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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years
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first off; just discovered your blog & HOLY SHIT YOUR WORKS ARE AMAZING 🫶🏼
since you write angst so well; could you do a steve harrington x reader where the two are best friends and really close, but the reader has always had feelings for steve and gets crushed everytime they see him go out with someone new or flirt with somebody else. all of the emotions get bottled up and one day it just gets to be too much, the reader leaves crying and steve asks whats wrong and the reader just messily confesses about their feelings for steve & how much it hurts seeing him go after somebody? i think it’d so super duper good <3
okay, i definitley strayed a bit here...
i'm a mess without you / steve harrington
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cw: angst, cursing, alcohol use
a fight with one of your friends leads you to realize maybe they can't be just a friend
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“steve,” you groaned, flinging your arms over your head and slamming them on the counter. you were laying across the counter in family video as steve checked in some new movies since it was pretty dead on a tuesday morning. 
  all you wanted was for your best friend to pay at least a little bit more attention to you. “i’m working,” he said in his usual annoyed tone, glancing over to you. “pull your shirt down,” he added as his eyes lingered on your exposed stomach. 
  you roll your eyes, watching him type into the computer. “it’s a crop top, steve. my stomach is supposed to show,” you sassily respond.
  “well, i don’t like it, pull it down,” he said seriously, moving the pile of finished movies to a cart. 
  you gave him a glare and decided to flip over instead, now laying on your stomach and propping yourself up on your arms. “it’s hot out, plus i don’t remember ever asking you what i could and couldn’t wear,” you snip back at him.
  he walks back towards you, taking in your change of position. he glances over your body, his eyes flicking back to your ass. “those shorts are way too small, y/n! your ass is literally out,” he exclaimed, gesturing towards your bottom half.
  you reach back in alarm, worried maybe your ass was out, but you could feel you were fully covered. “liar, what’s your issue?” you scoff. 
  he leans against the counter diagonal from you and crosses his arms. “what’s up with you and the tiny clothes all of a sudden?” he asks in a voice that came off as disgusted. it made you feel insecure and a sting to ring through your heart. did you look gross?
  you looked away from him and down to your hands. “it’s like, almost one hundred degrees outside,” you say pointedly.
  “people are going to get the wrong idea,” he sasses back causing you to look up at him in anger.
  you narrow your eyes at him. “are you calling me a whore, steve?” you ask, anger overtaking your voice.
  before he could go to defend himself, the bell chimed signaling there was a customer. both your heads snap to the door to see eddie munson strolling in. he gives you both his signature goofy smile as steve rushes to you, slamming his hands on the counter over your body as he hovered to cover you. “what’s up guys?” eddie asks, making his way to the counter.
  “hey, eddie,” you smile.
  “got that movie back that you wanted, munson,” steve says, nodding to the horror section.
  eddie smiles, placing the movie he had before on the counter in front of your hands. “no shit? finally,” he says happily, clenching his fist and pulling it towards himself in mini celebration. “well, stevey, would you be a dear and go find it for me? i am just so tired from cleaning all day,” eddie says dramatically, putting his hand to his forehead in mock exhaustion.
  steve looks between you two before grunting and pushing away. eddie smirks and holds his fist out, awaiting a fist bump from you. you return it with a small laugh. “alright, y/n he’s definitely into you. no best friend cares that much about another guy looking at your ass,” he says quietly, bending down so his face is level with yours.
  “i'm pretty sure he just called me a whore before you came in so…” you trail.
  eddie’s brows furrow and he looks towards where steve had gone to find his movie. “the fuck? do you want me to beat the shit out of him for you?” he asks seriously. that makes you laugh which causes eddie’s smile to come back.
  you shake your head and look down for a moment. “i appreciate it, eddie, but you are no fighter,” you say.
  eddie chuckles and nods. “you’re right. but you should make your move, he’s definitely just jealous that other guys can see you like that,” he points out, straightening his back as steve makes his way back to the counter. “harrington, my man,” eddie smirks as he begins ringing him out.
  steve just shakes his head with a smile. “gonna watch this one by yourself again or did you finally get a girl?” steve teases.
  eddie puts his hand to his chest in mock pain. “you wound me, seriously,” he jokes. the three of you laugh and eddie hands over his money, taking the movie from steve. “you guys coming to my party, right?” eddie asks as he starts backing out of the store.
  “there gonna be alcohol?” steve asks with raised brows.
  eddie looks at him in disbelief. “obviously, steve, god. and even better, some live music from an oh so special and amazing band,” he says putting his hands up in the rocker hand motion. 
  you smile at eddie, glad you’d gotten him as a friend after all the weird ass events that happened over spring break. “we wouldn’t miss it,” you call after him.
  “rock on,” he says before turning and leaving the store.
  you sigh as he leaves, knowing now things were going to be awkward. “y/n,” steve says, getting your attention. “i’m not saying you’re a whore or anything like that, you don’t look like one either. people are just… i don’t want anyone to try anything on you,” he explains.
  you look away from him as you think. “maybe you should just let me worry about myself,” you say.
  steve sucks in a breath and is quiet for moment. “now, you know i can’t do that. i care about you too much,” he says and you hate how it makes your heart flutter.
-a few days later-
  you leaned against steve’s car picking your nails, waiting for him to get out of work. finally, he came out and locked the door behind him, pausing when he saw you on his car. “hey, y/n, what are you doing here?” he asks in confusion, causing you to frown.
  “we’re going to the movies, remember?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.
  steve cursed to himself. “i can’t anymore, y/n. i’ve gotta pick up sandra justice, remember that one girl from our history class, big eyes? she asked me on a date earlier today, we’re going to the diner,” he explained, getting more excited as he talked. 
  you felt like you had been stabbed. you’d had this planned for almost a week. “what? steve, we’ve had these plans… can’t you just call her and tell her you forgot you were busy?” you ask, turning to him as he walks to his drivers side door.
  he gives you a perplexed look. “uh, no? y/n we can go see the movie another time, you know how bad i want a relationship,” he says.
  you feel tears well up in your eyes. you’d had such a bad day already. “that’s just not fair, steve,” you say, voice cracking at the end.
  “i'm with you all the time. shit, that’s probably why i can’t get a girlfriend,” steve complains, avoiding looking at you.
  you feel your lip quiver and you hate it. you never cried this easily. it was just one of those days. “you actually chose these stupid dates over me a lot,” you point out.
  steve groans. “it’s not my fault you don’t want a relationship, y/n. i do, i can’t just spend all my time with you like we did when we were younger. girls aren’t gonna trust me like that,” he says.
  you feel a tear slip down your face and turn away from him. “i trust you,” you mumble.
  “yeah, but we’re not dating, are we, y/n?” steve sneers.
  you gulp, trying to will tears back in your eyes. “we could be,” you whisper. you look up to steve, seeing his face contort in confusion. “have fun with sandra,” you say and quickly turn and walk down the road. he doesn’t call after you.
-eddie’s party-
  “there’s my favorite girls,” eddie yells, quickly making his way to you and robin. you both smile, letting him envelope you in a hug.
  you laugh, patting his back as he pulls away. “drunk already, eds?” you ask.
  eddie smiles, taking another drink from his solo cup. “maybe, come get some of this punch i made. you’ll be in the same boat as me after like one cup,” he says and you and robin immediately follow after him. eddie was correct. after two cups of his weird punch concoction, you were fairly tipsy. 
steve got to the party later than he had planned. originally he was supposed to go with you, but you hadn’t talked to him since the night you were meant to see a movie. he definitely could blame himself for that and the unusual alone time he was having gave him time to think. your comment sent him into a spiral. he didn’t enjoy his date with sandra at all. 
it made him wonder why he hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask you before. he guesses it could be because he’d liked you since you were kids and always viewed you as unattainable. he would never deny that you were much better than him; he thought you were perfect. never in a million years did he think you may like him. 
another part of him worried that maybe you were just talking in the heat of the moment, or that maybe he didn’t even hear you correctly. regardless, you were stuck in his head. eddie’s band was playing and although they played really well, steve just was not into metal music. so, he set out to find you. he needed to fix things somehow, because no having you around was taking a toll on him.
he was more than overjoyed to see robin had worn an obnoxious bright pink shirt, he assumed the band one from a few years ago, so it was easy to find the both of you. “hey guys,” he said, approaching where the two of you sat by the fire. 
“you’re late,” robin observes while you just stay quiet. 
steve rolls his eyes at the obvious before looking to you. you looked gorgeous in the light of the fire. “y/n, can we talk?” he asked, just like he had on your voicemail for days. 
you were almost drunk, and dealing with steve was not something you wanted to deal with right now. you wanted to enjoy your night, not want to leave. “i’d rather not,” you said, taking a gulp of the punch. 
“y/n, come on, you’ve been ignoring me for days,” he says.
you lift your eyebrows as you finally look at him. “wonder who’s fault that is?” you say in mock innocence.
steve closes his eyes in frustrations and lets out a breath. “yeah, yeah, i know. which is why i want to apologize. please?” he questions, gesturing to the area near the woods that was clear of people. robin nudges you, giving you a look that you should go. you grunted, but got up anyway. 
you started walking that way and called over your shoulder, “this better not take long, harrington.” he followed you quickly and when you were finally away from eddie’s loud ass music and the mumbling of words from the guests he grabbed you to face him. 
“first of all, i’m sorry for being a douche,” he begins and you just laugh. “i deserve that, but i really am sorry,” he says sincerely, searching your eyes. 
you purse your lips, hating that you wanted to forgive him so easily. “okay,” you mumble, looking away. 
it’s quiet for a minute before steve starts talking again. “i need to know if you meant it,” he says in a strangled voice, it almost not coming out. 
your eyes snap to him as you take in the pained expression he wore. “what are you talking about?” you murmur.
he inhales deeply, scared that once he starts this conversation he might never get you back. “did you mean it… when you said we could be dating?” he questioned in an insecure manner. you feel your heart drop a bit. you had two options; you could lie or you could be painfully honest. 
you nod slowly. “yeah, i um, i always liked you more than as a friend, steve,” you confirm, looking down. 
“can i tell you something?” he asked quietly. 
“i mean, might as well,” you gesture to the two of you. 
steve bites the inside of his lips for a moment before finally figuring out something to say. “i’m a mess without you,” he starts truthfully, causing your heart to flutter. “i’ve been thinking about you like, literally constantly, and just… fuck, i should be better at this,” he mutters to himself. “i’ve always liked you too. and if you want to date… please, let’s date,” he says, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 
you stare at steve, a mixture of shock and alcohol coursing through you. finally you blinked, throwing down your cup and lunging at steve. he lets out a gasp of surprise as you connect your lips to his. it fades into a moan as he grabs you by the hips, pulling you impossibly close as you hold each side of his face. you love the way you can taste the mint of his lip balm and the fruity of whatever punch eddie had mixed up. his lips were as soft as you’d imagined, and the spark you’d always dreamed of having was there and even more intense. you knew then, like you’d thought you knew before, that you found your person. 
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sunnyydayys · 15 days
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This I wrote in class bc I was bored! No warnings but it’s very interesting (I’ll take ideas and requests on writing)
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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing-
I wander the streets normally. A slow pace with a small thud with every step. I walk as if I'm the same as everyone around me. Everytime I look at a person, their age appears above them. Most people look there age so it's quite boring. My life is normal otherwise.
I finally get to the bus stop as a young boy passes by crashing into me. Above his head I see the number 8. He apologizes and I get on the bus. Looking around I see normal people and normal numbers. A woman, 40. The bus driver, 57, A baby, 1, and the lady holding the 1 year old, 32. I take my seat among the rest as I see another person board the bus. A younger lady, looking at her probably 16. I look up flummoxed at the number above her head,1,458. That's impossible. No human lives that long! Due to being in shock I didn't realize this woman had sat next to me on the bus. She turned her head and smiled, “good morning!” she chirped. I returned the favor still in shock.something about her was off, not just the number over her head. She had a mysterious feeling around her. My stop finally came and I stood up and so did she. We were both going out. Outside my school?
We both wandered the halls. She showed me her schedule. . . all of our classes are the same. That means we would be together the whole day. “So what's your name?” I spoke slowly. She looked down at her paper almost like she forgot her own name. “My name is . . .” Looking down again, “ Charlotte.” She said it in a confusing tone. I looked at her, “ I’m Harper.” I spoke and we continued walking to our classes. Maybe if i'm friends with her i can figure out this number thing. I guess my power isn't that boring after all.
We stumbled into the first period late due to our talking in the hall. First period history. We took our seats next to each other. The teacher continued talking after our interruption. Charlotte turned to me in a whisper and said, “ Wait your name is Harper . . . like a Harpy kind of.” I looked back at her, “Oh, you like Greek mythology. That's cool and yes kinda like a Harpy.” I spoke. That's something we have in common, a liking toward mythical creatures.
It was now lunch, 5th period. We sat at a small table alone. “So do you like kelpies, there my favorite out of all creatures,” I said. Charlotte looked overjoyed, “Yes! I have many Kelpie friends in the water!” Looking confused, I said, “friends?” The color drained from Charlotte's face, “oh! I mean like in books?” I made a fake laugh. Something is definitely different about her. “ I understand,” I said, shooting her a smile.
I had a great idea and said I was going to the bathroom. Walking towards Charlotte's locker. I slid in a note I made for her. It reads,
Dear new girl,
I have something you most know. I have a secret Meet me after school and we will talk
From, ***p*r
Hopefully she won't take this as a threat. I scratched my name so it wasn't noticeable. I walked back to lunch and enjoyed the rest of my time.
The last period of the day was coming to an end. I got in position to confront Charlotte. She came and made contact with me. “Why are you here?” She spoke lightly. I walk closer, “I have something to tell you and it's important.” I took a deep breath and started again, “ I have this power thing. I can tell people's ages . . .” She took a few steps back, “You know!” She screeched. I take a deep breath in, “ what are you, that your age appeared so old?” She looks down, “ I am with the Shadowers of the Arcane secrets, I am a species unknown in any book. We call ourselves Abyssal’s.” She pauses and continues, “We are from earth and no one must know and now you do so there's only two things I can do. Join us or be killed with my secret. Your powers and he used to locate more of us and be helpful or die at the hands of me.” I stepped back mortified by the person I met. Abyssal’s, A deep meaning, something secret and pushed away. I took a deep breath and spoke, “What will happen if I join you?” She looks me straight in the eyes. “A ritual of the gods is performed, you will no longer be a human. Changing you to an immortal being. This becomes your whole life and you will be transformed into an Abyssal. Our way of living is far underground, no light. I'm here to bring human souls back for a feast. If you don’t join, you will be that feast. I've grown quite fond of your presents. Please do what is right.” I stepped back to the railing of the fountain in the quart yard. Backing up more and more. The sky became a deep red along with the water behind me. I fell in the water. It was thick, was this even water? Or was it blood? Marks covered my arms and legs as I tried to move to the surface. I popped my head out the surface and Charlotte stood over me. She pushed me back in as I fell to the bottom of the fountain losing consciousness.
I woke up somewhere new. A dark cave. I was pinned to a table. A giant beast stood over me. It had bright white eyes and a wicked smile. It started chanting and I felt like I was being ripped from my body. I slowly became a bright white orb along with others on a small wheeled chart. We were moved into a dining hall where many of these beasts were around. One spoke up, “ Cheers to Azarpoius! Or should I say Charlotte! Our wolf in sheep's clothing! Please Azarpoius pick first!” A beast gets up and picks me up “this one will do . . .”
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stop-pressing-e · 8 months
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The Lost Swan - Chapter 24
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/This was the reason why chapter 22 took so long to complete. I needed a fresh change of scene and god writing this just warms my heart because it’s such a beautiful moment for them and also Krauser being a soft man for his woman *cries*
Enjoy reading!/
“The view is beautiful, Jackie.” Natasha breathed out with awe as she continued to watch the view of the city from their hotel room. Hotels were scarcely used as pleasure during her line of work and she mostly sleeps in motels. Krauser decided they would travel to the next city for a little vacation. That would mean Iris and Clovis will have to be placed under care while they’re away and Jesse volunteered to pet watch them until they’ve returned.
It’s their second day in the city and they just returned back to their room from brunch. Yesterday they spent their time walking around the city window shopping at her insistence to familiarise themselves with their surroundings. Once in a while they would enter a store to check it out and they would end up buying something, mostly new clothes for her and books and trinkets to fill their bookcases. Krauser paid for everything despite her insistence to pay for them since he’s paying for their vacation. Despite it, he doubled down on his choice since he was paid handsomely from his recent contract and more importantly, he wanted to spoil her for once. The only thing he allowed her to pay for was his clothes when she still insisted and he threw in a couple of suits too should she want to drag him to a fancy event like an opera or a ballet show.
Krauser joined her by the window and rested his hand around her hip to hold her against his side. She pressed herself against him to absorb his warmth and inhale his smell.
“What should we do today, darling?” She asked. “The concierge has suggested quite a fine number of places to visit. We can go visit the museum today and then check out this shop we passed by yesterday. The one that sells knives.” Natasha angled her head to look at Krauser with a small smile. “I saw you stopping briefly to take a look at them. What do you think?”
His free hand cupped her chin between his forefinger and his thumb, stroking it gently. “How will you react if I tell you I’m taking you to a place that you’ll be happy about?” He drank in her moment of confusion written on her face. The way her eyebrows knitted together, her single eye squinting at him, and how her mouth parted slightly. “Did you…Are you surprising me to one of the shows playing here?” She asked, the confusion on her face shifted to glee, almost eager by the thought of it. “Did you actually get tickets? Is that why we’re here? The suit you got me to buy too?” Everytime without fail he found it cute for the way she reacted with joy by his gestures with the element of surprise. “Yup. Show starts at 4pm sharp. It’s best if we leave the hotel half an hour early. I want you to wear the white dress you got yesterday. It looks perfect for the occasion.”
Natasha was practically bouncing on her feet like a giddy little girl who was treated with sweets for a good job. “We have a few hours before the show. What should we do before I have to get ready?” “You can do something in the hotel, I’m tired.” “Really now, love? I didn’t think a supersoldier needed rest?”
He stretched his arms and his back, the sweater he’s wearing wrapped around those muscles she had been resting on. “Need to recharge after a long day. A few hours is enough before this evening.” She resisted to roll her eye while she pouted before it changed to a small grin. “Alright…Despite the time, I think I’ll head for the pool. I’m glad you bought me a bathing suit for the occasion.” It caught his attention. “Oh no, Trish. I’m not-”
“I see that caught your attention, Jackie.” The signature Cheshire grin curled on her face. “Very well, I might as well go check out the spa downstairs. The package they’re providing sounds delightful to try out.” She stood on tiptoes to reach his face and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back in an hour or so, love. Have a good rest.” Before Natasha leaves, Krauser pinned her gently against the wall, all to give her a kiss on the lips, a passionate kind to leave a flutter in her heart. “Make that an hour without delay.” She said, giggling softly as she slipped from his grasp and made her way to the door.
He had to poke his head out of their room to make sure that she was at a good distance before he pulled out his phone, keyed in the numbers, and brought it to his ear as it rang. “Krauser here. Is everything going in plan?”
A few hours have passed for the couple. Krauser had his rest, Natasha had enjoyed her spa time, and both of them had a nice quiet lunch with room service to allow herself to get ready for the show. It was also an excuse for Krauser to suggest room service simply to watch Natasha dress herself, sometimes using the chance to get closer and help her dress. He helped her by zipping up the dress and then leaving a tender kiss on the back of her neck, over the decapitation scar, hooking the straps of her stockings to the garter belt to cup the soft flesh of her thigh near her butt, and slipped on a red velvet choker with gold chains and a single red jewel she didn’t realised he had gotten for her since she doesn’t own much jewellery. He gave no explanation to when he got the choker while he got himself ready with the black suit she purchased completed with a red tie and his signature red beret he brought along to match the red accent she has on.
All that was left for her, after finding a suitable hairstyle to wear, was time to cover up her wide side grin. Before her hand could reach for the little box holding the prosthetic, Krauser pushed it away.
“You don’t need to hide it, angel.” He spoke to her softly. “I want to see your whole face, with your scars.” She looked at the scars she has on the mirror and gently she touched the carved grin on her cheek. “Can I still wear my makeup, please?” “Of course.” He looked at his watch. “We better hurry, I’ll head down first and call a rental to drive us there.” He picked up his jacket, kissed her head, and left the room, pulling out his phone and pressed the speed dial. “We’re going to leave now. Is everything ready?”
The rental car arrived by the time Natasha reached the main hall. Looking at her appearance, he simply knew she was beautiful regardless. The white dress elevated her grace of elegance while it gave off an alluring appeal due to the length of the skirt past her knees and the silt on the right side of her leg. She had done her hair in a half updo style and gave herself a soft pink eye look with a sharp winged eyeliner in contrast with a nice shade of red lipstick that matched his tie. Simply stunning.
The driver handed something to Krauser and he made his way towards Natasha. In his arms was a bouquet consisting of purple flowers wrapped in a soft red wrapping paper and tied with twine rope. He has always brought home flowers occasionally to liven up their home for her and once in a while leaves a single flower grown from the garden at her bedside table for her to see when she wakes up. To receive a bouquet was a start.
“I’m starting to question your interior motives, Major.” Natasha hummed softly as she admired the flowers counting five types of it; lilacs, lisianthuses, sweet peas, cool water roses, and lavender. It’s a beautiful combination with their small shades of purple and their lovely smell altogether. “Or do you simply decide to be a full on romantic for once under all those hard exterior?” Her answer was a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk on his face while he opened the back door for her.
“How often do you question my choices, hmm?”
“Unless you’re hiding something from me.”
“That’s for another day, sweetheart.” He said, closing the door and went to the other side to get in, signalling their driver to drive away from their hotel. The drive to their location was silent with only music from the radio being played, Krauser glancing at Natasha once in a while to admire her appearance and Natasha looking out at the window, the bouquet, and at Krauser when she realised he was staring at her. A smile was made.
“Today is going to be a day to remember, Jackie.” She told him as she inspected the flowers again. “A day I will gladly cherish.” The bouquet was still beautiful despite her lingering thoughts of hoping it would have been orchids, lilies, and iries instead, knowing he knew they were her favourite flowers. The choice of flowers, especially for the chosen colour, has her wondering about a deeper question behind it.
Krauser took notice of her distant look.
“Is something wrong, Trish?”
“These flowers. I’ve studied about flowers for usages and I’ve read for meanings when we were building the garden, I’m starting to wonder if these are what you’re trying to convey to me.” She looked at him, hoping for the answers she’s seeking. “All of them are basically a declaration of your love to me, without needing to say a word to me. The undying love you have for me, no matter how much trouble I must have caused for you in the past.”
Those icy blue eyes glanced at something from her window and the corner of his mouth tugged slightly. “You’ll understand why when you turn around. We’re here.”
She obeyed without a second thought, hoping to see the theatre they walked by yesterday. Instead, she blinked when she noticed they’re at the wrong building. She turned to Krauser to inform him of his mistake when he got out of the car during her confusion and quickly opened the door and held out his hand for her to take. It wasn’t the theatre their driver had taken them to. It was a courthouse. Confusion really set into her head; she couldn’t comprehend what was happening even when he guided her inside.
Nikki was there to greet Natasha with a huge smile on her face. Her hair has grown out and the red hair colour was gone, returning back to her original hair colour, done up into a ponytail. She was dressed in a sky blue dress. It has been so long since she has last seen her informant in person and it made her heart sink for never contacting her after they left the safe house. “Hey Dull, it’s good seeing you doing well.”
“Nicole!” One hand cupped Nikki’s cheek and she wasn’t sure whether to kiss her cheek or her forehead. She wasn’t sure why she felt tears were nearly brimming in her eyes but she felt this sense of joy to see a familiar face after so long. “It’s been too long, I’ve honestly missed you so much.”
“I hope…If you can say the same thing to me, Miss Odile.” Denise appeared at the corner of her good eye, bowing her head towards the woman. The blank look she had bore in the past was gone and replaced with a small warm smile on her face but Natasha can see displays of anxiety and happiness in her eyes and in her expressions. The scars on her face were covered up, her hair also returning back to her original hair colour and grown out into a bob style, and she’s dressed in a suit of the same sky blue colour as Nicole. “But if you want me to leave, say those words and I’ll disappear from your life for the actions I’ve done under his command.” Denise waited for a verbal answer and it was instead a hug from her.
“Thank you.” Natasha whispered. “For helping them and saving me too.” She pulled away, looking back and forth on the two women before her. “But…How do you know where we are? Why are we here?”
Both of her informants looked at each other, then to Natasha, and smiled. Nikki stepped forward to drape a lace veil over her head, pinning it into place into her hair, and flipped it over her face. Denise fixed the veil properly and turned her around to face Krauser holding a folder in his right hand and holding out his left hand for her to take. “Tell me this is all a dream, Jack.” Natasha whispered to him as the four of them walked to the courtroom. “No, you’ve been planning this for a while. The vacation, this city-”
“Better to do it in a different state than where we’re staying.” He answered, glancing at the two informants, their witnesses, behind them; Denise standing behind Natasha and Nikki standing behind Krauser, taking their positions with the couple standing before the judge officiating their marriage. It took him two months to plan everything since he decided to make the next move for the both of them. No more did he want to lie to keep the illusion of a married couple in a city they’re living in. He wanted to make it real and official on paper and he can’t do it alone. Nikki, and admittedly Denise, were the only people he had trust in to help him with the process to get the marriage licence, where to get married, and to have the rings specifically made for them.
Krauser presented Natasha two rings; an engagement ring and a wedding ring, both black with little rubies inlaid the whole band, the engagement ring having a red diamond in the centre, and both of the rings have engravings inside. It read a specific date dating back five years ago after the text ‘Always Jackie’. He slipped them onto her ring finger, easily fitting on the wooden finger.
“I have a vow written down but it’s personal for her only.” He told the judge who simply nodded. “But I have something else. The five years I’ve known you, you’ve unintentionally changed me but you’ve helped me. You’ve saved me from the path I had chosen, you’ve opened your home to me, you’ve made me realise how much I truly care for you. No matter the challenges that have happened or what we will face, I will gladly burn the world who will dare hurt you again. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. I, Jack Krauser, will take Natasha Odette to be my lawfully wedded wife till death tries to take us apart.”
Behind him Nikki sniffed to hold back her tears from the heartfelt vow he had made. Natasha’s lip quivered as she was also holding back her tears but it failed, allowing a few to roll down her cheeks until Denise stepped in to help dry them away before her makeup got ruined. “Sorry, I’m alright now.”
It was her turn. Krauser’s wedding ring was black with a smaller red band inlaid in it and black intricate designs over it. The inside of the ring had the same engraving of the date after the text ‘Always Trish’. She remembered the date now. It was the very day the both of them met each other on the job. A newly appointed agent and hitman against a soldier before he went rogue. Today was the said date five years from now.
“Since I left that place, I had become someone else and accepted that I'll live the life of solitude. But ever since you came into my life, you too also unintentionally changed me, allowing me to experience things I never thought to have if I continue to be alone. You’ve made me experience feelings I didn’t think I deserve again, you’ve opened up hell to save me, and I’ve chosen to put my whole trust into you when I decided to reveal myself to you, all three of them. You’ve looked at me like I was your whole universe and I cried because I always believed I was full of dead stars and broken debris. I, Natasha Odette, will take Jack Krauser to be my lawfully wedded husband till death tries to take us apart.”
“Sir, you may kiss the bride.”
The veil was pushed back to reveal her face and Krauser cupped her face between his hands. His heart was racing in his chest as Natasha looked at him with adoration in her eyes. His hands moved down to wrap around her waist and hold her up to kiss her, sealing the deal. Her arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the kiss.
“You’ve outdone yourself this time, mon cher.” Natasha whispered, grinning madly at her husband. “Such a special day I'll never forget.”
“Good, because this is better than planning a wedding.” Krauser said, leading his new wife out of the courthouse. “I prefer things to be done personal for the both of us.” Nikki was ushering them to pose at stairs in order for Denise to take another photo of them. “The show is actually tomorrow. Dinner reservations have already been made tonight under our name.”
“Mr and Mrs Krauser.” She said under her breath making her almost blush as she looked at him. He tucked his hand under her chin and placed his thumb below her bottom lip, and for the first time before her eyes, he was smiling warmly at her. “This is going to be a lovely honeymoon for us.”
Denise has taken the shot of them. Two weeks later, the photos were delivered and framed upon opening it. One rests on top of the fireplace and a few are hung on the wall. Photos that weren’t framed were in a photo album provided for them to look back, a wedding gift from her.
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loo011 · 2 years
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EVELYN Chapter 4
Once they were back home, without a warning Leya pulled Melissa all the way upstairs to her room, set Melissa on her bed as went through her closet.
Leya was acting like it a matter of life or death,which was funny since it wasn't HER date,
Melissa was worried before but seeing Leya like that made her feel like she wasn't worried enough.
As Leya went through her clothes Melissa observed her letting a small smile creep over her face, before she quickly washed it if away and instead looked around the room.
Leya's room was nice, it was nothing fancy really, and it was clear that Leya sticked with the basic.
Almost everything was either white, brown, or both,
Funny to think she has such an annoyingly cheerful attitude and yet her room was so basic, and yet she still hand many trophies put on the nightstand,
There was also some family pictures some hanging on the wall and others on her bedside,
The one that caught Melissa the most was an old picture of the both of them right next to Leya's bed.
They were so....happy in that picture,
and Melissa would lie if she said she didn't have the very same picture on the drawer next to her own bed.
"Found it!"
Leya shouting snapped Melissa out of her thoughts, quickly turning her head to look at what Leya had picked for her.
It was a light blue dress with white flowers on it, and a white belt around the wrist, with a bare of blue shoes.
Melissa blinked at the dress a few times before grabbing the dress and shoes then going into the bathroom to change.
Leya looked at the closed door with a smile, shd was undoubtly happy to have some 'bonding time' with her sister,
such an opportunity doesn't come as often, and she vows to use it.
Before she knew it, the bathrooms door clicked and Melissa walked out, looking away with a shy expression, Leya didn't need to hear Melissa say that she liked the dress, it was written all over her face after all.
"Oh, you look so pretty Meely!"
Leya squeezed happily.
"Yeah..? Well I guess your teast is not too bad.."
"Of course, now let's do your hair and you'll be good to go!"
Melissa blinked a few time at Leya, showing obvious confusion but Leya just smiled at her holding a brash, and Melissa instantly understood before backing away and holding her hands up as a sign for Leya to not come a foot closer, but Leya, being Leya only stepped closer causing Melissa to step back farther in return.
"No! No touching my ponytail!"
Melissa threatened, not liking the idea of Leya doing her hair.
"Oh come on Meely! Ponytails don't fit with this dress"
"No! D- don't come any closer!"
But Leya only stepped closer,refusing to listen
"How about this! A Single bun"
And at that, Melissa stopped backing away
"Single bun..?"
She asked to confirm what she heard,
"A single bun!"
Leya confirmed.
And at that Melissa let out a sigh of defeat, letting leya know she had won this time.
"Fine..."
Melissa said keeping her vision away from Leya, knowing all well she had the happy smile she gave everytime she got excited, this time 'cause she won.
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moonwich · 3 years
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warning for dog/cat-owners
Please make sure you use proper anti-tick protection!
My mom always used some anti-tick pipettes on her dog but because the ticks are more aggressive its not enough protection anymore and the dog got some ticks. One of the tick caused her inflammation that quickly spread through the dog’s body and we had to take her to the vet quickly because she stopped responding and she looked very confused. She got some pain shots and antibiotics and is doing better now but it could have been prevented. The vet said pipettes aren’t enough for a protection as the ticks are getting really better at resisting the casual protections and recommended some anti-tick pills.
Make sure to check on your pets when you return from the outside and look up best ways how to protect them to save yourself trip to the vet and unnecessary bill for it.
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spideykaiparker · 3 years
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Not Your Average Field trip
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Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Field trip trope
warning(s) : slight smut, fluff
summary : peter's decathlon team are going on a field trip to Stark Industries, but peter wasn't allowed to go, long story short, they bumped into peter in the hallway, catching peter in a slight compromising situation.
author's note : okay, so this is my second peter parker fanfic, this is your typical peter parker field trip trope but with a slight twist, i had this idea for a while, so i hope you like it! it's okay if you don't, cause i just wrote this for my own entertainment, hehe. english is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes.
I'm really sorry if it's bad, but i promise it gets better along the way!
anyways, happy reading! ^_^
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it was noisy in the decathlon room, Mr. Harrington was in the principal's office because apparently there's some big news for the team.
about 45 minutes later, Mr. Harrington came back to the room with a bunch of papers, wearing an excited face. immediately all of the noise stopped and the focus was on Mr. Harrington.
"okay everyone, i have some exciting news here" Mr. Harrington said, practically shaking because he couldn't contain his excitement. "we're going to Stark Industries on Friday!" he continued with a huge grin.
"what?!"
"how?"
"we're going where?"
all of peter's decathlon teammates were freaking out, excited by the news, but peter, he was freaking out because of the fact that they were going to his work place.
but then again, his teammates except ned and mj doesn't even believe that peter got an internship at Stark Industries, they think that he's lying about his internship, hell, even some of his teachers doesn't believe him, even if he already gave them the legal documents, they still won't believe him, saying that he's forging the documents. where in reality, he really got an internship. Mr. Stark has gave him a real internship seeing as he's really intelligent, some might even say he's on par with Tony Stark himself. Mr. Stark made him his personal intern, but he could still work with the other interns.
"okay calm down everybody, I'm going to hand out these forms for your parents or guardians to sign, make sure to hand it in to me on thursday" Mr. Harrington explained while handing out the forms, still a bit excited himself.
"okay you may go now"
just as peter was heading out, Mr. Harrington called him over. "pete can you come here for a second" he said while gesturing with his hand for peter to come over.
"yes Mr. Harrington? is anything wrong?"
"ah yes, unfortunately, because some of the teachers don't believe that you really have an internship at Starks Industries, they decided to not let you go, they said that your lying has gone too far, and should be punished for it, therefore you can't come on the field trip"
"what? but I'm not lying, Mr. Harrington" peter questioned, a bit hurt that his teachers don't even believe him, but also a bit relieved, because he wouldn't have to go on a field trip to his own work place.
"i know you're not pete, but unfortunately the other teachers don't think so, but you can just stay at home instead of going to school" Mr. Harrington explained, feeling sorry for peter.
"okay, Mr. Harrington, thanks for informing me" peter said while walking outside.
peter went straight to Stark Industries after that, because May finally agreed for them to stay at Stark Industries after a lot of provoking from Mr. Stark.
once he arrived at Stark Industries, he went straight up to the living quarters, more specifically to Y/N stark's room, without needing to scan his badge because the employees there already knows him.
when he reached the top he went straight to Y/N's room, only to see her sleeping in front of her desk with a bunch of unfinished projects that she's working on.
smiling at the sight, peter slowly made his way to Y/N, picking her up gently, and carrying her to her bed, then getting inside under the covers himself. Y/N automatically snuggled closer to peter, feeling his warmth, inhaling his familiar scent.
"mm.. you're back" Y/N said while rubbing her face in peter's sweatshirt like a cat.
"yeah i just got back, baby" peter replied while stroking the back of her head, smiling down at her.
"what time is it?" Y/N questioned whilst rubbing her eyes.
"uhh, i think it's a little past four pm"
"let's head to the kitchen, I'm hungryy" Y/N suggested while slowly getting up from the bed, still gaining consciousness.
~
once they reached the kitchen, Y/N sat down on the counter, while peter made a sandwich for both of them.
Y/N, who was still a bit drowsy from sleep, noticed the sad look on peter's face while he was making a sandwich. she made her way to peter, hugging him from the back, resting her chin on his shoulder, but can't quite reach it because of the slight height difference. so she opted to just snuggle her face on the back of his right shoulder.
"is everything okay?" she questioned, tightening her grip around his waist.
"yeah.. it's just- i was supposed to go on a field trip here on friday, but the teachers wouldn't let me go because they think I'm lying about my internship" peter answered with a frown.
"what? how could they, they can't just do that, you gave them the documents, proof that you're really an intern here" Y/N said with anger clear in her voice, hugging peter a bit tighter.
"i know, but they think that I'm forging the documents" peter answered with a defeated look on his face.
"let's go talk to my dad, I'm sure he'll do something about it"
"no, it's okay, i don't care if they don't believe me, it's fine if i don't go on the field trip, i literally live here, why would i want to go on a field trip to my own home" peter retaliated
"but still—" she got cut off by peter turning around in her hold, hugging her back, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"it's fine, Y/N, I'm okay" he said with a small smile.
still a bit mad, Y/N just nodded her head with a small pout, resting her head on his chest, hugging him tighter.
peter laughed at her cuteness, resting his head on top of her's in return, rubbing the back of her head lovingly.
they spent the rest of the day watching netflix, talking about random stuff, just enjoying each others company.
~
thursday, they were supposed to hand in their forms to Mr. Harrington, and while his teammates excitedly talked about going to Stark Industries, peter was just resting his head on the table, waiting for the day to go by. ned offered to not go on the field trip and just hang out with peter, but peter couldn't do that to ned, so he insisted for ned to go the field trip.
peter just couldn't wait to go home, flash has been taunting him every second about his internship, saying that he couldn't wait to prove to the whole school that penis parker is lying about his internship.
"why the sour face, parker? scared that your fake internship would be exposed?" flash taunted.
peter didn't reply, instead he just buried his head in his arms, wishing for this to all be over so he could head home and cuddle with Y/N.
"not answering, are we? afraid that I'm right?" flash continued taunting peter with a smirk.
"just leave me alone, flash" peter answered, with a tired look.
"tch, fine, I'm going to prove everyone I'm right tommorow anyways"
"whatever you say, flash" peter said while rolling his eyes.
when it was time to go home, peter practically sprinted out of the room, can't wait any longer to go home and spend time with Y/N.
~
when he reached the tower, he went straight to Y/N's room, finding her working on a project she's been working on for weeks.
"oh peter, you're here" Y/N said, getting up from her desk and immediately hugging peter.
peter hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent, immediately forgetting about today's events.
~
when nighttime came, they laid on the bed, talking about each other's days. but peter got distracted by the way her lips move, thinking about how her lips wrapped around him, taking in his entire length in her mouth, teasingly playing with the head with her tongue.
"—pete? are you listening?" she asked with a slight smirk. she knows that peter has been staring at her lips for a quite while, she could practically see what he was imagining in his mind.
"huh? y-yeah? what?" peter breaks out of his trance, looking into her eyes that held a mishchievious glint.
"i said, were you listening?" she asked with an innocent look.
"y-yeah, i was" peter stuttered back.
"really? i could've sworn you've been looking at my lips for a while then" she climbed onto his lap "probably imagining how it would look wrapped around your pretty cock, aren't you? how i would lick the head like a lollipop, or how i would take you whole, slowly rubbing your thighs.." she trailed off, kissing his neck, running one of her hand down his chest, resting it on his growing bulge.
peter gulped, looking up at her with doe eyes, gripping her waist tightly.
"i know you said that you're fine about the field trip peter, but i could see the look on your face everytime someone mentions it, so, let me take care of you, okay?" Y/N said, slowly rubbing his growing erection through the material of his pants. she tugged on his shirt signaling him to take of his shirt, he did it almost immediately.
she got off him, only to go down in front of his erection, slowly unbuttoning his pants, sliding it down his legs, leaving his boxer briefs behind.
she kissed the insides of his thighs, leaving bite marks on her way, slowly making her way to his clothed erection.
she rubbed him through the material of his briefs, teasing him while kissing his stomach and hips continuing to leave marks.
peter couldn't contain his moans, he threw his head back moaning loudly not caring if anybody hears, gripping the bed sheets, he couldn't wait for Y/N to finally wrap her lips around him.
Y/N went up in fornt of his face, kissing him roughly, still rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. then slowly making her way down, kissing his neck, leaving marks, going down to his chest.
she wrapped her lips around one of his nipples, swirling her tongue around it, slightly biting it, while her free hand went to his other nipple, pinching it slightly with her index and thumb, occasionally switching to rolling it with her thumb.
peter was absolutely losing it, the feeling of her lips around his nipples, combined with her hand slowly rubbing his hard on. he feels as if he's going to explode if she doesn't put him in her mouth immediately.
she then continued her way down, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, finally letting it out of its confinement. his member sprung up hitting his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of the pink tip, twitching when she wrapped her hand around it.
she slowly moved her hand up and down his hard shaft, her thumb gently pressing down on the head, immediately getting a loud moan out of him.
she leaned a bit, giving small kitten licks on the head, then finally wrapping her lips around the head first, swirling her tongue around it, then slowly went down further, until her nose brushed against the base. one of her hand playing with his balls, kneading it.
peter moaned loudly, throwing his head back, one of his hand making its way to her hair gripping it tightly, guiding her head to move up and down. peter couldn't hold his hips back from thrusting into her mouth roughly, hitting the back of her throat.
this slightly surprised Y/N, choking her slightly, but doing her best to keep up with his pace.
his thrusts becoming sloppy, his member twitching inside her mouth, indicating her that he was about to cum.
"i-i'm cumming" peter said, eyes closed, his thrusts becoming even more sloppy.
with a few more thrusts, he came inside her mouth, she removed herself from him, swallowing his load, helping him with his high, running her hand up and down his shaft, with some of the cum going onto her face.
when he was done, they were both panting, looking into each others eyes with blush coating both of their faces.
he leaned down and kissed her, slightly tasting himself on her tongue. the kiss was slow, and passionate, opposite of their kiss earlier.
they pulled back and smiled at each other, until peter remember something.
"wait, i didn't get to return the favor"
"it's fine peter, i told you i was the one who's taking care of you today, you can make it up to me some other time, okay?" she said, cupping his cheeks with her hands, kissing his lips one more time.
"okay..."
"okay, I'm going to wash my face now, then we can go to sleep" she said once again, while getting up from the bed heading to the bathroom. peter just wore his briefs, too tired to do anything else.
once she was done, they cuddled the rest of the night, with her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his neck, and one of her leg was thrown over his thighs, while his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, burying his head in her hair.
~
the next morning, they woke up around 10.30 a.m, because of last nights... events. after they woke up, they decided to stay a little longer in bed, just talking, maybe sneaking in some kisses in between. they were both too distracted by each other that they forgot it was friday, a.k.a the day when peter's decathlon team have a field trip to Stark Industries.
~
the decathlon team arrived not too long ago. usually, Stark Industries doesn't allow school field trips to go higher than the general labs. but, their tour guide, harley keener, was specifically instructed by Tony Stark himself to allow them to go to the higher levels, where tony's and bruce's labs were at. but not only that, that's also where the avengers living quarters, common rooms, and training room/gym were at. just so he can prove everyone that peter is not lying.
"okay, so just a reminder, you are not allowed to touch or take anything from here" harley informed the team while walking down the hallway after going out of the elevator.
"so as you can see, these are some of the avenger's rooms, each of their names are labeled on the door"
the team was in awe with everything, they couldn't believe that they were allowed to go to the higher levels.
"woah is that Y/N stark's room?!" one of the kid's exclaimed.
just as they were about to pass Y/N's room, the door suddenly opened, and out comes peter, only wearing some gray sweatpants, his neck and bare chest littered with hickeys, and Y/N with an oversized t-shirt —probably peter's, with some short's that almost covered by the t-shirt. "yeah i was thinking about pancakes—"
"—peter?"
"—Y/N Stark?"
the decathlon team's mouths hang wide open shocked by the scene infront of them, even ned, mj was slightly surprised but didn't showed it. they couldn't believe that penis parker the nerd was coming out of Y/N Stark's room, shirtless, with hickeys littered around his torso, and has abs.
"huh?" they —peter and Y/N, turned their heads, and when they saw who made the noise, their eyes widened.
"harley! what are they doing here!, they aren't supposed to be here!" peter exclaimed, covering his chest, standing behind Y/N.
"i don't know man, Tony told me they were allowed to go here" harley answered with a shrug.
"but i see you had some fun last night" he continued with a huge smirk on his face.
peter blushed, wanting to just bury himself in the ground and forget this ever happened.
"peter! you really work here?" one of his teammates asked.
"well yeah, i did already told you guys, didn't i? you guys just didn't want to believe me"
"i believed you since the beginning, peter!" ned exclaimed happily.
"and thank you for that" peter smiled, still can't grasp the fact that this is actually happening, his teammates caught him coming out of Y/N's room, with him looking like that.
"peter! are you really dating Y/N stark?" one of his teammates asked again, wanting to know as much as possible about the situation right now.
"umm.." he paused, looking at Y/N, silently asking her if he should tell them, when Y/N nodded with a comforting smile, he continued, "yeah.."
hearing his answer, his teammates were once again shocked by the fact that peter was really dating Y/N.
"why?" a voice asked from the back, they all looked behind them, making way for the person to come forward. the person walked forwards confidently, with smug look on his face.
"why penis parker?" it was flash. once again not wanting for peter to have such a nice life.
"what did you just called him?" Y/N asked, daring him to call peter that again, her smile immediately turning into a scowl, eyes practically boring in flash's skull.
"penis parker, why him? out of all the people you could have, for example me" flash answered, still looking smug, but a slight fear crossed his eyes. his teammates were silently watching the scene unfold infront of them, slightly scared for flash, but also knowing that he deserves it.
"why, you ask? why not? he's smart, kind, selfless, caring, got a body to die for, a face that's cute and hot on the same time, i mean how is that even possible? he's perfect, he's everything you're not ever going to be.' Y/N answered, venom practically lacing every word she utters.
before flash can utter a word, she continued, "—you think you're perfect for me? have you looked at yourself? you think you're all that, flaunting all that money, but in reality, that's just your daddy's money" she said with a mocking pout, "but after this, are you sure you're still going to have money?, you better be scared for your dad, because after the stunt you just pulled here, I'm sure dad's going to take action about it. and before you say anything about me being a daddy's girl, having her dad take care of her problems, using all of her dad's money, no. unlike you, i actually help here, i actually earn the money that's been given to me, infact, most of the avengers gears were designed with the help of me." she ended, arms crossing infront of her chest, looking intimidatingly at flash, daring him to argue.
but flash couldn't even utter a single word, mouth opening and closing like a fish, embarrassed, not looking so confident now.
peter's teammates who were just observing, was also shocked by the words uttered by the Stark girl, feeling embarrassed for flash, and admiring her intimidating aura. peter looking at her with heart eyes, practically falling in love all over again with her.
when flash didn't utter a single word, she smirked, "so now that that's settled, peter and i are going to head on our way now, bye bye~" she waved her fingers with one hand, the other pulling peter away from his teammates.
"oh yeah, one more thing, you're all going to sign NDA'S to make sure, none of this is going to get out, if you were to even utter a single word about today to anyone, you better watch out because we are going to take action." she walked out, dragging peter with her, slightly swaying her hips, peter behind her looking at her with admiration.
his teammates were once again left shocked by the whole encounter, looking back at their retreating bodies with a new found astonishment.
it was silent for a second, then all of a sudden they all started freaking out, talking about the encounter.
"okay, so that happened, come on now let's continue the tour" harley cuts, silencing everyone.
~
peter and Y/N decided to have breakfast, or probably brunch, and then deciding to train for a while. they headed to the training room. they changed into their workout clothes, peter just wearing a tight t-shirt, kind of like the ones steve likes to wear, paired with some shorts, and Y/N wearing a sports bra, with some matching leggings on.
they continued sparring for a while, too distracted by each other, that they didn't realize that the decathlon team was once again at the door, watching them spar with each other with astonishment, still having the difficulty to grasp that penis parker was actually cool.
somehow, they ended up with peter being pinned down on the ground, with Y/N straddling him.
Y/N smirked, leaning down, her hands still bunched up around peter's collar, using that to slightly pull peter up, making him lean his body on his elbows, then kissing him. peter kissed back almost immediately, one of his hand coming around to grip her waist.
the decathlon team who was watching the scene unfold infront of them, was once again shocked.
"...okay, let's just leave them alone now." harley awkwardly suggested, ushering everyone out.
one by one, they left the training room with shocked looks on their faces, leaving peter and Y/N in their own worlds.
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cynettic · 3 years
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Stay with Me pt.3
Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.
Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche
Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 
A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D
Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2
He’d left a key.
Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 
Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?
Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.
The Balladeer was a fool.
He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.
You wanted to go outside.
And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.
It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.
He didnt say anything the next day.
You werent going to wait any longer.
“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”
The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.
But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.
Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.
Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.
‘Balladeer.’
The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.
You were no longer his.
Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.
It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 
“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”
A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.
They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”
“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”
“What…?”
Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”
“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”
A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.
Gone.
You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.
“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”
The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.
Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.
“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”
You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.
The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?
Your only option was to run.
Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 
And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.
Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.
“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”
But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.
Where was home?
You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…
You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.
Where were you to go now…?
Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.
You were home.
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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”
A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.
“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.
And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.
“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”
Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.
“Of c-course!”
The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.
Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”
Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.
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“That… that…” 
It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.
Out of Inazuma.
It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.
It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.
But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.
Until you got his message.
“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 
Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.
You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.
He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.
You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.
Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.
Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.
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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?
I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?
I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.
Sincerely, your Balladeer
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It was raining.
Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.
You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…
The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.
You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.
He was just a boy.
Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.
He’s just a boy.
You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.
Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.
But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 
“Play with me!”
Was it your fault?
For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...
“Lazy ass.”
Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”
Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.
“I love you.”
But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”
His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.
You saw a little boy.
Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.
But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.
“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.
It was necessary if you planned to kill him.
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kakubun · 3 years
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what if you were their personal helper?
a/n: im biased on all of these because basically you're special to them in a type of way
part 2
warnings: chapter 189-206 spoilers‼‼, suggestive, violence mentions
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sanzu
you would be his personal cook that mikey assigned
you really worked hard at making the best dishes for sanzu (1. 50/50 chance of getting killed because you might never know with his pill popping ass and 2. you don't want to purposely mess up good ingredients)
sanzu though, really loves your dishes
he would say horrendous compliments like how he was about to have an orgasm biting into the steak minutes ago (rindou looks up at him from his laptop in disgust while ran scoffs in amusement)
ran suggested to maybe gift you something or pay a visit to whoever is cooking his meals and damn well sanzu was thrilled to hear that idea and was ready to work on it
(the haitani brothers thought the same, that you were probably going to shit your pants if bonten's number 2 suddenly appeared right beside you out of nowhere)
the very next day, his preffered time of lunch was much more later than the others so it's pretty normal for the others to not see him at the table and knowing that he's doing his own business
but this is completely different than what he usually does, he's looking for you! and there you were, in the flesh and busy preparing his meal
you look rather panicked, oh how many guesses he had. it was near his lunch time, you cooked the wrong meal, you're panicking about the slighest things or you thought you were doing it wrong
turns out you just wanted to cut the right size of tomatoes because you cut one ridiculously large chunk so you huffed and picked another tomato and nearly laughed at your stupidity
well sanzu was correct in some ways but you were just minutes away in finishing so he watched
with every second he stepped closer and the closer he got which was just right over your shoulder, you squeled because 1) creepy and 2) his breath was tickling your neck that you just had to make noise
you grabbed your wrist and your finger bled, in the state of suprise you accidently cut your thumb, luckily it was only a little so you rushed to the sink to wash it off
sanzu had a smile on his face, oh woops accidently shocked a poor person by breathing on them so the best he could do was offering a bandaid that was in his pocket
you glanced at his arm and saw the bonten tattoo inked on it so your eyes lit up in fear in why a bonten member is up infront of you
you gulped and he couldn't help but giggle to how terrified you looked and he twirled the plate that his food on it
"you're almost finished with my food, huh? quickly, you have a few seconds" you looked at him again but with genuine curiousity and suprise that said "sanzu haruchiyo? what is he doing here?"
your thoughts swirled in your head in chaos, finishing up his food and the waiter that were to take his food entered the kitchen
he froze in the doorway, recognizing the feared bonten 2 and sanzu asked him to go away by simply motioning it with his hand as well as adding in a "if you don't go, i'll kill you" by doing a slashing motion across his neck, you did not know how fast the waiter walked out of there
sanzu carried his plate towards the table your partners and you ate at and sat there, tilting his head when you stayed at the same spot
"sit here, i wanna talk" shitting your pants is a understatement, dying should be the right term
but no worries when you sat down, he smiled again with his eyes closed (though you're not sure what kind of smile was this, his rare ones? because if it is then you can make it out of here without being out in a grave)
let's just say he was interested in you and he said quite some nice words to you, this won't be the first time he'll crash into your life and have moments of talking to you after all, you're his cook right?
you're just lucky enough when he decides that you're one of the few pieces he'll cherish in his life, one he wouldn't kill but respect deeply and stick around with
kokonoi
you were his respectable assistant that deals with errands, well a more better term is a spy
you listened to conversations about bonten in the dark and sneak off to inform the others, first of all koko of course
your relationship between him was proffesional and all, reporting about what bonten enemies have said, nod and leave
but there was a time where he finally got to know you a bit better
you were a bit later than the time he asked for you to come to his office after your work, about 10 minutes atleast and he raised his eyebrow at you when you slipped into his office out of breath but quickly regain it as to not piss him off any further
"sorry sir, i got attacked" attacked you say? he got up from his seat, slowly approacing you and you sweat
overall his demeanor was cocky and all but you've never seen a scary side so supposingly it's okay for you to not feel threatened but would he really be angry at you for getting attacked?
"i don't see any bruises on you, did you really get attacked?" that sly grin showcased itself, he felt the taste of a lie coming but it didn't when you spoke up again
"i fought back sir, with this." you pulled out the staff, pressing the button to open it and twirled it over for him to see
it was the staff he gave, well actually showed off when he opened the weapons room, telling you to atleast get a weapon to defend yourself, if you can even though (he halfly joked at the end with his tongue out)
you told him that it was the gang that was still gaining these "leaks and secrets" or so to speak, are the ones rindou falsely put out in the open and the gang planned to go to one of the secret bases that bonten usually went to
besides what you say is necessary information but he circled around you in silence and decided to try to hit your head but you smack his hand away with the staff
he went for your neck but you swiftly wack the staff into his waist and he groaned, impressed
he was about to say something but sanzu interrupted by opening the door without knocking and almost bumped koko with the door
"heheh sorry, can i borrow your assistant, come come~" sanzu sung out but koko shooed him away, wanting some time to talk to you but pink crazed bastard wanted to talk to you so he shut the door on him and yelled at him to go away for a moment
after that day, more people seem to recognize and fought with you
it would pretty ironic if koko were to be the one ordering them to attack you
" i wanna see you fight more" whatever he says, you just hope it actually isn't him sending mofos to attack you because that would be a d!ck move
but he didn't, one of the bonten members revealed that a little spy is watching them from above like the idiots they were that they bumbled out their secrets for the spy to hear (guess who)
so he rewards you, after the hell you went through, you better be gifted
extra!!:
"may i measure you?" you looked back at the person in shock as they smiled warmly at you and you suspiciously glared at them, reaching slowly for your staff.
"sir kokonoi has asked to measure you." they went to stretch out the measuring tape and held it around your waist, you hesitated on holding up your shirt because of how ticklish and feathery their fingers were. this was all too sudden but you go along with it.
while you twist your shirt up, they placed a note in your back pocket and you questioned on why did they do that, you reached it while they're measuring your legs.
"i'll send someone in to measure your size for your clothing, do you also want lingerie to be part of your gift too?~" the note said and you nearly stumbled into the tailor when you tried rereading it all over again.
"what colour do you want? do you want a matching set?" "no!!"
(koko's probably pissing himself right now, trying to imagine your panicky expression, laughing like a maniac in his office)
ran
you worked as his personal maid and he admired how careful you were
you were pretty noticeable since you took your time on one thing at a time like dusting off shelves and cupboards for a long moment or scrubbing away at the dirt in the plate that stuck too long there (i mean it's reasonable but you stressed over it for a few minutes)
he approached at some times to check on you and he would smile sadistically at times when you look at him like a deer in headlights, wondering what you did wrong to make him approach you himself
he just wanted to praise and point out some of your habits which you rubbed your neck to and nodded to do better next time
it also gave him a chance to see your stretched arm and your hands, especially your knuckles more better than afar (not in a creepy way)
your knuckles were deep red and would have cuts over it and he would leave at that but it got too much for him whenever he came to you and it kept getting worse
he popped the question when you moved his flowers into a pot to sit in the sun when your hands were all bandaged up
"why has the condition of your hands worsen everytime i come to you?" so he did notice, you sighed and told him the truth while you rubbed your bandaged knuckles
"people are picking on me so hitting their faces makes my knuckles hurt and become ugly each time i return back here" he was suprised that you even used your fists and he held your hands and spoke softly
"you didn't use the baton i gave you?" you feel yourself burn, you had to pull away from him and you wanted to jog off into the sun but you akwardly shrugged instead
"i'm a lot more used to using fists to fight plus i.. might have hit my face with the baton once" his laugh was sugary sweet, the rarest you've ever heard but he was laughing at your mistake so you bit your tongue and fumed, going back to arranging his flowers (that he's probably allergic to but keeps them around cause they're pretty💀)
he patted your shoulder, casually correcting himself that it was cute that atleast you did try to use the baton that he lended to you
"i'll teach you, every evening at around 4, i'll train you to use the baton so it's less work for your fists and more for your baton." you responded that mikey had his meal around that time and you had to clean the table cloth after he eats, shyly you admit that he tends to be a little messy when eating
ran smiled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and going off after insulting you one last time
"i'm impressed that you're more careful with the table cloth than your own hands" and that ends the evening with you screaming into your hands because of how frustating, ran haitani bonten executive was
extra!!:
"now i really need you to be honest with me, how do you even fight with your fists?" "your brother teaches me how to break their limbs but i accidently graze the floor sometimes because of how tough the enemy is"
well that was pretty shocking, he looks at you with suprise in his eyes, you also looked at him suprised, you just didn't know how expressive he was and you're finding out about them because of these 4pm sessions.
"doesn't he have a maid that helps him out?" "he says i make great coffee" ran grumbled that you shouldn't even serve a fucker who drinks coffee in the first place and you couldn't help laughing. in exchange for the love of coffee, rindou might as well train you. he's not blind, he sees the bruises on your hands when you return back to the headquarters.
(and to maybe trigger ran a little since he was the one mainly teaching reader his fighting style and not ran and his lame ass baton and he just stole his maid for a few seconds, might as well train them as a reward)
"show me a better compliment and i might stop serving him" "you're good with your hands" you smirked and got up and tapped his shoulders with the baton, teasing him into giving you more compliments
"shut it now before i use my hands to shut you up" "you may at anytime" and he did, now you can imagine what he did lol
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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years
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Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou x f!reader
Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching
BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST
Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny
A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED
Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”
Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”
After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.
“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”
“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.
“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“
“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.
“What about viagra?” He recommended.
“What?” You questioned.
“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.
“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said
“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.
“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.
Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.
“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.
“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.
“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.
“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.
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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.
After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.
Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.
“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.
“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.
“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.
“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”
“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.
“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.
“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.
“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.
“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.
“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?
When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.
“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.
“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.
“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.
“Katsuki..”
“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.
“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.
‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.
While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.
He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.
“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.
“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.
As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.
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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.
You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.
It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.
“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“
“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.
“Suki..no,”
“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.
“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.
“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.
“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.
“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.
“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.
“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.
“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.
“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.
“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.
“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.
You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.
The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.
“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.
“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.
“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.
“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.
“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.
“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.
“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.
“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.
“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.
“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.
“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.
“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.
“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.
“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.
Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.
“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.
“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.
“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.
“But you love me,” you said.
“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.
“Umm..Y/N?” He started.
“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.
“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.
“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.
“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.
“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.
“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.
“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.
A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸
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eberles · 3 years
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Sundress Szn
Jamie Oleksiak
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a/n: this was not requested, but i hope you guys like it! feedback is always welcome🥰
warnings: smut!! (face riding, fingering, unprotected sex, public/dressing room sex) 18+
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You woke up in Jamie's arms, his biceps hugged around your body, the bright sunlight peeking through the blinds. Grinning, you felt him kiss your temple as your eyes fluttered open as his large hands rubbed up and down your hips. His fingers teased your inner thighs, and his lips left wet kisses against your neck and jaw. He was always one to wake you as affectionately as he could while also being a tease. Rolling over to face him, you pressed your naked chest against his, while you tangled your fingers in his hair pulling him to meet your lips.
You moved your leg between his, one of his thighs aimed right under your pussy. You moaned into the kiss as your wet core throbbed against his thigh, moving your hips slowly to add more friction. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip before he pulled away, his lips forming into a smirk as he spoke, “Don’t we have shopping to do?”
You whimpered once Jamie removed his now wet thigh from between your legs and got out of bed in one smooth motion. You let your eyes fall to his body as he stood naked in front of you, moving around the room to get ready. “C’mon baby, you promised you’d help me pick out a mother’s day gift.”
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” laughing smugly, he came to your side of the bed, hovering his head just above yours.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jamie whispered, close enough to where you could feel his lips brushing against yours. It was very like him to get you riled up and then deny you any form of pleasure, the edging and teasing is what got him off. He just wanted to see you begging for him by the end of the day.
���Whatever.” you put your hand on his chest, pushing him away from you. He wants to be like that? Two can play at this game. You hid your smirk as you ventured to your closet, pulling out your lucky dress. It happened to be perfect for a day like today and you knew it would drive him wild.
Your boyfriend decided to wait for you in the living room, you took your time getting ready, leaving the dress for last. You cleared your throat, separating his attention from his phone to you.
Jamie gulped, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance when you entered the living room. The short yellow sundress flatters every curve on your body, sitting mid thigh and showing off the perfect amount of cleavage. Sighing, he threw his phone to the side and used his finger to gesture for you to come closer.
You stood in front of him, the ache in your core becoming more apparent as he stared up at you with dark eyes. Jamie made contact with the backs of your thighs, softly caressing the skin moving his hands up under your dress.
“Are you not wearing panties?” Jamie's big hands cupped your ass, squeezing the flesh, giving your right cheek a light slap.
“I must've forgotten.” you shrugged innocently, hoping the sweet smile on your face wasn’t giving away the wetness between your thighs.
“You know, everytime I see you in this dress I imagine what it would be like to have my head under it.”
Jamie wasn’t planning on giving into you this easily, he wanted to make you wait. But this damn sundress made the blood rush to his cock faster than any other outfit you’d worn for him.
“What?” you asked, your voice shaky as you assumed what he was insinuating. The smirk on Jamie's face was telling all as you watched him lay on his back across the couch. “Jamie, I-”
“Come sit on daddy’s face.” he patted his chest, urging you to come closer. Your knees buckled hearing the words leave his lips. Of course, you wanted to, who wouldn’t? But that didn’t change the nerves you had regarding the positioning. However, your body was moving faster than your mind and before you knew it, you were perched on Jamie's chest.
“A-are you sure?” you asked one final time, your insecurities wash over you making you unsure of your next move.
“I'm sure, baby. hold your dress up.” you did as he said, bunching the yellow dress around your waist. You looked at him, a confused expression covering your face. “I want to look at you when I make you cum.”
Your face heated up at his words, already wanting to shy away under his gaze. With one hand still attached to your thigh, he held your hand in his other, interlocking your fingers. Your heart warmed at his ability to be his sweet self while his face was mere centimeters from where you needed him most. “Now, relax.”
You yelped as his large hands pulled on your thighs, forcing your position over his face. His breath makes your clit twitch, desire already dripping from you. Jamie licked a long stripe along your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit making you shutter. That's all it took for you to relax yourself against his face, his warm mouth doing wonders against your slick center.
You couldn’t help but grind your hips down, slowly fucking his mouth. The added friction making your head spin, Jamie moaned in return, the vibration causing you to squeeze your thighs around his ears. He focused his mouth around your clit, nipping, sucking, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Fuck, Jamie.” you cried out, whimpers and pants following along. You threw your head back, Jamie’s expert tongue fucking you made your skin tingle with need. The facial hair Jamie had only added to the sensation, his scruff leaving a delicious burn on your thighs. The fire in the pit of your stomach was erupting as he pinched your thigh reminding you to look at him. “Fuck. Jamie, i’m gonna-”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your eyes refocusing on his dark ones as your orgasm overtook you. Your hand squeezed his, your nails digging into the back of his hand. Your legs trembled around his head, pussy shuttering against his tongue. The repetition of moans and curse words leaving your mouth only sounded like music to Jamie's ears. It was the sweetest sound to him, matched with your parted face and glistening skin after a good orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of you.
“Oh god.” you whimpered, watching Jamie lap up your juices with his tongue. After regaining your breathing, you forced yourself away from his face. Jamie licked his lips, his beard glistening with your arousal, causing you to hide your face in his hands.
“See? That wasn’t so bad.” He had a smug look on his face and there was a slight pep to his voice. You rolled your eyes, slightly ashamed you pushed off doing that for so long, upset you let small insecurities get in the way of something so incredible. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you closer to him before pecking your lips. “My good girl. Was that enough to hold you over?”
“I think I’m ready to shop now.” you smirked, standing up, adjusting your dress so it sat along your curves.
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He took your hand as you walked into the mall together, his fingers interlacing with yours. You stopped in front of one of your favorite stores, seeing a red top on a mannequin in the window. “Can I look real quick?”
He sighed, but agreed anyway, always unable to resist that smile you gave him, even though he absolutely hated going clothes shopping with you. Jamie followed you around the store, mostly staring at your ass instead of the clothes you were picking out. “Do you like this?”
“Yea, it’s not bad.” he shrugged, watching as you got a few more shirts and dresses from that section and pulled him towards the changing room. Truthfully, Jamie would be happy if you just wore the exact dress you were wearing right now everyday for the rest of your life.
“Come in with me.” you pulled at his shirt as you backed into the changing room, a smirk taking over your face. You stood on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against Jamie’s ears. “I need you. Now.”
You looked around one last time, making sure there were no customers or employees watching you before you tugged him into the small dressing room. Jamie turned you around, pushing you against the door once it shut behind you. “Jamie, please.”
“Are you sure?” he sighed into your neck, pressing kisses to the area. You answered by pulling his face towards yours, bringing his lips against your own. Licking along your bottom lip, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, muffling out your moans. He was straining against his jeans, his length pressed against your pelvis.
You broke the kiss, fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. Pushing at his chest, he sat on the bench behind him as you straddled his legs. The sundress you wore sitting high on your thighs, your hand attached to his length, thumb swiping across his tip.
“You gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet pussy, pumping them a few times. He removed them, replacing your hand around his cock with his own, sliding your juices around his length. Resting your forehead against his, you raised your hips and slowly sank down onto his length. Feeling him hit every part of your pussy, your walls clenched around him. Your hands found his shoulders to keep your balance as you rode him, one of his hands squeezed your hips, attempting to help guide you.
You bit your lip, almost drawing blood as you held back your moans. His fingers played with your clit, making small circles around the sensitive bud. Every thrust into your walls was deep and long, taking him all the way every time. Your pussy tightened around him, making him gently thrust up to meet your hips. His pants were heavy and he was getting restless letting you know he was close, as were you.
“C’mon baby.” he whispered against your lips, trapping them with his own, muffling your moans once again. You came on command, clenching around him again and again as he spilled inside you. Jamie’s hand on your throat kept you attached to his lips as you both rode out your highs.
Standing up, you fixed your dress for the second time that day as he pulled his pants up. You poked your head out of the dressing room door, feeling Jamie's cum dripping down your thigh. Laughing, you looked back at Jamie, a knowing smile taking over his face. “We have to get out of here.”
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moonlightmiya · 3 years
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Just a class.. Right?
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NSFW Minors DNI
Yoga instructor Osamu x Fem!Reader
Includes - Swearing, grinding, Osamu’s roaming hands, fingering, edging, penetration, oral(M!Receiving), cum eating(both of you)
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a/n: I have literally no ideas so take this brain dump :D. Why’s he look so stupid in this pic- I might update that later ig(?)
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“It was hard enough not being able to focus on the class, now you have the excitement of your after hours with Osamu, and the undeniable wetness on your lower half”
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Ever since picking up yoga and going to one or two classes, your getting more enthusiastic about it, but you don’t know if it’s the thrill of your muscles burning with the stretch or your hot yoga teacher whom you’ve been flirting back n forth with ever since the first class
Also who can get a little too handsy, not that you mind of course, showing this by getting the positions purposely wrong so he could come and help you out, getting a little squeeze on your thigh in approval. Though this does earn you occasional scoffs and eye rolls from the people around you, not that care of course
“Ah y/n, your leg is far too low”
you try hold back the blush forming as Osamu grips onto your thigh, guiding your leg up,
“I don’t think I’m doing this right, could you help me out a bit more?” His lips form to a smirk as he nods, positioning himself inbetween your legs, “lay on your side for me darlin’”
You do as he says, about to open your mouth to speak, only to quickly shut it as you feel him lightly grind into you, lifting your right leg up and leaning forward ever so slightly,
“Y’know your pretty flexible, just need a little help at times, don’t ya” he smirks down at your squirming form, laying a hand on your waist as an attempt to stop you, “Hopefully ya can manage to keep up with the next task, just call me over if y’need anything darlin’”
The next position is somewhat easy, you just have to hold a squat for a few minutes, can’t be too hard right..? Wrong. Osamu and the trainer next to him have been at this for around ten minutes, setting challenges for the longer squats, you can feel Osamu’s eyes burn holes through your skin, waiting for you to raise your hand for him, but as for you, your trying not to crack, wanting him to come over and help you himself, for proof that he’s not just being nice
Eventually you hear footsteps coming over to you, partnered by a hot breath on your ear, “look at the mirror for me darlin’, let me show you how to do it properly” oh how you don’t regret choosing the space beside all the mirrors, peeking over at jealous looking faces as Osamu grips your hips down to his,
You feel him get into his own squating position behind you, shuffling closer and closer until your basically sitting on him, he bucks his hips up at the sudden contact with your clothed ass which causes you to let out a small whine
“And back down” his hands grip to your waist, squeezing tightly and pushing you back down to his crotch, you don’t miss the way he grinds into you, slipping his hands further n further down, ending at the sides you your ass, giving us a small squeeze everytime he comes close to your ass
“You’re doing so damn well, keep this up for me mkay?” You nod at his statement, expecting him to leave, but to your surprise he doesn’t, keeping his hands on your ass and pressed down to his unmistakably hard cock.
You suddenly feel a pair of hot lips on your ear, “look at the mirror doll” realising you’ve stopped staring at yourself n Osamu, your eyes make their way hesitantly over to your reflection, you realise how red your are, and the full image of the position with Osamu, him having you practically on top of his squating form, hands cupping your ass as he subtly grinds into you
Thankfully none of your so called ‘gym-buddies’ notice this, all their heads turned back to the front, your quickly snapped out of your thoughts when Osamu shifts one of his hands to the inside of your thigh, squeezing tightly, “I think you should work on your posture more, meet me after this class and I’ll help ya out more” you nod immediately, whispering out a yes.
You watch as his figure returns to the top of the class, pulling his shirt down to make an attempt at hiding his hard-on. Only then you realise how fast your heart was racing, and your overly loud panted breaths,
It was hard enough not being able to focus on the class, now you have the excitement of your after hours with Osamu, and the undeniable wetness on your lower half
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It was over soon after, your practically shaking with excitement, bouncing over to the door where Osamu is behind, gently knocking
“Uhm.. Hello?” You knock again, the door flies open revealing Osamu, “y/n, come in, please” and you do, walking over to the mat laid out on the floor,
“y/n, we’re going to start with some stretching, sit down for me,” the way your name falls off his tongue is like smooth honey. Obliging his orders, you sit on your knees with your hands infront of you, feeling his warm body behind you, his hands wrapping around your wrist and pushing forward till your chest is against the floor
He lays his head on your shoulder, still pushing your arms forward, “tell me when you feel a burn” you nod, feeling your body getting pushed forward until your chest lay on the floor, Osamu pressed against your back. Feeling his hands trail down your sides, your hips, then finally pulling them up to meet his
“I hope I’m not overstepping..” he squeezes your hips when his cock comes into touch with your ass, pressing his hot lips to the shell off your ear, kissing it a bit, he pulls your face closer to his, lips ghosting over yours “is this okay?” His lips press against yours, instantly kissing him back
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that darlin’” he shifts you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head to capture your lips into a heated kiss yet again, trailing down to your neck, biting a little, you let out a gasp and wrap your legs around his waist,
He lets go of your hands to start playing with the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slightly, you take the hint and pull it over your head, Osamu is quick to press messy kisses on your chest, going down to your stomach, kissing and fingering the waistband of your leggings,
Your hands meet his shirt tugging at it for him to take it off, he sits up peeling his shirt and shorts off, leaving him in his boxers, crawling over to you whilst palming himself “lets get these out the way hm?” You nod instantly,
“please.. want you to touch me” he chuckles, taking your leggings off, leaving you in a bra and panties, putting you in a mating press, “don’t worry darlin’” he shoves your pants to the side, running his fingers through your folds occasionally catching your clit making you shudder, “I’ve got ya”
He presses two fingers at your entrance, massaging it slightly, wetting his fingers with your essence, eventually pushing them in, causing you to moan out loud, he starts at a slower pace, curling his fingers up, finding your g-spot
“Love hearing your pretty sounds, baby, don’t hold back for me” he quickens his pace, grinding his palm against your clit, making your mouth fall open, he’s quick to kiss you, sucking on your tongue you feel your orgasm pooling in your stomach, hands instantly gripping onto his arms, scratching lightly
“A-ah, ‘Samu.. ngh, I’m close” he smirks down at you, harshly curling his fingers up, making you almost fall over the edge, “k-keep doing that, mhh, pleasepleaseplease don’t stop,” your eyes roll to the back of you head, nearly falling off the edge, before you feel him pulling his fingers out of you, making you whine
“Not yet darlin’, if yer gonna cum, you’re doing it on my cock,” his hands release from your body, trailing back to his boxers, palming at his dick,
He starts removing his boxers, kissing and nibbling at your exposed skin marking it with red n purple spots, his hands wrap round your chest, unhooking your bra in the process, “such pretty fuckin’ tits” Osamu starts pawing at your now hard buds, twirling then in between his fingers, pulling slightly
You feel your panties getting tugged off you, along with Osamu’s cock lining up with your entrance, “lay back for me doll, I’m here” he lets out a groan when his tip slides through your folds, teasing your hole and clit, making you gasp and pant
“‘Samu.. please put it in..” you moan when the head of his cock makes his way into you, when he’s half into you your already panting, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you with half his length. You feel his grip onto your hips tighter, pushing himself in until he’s fully bottomed out, grunts are falling from his mouth when he feels you tighten around him
“Feels s’ good Osamu~ keep going fuck” you whine out, your voice soon turning into a moan as he starts to push back into you again, filling you up with the whole of his cock, before pulling back out to tease your clit
His actions make it hard for you to focus, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm, suddenly he pushes back into you, starting a rough pace as his hips slam into yours, you moan again, throat going sore from his endless attempts to make you cum
He spits straight at your cunny, mixing his saliva with your juices to rub against your throbbing clit, he presses down and circles the hard bud, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, “I can feel you clenching, ya like getting fucked like this hm? Raw on the mat..”
“Samu, Osamu, fuck ngh ‘m cumming.. gonna cum..” he feels you tighten around him, creaming on his cock whilst your orgasm is in play, he lets you ride it out on his cock, baring the harsh scratches on his back. You start to feel his thrusts getting sloppy, but before you could comment on it he pulls out, leaving you trembling against the mat from the post-orgasm experience
“Wanna cum in your fuckin’ mouth, doll” your thighs numb at his words, opening your mouth so he can have free rein, almost instantly he shifts over to your face pressing his cock against your lips n smearing his pre-cum against them
“Open wide darlin’” he grabs the back of your head, shoving his cock into your mouth, you moan around his tip, giving it small licks before taking half of it into your mouth, his cock stretches your mouth out perfectly, he starts to push into your mouth more, humping it slowly
“ngh.. so good y/n” he gasps out as you swallow around him, feeling his orgasm come close too, he grips your hair, fucking your face faster and faster till you feel hot ropes of cum land on your tongue, some dribbling down your chin
You look up at Osamu, his head tilted back and his eyes all over the place, he softens his face, looking back down at you with a smirk, “look at you darling, covered in my cum, don’t you dare swallow” you stare at him confused, but not wanting to disobey his actions
Sitting down, he brings your body on top of his, pressing kisses against your chin, licking his cum off your chin before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, nibbling on the bottom one and letting out another dribble of his cum, he licks it before shoving his tongue into your mouth, making out with you whilst tasting himself on your tongue
He pulls away, the majority of his cum gone from his actions, “never knew that would be so hot,” you giggle as you watch him grab tissues from a table in the room, “I just wanted to try something different doll” he flashes you a soft look, panting from your previous activities
You bring him down into one last kiss before he finishes cleaning you up, “we should go back to my place, finish what we started” he goes back to his usual lazy-look, but with a hint of lust in his eyes, lust for you
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P.s I didn’t really proofread this cuz it’s way to early-
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arielxlazarus · 3 years
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I almost forgot about that fanfic appreciation week, but I wanted to at least do something for it! So here's a rec list for some of my favorite fics in the one piece fandom!
This list is not at all exhaustive btw (there's still loads of other fics in the fandom that I love), so please don't feel bad if you weren't included! Also if anyone wants more recommendations from me, you can check out my bookmarks on my ao3!
Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi
Rating: T
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to set out to sea as an adventurer. His father, unfortunately, dictated that he was to follow the family tradition and become a doctor instead.
Following a lifetime of hurt and sorrow at the hands of his family, he eventually breaks free and takes to the sea alone - determined to keep it that way. Fate has other ideas in store for him; fate crosses his path with Portgas D. Ace's, a brand new pirate.
And what does he hate more than pirates?
Nothing.
Or: from Sixis to the Moby Dick - the lives of the Spade pirates.
First Time by Chromi
Rating: E
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: "Because it is Ace, and it will only ever be Ace, that he wants to see like this, and he wants to be responsible for unravelling him down to his core and loving him to his very center."
In which Ace and Deuce go all the way for the first time.
@chromiwrites
Seabound by AnkhPosts
Rating: T
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.
Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.
Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.
@ankhposts
Death is only the beginning by Chizyk
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: “Ankhreshet?” he whipped his head round at the sound of a raspy voice so fast he almost got whiplash. He could feel his body going completely cold as he saw the mummy’s empty eye sockets staring right at him.
@chizyk
I'm Still Here (part of a series) by theprodigypenguin
Rating: M
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace (also Izou/Sabo later in the series)
Summary: "When I do die, don't bother burying me in that empty grave. Put my body in a boat and set me out to sea. Let me sleep eternal on the ocean that my father loved so much; because before everything else in this world, I am a child of the sea, and when I die, I want to return to it. Put me in a boat and set it aflame so I can go down in the same fire I lived."
Forget-Me-Not Fall by theprodigypenguin
Rating: M
Pairing: Izou/Sabo
Summary: “Most of the nobles I’ve met tonight look meticulously put together. They look like they were built to portray a certain image paralleled a hundred times over. People who were copied and pasted. Flawless clothes, flawless faces, flawless makeup, flawless hair.”
“Not me though,” Sabo stated, and Izou hummed.
“It’s comforting.”
“Huh?”
Izou met Sabo’s eye. “Everyone else in this place hides their worst attributes with a mask they modified to fit their faces. They don’t seem to comprehend that those perfect masks only make their worst characteristics more pronounced and defined.” His expression was terribly gentle as his eyes wandered across Sabo’s face. “It’s comforting to be approached by someone not trying to be something else.”
Sabo tilted his head. “How do you know I’m not manipulating you like some common Goa aristocrat?”
Izou smiled. “There are a few reasons.”
@theprodigypenguin
A Light To Guide You Home by TheSkyIsMyHome
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: In a world that despises mutants, Ace lives purely to protect his little brother.
Until the flames inside him find their perfect match and opposite, and he doesn't know what to feel anymore.
The Phoenix's Mate by TheSkyIsMyHome
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Marco is a handsome man. Ace really can't be blamed for being attracted to him. Nobody minds, either.
But Marco isn't always a man. Ace still loves him regardless, and his sexual urges are catching up to that fact.
Marco indulges him, but he might just find himself enjoying it more than he thought he would.
@evvazi
ASL in Red (series) by Kereea
Rating: G-T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law (both asexual), Koala/Sabo, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Benn Beckman, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Aokiji | Kuzan, Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, and several other minor ones
Summary: In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.
The Grand Line would never know what hit it.
Mates (part of a series) by Deubatty
Rating: E
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Deuce just wanted to go searching for plants! A nice walk in the woods. Except, he ends up becoming the mate to a very persistent naga
His First Mate The Mermaid (part of a series) by Deubatty
Rating: T
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Instead of finding another person on Sixis, Ace finds a mermaid
@masked-writer
Being Human by MaiKusakabe
Rating: E (no smut)
Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between Marco, Whitebeard, and the rest of the crew as they form)
Summary: The line that differentiates human from object appears to be clear, but sometimes it blurs to the point where it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The Unknown Devil by MaiKusakabe
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Ace hadn’t expected his last week of imprisonment before his execution to be any different from all the years preceding it. Then again, he hadn’t expected to have Marco the Phoenix as a cellmate for that week, or that Marco’s presence would shake his bleak world so much.
Ripple Effect by MaiKusakabe
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: After the incident with Shanks, Garp didn't take Luffy to Dadan's, unaware of how much that would change the life of his other grandson.
@maisstories
To Build a Home by endlessblankpages
Rating: G
Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between the ASL bros and the Whitebeard Pirates)
Summary: The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn't commit. But when they're accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.
Persistence & The Impossible (part of a series) by dragonsfall
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: In order to keep himself from losing his job, Ace takes on an impossible story. Get an interview with the ever-elusive Phoenix. Guess he might as well kiss his job goodbye.
Self Discovery (part of a series) by dragonsfall
Rating: E
Pairing: Izou/Sabo (sort of, it's technically masturbation)
Summary: Sabo has been waiting for a day like this for a while but it doesn’t go quite how he planned it.
@clockworkpanic
A Breach of Intention by Depths
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: It was unspoken, but some pirate crews and mermaids had an unspoken solidarity. Pirates throw their enemies overboard, and the merfolk will take care of them.
mer!ace au
@leviathiane
Running on All Sixes by lunarshores
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Izou/Thatch
Summary: The Whitebeard gang might be one of the most influential in the city, but to Marco they're just his family. Though he sometimes wishes they'd just leave him alone, especially when Izo's playing matchmaker, and Ace is his usual oblivious self. When a brother betrays them, they'll have to fight to show why no one ever messes with their family.
nothing is impossible with you by lunarshores
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Five times Ace and Marco accidentally mixed their flames on accident and one time that was entirely on purpose.
@lunarshores
I Want You to Look at Me by shockandlock
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: One night, Marco is missing from dinner, so Ace decides to bring dinner to him. He's surprised to see Marco wearing glasses and now he can't stop thinking about the way he looks. Now with additional chapter(s) including more miscellaneous MarcoAce PWP!
To My Dear Fire (part of a series) by shockandlock
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Living in the city is a new thing for Ace. After being raised near a cozy coastal mountain town through his childhood, it's definitely a change of pace, but it doesn't help when he loses his new job after an unfortunate encounter with actor Marco Newgate. He just wants to live-- and meet his long time pen pal, Phoenix.
Marco knows that being an actor is hard, so he takes the little things when he can: writing his pen pal (and honestly one of his best friends) Fire Fist, flirting with the cute new waiter at his favorite café-- not that he has a chance after a disaster on social media. But maybe fate really does give him a second chance when Ace shows up at Four Emperor Studios...
@shockandlock
Uncharted Territory by silverwolf_fox
Rating: E
Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: This was by far one of Ace's most ridiculous ideas.
When Deuce keeps getting flustered everytime he tries to dominate Ace, they created an opportunity where he didn't have to be afraid of messing up.
Now he's free to do and try whatever he wants...
...so long as Ace doesn't wake up.
Watching the Sunrise (part of a series) by silverwolf_fox
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Many years have passed since Rouge gave up her life for her son’s...except she didn’t die, but she thinks Ace did. Living her life on Baterilla, she’s mourned each and every day until the morning she receives his bounty poster. She sets off immediately to find him, but finds their meeting isn’t as easy as she’d imagined.
@the-devil-fruit-tree
never shall i forget, how you climbed out of a dream by siojo
Rating: T
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: “Kaido,” Ace smirks, flames burning around his feet as he shifts in preparation for Kaido’s next attack, already trying to decide what he’s going to do in response. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve seemed to have been enjoying yourself here.”
“I thought you would be smarter than this, Portgas. You’ve never tried to fight another Yonko before, your bounty won’t matter much when you lose.”
Ace barks a laugh, his teeth bared in a facsimile of a grin, “You must have missed out on the brawl I had with Big Mom after she sent two of her daughters and a son for me to consider marrying. This is a bit more personal than that.”
@wordsdrippinginink
Reborn in Fire by aerle
Rating: M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Fireman Marco has earned the nickname 'the Phoenix' by saving numerous people from a certain death. After an accident however, he has to relearn to walk and gets a new job as arson inspector at a different fire station. There he gets confronted with a boy from his past, now all grown up and gorgeous.
Three's a Crowd, Four's a Double Date by aerle
Rating: M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace (main), Izou/Thatch (secondary)
Summary: "We're not dating," Marco said definitively. "That we're sharing a bed tonight is a total coincidence."
@aerle
Universal Dive by EmpressKira
Rating: M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Ace had been making his way through the city to go to one of his favorite cafes. Well, that was until this hole ripped in the sky and some pirate fell out with the flaming bird guy following. Getting targeted, he is dragged into a different world with pirates and everything defying the reality he is used to. Will he make it home? Will he go back when the time comes?
@empresskira
Blue moon (series) by de_Winter
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Urban fantasy AU, werewolf Marco and witch Ace
Red Velvet by de_Winter
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: Ace already knew their routine by heart, just from observing them for a couple of mornings when he had early delivery, and from Izou’s daily long winded—and probably sexually frustrated—rants. Big Blond would come out of the bakery wearing a shirt too tight for him and too thin for the weather as soon as he was done setting up the tables inside the storefront, holding a take out cup and a small box in his big hands. They looked really, pleasantly big from where Ace was standing, and he honestly wished he wasn't standing that far away.
@dee-de-winter
We'll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves by JuHuaTai
Rating: M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge
Summary: Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Or maybe he should've listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he'd figure it out sooner.
Gratitude of the Phoenix (part of a series) by JuHuaTai
Rating: M
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: [Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]
One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.
These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.
Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) by stereden
Rating: T
Pairing: None (heavy focus on Buggy, Shanks, and Crocus)
Summary: The Roger Pirates disappeared after their Captain's death, and were happy enough to let the Marines forget about them.
Until the Marines decide to execute their Captain's son, that is.
@stereden
This Bites! by Xomniac
Rating: M
Pairing: None (heavy focus on a main character oc and the strawhat pirates)
Summary: Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.
A Fortune that Never Grows Old by imperialmint
Rating: E
Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace
Summary: It's one thing to get butterflies in your stomach when you seen an attractive person but it's another thing entirely for Marco to want to stomp out a courtship ritual and lay foundations for a nest when he meets the navy's new (hot) secret weapon.
@imperialmint
Most of the authors on this list have many other excellent one piece fics I'd definitely suggest checking out! Enjoy your reading and try to show them all some love if you can!
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muffindaddystyles · 3 years
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KISMETS.
Harry Styles x fem!reader.
Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!
Frenemies and dad!harry.
Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!
MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4
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"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.
"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.
"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.
Or
Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend ---  but something went downhill.
//
Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.
Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.
Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.
"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.
"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.
The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.
Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.
Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.
"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?
"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.
No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.
"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.
To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.
"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.
"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.
"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.
"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.
"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."
"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.
Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.
. . .
They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.
People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.
At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.
"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.
"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.
"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.
Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."
. . .
They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.
When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.
He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."
Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.
Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.
Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.
"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.
"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.
"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.
"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.
"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.
. . .
Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"
"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.
"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.
"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."
"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.
"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.
"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?
. . .
When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.
"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.
They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.
When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.
. . .
It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.
"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.
"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.
. . .
It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.
Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.
"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.
"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.
He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.
"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.
"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.
"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.
She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.
The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.
. . .
"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.
When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.
"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"
"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.
"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.
"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.
"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."
"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.
"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.
Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.
. . .
He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.
"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.
"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.
With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.
. . .
"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.
"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.
"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.
"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.
Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)
How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.
. . .
Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.
Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!
"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!
. . .
"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.
"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.
She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.
They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.
"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.
"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.
It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.
. . .
"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.
"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.
"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.
They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.
"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.
. . .
Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.
Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.
"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.
"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."
"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.
"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.
She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.
She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.
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shlutnutt · 3 years
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My favorite pet
-kai anderson smut-
hopefully its good lol not really proof read also
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warnings⚠️: gun play, death mention, hardcore penetration, oral sex, fingering, name calling, slapping, sir kink, spit kink, harsh language, bath sex, 69
Working for Kai Anderson has never been easy, you needed the money and urgently for your father's open heart surgery. Kai was extremely cruel almost as if he was just born with a rotten heart, but Winter usually makes it known that he's a great guy.. Even if he doesn't show it.
"Hurry the fuck up you slut! You're here to serve me, not make me wait" Kai demands from the basement in which he'd stay most of his times at in his head designing his world domination plans. "Im on my way Kai! Had to clean up a little, sorry." you apologize as you walk down the creaky stairs leading to his dusty dim basement manwhich in hand. "What have I said about the sorrys Y/N?" Kai gazes up at you while you dont dare step another foot, an intimidating expression suited on his rough face, manwhich in hand, comfortably seated on his wooden chair.
"Sorrys are stupid and unecessary, stupid little sluts like me don't apologize. " you complied. "Good girl." Kai praises, as you automatically sprint back upstairs. There were no words to describe how intimidated you were by Kai Anderson, not because of the fact he was a psychopathic cult leader serial killer, but because of the way he carries himself. Always firm, vigilant, direct and determined . He was also illustrated as a sex god amongst a few of his cult members, they'd talk about how he'd make them come in just one minute in addition to leaving their legs trembling for hours. Even though you were slightly terrified of him you'd not give up the chance to hooking up if he'd offer.
Arriving back home to your little kitten (Dex) you were up for a hot steamy bath after the exhausting day Kai had given you. As you run the water carefully stepping in the oversized bathtub you begin to relax, coming up with the brilliant idea to drink some hennessy to boost your relaxation. You soon jump at the sudden buzzing coming from your phone, noticing it was Kai you instantly pick up to avoid his aggressive protests.
Y/N: "Yeah.. What's up?"
Kai: "You forgot your cat food at my place, Y/N."
Y/N: "Can I umm.. come by pick it up tomorrow? Im kinda busy right now."
Kai: "Nope. No need. I got it, Im at your front door, if you don't mind opening?"
Y/N: "Shit.. Im taking a bath, uhh there should be a spare key under the mat somewhere."
Kai: "You sound dru-"
You terminate the call quickly as your heart soon skips a beat due to the loud unlocking commotion coming from your front door echoing through your empty home. Dex's meowing began to rise, you dont think much of it since Dex gets overly excited from the pure sight of cat food, but when you hear his meowing getting closer along some heavy footsteps you grow alerted, getting ready to step out the bath.
"Can i come in?" You hear a familiar masculine voice politely question from the other side of your bathrom door. "What? no. Im taking a bath can you wa-" Kai enters, pretending to cover his eyes to give you privacy. "What the fuck." you yelp. "Hey, I just needed your help opening the bag, its kinda weird made, plus your little pussy needed attention." you chuckle to yourself from his use of words. "You wouldn't want it to starve to death huh?" Kai questioned you, proceeding to prentending to cover his eyes with the one free hand he had. He looked better than ever.. He wore a black long sleeve shirt which hugged his ripped body along some black fitted jeans, accompanied by his hot man bun, he noticed how you hungrily checked him out and took his hand off his face revealing himself fully to you.
"Like my outfit?" Kai asked in an overly charming voice giving you a silly twirl, which weirded you out since he's alwalys been a meany, could've been because he wasn't in his old deppressing basement away from his deadly cult who does nothing less than slaughter people for entertainment, or maybe it was because of how intoxicated you were. "Yeah, I actually like it. You look so fucking hot. Wait shit I d—" you accidentally let out one of the many thoughts that circled your mind triggering an unexpected shiver to run through your veins causing the little soapy foams that covered your body to vanish into the warm water unintentionally revealing your bare body for Kai to see.
"Oh, God. Don't move, you stay just like that." Kai demanded as his voice deepened to the sight of you. His dark appealing eyes scanned through your own causing your breathing to quicken at an inhuman speed. Unawaredly you bit your lip, effecting Kai's bottom lip to slip under his teeth also. Tension filled the bathroom as you two just stared at eachother, not one of you attempting to break the eye fucking you've been holding onto.
"Take off your clothes." you instinctively order. Kai's eyes widen as he slowly lifted up his long sleeve revealing his battle scars along with his divine form, as you just admired in the temperate warm bathtub you continued to comfortably lay on.
"That's it?" you question as Kai teased lowering his pants down slightly revealing his boxers and sharping v line. "I want more, baby" you order once again, this time softly attaching your hands to your soaped up breasts. "I think I might need some more inspiration." Kai suggested. "What kinda inspiration?" you interrogate once again. "Touch yourself for me, pet." Kai groaned out.
Rolling your eyes a little in response to Kai's nickname you begin to trace your hands down to your soaked core, rubbing it a few times before slipping a finger halfway in, moaning to the view of Kai pleasuring himself through his pants, you gasp to him pulling out a pistol from his inner hip, pointing it at you instantly.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kai questions, his warm breath fanning your face softly as he traced his gun up and down your body. "No." you shook your head terrifiedly as Kai's hand wiped the tears that your petrified eyes had shed before slapping the fuck out of you leaving a red mark instantaneously. Whimpering in fear and in pain you spat on his face in disrespect.
Kai paused and slowly cleaned off your spit with two fingers of his bringing it towards his mouth seductively sucking them clean before guiding his fingers from his mouth to yours. "Spit again" Kai motioned his fingers against your mouth signaling you to spit on them once again.
You spat on his fingers as he repeated his past actions, suddenly grabbing you by your neck to his mouth brushing his lips lightly against yours as he whispers against your mouth " You're gonna be good for me, right?" "Yes." you respond attempting to close the gap that you both held when he automatically pulled back to look deep into your eyes saying "It's yes sir, Y/N." "Yes si—" you're immediately interrupted by Kai's harsh lips on yours not giving you an opportunity to come up for air, continuing to trace his gun choking you and pulling your hair aggressively.
You pull on his pants signaling him to take them off as he hears your calls and unbuckles his belt allowing it to loudly make contact against the tiled floor. Tossing his pants elsewhere, Kai pushed you deeper into the bathtub as he joins you, turning on the hot water faucet.
"Open your legs for me." Kai intructs as you obediently do as you're told feeling his fingers fill you up quickly. Keeping his steady rhythm Kai continues fingering you, making out with you allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, loud moans filling your bathroom.
"Im really close, Ka– ..sir" you instruct in between needy moans reaching for his cock, provoking Kai to pull his fingers out of you angirly.
Another slap reaches the other side of your face as you whimper in pain. "I told you to call me sir, pet." "But I di–" "Shh, pet. Shut the fuck up. Suck your master's cock will ya?"
You proceed to straddle Kai's bare body against yours slowly and carefully drifting your head down to his erected member and your needy core to his face, forming 69. Beginning to kitten lick Kai's tip you feel his fuzzy face vibrate against your innocence making you moan against his, returning the same vibrations.
"Don't stop doing that.. it feels so fucking good." Kai instructs against your clit in which you obliged. His tongue swiped up and down your core aggressively, sucking your bud and tongue fucking you at times, making your pleasure on him sloppier by the second. Kai grabbed your thighs harshly digging his nails in deep trying to get as close as possible to you whilst flickering his tongue antagonising your swollen clit in which you let out a long deep groan against his freeing your juices all in his mouth in which he slurps dry immediately.
Kai chose to face fuck you belligerently causing your blood flow to your head making you dizzy in the instant as you allow your intoxicated body to be used as a sex toy. "Get on 4, you pet" Kai demanded as he pointed a corner of the now empty-waterd bathtub. "Yes, sir." you obliged once more switching your position as your legs trembled along the way causing a deep chuckle to escape Kai's lips, proud of his work.
Kai slid his erection past your soaking needy folds with no hesitation, causing your back to arch instantly against his. Kai had insane stamina in which you knew the sex wasn't going to be over unless he was done. His hips contacted your ass everytime, creating beautiful wave patterns to form on them, turning Kai on even more by the second.
"F–fuck.. you feel so good, my little slut." Kai praised as he gritted his teeth in between each slap against your ass, making you scream in pure pleasure as your climax was getting closer and closer. "Scream louder for me, Y/N." Kai instructed as you screamed for dear life against his nonstopping thrusts, satisfyingly sighing at the feeling of Kai's member softening inside of you as his warm liquids leaked out of your pussy.
"You're a fucking god, Kai." you praise, calling him by his real name purposely. "Next time I fuck you i'll make sure that you're left in a fucking wheelchair, Y/N." Kai snaps at you totally serious about what he just said while you giggled at his words.
"I love you, byee" your intoxicated self says to Kai's exhausted self, putting on his clothes whilst his wet hair shielded his dark intense eyes.
"Fuck you and feed your cat" Kai responds pointing at Dex who's been locked in the bathroom the whole time, witnessing it all.
"Oh shit."
Damn. Poor Dex lmao
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hwkhs · 4 years
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anonymous requested: Oikawa, Atsumu, and Wakatoshi Request. S/o is a girl who is not a fan of body contact (even holding hands and hugs) with which you fill yourself up like a king when she actually does it. One day she comes to her boyfriend and lies down to him and just cuddles up to him.
pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader, miya atsumu x fem!reader, ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader
warnings: none
style & genre: bulleted; fluff
notes: the day has come when I write for atsumu ty anon,,, hope you like it! i may have changed the way they all cuddle for some variety and i wrote so much again
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Oikawa Tooru
he’s so affectionate with you
like he just loves having his arms around you any way he can either aorund your waist in a back hug, holding your arm or hand when walking thorugh the halls, or having you in his lap when you guys sit down
though he knows you feel about it when he realizes you tense almost everytime he does it
so he dies it down a bit knowing your probably not as comfortable as he thought you would be
you notice that he does all the affectionate things less and you’re happy that he’s taking your feelings into account, but guilty because he’s doing it all for you
it may have taken a bit but you finally managed to build up enough courage for this specific day
he came over to your house after practice and mentioned on way of how his knee had been acting up again
you perked up a bit noticing that this would be the perfect opportunity
he changed into some clothes he’d left there from previous visits before diving right onto your bed
“y/nnnn” he whined and you saw how he carefully placed his leg ontop of your comforter
you went to your heating pad from your closet and warm it up in the kitchen
he was still in the same position as you placed the it on his knee, his arm lifting up to show his eyes on you
a smile grazes his features until you go to flick his head, smile replaced with a pout
“be more careful, okay?” you say and leave the room to change yourself
when you return oikawa is on his back with his eyes closed and arm stretched to the side
you move quietly to the side of your bed and get comfortable flush against him
his face looks so peaceful and wow he’s pretty
with your aforementioned courage, you draped an arm over his torso and placed your head in between his head and shoulder
it wasn’t as awkward as you thought and thus squeezed him tighter as you moved impossibly closer
he wasn’t really asleep tho
the side of his mouth curls up and his arms come around you, his leg with the heating pad thrown over your own
“tooru!”
“thanks, y/n” his voice is low from the exhaustion through the day “i love you”
you try to wiggle around to put a little bit of space so he can breathe but he simply pulls you back closer
he was so warm and as you looked up to see his face, you leaned forward to peck his lips, a light grin appearing on them
“i love you, too, tooru”
Miya Atsumu
i feel like he’s the type of guy to show off his girl anytime he can
“SAMU I GOT A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE YOU”
“yeah okay, but at least my brain developed”
O-O -atsumu
i’m sorry i’m bad at making comebacks
whenever you come see him practice he goes up to you during a water break and lifts you up by the waist
“babe!!” he yells out and your cheeks flush red in embarassment
kita whacks the back of his head to put you down and drags him back to practice
“sorry l/n” kita says
“i’m just tryin’ to talk to my girl, what’s wrong with that?” he looks back to the gym entrance and is sad to see that you’re gone
you were actually just outside with a red face at the fact that he did that so suddenly
the following days he notices that you tend to move further away when he reaches for you
he knew you weren’t that big on pda but it kind of hurt that you would go out of your way to avoid his touches
like oikawa he would try to lessen what he does but sometimes he just subconciously holds your hand or puts an arm around your shoulder
you think he doesn’t notice when you move slightly to the right but atsumu can feel your warmth leaving
he’d ask you about it but you just said that there were too many people around or it just felt odd at certain times
so now you were both chilling at his house, he was on the couch playing video games with osamu who was on the other couch
you had gone to the bathroom and when you got back atsumu was near the edge of the sofa, furiously mashing the buttons
you were kind of sleepy and just wanted to lay on something warm so what better if not your boyfriend’s back? 
you walk up to the sofa and crawl behind him, arms wrapping around his torso as you hum at the warmth seeping through his shirt
his eyes don’t leave the screen of his game but you can feel him shift back against you
once the game finishes, he shoos osamu out of the room before you remember another person is there and release him
he moves you to sit on his lap as he pulls out out his phone to take a few pictures of your sleeping face
“thank god i left” osamu texts him back after atsumu sends a picture of the two of you
he throws his phone onto the other couch when you snuggle closer against him and he can’t help the smile on his face from surfacing
Ushijima Wakatoshi
he’s not a big fan of pda himself so i don’t think he’d mind as much as the other two when it comes to that
you two barely hold hands in public and he only does so when you’re in busy areas because he doesn’t want to lose you
sometimes he’ll just pat your head when you see each other because this man towers over everyone like oh dear
you found it to be normal that you guys didn’t have as much pda and all that like other couples
he also didn’t mind so it worked out
but you were kind of starting to like the idea of being more affectionae with him, though he didn’t seem to 
y’all were at his dorm room for a little study date
he’s only smart about volleyball i’m sorry wakatoshi but it’s true
you were on his bed scrolling through social media as he sat at his desk doing work you suggested for him to practice on
you saw on your dash of some couples doing these “sitting in my boyfriend’s lap” challenges and how each guy had a cute reaction
either hugging their girlfriend closer and doing all that sweet stuff
you wanted that too and you felt comfortable enough in your relationship to try it out
but there was that doubt that he wouldn’t feel that same way
you peek at him over your phone and see that he’s super focused on his assignments
his left hand was moving about as he wrote so you decided to walk over to the right of him
he can feel you at his side and finishes a problem before giving you his full attention
“is something wrong?” his eyebrows furrow slightly and your face reddens when he notices
it was now or never though and you, instead of saying anything, lift his right arm and proceed to place yourself in his lap
he’s a broad guy and it’s a heavenly feeling of all that warmth emanating from him
he doesn’t show any emotion on your face and you think he doesn’t like it
embarassed, you try and move off but his hands come to rest on your waist keeping you still
you look up to see that he has a fond look in his eyes, casuing you to hide your head in his chest
you bet he could hear your heart pounding through your chest and the heat rising from your face
he smiles to himself and kisses your temple, arms coming around your body to focus on his work again
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Author Notes: once again I apologize for how long this took to update. Schedule is still hectic and will remain so for the following month or so. But fear not. I shall continue to update at least once a week. Once again reblogs and comments are appreciated!
XVI
Our ability to survive depends on our skill to change and adapt. Everything in life is about transformation.
The drastic changes in your life seemed like a never ending avalanche of heart break and tough decisions… once again, transformation.
Your own choices placed you exactly where you were at, there was no one else to blame but yourself.
Satoru chose to remain in New York for another two weeks during which he had invested himself into re-discovering you (in his mind you never stopped being his. In the sanctuary of his thoughts you are always referred to as his wife, his one and only Mrs. Y/N Gojo. The woman of his life and owner of his heart).
Satoru tried a gentle approach with you. Not wanting to push you too far not to leave you alone all together. Using all his knowledge of your personality and preferences he slowly inserted himself in your life once again.
At 5:30am sharp he would meet you at the entrance of your building wearing his training clothes, he wanted to show you he supported you and your career. He would go for a run with you around the park. This, of course evoked memories of when you both first started dating and Satoru would show up to workout with you or take you out to dinner after training.
You got to know he had been working harder to help Yuuji control the curse inside him but it was a hard endeavor. He didn’t have to specifically verbalize it for you to know it was a loosing battle and he felt responsible for it but he was trying his best to find a way to help the boy. You missed the kids, they were like family. So you made sure to ask Satoru to tell them you missed them.
But despite your ex-husband’s best efforts you still wanted to be alone. You needed some clarity, the opportunity to sort out your feelings. Gojo wasn’t particularly thrilled with you pushing him away but he promised to you and himself that he would change and would do an effort to respect your wishes so he gave you your space.
But Satoru wasn’t stupid, he knew you missed Suguru and felt guilty for choosing your own husband (ex-husband) over your best friend.
And that’s why you kept pushing him away. Saying you needed time to think.
His time was running out, he had to return to Japan. At least for now, he had unavoidable responsibilities with his students as well as the rest of his missions. He went to your apartment the night before his flight and explained to you why he had to return but he also promised to come back to New York as soon as possible.
“It’s alright Satoru, I understand… I’m gonna be just fine” you reassured the sorcerer who didn’t look convinced at all about leaving you alone. “Please, at least answer my calls and messages. I’m gonna be worried sick if you don’t” you nodded and then he hugged you tightly, inhaling your intoxicating aroma as if he wanted to commit it to memory. His lips soon found yours and before either of you knew it you were in your bed ripping off each other’s clothes so you could express with your bodies how much exactly you would miss one another.
He had taken you for granted once, he would never make that same mistake.
-
-1 Week Later-
It had been three weeks since you last saw Suguru, he wouldn’t answer your calls, texts nor your emails. You didn’t even know if he was still in New York for that matter. Not knowing was slowly killing you, consumed by guilt you knew you deserved this treatment.
And yet, you wanted to find him and explain… try to make it up to him somehow. He didn’t deserve the pain you had inflicted upon him.
-
From: Kitten 🐱
To: Sugu
I need to talk to you, please give me a chance to explain. I don’t want to lose you Suguru. I know it’s selfish on my behalf but I can’t let you walk away without explaining. Please Suguru.
I miss you.
-
Another message sent, he wouldn’t answer your texts. At least he didn’t block your phone number. (Not yet, supplied your tortured mind)
The whole reason why you held back from actually having sex with Suguru although you both had wanted that very much during the last 6 months was because you wanted to give Geto everything. Not only half of you. He deserved someone who would chose him completely. At least that’s what you knew was right.
You didn’t want to toy with his emotions. Then again Satoru’s sporadic presence in your life didn’t help at all. Everytime he showed up you were back to the beginning.
There was no other way to explain this other than saying…you could never resist him.
-
It was a Monday evening, you just got home after your training at the academy. Sitting on the couch eating some salad when the doorbell rang. You were not expecting anyone. And most importantly someone who didn’t need to be announced by the guard downstairs. There were only two people who could show up at your door in such fashion.
When you opened the door the first thing you saw was a broad torso covered in a very familiar black fitted t-shirt. Long black hair framing a handsome face and those beautiful amber pools looking at you. Without hesitation you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Suguru responded to your embrace by surrounding your firmly in his arms lifting you a few inches from the floor.
His sweet lavender and sage scent welcomed your senses once more. It wasn’t until he dried the tears from your cheeks that you realized you had been crying.
“Yo..you are here… Suguru! I am so sorry! I-“ he stopped you by placing his right index finger upon your lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I am here because I have to tell you something important. Come Kitten, let us sit” he took your hand and guided you to the couch where as soon as you both sat next to one another you threw yourself into his arms once more making the raven haired sorcerer chuckle “I missed you too Kitten” he whispers against your h/c tresses.
“Listen…. I was angry… I was mad at you because I thought you would choose me and instead chose Satoru. But these past weeks without you, I have been a wreck to say the least and then I realized… I have always known you loved Satoru from the beginning and that never bothered me before.” Sighing he made a small pause before continuing “Granted… I do resent him for hurting you but I never expected you to completely loose your feelings for him.“ you were about to explain to him that you were trying to sort those feelings out but he interrupted you with a little kiss on your lips “let me finish Kitten” a tender smile spread across his lips making you blush again.
“I realized that I don’t want to renounce to you, I don’t want to give you up. Because there simply is no other person who I want to be with. No one can replace you. And you don’t have to choose between Satoru and me…. At least on my behalf I am ok with sharing you with him. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want to put you in a position that only will hurt your heart.” Stroking your cheek softly Suguru leaned in and kissed your lips once more, just this time the exchange was sweeter and lasted longer. His tongue teased the entrance to your mouth before fully delving in to revel in your warmth and sweetness. Pulling back and looking into your eyes Geto assured you “I love you… and I want you to be happy. I am not going to make you choose because I don’t want to lose you Y/N”.
To say you were shocked to the core and touched beyond words was an understatement “Suguru… I don’t know what to say…” you start but Geto chuckled
“You don’t have to give me an answer right away.. I und—-“
You cut him by crushing your lips against his, kissing him throughly. Your legs straddled his waist immediately so you could feel his strong and warm body against yours. Was this man even real? I mean… Suguru Geto was a remarkable person but at this point you started questioning your own sanity. Did you make this man up in your imagination? Because you have never met someone sweeter, nor kinder nor more loving than him. And this was without counting all his very alluring physical attributes.
By the time you pulled back you were out of breath and so was he.
Now, the thing was… is this what you wanted? Did you want them both? Wasn’t it too greedy to have them both as lovers?
There was also the possibility Satoru would flat out reject the idea but… you didn’t want to choose between them. You…. Loved them both.
Before you could speak once more you ‘felt’ someone behind you stroking your back.
Almost jumping out of your skin you turned around to find Satoru in his usual jujutsu high uniform sans blindfold.
“You’re late…” Suguru comments as if he had been expecting his best friend to teleport right then.
“I know… Yaga was being a pain in the ass as per usual” added Satoru with a grin before taking a sit next to Suguru with the biggest shit eating grin you could imagine.
“So? Did she agree?” Questioned smirking and moving his hand to stroke your hair away from your neck while you still sat on Suguru’s lap.
“I am not sure… I think we broke her…” added Geto amusedly before chuckling and kissing your cheek.
“I know how to fix that!” Excitedly announced the white haired man. Cupping your face between his hands he pulled you in to kiss you deeply. His tongue voraciously licking the inside of your mouth and enticing you to kiss him back.
This was surreal…. Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming or maybe you hit your head and now we’re in a coma. Yeah… you have to be hallucinating this.
When Satoru pulled back he laughed “Princess… don’t look so surprised… you must have known this would have happened sooner or later… Sug and I would never give you up and we know you wouldn’t pick one over the other either… and well, we didn’t want to give you the chance to pick neither…” they knew exactly how you were. Even before you knew it yourself. They just knew you would bolt and choose no one if that meant not hurting the other so they had to figure out a solution where all of you were happy.
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