#one day I made a V on accident when thanking the car

[sttoru]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

⟣ sypnosis. you had been in your first ever relationship with suguru for a couple months now. neither of you have taken your relationship to the next level; suguru was extremely patient and never brought the topic of sex up until you one day decide you were ready.

⟣ note. first fic for my event :3 i spent way too much time on this fic so it turned out very detailed, long, romantic and fluffy. i hope you all enjoy and appreciate it teehee. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk ! wc: around 6.1k

⟣ tags. soft dom!geto suguru x virgin!female reader. fluff + smut. slow burn. age gap (reader 20-ish, suguru around 29/30), little talks about insecurity, loss of virginity, breast play, edging, teasing, fingering, lots of praise, dirty talk, size difference!, p in v — unprotected (dont b like reader and use protection please), creampie, aftercare, suguru’s really romantic and just a softie for u, suguru being a good ‘dad’ to mimiko and nanako and teeny tiny bits of him secretly being a pervert.

never in a million years had suguru expected his girlfriend to be so upfront about such a big, personal decision. the thought of having you say those words had never crossed his mind.

“can you repeat that for me, sweetheart?”

could you blame him for asking you to clarify the words you’ve uttered? that man has seen you as an oblivious and innocent woman ever since the start of your relationship. of course, unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were anything but that.

you may be a virgin, but your mind was a place for the most lewd and nasty thoughts. it’s just that you’ve been scared of being intimate with a man—it’s frightening, especially when having heard the many online stories about how badly it could hurt. some say that such descriptions were over exaggerating, however your inexperience still lead you to believe everything you’ve read about the topic.

and then you started dating an older man named suguru. you’ve met him by chance at a mall in kyoto and he was the first one who approached the other. you remember how suguru politely asked you for some advice regarding what type of presents he should get for ‘two teenage girls’. of course, you agreed to helping him out and that’s how you two eventually ended up brainstorming about possible ideas in a cozy café.

once seated, chosen drinks in both your hands, you asked the man whether the gifts were meant for his daughters. somehow, that’s the first connection the neurones in your brain had made once suguru told you about the two teenagers he was picking out presents for.

you remember it vividly; the sweet, gentle sound of the laughter that accounted as your answer, the eyes of the then stranger looking rather nostalgic as they stared into the liquid in his cup. suguru responded vaguely; “i guess you could say that, yes.”

that little ‘date’—if you could call it that—ended on a wholesome note. suguru thanked you for your time and made sure that you safely got into the train you needed to take home. he did want to offer you a car ride, however he kept that question to himself since he knew that no woman would voluntarily agree to be taken home by a stranger. even if suguru had the purest of intentions.

there were a couple more dates that followed after that one; all where you both gradually got to know each other better. you’ve found out so much about suguru—the details about his own life being both fascinating and sad at the same time. likewise, suguru had also learned much about you. he always shows great interest in what you tell him, even if it’s a minuscule detail. he remembers it all as well—a feature which caused you to feel funny things in your stomach.

you realised you were catching feelings for that mysterious yet sweet and loving man; it was inevitable. the way he makes you giggle, his respectful and easygoing manner of speaking, the slight touches you two shared on accident.. all of it added to your little crush.

however, you didn’t actually think suguru was falling for you too. you only met up for a few times, plus, you seem out of his league—both due to your age gap and difference in the things you’re pursuing at the time. you were in college, trying to get your degree whilst he already had a job as a powerful leader of an organisation and was trying to achieve one of many goals with them.

there’s not a chance he’d like you, right?

wrong. you were confessed to a couple weeks after your first meeting and have been in a relationship for over 4 months now. it still felt like a dream; having your first boyfriend be such a gentleman. it truly felt like you already met the love of your life whenever he was near.

suguru’s been nothing but sweet and caring to you, has never asked you to engage in any sexual activities nor even ever dared to touch you in places you haven’t consented to. the furthest you’ve gone in terms of intimacy in those four months, were make-out sessions. just some tongue action here and there—adding sprinkles of neck kisses and hickeys.

there were times where you wanted to let things escalate, however you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to ask your lover. suguru wasn’t the person to decide your feelings for you either—if there was no verbal consent coming from your lips, he’s not going any further. even if he wanted to as well.

you were grateful that suguru was that willing to wait for you, no matter how long it might take. not only were you anxious of the possible pain the sex would bring, but it was partially due to the fact that your lover was much more experienced in that field.

what if you were lacking? what if it wasn’t satisfactory enough for him and he’d eventually leave you for it? it’s obvious that suguru wasn’t the type of man to actually do that, however you couldn’t stop the many possibilities from running free in your brain.

your change of mind was rather spontaneous; it was today when you suddenly came up with your final decision. you were staying over at suguru’s, the sun was out and he was sitting on his balcony, reading a book whilst sipping on his coffee. what caught your eye was his bare back and the muscles which were on display to you.

suguru was shirtless and the seams of light were making his skin glisten—the view making your own body hot and bothered. you bit your lip and approached your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his neck. that skin-to-skin contact made you sure of your decision; you needed him. in more ways than one.

that’s how you ended up saying what you said. the statement left suguru baffled since you uttered it in his ear out of the blue. he couldn’t deny one thing however; the idea certainly did send a shiver of excitement down his spine.

“i said,” you repeat with a little mischievous grin, leaning in closer to your lover once he turned around to face you properly—as if searching for any hints that your words were indeed not his imagination, “i wanna lose my virginity to you.”

it wasn’t. you actually said it—the words that would take your relationship a step further. although, suguru couldn’t help but wonder where your sudden decision came from. his hands found their way to yours and he held onto them like they were two delicate flowers.

“i’m happy to hear that, though i’m curious,” your lover starts off carefully as he places chaste yet soft kisses on your palms, “why so sudden?”

you shrug nonchalantly like you didn’t feel that twinge of nervousness in the back of your mind as you felt suguru’s lips on your skin. ‘it really was happening now, was it?’—that kind of feeling was the cause of your subtle anxiousness.

“well, ehh— you just looked good.. sitting there.. i guess.” you mumble, voice trailing off in embarrassment whilst your eyes darted around the balcony in attempt to avoid suguru’s gaze. your flustered expression and adorable confession makes him laugh gently. it was not a mocking laugh at all—more of an amused one;

“just when i thought you couldn’t get any cuter..” the long-haired man muses, the locks of his bangs grazing ever so slightly against your hands as he keeps holding them, “you never fail to surprise me, do you know that?”

suguru had a way with words that made you weak in the knees. or maybe it’s simply because he’s shirtless and kissing your palms so romantically. you don’t know which one it was.

“but, love,” suguru continues carefully as he stands up, your eyes following his as he towers over you, “are you a hundred percent sure? i don’t want to do anything you aren’t comf—“

“yes.” your answer cut your boyfriend off and he’s left in shock once more. your eyes were filled with determination, yet the faint glint of nervousness in them didn’t escape suguru’s sight. you’ve given your verbal consent and are even the first one to suggest the idea— what more could he ask of you?

there hung a silence between you two, the breeze blowing through suguru’s dark locks making him look even more majestic than he already was. you had no doubt about it; today was going to be the day. it had to be.

“then, if you’d let me have this,” his low voice sounded more sensual than it had ever been as his hand found its place on your cheek, fingertips rubbing against your ear, thumb softly pressing onto your skin—

a slow and romantic kiss followed straight afterwards. it had caught you slightly off guard, even when knowing fully well that this was what you were longing for.

his lips moved in tandem against yours, the soft touch making you feel certain emotions that you hadn’t even thought existed. this man whom you called your lover had never been unable to expose you to new sensations. and soon, he’ll grant you another one. a much pleasurable one.

one arm circled your waist, the other held up, hand on the back of your head to deepen the passion-filled kiss you shared. his lips parted your lightly trembling ones, the tips of your tongues attentively rubbing against one another as if to test the waters; was it fine to go further? are we actually doing this?

you were. it was set in stone as your throat formed soft noises of satisfaction, shaky breaths being exchanged by the two lovers on the balcony—not one of you realising that the weather was changing in the background. the sun was setting, creating the perfect mood for the situation as you were still engrossed by each other’s moves and touches.

it was only for the sake of catching your breath that you had pulled away. your cheeks felt hot, as did your entire body which was still pressed against suguru’s—chest to chest. the proximity was one you both had enjoyed many moments before, however this instant was unlike any other. you both knew as you stared at each other in silence, your quick breaths doing the talking instead.

“will you let me..” the voice of which you have grown to adore spoke to you, the owner grasping your attention once more by holding onto your hand. suguru’s fingers smoothly slid across your skin until they found the puzzle they were meant to complete—that being the gaps between your own fingers. once your hands were tightly intertwined, the man finishes his sentence;

“will you let me love you?”

his face was still close to yours as he uttered those beautiful words to you, warm breath lightly fanning the thin strands of hair on your cheeks to the side, lips subconsciously trying to brush against yours once more. but, they could wait. they could wait until the agreement leaves your mouth.

“of course.” the answer escapes before you could even register it properly. this makes suguru smile against your lips as he captured them in another sweet kiss. he muttered a small ‘thank you’ and then swept your legs off the floor—strong arms placed under your thighs to hold you up against his body whilst the hungry kisses continue.

suguru doesn’t know how he got there; carrying you over to his bed, settling you down onto the soft mattress, his body caging yours underneath him, eyes fluttering over every detail of your exposed skin. he hadn’t had you like this ever before; he hadn’t had you in his bed for a reason as sinful as this, only ever for cuddles or sleep.

“you’re beautiful.” the dark-haired man whispers as he carefully takes off the clothing covering your figure—the gorgeous skin his hands still have yet to explore. suguru can’t remember the last time he has treated anyone like this; like a treasure he’s had the honour to find and keep to himself. there hasn’t been a single woman in his life that he’s cared for this much—you’re the only one capable of mellowing him and his heart.

“stunning,” another compliment; another breath spent to praise you. your lover’s fingers teased the edges of your bra, lips kissing down your collarbone and towards the centre of your chest—each touch being done with precision. your bra became undone a second later and you let the straps fall of your arms, all the way until your breasts were fully revealed.

suguru’s breath hitches, mouth forming more saliva than in any previous instants, the liquid being pushed down his throat with a gulp. you didn’t have the chance to feel conscious of yourself in a moment like this; the dim light of the bedside lamp shone on suguru’s face, his lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva whilst his gaze was lingering on the new sight in front of him—he was utterly obsessed.

“may i?” his hands were already reaching out for the plump flesh and they came in touch once you nodded shyly. his palms were warm as they kneaded your breasts and his fingers brushed against your nipples, which made you whimper from how sensitive they were now that someone else has finally touched them.

suguru took notice of your reaction and put pressure on both small buds once again, thumbs rubbing your areolas in circular motions, “that good, princess?”

“mhmm— y-yes,” you mutter through a moan. your body was pushed further onto the mattress as your lover put more of his weight on you, your entire chest area getting covered by licks and kisses, slow and deliberate ones that left you yearning for more. suguru’s eyes gazed up at yours for consent once his parted lips hovered just above your sensitive nipples, his breath on them alone making you squirm already.

with another nod, suguru wasted no time taking one nipple into his warm mouth—wetting it with his saliva as his tongue slid around the area. his long fingers squeezed, twisted and pulled on your other nipple to give you both stimulations at once.

“mm, so good.” his muffled voice caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. suguru slowly lets his lips travel across your tits, sucking on them, even kissing down the curves until he reaches your torso. he gives that area the same amount of love and attention whilst your fingers were tangled around his smooth, long hair. suguru clearly seemed to enjoy the sensations; he let out small moans and hums against your bare skin to indicate that you should continue playing and tugging at his locks.

his tongue abruptly came to a stop right above the waistline of your panties—the barrier he was about to reach past for the first time. the hesitation was visible in his body language, however his fingers eventually tugged at the fabric, preparing to take it off.

your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched suguru slowly pull the last piece of cloth away. your thighs pressed together on instinct, stopping your panties from exposing your bare cunt.

“should i stop?” suguru asks with a raised eyebrow, fingers pulling away from your underwear now that he’s seen you close your legs. you didn’t want him to stop—it’s just the nerves that made your body move on its own command;

“please— no,” you shake your head, biting your lip as you swallowed your own saliva out of pure desire. you craved him now that it’s come this far, “need you. need you so bad, suguru.”

those words caused suguru’s brain to shut down. any irrelevant thoughts were thrown out of the window; the only thing his mind was telling him to do, was to take care of your needs. your body was laid out on his bed—trusting eyes looking up at his in anticipation, pretty hands grasping onto his sheets like it’d calm you down.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.” suguru sighs, fingertips slightly shaking as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, eyes pausing on the revelation. to say that suguru was simply rendered speechless, was an understatement. that man was on the verge of letting loose of any self-control and just dive his face right between your thighs, eating you out like he’s fantasised of doing for a while now.

“fuck.” your boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before opening them to smile down at you—the handsome smile that was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, “i’ll be careful. i promise.”

naturally, you nodded along. you’ve built up enough trust between one another during the past few months to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. the palm of his hands patted your thighs slightly before spreading them apart, once again showing your glistening folds, a slight wetness to them from your own arousal.

suguru couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. he’d already have devoured your dripping cunt if it wasn’t for his self-control. but, it was your first time. he couldn’t rush into things just yet.

“thank you, baby.” the dark-haired man whispered under his breath. he was showing his gratitude for the sight you allowed him to see—a sight only he had ever seen before. the only man to be able to witness the beauty before him. that fact alone made his eyes darken in lust ever so slightly.

his fingers carefully slid across your vulva, your bodily fluid coating the skin which makes him shiver and his fingers get bolder. the cute sounds that filled his ears were only making this even better for him.

the way your hips bucked up slightly into his touch—just asking for suguru to take you right then and there—was driving him insane. every vein in his body felt like it could pop with how much he was restraining his own self from acting out of line. his finger easily slid into the little hole and suguru almost couldn’t believe it; your pussy was clamping down on his finger, your insides tightly wrapped around him to the point that even he wouldn’t know if his dick would fit in.

“hnnngh, suguru, please— wan’ your cock already,” that dirty sounding sentence was one he didn’t expect to hear from a virgin. it made him shake his head with a small, delighted chuckle; you really never failed to surprise him.

“i know you do,” suguru purrs, pressing kisses against the curves of your tits whilst another finger of his joined to stretch your pussy out properly, “but i need to prep you enough if you wanna take my cock. can you be patient for me, sweetheart?”

“m’kay. gonna try..” his fingers pumped in and out of you, the feeling of them curling up deep inside you made your walls squeeze against them. you’ve played with yourself before, of course, however it was then that you discovered that nothing could ever compare to the real thing: suguru’s long and slightly girthy fingers.

just when you thought that it couldn’t get any better, you felt a third finger—not inside you--but on your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves like you could’ve never done to yourself. suguru was so precise and exact with his actions which showed his experience. that’s another reason of why you’ve put all your trust in him. getting your virginity taken by a sweet, older and experienced man was probably ten times better than losing it to any guy your age, who were probably only out for sex.

suguru was there to make love to you.

your back arched once you felt suguru’s fingers increase their pace, the wet and squelchy sounds echoing through the room as they got louder the more your pussy got played with, his thumb almost overstimulating your clit to the point of release already—that’s how superb your lover’s hand movements were.

“no, no. can’t have you cum on my fingers like that.” you whine once you felt suguru take his fingers back the same moment you were about to reach your first orgasm by someone else’s hands. the older man smirks at this and kisses you on the lips, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it lightly flop back into place as he lets go; “i wanna have you cum together with me, okay?”

you couldn’t refuse such a romantic request, thus you nod. suguru smiles back at you once more before his hands move to take off his sweatpants, tossing the piece of clothing to the side. your eyes widened as you were propped on your elbows, gaze lingering on the massive bulge formed at the crotch area, his boxers not hiding much of the shape.

once the underwear was off as well—that’s when you realised that your underlying anxiousness was not for nothing. suguru’s cock sprung free, it was slightly curved near his pink tip, drops of pre-cum flowing down the length. you haven’t ever seen a dick in real life, only ever on the internet, so this had left you stunned. you didn’t know what the average size was for a man, but there’s one thing you knew for sure: suguru was definitely way above the average size.

“cat got your tongue, princess?” he teased, his hand absentmindedly pumping his cock to the sight of your naked body underneath him. suguru didn’t even know that he started doing that in front of you; it was out of pure instinct. he couldn’t hide the excitement in his body, his shaft twitching in his hand as if it desperately wanted to feel your tight cunt around it.

“uhm, s-suguru..” you stammer a bit, biting your lip as your eyes followed his hand motions which got faster once your sweet voice called out to him. something about you looking a tad bit intimidated by his size made him want to destroy your insides to mush—have you beg him to fuck you as he bullies his whole length into your poor, small cunt.

“i know, i know..” suguru reassures you, free hand giving you a few consoling head pats, “i’ll try to make it as less painful as possible, okay?”

you hum and watch how your lover settles between your legs, spreading them enough to kneel before you, upper body bending forward to place soft pecks on your forehead; he was encouraging and preparing you more in his own way.

your arms instantly wrapped around his back, sweaty palms set underneath his shoulder blades—you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, just waiting on that moment. that feeling you’ve been craving, yet also have been avoiding.

you waited for a bit, however the only sounds heard and sensations felt were the slight dent in the mattress near one side of your body, the bed creaking faintly. suguru was leaning on side of his body, one arm stretched out to open a drawer, apparently searching for a condom.

once you realised what he was doing, you shook your head and tapped his back twice to regain suguru’s attention. his gaze immediately flickered over to yours and his head tilted to the side in curiosity; “i want the full experience—no condom, please.”

his eyes widened at the request. you seemed to be dead serious, eyes glinting determinedly, lips forming a little pout— it was impossible to refuse you, although suguru knew that he had to play the role of the older, more wise and experienced lover in the back of his mind.

he parted his lips to list off the reasons why you should let him use a condom, yet the words died on his tongue. you were impossible to say ‘no’ to. not when you’re looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

suguru prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock, circling the hole and wetting it more by using a mixture of his pre-cum and your own arousal. you took another deep breath and tried your best to hold tightly onto your boyfriend, arms wrapped tightly around his back with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck—bracing for impact.

“tell me if it hurts too much,” suguru whispers in your ear, leaving one last kiss on your temples before pushing his hips forward, folds stretching out and apart to allow his cock through and into your pussy.

did it hurt like you expected? yes. it most certainly did. maybe even worse than you were prepared for.

“fuck— nhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” you hiss whilst your nails dig into the skin of suguru’s back, probably leaving red marks because of how much you’re clinging onto him—like your life depened on it. that’s quite literally what it felt like to you; body being forced to part and make way for suguru inside you, pussy feeling like it was burning by how big of a stretch it was to fit him in—if he actually would be able to push all of his inches into your tight hole.

“sshh, shh, it’s okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” your lover comforts you the best he could, stilling his movements for a couple seconds before gently slipping his cock further into you. it pained him to see the discomfort written over your face, however you hadn’t made any clear signs of wanting this to come to a halt. in fact, you were encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped at any indication of hurt.

“i can take it.. p-promise,” you manage to moan out. suguru breathed in deeply at your words and nodded, kissing your lips in hopes to distract you from any pain you’re feeling, “you’re too good to me, sweetheart. really.”

both of you exhaled deeply as suguru finally bottomed out, a long minute of reassurance and pushing now behind your back. your eyes had watered up a little, chest heaving as you tried to accommodate to the new feeling inside of you.

“take your time.” suguru utters gently, voice sultry and sweet whenever its directed at you. his lips graze against your cheeks, smothering the area with pecks to take your mind off anything else. the locks of black hair tickle your chin and nose, the hairtie that usually kept a good chunk of his hair in a bun now out of sight.

suguru hadn’t taken anyone’s virginity before and that’s what also made this opportunity special to him. he didn’t know how to thank you with words, so he showed his gratitude throughout his actions; lips kissing your shiny tears away, moving across your face to your forehead and eventually to your own round lips which had formed a cute pout.

you could feel suguru smile against your mouth, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your lips whilst mumbling words of affection and praise; “you’re taking it so well, baby. such a good girl for me— love you so much.”

you giggled lightly at your lover’s appreciative remarks, focusing on returning the kiss instead of the tingling feeling in your lower body. you pulled away after a bit and looked up at him with nothing but pure adoration; “i love you too, suguru.”

if suguru had the ability to freeze time, he’d want to do it during this moment, just to relive this bit over and over. he’s sure that this exact instant will be engraved into his memory for the many years to come.

and once you’ve given him the green light to move, he did it with caution, slowly but surely. his hips moved back and then forwards, girthy cock dragging along your walls at a leisurely pace, but just enough to make your pain transform into pleasure.

suguru’s big hands were placed on your hips, sometimes they’d leave their position to cup your chin and make you face him. he doesn’t want you to look away from his eyes; he’ll think you don’t like this if you do. besides, the thing he loves most about being in the missionary position, is that he’s able to hear how good he’s making you feel whilst looking into your eyes to see your face scrunch up in satisfaction. it’s so romantic and perfect. just like you.

“my little princess is so pretty.” suguru sighs in content and kisses your tears away, thrusting into your tight cunt in a comfortable pace—not too fast but not too slow, “the way you take my cock and still manage to look beautiful while doing it— you’re incredible.”

if the physical pleasure wasn’t enough, his added commentary would certainly be. you moan and whimper phrases that sound like his name over and over again; you didn’t know what else to say as your mind was foggy with the amazing sensations your body was experiencing for the first time. that was fine with suguru since all he wants was to see you enjoy yourself—this moment was for you. everything he did was for you—every thrust, every kiss, every touch.

“nhhg, too good, so good!” you mewl and leave more scratch marks across suguru’s back, ones which he didn’t mind at all. it only served as further proof of this special moment. the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of your insides, puffy folds parted widely to make room for more of his length until it felt like he actually was balls deep.

“mhm—you’re, haah, tight..” the once calm and collected man seemed to let loose of himself the more he felt your cunt swallow him all the way, gripping onto his dick as if you didn’t want to ever let go. suguru grunts and moves down to leave a couple hickeys across your neck, hips non-stop pushing against yours, “don’t think i can last long—fuck, yeah—you feel amazing, baby.”

your eyes roll back as the pleasure seems to build up in your stomach as well. it felt like a coil that threatened to snap at any moment and it’d release another immense wave of pleasure upon breaking. your body was on fire, sweaty and hot, just like suguru’s.

“can you cum with me, princess? can you wait and hold on for me?” he asks, and the questions sound impossible, however you could at least try your best to fulfil his desires. you’d also want nothing more than to reach your peak together with the man you loved.

“okay—mmhh—together.” you nod and your body tenses up, legs subconsciously moving to wrap around suguru’s waist, heels of your feet simultaneously tapping against his lower back along with his hip movements. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out for as your breathing patterns changes, whiney gasps and choked up moans escaping the back of your throat as your clit bumps against his pelvis over and over.

“almost, almost—“ suguru curses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while yours did the opposite. your body rocked back and forth and the bed felt like it was shaking along as well. you could tell by the way suguru’s hips rolled against yours that he was close—his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes half-lidded but not closed to still hold contact with yours and his hands clutched onto your waist. all indications of his nearing climax.

“mnph, gonna cum— shit, shit, shit, i’m gonna cum—“ suguru swears under his breath a couple times more before snapping back into reality at the last few seconds. he realised once again that he didn’t have a condom on, so his first rational thought was to pull out and finish himself outside of your body.

you were also nearing your own orgasm, not thinking rationally due to the intensity of the moment, any other thoughts except for the man on top of you were thrown out of the window. you felt suguru try to pull his twitching and throbbing cock out before it could spurt its cum inside of your dripping cunt.

you whined and shook your head, pulling suguru in for a deep kiss while tightening the grasp your legs had around his hips; “w-want to feel you cum in me— want you to fill me up while i finish too.”

suguru’s breath caught in his throat, almost choking on his own saliva from your bold requests. his only rational thought instantly vanished from his mind, now all that’s left was pure love, pleasure and desire. the mental image of his cum spilling and filling your pussy to the brim drove him to the edge.

“all yours, i’m going to give it all to you, princess, yeah? fuck !” both of you relinquished in the feeling of bliss, the warmth and build up reaching its designated ending— the expected waves of pleasure washing over you both. series of soft moans, whimpers and groans filled the room as your pussy was flooded with lots of hot cum.

it was like suguru hadn’t came in years—that’s how incredible that orgasm was experienced by the dark-haired male. the same thing goes for you; your legs were shaking, hips squirming up in aftershocks as you squeezed down on suguru’s cock, quite literally milking him dry of every drop.

“nhh, haah— suguru, love,” your tired and powerless whispers caught his attention immediately. your trembling hand held onto his cheek in attempt to make him look at you. suguru’s fingers curled around your wrist, turning your hand away from his face and to the side so he’ll have access to your palm. his lips left a ticklish trail of pecks on them until his mouth found its home: your lips.

the two of you exchanged deep, exhausted breaths, your boyfriend eventually pulling out and rolling onto his side to cradle you into his arms—hand placed on the back of your head to rest your body against his chest. the following seconds were spent cuddling as you tried to regain composure.

“you were amazing.” suguru sighs, chin resting on top of your head whilst his hand rubbed your bare back in comfort, “are you okay, sweetheart? nothing feeling off or anything of that sorts?”

you shake your head and snuggle up against your lover, content with how things are right now. the afterglow of your little session—of your first time, made you happier than ever. you couldn’t believe it’d feel this good. maybe it’s due to the one you’ve lost your virginity to.

“i’m okay.” you mumble and lift your head up to look suguru in the eyes, faces only inches away from each other. there were no words in the dictionary that could describe how you two felt. the closest word to explain it would be flawless.

“i’m glad, baby. thank you for trusting me.” suguru flashes you a small smile and strokes your head. you stay like that, bodies intertwined in a deep and comfortable hug, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears and subtle gestures of love making you feel secure.

a couple minutes later and suguru noticed how you started to doze off. he chuckled to himself before pulling away from your hug and standing up, only to have you pout and complain about the loss of warmth.

“i’m just going to clean you up, love.” the soft-spoken man utters to you, laughing quietly at the adorable state you were in at the moment. you were so dependent on him.

“should i prepare us a warm, relaxing bubble bath as well?” he asks, squatting down near the edge of his bed and taking your hands in his, maintaining eye contact as per usual.

“that’d be nice.” you nod and feel your eyelids close slowly, “can’t promise i won’t fall asleep, though.”

suguru lets out a soft exhale through his nose, corner of his lips curling upwards at your little comment. he couldn’t believe he ended up dating such an unbelievably wonderful girl. it’s a blessing in his life of curses.

“i’ll make sure to at least clean you up if you do fall asleep, don’t worry. you’re safe with me.”

you were sure he was an angel sent down from heaven. it was more than clear to you—even if it may not be to many others out there.

“thank you, suguru.” you murmur as your body relaxes into the soft mattress, “i love you.”

“i love you too. more than you could imagine.”

#ෆ : choose your fate. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk x you #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #jjk fic

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John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic

Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.

Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.

Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.

Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x

It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.

JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.

Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.

But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.

(Y/N) had done something on Monday.

JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.

The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.

(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.

Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.

JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.

“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.

Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.

That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.

Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.

She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.

(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.

The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.

By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.

There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.

(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.

But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.

Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.

Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.

The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.

(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.

He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.

(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.

JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.

Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.

The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.

The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.

(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.

The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.

A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.

He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.

By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.

John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.

(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.

JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.

The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.

JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.

She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.

The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.

JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.

“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.

JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.

“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.

This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.

JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.

He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.

(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.

“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.

His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.

(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.

He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.

(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.

She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.

JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.

“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.

JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.

“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”

(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”

JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.

“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.

(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.

He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.

JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.

The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.

The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.

JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.

It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.

(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.

Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).

“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.

It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.

She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.

When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.

The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.

His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.

Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.

“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”

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Plan No Longer

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x reader

Wc: 1305

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Thanking @walshies for the side pics, they are my main inspiration :D

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You were planning. You told yourself you were ready, but your heart was still planning, causing your fingers to toy perpetually with the little velvet ring box in your coat. 

 

Addison was just beside you as the waves lapped at the beach, the horizon moulding into one with the sky, dark and vast, they stretched out beyond your eyes could fathom, unpredictable. 

 

You felt the silky texture beneath your fingertips, your heart beating raggedly in your chest. Addison let out a content noise resembling a purr as she sank into the beach chair, her left hand, fingers ringless and bare, folded easily with yours like a thousand times before. You wondered if she would still look at you the same way tonight, after you asked her the most important question of your life.

 

Your mind whirred back to when she first held your hand, though you couldn't quite remember anything except for the feeling of warmth running through your veins. Your chase for the memory led you back to when you first met her.

 

Unpredictable was when you met Addison. 

 

It was a busy day at Seattle Grace Hospital, people were rolling in on stretchers, and the bus-car accident was to blame. You knocked your way through multitudes of nurses and doctors, breath in your throat. Your pager was incessant. It's pace felt faster even with every stretch your legs made to the OR for your unscheduled neurosurgery.

 

Your feet trampled down the flight of stairs, not bothering to take the stretcher-packed elevators. "Page Addison Montgomery!" Was the first thing you heard at the scrub station.

 

"Sorry?!" You hollered, and Derek whipped his head towards you so harshly that you were afraid his brain-deep hands might hit something important. "Page Addison Montgomery! The patient is pregnant, and she's haemorrhaging! Page her! " 

 

"Page her yourself, Shepherd! I've never worked with pediatrics!" You rushed over, perspiration already forming on your forehead as you took over his position and requested O blood bags when the ECG monitor began to hasten evidently. 

 

"She's going into V-Fib L/n! Administer-" 

 

"Shepherd, call that paediatrician now!" Your voice rose, forcing him to relent his role. "CPR, oxygen, charge up the defibrillator. "You delegated the job to nurses as you started to control the haemorrhage. 

 

It felt like forever before the said paediatrician finally barged into the OR, panting and tired. She immediately captured your line of sight as she put up all the necessary lines and monitored the baby as if she were only working on muscle memory, as if you weren't doing the same right now, watching her and suturing, letting the needle glide through the skin from right to left.

 

With the Dura mater sutured closed, you moved onto the scalp. The race in your heart was for a completely different reason, and it may or may not have to do with the utterly stunning woman before you.

 

"How's the mother's progress?" The new voice made your heart swoon and your eyes flicker upward to catch her blazing red hair. No matter, the forceps in your hands remained steadfast, just like how you were trained to have your head clear and precise during panic. Your eyes averted back to your hands. Her eyes were a ladened weight on you.

 

"I've stopped the bleeding and her BP is steady."You notified her of what you knew, though you weren't sure if another v-fib might trigger due to her pregnancy.

 

"But?" Her question made you scrutinize her before she shrugged. "I know that mildly concerned tone, I've used it myself." She gave you a smile, proud of herself for analysing you.

 

You let out an impressed scoff and told her what you assumed would happen as she listened more intently than any doctor you've ever met, her teeth baring slightly to take in her lower lip. You glanced away as you finished closing the patient up, hurrying to scrub out as fast as possible because the woman in front of you was causing a wreck in your previously tranquil train of thoughts.

 

She had a skip in her steps when she met you at the scrub station. Turning on the faucet, she spoke, "I'm aware you don't know who I am." You focused on washing the soap off your arms. "That's charming, am I supposed to?" 

 

Her brows raised a touch at your sarcasm before the realisation hit her."No! No, no! That's totally not what I meant. I-I'm not egotistical or narcissistic or whatever you think I am now—I mean I kind of am, all surgeons are, but like- " She stopped mid-sentence, mentally kicking herself for being an awkward, stuttering mess. "I only wanted to make small talk or... whatever." 

 

You dried off your arms, leaning against the sink as you surveyed her. She looked away, a tint of blush rising up her cheeks. You smiled, yielding to your wants. "Would that whatever be something like...a date?" 

 

Her gaze whipped over to you, red high on her cheekbones. She wrung her hands and untied her surgical cap, freeing her hair over her shoulders in an elegant shake of her head. "If you want it to be." 

 

You inched closer, lips pursing in faux contemplation. "I don't think I want it." Her smile faltered.

 

"I think I'll need it to be a date." You gushed before she could turn away, or worse, apologise. 

 

Her eyes sparkled genuinely. "Addison Montgomery." 

 

The next four months were history.

 

Until right now. Right now, you hold the future in your hands. And you didn't know whether to be excited or nervous about it.

 

You coughed, trying to unlodge the hesitation in your throat, which garnered Addison's attention. "Are you cold?" She asked, but she was already slipping off her sweater to drape it around your frame. 

 

Just like that, there was no more hesitation, no more blue-screen in your heart. You took a full moment to register it—your heart was actually ready after weeks of reluctance at how much detail she noticed about you.

 

"Y/n, are you-" 

 

"Willyoumarryme?" The words just tumbled past your lips without prior warning. 

 

"What?" 

 

"Marry me. Marry me." You scrambled, clumsily to your feet, still grasping her hand. "I know there's no fancy lights, no candlelit dinner but- that's my everyday with you; you are my fancy lights, you are my candlelit dinner, you are- you are everything I could possibly have-" 

 

"I-" she stammered, tears pooling in her irises. For a moment, your lower lip trembled when it faced the possibility of rejection. Perhaps she wasn't ready, just like Yang and you were Burke, too fast. Your heart sank and sank and sank, falling so deep into the pits of your stomach that you let your tears coat your vision. 

It took a while moment and you thought you lost at life.

 

Then her signature smile ran across her lips and stayed there, tears slipped from her crinkled eyes. "You're asking me to marry you." A statement you nodded fervently to, and your heart was already soaring seeing her happiness. "You're asking me to marry you!" High-pitched, she laughed, like bells ringing, and launched herself to you, toppling the both of you right into the sand. 

 

Your laughter trailed hers until your chest hurt, so you just gripped her tightly, everything you have, needed and wanted, all in one handful. "I'm asking you to marry me." You let out an amazed breath, not quite believing yourself for being so lucky.

"We're married," she breathed, looking at you in wonder. "I'm married to you." It was a feeling that was all too surreal at the same time that something clicked perfectly in her life.

 

The ring, a merely a symbol of marriage, was forgotten. The truth of it was that you were already wearing your marriage on your hearts.

 

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Heyo boni! ^v^

I have a request if its okay, if not, ignore this!

(this request is based on a Pierce the Vail song, but I suck at writing and i trust your words)

Basically, y/n and ghost or Konig (you pick) became friends and roommates after meeting outside a therapist's office once. they moved in together after something happened in y/ns life that made them either get kicked out of their house/had to leave their house so they become roommates. they weren't really close with one another regarding their jobs, but they knew that both of them were in the military, just not in the same task force. then one day, (ghost or Konig, whoever you picked) gets a call in the middle of a meeting from an unknown number, but a familiar area code (the one y/n and he lived in) so he answers, and y/n was injured and had to get emergency surgery, and y/n put him as the emergency contact

you could maybe make him realize that he has feeling for y/n once they get into the hospital?

sorry its alot, ive been hooked on this idea for a while lmao, but can't write for shit

thank you sm in advance, i live laugh love your work :D

HI BBY !! thank you so much for sending in this amazing request. it took me some time to write, but it was such a delightful and challenging task. i hope i was able to meet your expectations and deliver a top-notch story for you !! also ty guys for 330 followers <//3

╰﹒ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄.𝐑. !

PAIRING: König X Gn!Reader

OVERVIEW: You were brought into the emergency room with a serious injury, and König was your emergency contact. As he stayed by your side and helped you through your treatment, he found himself in his vulnerable state that made him realize he love you.

C/W: fluff + hurt & LOTSA COMFORT ! mutual pinning, friends to roommates (to lovers), and reader getting into a sudden car accident.

W/C: 3.7k bubs

As you recalled the memories of how you met König, you couldn't help but smile.

It had been a rainy day, and you were waiting outside the therapist's waiting room, looking for a place to hide from the rain. That's when you saw him, König, standing under the same building, looking just as lost as you felt. Gathering up the courage, you offered to help him navigate to where he was going, and started chatting with him. He was shy, but open, and you found yourself drawn to his sincerity.

König was also tall, almost awkwardly so, which made you laugh at first. Despite not really knowing each other's jobs at first, you discovered that he was also in the military as you. But in a different task force that is. When you asked him about the black medical face mask he had on his face, he became shy... and quite insecure? You can't place your finger on it but if it makes him uncomfortable, then you will shut your mouth. You didn't want him to think that you were invading his privacy.

There were still so many things to learn about each other, but you felt comfortable around him.

A few months later, life threw a curveball your way, and you had to leave your apartment in a hurry. You still remembered how much you were struggling, phoning up to your parents that you need a place to stay while you handle things like work and your wages. Thankfully, König was there to help. You didn't feel alone at the middle of your struggles. But what surprised you most is him offering you a place to stay, excited to try his hand at being roommates with you.

The first few days were a bit awkward, trying to adjust to each other's habits and routines. But it didn't take long for you to fall into a comfortable rhythm. König was clean, respectful, and an all-around great roommate. You even started cooking together, watching movies, and spending time in each other's company when none of you guys were called on for deployment.

As you settled in, you found yourself looking forward to coming home after a long day at work, knowing that König would be there for me, cheering you on and offering a listening ear if you needed it. You were starting to realize that König weren't just your roommate, he had become your close friend. After a while, you started to notice little things that König would do for you.

For instance, he'd notice when you were feeling stressed and make you a hot cup of tea. Or he'd do small tasks around the house that he knew you didn't like doing, like folding laundry or washing the dishes. At first, you just saw these as gestures of kindness, but as time went on, you started to appreciate them more and more. You realized that they were his way of showing that he cared about you and that he wanted to make your life a little bit easier.

As you noticed these little things more, you found yourself looking for ways to do things for him in return. It could be something as small as making him dinner or doing his laundry when he was busy, but it was your way of showing him that you appreciated him too.

Over time, you started to realize that you had feelings for König. It was a slow realization, but as you continued to live together, it became clearer and clearer to you.

You couldn't help but smile whenever he was around. The sound of his laughter made you feel warm and happy, and whenever he looked at you with those deep, blue eyes of his, you couldn't help but to avert your gaze away as you feel warmth creeping up on your cheeks.

You had never met anyone like him before. He was funny, smart, and kind, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him in your life. He made you feel like you were on top of the world, and you couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead of the two of you.

As time went on, the two of you became inseparable. You spent countless hours together, making memories and building a strong bond. And every time you were with him, you felt as though you were dreaming. He made you feel free, and you knew that you would do anything for him.

One night, after a long day at work, you came home to find König waiting for you with a glass of water and a bowl of steaming soup. He greeted you with a soft smile and an earnest look of concern.

"You looked like you were having a rough day," he said, offering you the bowl of soup. "I thought this would help you relax."

His caring gesture made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel grateful and loved. "Thank you so much, König," you said, taking a sip of the soup and feeling the warmth spread through your limbs. "You always know just what I need."

König's face lit up when you spoke, his eyes glistening with happiness. "Anything for you, liebe," he said warmly. "I just want to make sure you're always okay."

Even though he would call you petnames in his native language, and the fact that you don't know any of them, you were touched by his words. And when you asked him what, 'liebe' was in English, he'd told you that it was how Germans call a 'friend'.

Although clearly saddened by the fact that he friend zoned you, you cannot help your feelings to subside. It was in that moment that I realized my feelings for König were far deeper than just friendship. You knew then that you were in love with him, and that you would do anything for him.

As your workday came to a close and the evening air settled in, you found yourself longing for the familiar warmth of home, where König would be waiting for you.

Knowing that he would be there, cheering you on and offering a sympathetic ear should you need it, provided a sense of comfort in the midst of the day's challenges. The thought of his presence was a welcome balm, a reminder that you had someone in your corner, eager to be a source of support and encouragement.

You're driving down a winding road, the sun setting behind the trees, casting long shadows over the landscape. The air is still and quiet, except for the roar of your engine and the sound of the tires against the pavement.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt and your world is thrown off balance. Your heart races as your car skids across the road, toward the edge of a steep drop.

Your hand reaches for the steering wheel, but it's no use. The car careens over the edge and starts to roll down the hillside, tossing you around like a rag doll. Time seems to slow down as you helplessly watch the ground hurtle towards you.

Just when you think it's all over, you feel a sudden burst of air. Your airbags have deployed, cushioning the blow as the car crashes to a halt. The sound of sirens pierces the silence as first responders swarm the scene. They start to pry the door open and help you out of the shattered glass and twisted metal.

You are alive, although badly bruised and shaken.

As you're lying in the back of the ambulance, being whisked away to the hospital, you hear one of the paramedics saying about an emergency contact for you. You so badly wanted to help them out to call for your parents but the pain you were feeling right now was making you close your eyes and drift off to the darkness.

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König was sitting at his desk, engaged in a phone call with his grandmother, when his cell phone suddenly rang with an unknown number. He hesitated for a moment before answering, but when he noticed the familiar area code, his heart skipped a beat.

"Hello?" he said into the speaker, his voice trembling slightly.

The person on the other end of the line was a doctor from a hospital not far from where he shared an apartment with you. He could hear the concern in the doctor's voice as she explained the situation.

"Mr. König? You are our patient's emergency contact. They were brought in with serious injuries and needs to undergo emergency surgery," the nurse said, her voice full of urgency but also sympathy.

König's heart sank as he listened to the words, a knot forming in his stomach. "How bad is it?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"They had sustained some serious injuries and will need to undergo emergency surgery," the nurse replied. "But please know that our doctors and nurses are doing everything they can to help them."

König felt a wave wash over, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to be by your side, to hold your hand and comfort you, but he also knew that he had to stay strong for you.

"What can I do?" he asked, his voice filled with determination.

The nurse answered back, her voice sympathetic. "You can wait here in their hospital room, and we will keep you updated on their progress," she said.

König nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over him. His mind raced as he listened to the doctor's explanation. He had no idea what could have happened to you, but he knew that you must be in pain, afraid... and alone.

He was grateful to all the doctors and nurses who were doing their best to help you. And he was determined to be there for you, to support you and help you heal.

Despite the fact that you and König were not technically dating, his heart began beating faster when he heard the doctor refer to you as his partner, when you're not even his.

It was evident that he was concerned about your well-being, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the way he felt about you. Your kind and caring demeanor had always warmed his heart, and his concern and attention were more comforting than the pain meds.

"I'm on my way," he replied, his voice shaking.

He quickly ended the call and grabbed his coat and keys, his mind filled with concern and fear. He started his car, his heart pounding in his chest as he hurried to the hospital.

"Please, be okay, mein liebe," he muttered under his breath. "Warte einen moment. Ich komme für dich, liebling."

As soon as König stepped foot inside the hospital, he was overwhelmed by the sight of the chaos and commotion in the emergency room. The doctors and nurses seemed to be rushing around at a breakneck pace, their urgent steps and voices indicating the dire situation at hand.

As König made his way to your room, his heart was racing and then he was met with the devastating sight of your weakening state. You looked pale and weak, and it almost brought him to tears. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat, knowing that the person he cared about most in the world was at risk of losing their life.

König looked on, seeing the medical team frantically attending to you, doing everything they could to save your life. He could tell they were doing their absolute best, but the outcome was still uncertain. It was clear that you were in a life-threatening situation, and he was helpless in the face of this crisis.

Despite the gravity of the situation, König remained by your side, holding your hand and offering words of comfort. He refused to leave your side, determined to be there for you every step of the way, even if it meant sacrificing his own emotional well-being.

As the hours passed, König's emotions were put to the test. The waiting game was torture, and the fear of losing you was almost more than he could bear. But despite the uncertainty and fear, König knew that he would never abandon you, and that he would do everything in his power to ensure your safety and well-being. He was determined to be your rock, your beacon of hope, and your biggest supporter, no matter what the outcome might be.

Despite the stressful and uncertain situation, König couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions boiling up inside him.

As he sat by your side, holding your hand, he realized that the feelings he was experiencing went beyond just friendship or companionship. There was something more, a deep and powerful attachment that was difficult to put into words. In that moment, König was struck by a realization.

Was this what love was? Did he love you, this wonderful and amazing partner who had become a part of his life?

He couldn't help but wonder if what he was feeling was love. It was such a complex and overwhelming feeling, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it to himself, let alone to anyone else.

Despite his doubts and fears, König couldn't deny the way his heart swelled every time he looked at you. He didn't know why or how it happened, but he found himself feeling stronger and more confident in his own abilities whenever you were around. You inspired him and lifted him up, and it made him realize that he would do anything for you.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of the answer, but then it hit him like a ton of bricks. The answer was yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

He didn't just love you, he was in love with you. And in that instant, he knew that he would do anything to protect and care for you, for the rest of his days. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating, but it made his heart beat faster nonetheless.

A gentle nudge in his hand, he felt his body shook. It was your hand. Now gently clasping on top of his.

"Hi," He heard you whisper.

König's eyes were drawn to yours. He felt his heart stop as he looked into your eyes, which, although tired, bore a hint of relief and a warm shine. When you smiled at him, he was speechless, overcome with emotion as he realized that you were okay.

Still feeling stunned, König reached out and cupped your face with his other hand, unable to articulate the mix of feelings running through him. His eyes watered, and he felt a lump form in his throat as he tried to process the gravity of the situation.

It was as if time had slowed down, and the world around him vanished, leaving only you and him in the present moment. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of tenderness and love, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

"Thank God, you're okay," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. He took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "I was so worried about you."

As König watched over you, his heart filled with affection. Your eyes looked tired, but there was a hint of relief in them. He reached out and cupped your face with his hand.

"I was so scared, I..." König said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I thought... I thought I lost you, mein liebling."

He couldn't find the words to convey the depths of his feelings, but his voice was filled with affection and gratitude.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he added. "I'm so glad you're here with me now."

You managed a weak smile and squeezed his hand back. "I'm okay," you replied, your voice barely audible from how much your throat was parched.

König felt a flood of relief wash over him. He was determined to be there for you and to help you get through this difficult time. He stayed by your side throughout the hospital stay, supporting you and comforting you as you recovered from injuries.

König seemed to anticipate your needs before you even spoke, as if he had read your mind. He reached out beside you and handed you a bottle of water, helping you sit up in bed as he held the liquid in front of your lips for you to drink. You smiled and took a sip, feeling a cool sensation spread down your throat.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft and weak from exhaustion.

König nodded, his hand still supporting the bottle as you drank. "Of course," he said, his voice warm and comforting. "I just want to make sure you're alright. You've been through a lot."

You let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief as you settled into your pillows. It was as if all the tension and worry of the day had been lifted from your shoulders. For a moment, you felt truly content, and you were grateful to have König by your side, providing comfort and support when you needed it most.

The doctor enters the room, carrying with him a stack of papers. As soon as he sees you awake, his face breaks into a broad smile.

"Good news," he says, his voice full of excitement. "The tests came back, and they're better than we could have hoped for! You're going to be just fine."

Your heart fills with relief as you process the doctor's words. König, who had been sitting beside you, lets out a sigh of happiness.

"Gott sei dank dafür," he mutters under his breath, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

The doctor continued, "You'll need to rest for a few days to make a full recovery, but there's no need to worry, you're going to be able to go home soon."

You felt tears springing to your eyes at the news, but instead of tears of fear, they were tears of joy. König sat by your side, holding your hand as you cried, feeling grateful.

For basically everything. That you were okay. That you were gonna be home soon. And for the love and support König had shown you since the accident. But above all, he had been there for you, a constant source of comfort and warmth in the midst of a trying time.

As you settle back into your pillows, the doctor begins to explain the next steps in your recovery, but your attention is drawn back to Konig. The look in his eyes is one of pure love and care, and you know in that moment that you've found something truly special in him.

"Thanks so much, doc'." You replied once the tears subsided.

The doctor smiled and nodded in response. "You're welcome," he said, turning to leave the room. "Get some rest and take it easy for the next few days. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to press that call button by your bed." He gave a final nod before disappearing through the door, leaving you and König alone in the room.

You let out a deep breath and turned to König. "Thank goodness," you said, a mix of relief and exhaustion washing over you. "I was so terrified."

"It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "You're safe now. Rest."

You sank into his embrace, feeling his warmth and support wrapped around you like a warm blanket. For a moment, the weight of your worries lifted, and you felt a sense of peace settle in your heart. With König by your side, you knew you could handle whatever lay ahead.

You felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you, but it was a comforting exhaustion, one that came with the satisfaction of knowing you were in good hands. König put an arm around you and pulled you in close, resting your head on his shoulder.

You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over you. The day had been long and tumultuous, and all you wanted was a moment of peace. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a gentle hand brush your cheek. You opened your eyes to find König looking at you with concern and affection.

He smiled softly at you, and you felt a sense of warmth wash over you. Despite the chaos of the day, you felt a sense of peace and comfort in his presence. As you drifted off to sleep, König sat by your bedside, his thoughts consumed by you. He felt a sense of love and affection for you, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. You had a way of making him feel safe, loved, and secure, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

As you slept, he couldn't help the words that formed on his lips, even though he knew that now was not the time or place to share his feelings.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Du bist alles für mich, meine Liebe. I want to be yours.. to be by your side, to protect and care for you, always."

He paused, knowing that he should probably wait until you were fully recovered and discharged from the hospital before telling you how he felt. But the words had slipped out, and there was no turning back now.

König kissed your forehead so softly that it felt like cotton grazing over the skin. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if he had been holding onto this secret for far too long. And now that he had shared his feelings, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

As you slept, König made a silent vow to himself: to always be there for you, to always love and care for you, no matter what the future held. And he hoped that one day, maybe one day, he would have the chance to make you his forever.

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[moonlight-prose]

for joel 😘

“Spread your legs wider.”

“Louder. Let me hear you.”

“Say my name.”

“You can do better than that.”

ARSONIST'S LULLABYE OF LOVE

➝ A HURT INTERLUDE

a/n: chapter three really took all of my brain power, but somehow i managed to churn this small piece of just filth out. you and i have talked extensively about this interlude, which has helped a ton. so thank you for the request babes and i hope you like it! this is the first joel smut i'm ever posting so this is both exciting and nerve wracking. also i know the request is full on filth, but i threw in so much angst as well so.....hence the gif.

summary: joel's inhibitions were gone when it came to you.

word count: 2.9k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, angst, cussing, masturbation, slight voyeurism, p in v sex, joel being horny with a capital H, fantasies.

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Living through a world altering event would never cease to feel as if you’d died and fallen into the lands of hell. On accident no less. Enduring it as your body struggled to keep up, with a wound that remained on your side large enough to rip open at a moment’s notice, was worse. For days Joel had only allowed you to move at a slow pace. One that wouldn’t destroy the messy patching up job he was able to attempt.

You found it endearing though.

The car came in handy to move from place to place, but in the end you always came back to the house you were staying in. Joel never told you what he did with the bodies, never gave you any indication as to them being there in the first place. For that you were grateful. You weren’t sure how you could return to a house that still housed two people who tried to kill you—two people you watched Joel kill in return.

Never in your life had someone defended you so ruthlessly, risking everything to save your life, to make sure you were protected. The knowledge that Joel was willing to kill to keep you out harm's way, left a warmth in your chest that continued to spread day by day. The longer you spent time with him, the more you understood what he meant to you, and possibly…what you meant to him.

Which made the time spent with him recently so maddening. With each touch, look, and word spoken, you couldn’t stop your body from reacting in a way that should have embarrassed you. All you did was kiss and yet it felt like he had reached into your chest and caressed your soul. As if with that one simple action, he laid claim to what was already his. Your heart raced in his presence, mind becoming hazy with a lust you’d never experienced before with another person.

You couldn’t focus. Not with your imagination conjuring up images of him above you, thoughts of what he might feel like inside of you now running rampant in your head.

So you did what you continued to do flawlessly. You ignored every single emotion that begged you for release. Every time he got near, you pretended that the kiss never happened. That you still remained nothing but two partners attempting to fight for survival in a world that wanted to kill you.

“I’m going to clean up a bit,” he murmured, nodding his head towards the bathroom that used to work.

The both of you got lucky earlier in the week, finding a river that had relatively fresh water. You made the suggestion of filling up the empty gallons of gasoline tanks that Joel had found in the house’s garage, and he agreed. The people who used to live there must have bought them in case of an emergency, except when it finally came time to use them, they never got to. Thankfully the trip took less time with the car, and even if he didn’t allow you to help him, you still forced him to let you drive. Walking you couldn’t do, but driving you were an expert at.

“I’ll be here,” you said, laying on the couch, propped up by your bag and wrapped in his jacket.

The domesticity of the situation wasn’t lost on you now, just like it wasn’t before. Him cleaning up as you lounged on the couch awaiting his return. It felt too real. Too much like the life you could have had beforehand, and you felt your heart break at that notion. That eventually this would come to an end. You would both have to leave towards Boston, searching for another place to settle, and then…you might never get the imagined life you desperately wanted with him.

Joel glanced at you, your legs stretched out, body covered by his jacket, and he felt the same burn from before return. This time though, he couldn’t ignore it. As much as he wanted to move past what happened the other night, the facts stayed the same. He kissed you. He wasn’t sure if it was the kiss that caused his heart to twist and body to burn each time he looked your way, or if the feelings he tried so hard to shove down, were back with a newfound strength.

He turned away quickly, heading towards the bathroom before you could see the now evident bulge in his pants. These feelings would go away eventually, giving him reprieve from the knife that dug its way into his heart. Carving at what remained until he finally admitted what he was afraid of—what he couldn’t seem to let go of.

Nearly losing you terrified him.

No matter how much he thought about what would happen when you parted ways, how many scenarios he conjured up in his head, he knew the truth that was buried in the darkest parts of his heart. He wouldn’t let you go when you got to Boston. He couldn’t. You made this otherwise shitty world shine just a bit brighter, giving him enough light to see his future clearly.

“Fuck,” he rasped, the second the door shut behind him.

His heart continued to beat rapidly in his chest, his body aching in a way he hadn’t felt since before the outbreak. Joel wasn’t entirely abstinent afterwards either, he couldn’t deny that. But those people were a means to a release that would calm him long enough to make it on his own. You however…you were the one person who could lay claim to his body, his heart, and he’d give it over willingly without question.

Through the years, Joel never gave himself to anyone, knowing that to let someone in was to kill them. Except he never let you in.

You tore through his walls, took whatever broken parts he had left, and cared for them all the same.

Maybe that’s why he was currently standing with his hands gripping onto the dirty sink, eyes shut tight and chest heaving as he fought off going back out there. He couldn’t have you, because you weren’t his to have. So he settled for his imagination. 

With a grunt, he undid the button of his jeans, the tight confine too much for him to take. If he were anywhere else, he’d allow himself the small pleasure of taking his time—something that the world no longer allowed. But you were in the other room, laying on the couch—looking utterly perfect—and Joel knew that if he thought about what he was about to do for too long, he wouldn’t do it. He also knew that if he allowed the feelings to fester, he’d lose it and somehow fuck up eventually.

So, he sucked in a sharp breath, pulled himself out and bit down on his left bicep to stifle the ragged groan that tore from him. It had been quite awhile since he gave himself this, since he even bothered to find release. Usually it was quick, a few strokes to get himself there, and then he continued on about his day. Now…his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Joel was too far gone to even realize what was happening—his cock practically leaking over his palm. Squeezing his eyes shut, his hips jerked forward at the first stroke of his hand—pleasure streaking down his spine so potent he felt dizzy. What he wouldn’t give for the feel of sinking into you, of watching your face go slack with pleasure because of him. Biting back another grunt, he spread his precum down his cock, his breaths coming out in short gasps that barely gave him enough oxygen.

“Oh—shit.” His words were strangled, face tingeing red with the exertion of the quick pumps of his hand that stung slightly. If anything the pain only amplified the pleasure that continued to fill his veins.

He lurched forward, his hand almost slapping against the wall, head tilting back and exposing the expanse of his strained neck. He imagined what you would do if you were here with him. Would your hand feel soft, gentle, compared to the rough calloused skin of his palm that he’d grown used to?

Gasping, he tried his best to keep quiet, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to bear the thought of you hearing him. But some sick twisted part of him hoped that his groans carried, that you would finally understand what exactly you did to him. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, hand tightening slightly with just the right amount of pressure to send heat pooling rapidly into his stomach. He wanted you to be here, wanted you to whisper soft words of encouragement in his ear. Yet the circumstances of life only allowed him to live through his mind.

The image of you beneath him forming rapidly the faster his release built.

“Joel,” you sighed, head tilted back and mouth dropping open as a moan worked its way up your throat. You bit down quickly on your bottom lip, eyes shut tightly in the hopes of staving off the inevitable pleasure that threatened to consume you.

His fingers gripped at your chin, dark eyes swallowing you whole as he watched you finally let loose the sound he wanted to hear. “Louder. Let me hear you,” he rasped, his other hand dropping to grip at your thigh.

“Oh—” He sank in deeper, his cock brushing a part of you that made your legs shake and eyes roll back. You couldn’t stop the cry that tore from you, your breath going with it.

“That’s it,” he murmured, head dipping to kiss at the glistening skin of your neck. “My good fucking girl.”

Your walls fluttered, slick gushing around his cock and gathering in the coarse hairs at the base of him. Normally you’d be embarrassed about how wet you were, but the shame washed away with every slow rock of his hips. How could you be ashamed when it was all for him? All because of him. Gasping, you dug your nails into his back in the hopes of dragging him closer. He was pressed up against you, hot skin against yours, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to sink into him, to exist for him.

He pulled back much to your disappointment, pressing his knees into the mattress and pulling you closer. “Spread your legs wider for me darlin’,” he breathed, and you followed his request without question.

His thumb connected with your clit sending a jolt through your body that nearly had your back bowing off the bed. Joel overwhelmed you. He took and took, but gave just as much back—if not more. You sobbed an incoherent version of his name, nails scraping along his shoulder blades when he shifted the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock striking against something eviscerating inside of you.

“Fuck, Joel!” Hot tears streamed down the sides of your temple, falling into your hair.

He felt it, the tight clamp of your cunt that nearly sent him over the edge earlier than he wanted. Grunting, he tried to stop the tightening that began in his stomach, but it was too much. His mind was hazy with pleasure, thoughts of you consuming him until nothing was left. If he wasn’t careful, Joel would lose himself to you—you and all your beautiful demons.

Yanking your leg up higher on his waist, he doubled his efforts. Driving his cock into you until you grew more incoherent with each thrust. His name was a prayer on your lips and Joel wanted to hear it louder; he wanted to drown in your reverence until all the bad washed out of his veins. Falling forward, his hand dug into the sheets beneath you, eyebrows pulling tight as you chased the growing release that would shatter you.

“Say my name,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “C’mon baby say it for me.”

“J-Joel,” you gasped, hips rolling to meet his thrusts the best you could, but he practically had you pinned to the bed. Each shove of his cock into your wet dripping cunt, nearly sent you higher up on the bed.

His lips pulled up into a smirk, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “You can do better than that.” His hand dropped down to your clit, thumb circling it with enough pressure to cut off the words that sat on the tip of your tongue. 

He felt it before he could stop it. His balls drew up until it was almost painful, eyes screwing shut as he panted into your open mouth. Pressing down further on your clit, he managed to wrench his eyes open to see your roll back in your head. You sobbed his name, your back arching—chest pressing into his—as your cunt clamped down on his cock and took everything he had left to give.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moan was raspy and broken, and a soft breathy echo of your name slipped free.

Joel curled in on himself, his mouth dropping open in a breathless grunt as he spilled over his hand and into the sink. Still, he kept going. Pumping his hand in quick strokes, he did what he could to prolong the pleasure that filled his body, until eventually it gave way to pain. Sucking in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth, he finally let go of himself, running his thumb along the head of his cock and pushing what remained out.

He opened his eyes, the image of you disappearing from his mind as he was met with the cold emptiness of the bathroom.

Even though his body hummed with bliss, a calm finally returning to his veins, he felt the shame twist in his gut. He shouldn’t have allowed it to get that far. Shouldn’t have given into his depravity, but the thought of it one day coming true was too enticing to forgo.

He sighed, grabbing the shirt he meant to clean tonight and fixed up the mess that took another part of his soul.

What he didn’t know was that you heard the echo of his hand hitting the wall, heard his pained grunt as he came over his hand. Originally you thought he was hurt, that he might need your help. So you got up, stifled the scream of pain that your body let out, and managed to get to the bathroom door. Until you heard it. The soft moan of your name that had you freezing in your spot, eyes going wide and heart hammering in your chest.

Joel wasn’t in pain. Far from it.

You knew you should have given him privacy, walked away and pretended like nothing happened, but it was your name you heard. The same raging fire that you fought against for weeks finally broke free, spreading its way down your body. Consuming you whole. Your hands were clenched at your sides, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He wanted you. Joel—the man you refused to be attracted to, lest it get in the way of your trip—wanted you the same way you longed for him.

Before you could move back to the couch, the door swung open to reveal that very man. Joel’s face went slack with shock as he caught you standing there, his hand gripping onto the door handle so tight that his knuckles turned white. Any words he could have said died in his throat at the sight of your wide eyes and parted lips. The very same lips he had kissed not too long ago. His spent cock twitched in his pants, the flush of heat once again going through his body.

He wondered if you heard him and felt the guilt crush his heart. “Boston?” he asked, breaking the silence.

That seemed to shake you from your shocked state. “I um…” You couldn’t stop the way your eyes dropped to his lips for a brief moment. “Just wanted to know if I could get in there. To clean up and…such.”

In all honesty you wanted him to touch you, wanted to know what he sounded like as he finally gave into the heady pleasure that coursed through both of your veins. But you saw the hesitancy in his eyes. You knew he was retreating from something he wanted, because of the fear that nearly losing you already caused him. Joel understood that when it came to you, if he finally gave into that feeling of want, he’d never be able to give it up.

“Go ahead,” he said softly, shifting to move past you, his hand brushing yours for a brief second.

You wanted to reach for him, to tell him that everything he probably felt…you felt too. Except the grief you watched him go through that night still weighed on your shoulders. He nearly lost you and you knew that if he hadn’t managed to save you in the end, the Joel you knew would have been gone forever. So you entered the bathroom, shut the door, and wiped away the stray tear that fell down your cheek.

It didn’t matter how much either of you were desperate for the other's touch. The truth still stared you in the face. No matter how much you longed for the pleasure, for him to finally fill that empty spot in your heart, it would never outweigh the pain you would feel if you lost him for good.

That alone was enough for you to shut your emotions away, reminding yourself that you were not here to fall in love.

You were here to survive.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #hurt #my writing

[writing-good-vibes]

Hiii, so, for the Valentine's Day drabbles! Could you pretty please write the number 8 (Teddy Bear) from the fluffy prompts with Corey x Reader? That would be amazing! And it can be whatever you come up with, I'll be happy either way. Thank you so much for doing this and take all the time you need; even if it's past V-Day! You always come first, please remember that. Take care! <3 <3 <3

ahhh thank you for requesting !! 🥰 and for being sooo sweet, i really appreciate it !! happy valentine's day 💗 i hope you enjoy reading, because i really, really enjoyed writing this one !! no WARNINGS, only post accident!corey x gn!reader and fluff 💗

🧸 very cute divider by @/plutism 🧸

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

Three whole years. That's how long you and Corey had been together. Three years but every time he held your hand in his you felt those sparks , every hug made you melt into the soft, safe, serene embrace of his big arms, and every kiss, tender and tentative, felt just like the first.

You remembered the first Valentine's day you and Corey had spent together. In the weeks leading up to it, you'd catch Corey looking at the Valentine's display; candy in heart-shaped boxes, bouquets of somehow permanently wilting roses, teddy bears with plush hearts clutched in their paws proclaiming I love you!

He'd blush if he caught you watching him, and would hurry up to the counter to let you ring up his pre-dinner snacks. He was cute. Opening the M&M's, he offers the bag to you, pouring you a handful to eat while you waited for your shift to end.

When the day finally arrived, you exchanged cards, half excited and half embarrassed. You went on break and sat outside on the curb with Corey, fingers intertwined and sharing one of the novelty heart-shaped lollipops you'd pilfered from the display. Smiling, you licked over the same spot Corey just had.

The next year, Corey had to work in the morning but clocked out at lunch, and you caught the Valentine's matinee at the movies.

He still smelt vaguely of car grease, you can see the spots of it that will never fully wash out of his henley, but when he holds your hand his fingers are scrubbed spotlessly pink.

It was quiet in the theatre, exactly what you expected for a weekday afternoon and perfect for Corey who hating being perceived in public, and the two of you sat at the back of the theatre sharing a bucket of popcorn and a bag of Hershey's Kisses as the dust motes, caught in the light of the projector, float around you.

Watching Corey is just as good as watching any movie. You can see the way his eyes track the movement of screen, that way you can tell exactly when he'll reach for more popcorn, and how he bites his lip in concentration.

Joy paints your cheeks as your lips meet Corey's in the dim darkness.

This year though, even though you were expecting another beautifully laidback date, Corey told you that he'd begged his step-dad to let him have the whole day off work this year, without telling his Momma, and that he had made plans for you guys.

Plans?

"We don't have to do anything big," you assured him, ringing up today's selection of treats; chocolate milk, a slim jim and some skittles. "I just like spending time with you."

"I know," he promised. "All I ever want is to spend time with you, but I want to treat you too." He rips open the skittles and pours some out into your hand.

On Valentine's morning, you open your door and find yourself face to face with the fluffiest brown fur. Corey stands with a teddy bear in his hands, and in the teddy's hands a velvety red heart proclaims, "I love you!"

You didn't recognise it as one you sold at the gas station, although it was similar. Had he gone somewhere else to buy it for you? The thought gets to you more than you might expect, thinking about Corey wandering the aisles of the Walmart, or the Dollar General, or even venturing to the mall in the next town over. Corey hated going anywhere.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Corey says, handing you the teddy.

"Oh, Corey! He's so cute! Happy Valentine's Day," you pull him into a hug before you can even take the bear from him.

Corey throws one strong arm around you, you can feel his broad hand half-cover the expanse of your back through your shirt. Warm and safe.

When you part, you look down at the teddy again. Holding it beneath its armpits, you bring it to your face, nuzzling the chestnut-brown fur of its face. "Does he have a name?" you ask.

"He's for you, I think you're supposed to pick his name." Corey hasn't stopped blushing, even when you take his big hand in yours and lead him into your apartment. He settles on your couch, ready to wait while you finish getting ready.

"Hmm," you consider your options. The bear looks straight out of a story book with wide glass eyes and a felt snout, his fur really is chestnut-brown and swirls into little rosebud curls. "His name is Corey."

Boy-Corey's eyes are as wide and bright as Bear-Corey's when you look at him. "Are you sure? You don't have to --."

Corey's arms circle your waist when you sit in his lap, his legs spreading just slightly to cradle your weight, "You're the only person I want to cuddle, now I have something almost as cuddly as the real thing for when you're not here." Bear-Corey is nestled between the two of you, as if to prove your point.

One corner of Corey's lips quirk upwards, then the other, as a grin splits his face. Pleased, proud, he squeezes you tight, hiding his smile against your chest. You indulge him, petting at his hair and over his broad shoulders while he breaths you in, humming happily.

God, how badly you want to hold Corey like this forever, where you know he's safe, and loved, and you don't have to think about anything but the pinkness of his cheeks and the softness of his lips.

"So," you finally say, softly, reluctant to disturb this most perfect moment, but mindful of Corey having mentioned plans. "What romance awaits us for the rest of the day?"

on the topic of fluffy romance, you should also read:

first of many by blake (@/slutforstabbings). a little bit angsty, but watch corey and reader be obliviously in love.

amusement park date by toxic (@/toxicanonymity). toxic is a woman of many talents; she can write fluff just as well as she writes smut.

#corey cunningham x reader #💗💌 corey's love letters 💌💗 #did i use this as an excuse to write the fluffiest sweetest lovecore relationship possible ?? yes i did. #holding hands supremacy. giggly romance. sharing candy and afternoon movies #but also cuteness aggression 😳 #i hope you enjoyed reading !! 💗💗💗💗

[seraphfighter]

Hey! 19 for that soft otp prompts :3

Hey look, I actually got to this (1 month later 😅).

From this: 19. Write your ship going on a casual date.

This hadn’t gone to plan. 

V and Johnny had driven up to their favorite lookout spot in the Badlands. Perched at the top of a rock face, it provides the perfect view of Night City’s skyline. They’d discovered it one day after returning to the city from their time with the Aldecaldos, and in the months following her treatments, it’s become sort of a tradition for them to spend an evening there. 

Tonight was no different. V hasn’t been able to spend much time with Johnny lately. Between a migraine that knocked her down for a few days and their work at the Afterlife, it had started to feel like they hadn’t had a moment to simply enjoy each other’s company. So, when Johnny arrived at the Afterlife to drag her out of there, she hadn’t protested. 

They stopped and got some greasy burgers and fries, picked up a bottle of Centzon to share, and took the Thorton out to the Badlands. They made the small trek up the hill to their spot and that’s where they’ve spent the last few hours. Johnny’d been playing his guitar and she’d had her head on his thigh, eyes closed and listening to the sound of his playing and low humming. 

That’s when the rain started. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Johnny, did you not check the weather?!” V snaps, her foot almost slipping on the slick rocks as they scramble to make it back to the truck. It’s a downpour–she’s already soaked to the bone. 

“Why would I have checked the weather? The fuckin’ sky was clear!” Despite the irritation in his voice, Johnny catches her bicep in his chrome hand to steady her. 

“Maybe because it can change?” Usually, the walk down to the car was easy but with the rain and the slick rocks and dirt, it was taking twice as long. And as annoyed as she is by the rain soaking through her clothes, she’s not looking to twist her ankle. 

“Maybe you should check the weather next time,” he retorts. Behind her, he slips and she barely throws her arm out in time to catch him before he sends them both tumbling down the slope. “Goddamn it!” 

“Now you sound like a child.” V grasps his hand tight in hers, hoping their grip on each other will help them avoid any unwanted accidents. They didn’t need this date to end in a trip to Vik’s. “You trying to send us both flying down?” 

“Not on fuckin’ purpose,” he grumbles. “Ground’s slicker than shit.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

Finally, they make it to even ground and sprint the short distance to the Thorton. They throw themselves into the backseat, the force of the doors shutting shaking the truck.

“Fuck.” V pushes her wet hair out of her eyes, tensing her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering as Johnny leans forward to deposit his guitar in the front seat and turn on the vehicle’s heater. She goes to wipe her face on the sleeve of Johnny’s jacket that she’s wearing, but the sleeve is soaked through. Huffing, she crosses her arms over her chest and slumps against the seat. 

Johnny pushes his rain-slicked hair back from his face. “At least it ain’t acid rain.” He digs in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, only to find the carton soaked. He scowls and tosses it away with a curse. 

“Thank god for that.” V digs her own cigarettes out of her pocket, protected from the rain by Evelyn’s case, and scoots across the seat to press against Johnny’s side. She pulls a smoke out and lights it, taking a drag for herself before passing it to Johnny. 

“Thanks,” he grunts. 

Passing the cigarette between them in silence and listen to the rain hitting the truck. Johnny throws his arm around V’s shoulders and she curls up against him, some of the chill finally being chased out of her bones between the heater blasting and Johnny’s own body heat. 

“Y’know what this reminds me of?” Johnny asks after a few moments, giving V the cigarette for the final drag. 

She accepts it and drops it on the floor of the truck and smothers it with her boot. She’ll worry about the cleanup later. “Is it going to be some old reference I don’t understand again?” Smoke blows out from her parted lips as she asks the question. 

“Funny,” he says drily. “But no, I was just thinkin’ of the first time we kissed.” 

“Shit.” That feels like a lifetime ago. Technically for her, it was. “We got caught in the rain coming back from that shitty little taco cart. I think we were as soaked then as we are now.” Seeing the glint in his eye, she interjects before he can say anything, “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what?” He smirks. “Say you were soaked for more than one reason that night?” 

V’s cheeks heat and she tilts her head back against the seat and covers her face with her hands. “God, I fuckin’ hate you,” she groans. 

“No, you don’t.” Tugging on her wrists, V drops her hands to find Johnny staring at her, his eyes fond in a way he reserves for her. His ‘ganic thumb brushes against the back of her hand. 

She wrinkles her nose at him. “You’re right. Unfortunately, I love you.”

“Because that’s such a fuckin’ burden.” 

“It is, you’re a pain in my ass.” 

He snorts, a smile tugging at his lips, one she can’t help but mirror. V cards her fingers through his beard along his jaw. It scratches against her hand when he turns his hand to press a kiss to her palm. She recognizes it for what it is–one of his many silent ways of saying he loves her in return. Even though he doesn’t say it as often as she does, V knows he loves her. 

“We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?” Johnny says quietly. 

“We have,” she agrees. “And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.” Even all the hardships and pain. As difficult as some moments were, they’re the reason they’re at where they are right now.

“Fuckin’ sap.” He pushes her shoulder and she follows the gentle pressure to lie down on the seat, Johnny climbing over her. 

“Says you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and threads her fingers at the back of his head. A shaky sigh leaves her lips as Johnny leans down and presses his lips to her neck. 

“I’ll show you a sap,” he murmurs against her skin, voice full of promise. “Why don’t we repeat the events of that night?” 

V tugs on his hair so she can lean up and kiss him. “Show me what you got, Rockerboy.”

#thanks for the prompt! ❤️ #this got my nanowrimo words in today #ship: bleed into me #my writing #ch: valerie ramirez #silverv

[officiallyjewls]

Let me introduce you guys to my V's!

I currently have four!

Of course, you guys have already met Wiktoria, my main V! She's Polish-Canadian, born in Quebec, and with a non-identical twin named Oliwia! Her twin, though, was luckier, since Wik was born with cystic fibrosis, a chronic illness that affects the lungs, stomach and liver. She has to take medication daily, but that didn't stop her from reaching for her dream of becoming a singer.

Thanks to her grandfather, she managed to get noticed by a local record company, Worldwide Label. So, she was accepted under the artist name of Wiktory (said Victory) and made pop and rock music! Well, that was until...

Anyway! She goes through a bunch of different looks, but the one you see under this is what she looks at the end of the game after the Don't Fear the Reaper ending.

Finally, below that is how she looked when she did a photo shoot with the brand-new Kusanagi CT-3X! (Don't worry, I have more than just one ;) )

From this point on, it may be way less detailed than my main girl, I'm sry...

Second, my Street Kid V, Vince, though his name is most definitely going to change sometime soon, along with his looks.

Night City, the place he was born, is full of death. He's known this ever since he took his first kill, the life of his mother, leaving it to just be him and his dad. Not only that, but he also has type 1 Diabetes. The condition got so bad that he lost his limbs and almost lost his sight. His dad, just a simple man running a department store, couldn't afford to buy his son the things he needed, so he asked a shark for some help, which brought him into debt.

Vince's eyes were saved thanks to the optics, but it was quickly found out that after a couple of months, they'd become glitchy, becoming worse when he'd look at direct sunlight and develop photophobia. Because of it, he wears sunglasses wherever he goes. Not only for the lights but also because he also doesn't like when people look at his eyes.

As he got older, he started to understand that his family was short on money, so he got into street fighting to help. Eventually, he gained enough respect on the streets to catch the attention of the shark, and, in return for his father's debt to be clean, worked for him as a mercenary, which Vince accepted.

Next is my Nomad lifepath gal, Vaasifa!

The Bakker clan was a clan that refused for their people to become reliant on technology and cybernetics, so the people there didn't have any unless they absolutely had to. However, some people in the camp seemed to become more reliant on changing this the more she grew up.

Vaasifa was born in Detroit, Michigan, as the youngest of two older brothers, so she'd be overlooked most of the time, leaving little V to be curious and wander about the camp. After a little accident involving a cactus when she was 5 years old, it was found out that she was in need of glasses, which were provided to her, however, this just started another uproar.

As she grew, she became more and more fascinated with the little technology that was in the camp. She wanted to know the how's, what's and the who's and soon got into car mechanics because of it, but watching someone pull out a tablet for a diagnostics check fascinated her even more. Her older brothers started picking up on this, and whenever they were allowed into the city, always brought her something back. For a birthday gift, they even got her her own little cyberdeck and a computer.

For years, she kept it hidden and did what she could, learning what she could with what she was able to. The yelling at night wouldn't stop though, and, one day, when she was 25, a huge fight happened in the camp. Fists, knives and guns of all sorts were heard from her corner of the camp until it eventually stopped early in the morning.

She came out to find her mother, father and oldest brother dead, along with many other members of her clan.

Vaasifa knew that she couldn't stay after that. She buried her family, said goodbye to her older brother, and left for a better life in the city.

Finally, last but not least...

V.

Yes, that's literally their name at the moment.

V was born into a very high-class family in Japan. Their parents, both high-ranking members of Arasaka, gave them the best education money could buy, and held a very tight leash on their kids. They developed a brilliant mind and body, but personality, well, they were the ultimate douchebag. They knew they were richer than rich and made sure everyone knew about it.

When it came to picking a career path, V didn't have much of a choice but to pick the big moneymakers, so, doctor it was. They quickly found out that all the ethics and moral codes bored them, but the surgeries and operations fascinated them greatly. Soon enough, becoming a ripperdoc was on the table.

At 22, they were invited to attend Night City University, and for the next two years would start practicing their craft, illegally, of course, but for cheap. No one died on their chair, but some of their patients would definitely not come back again. In between patients, they would even practice on themselves, adding more and more upgrades to whatever part they could reach (and not die from).

At 24, the school found out about their illegal operations and kicked them out of school. When V tried to ask their parents for a ticket back home, they refused and left them to rot in Night City.

Homeless and without any eddies, they took residency in Watson, continuing to perform their non-licensed operations for a lower price. What they didn't know is that another ripperdoc was already in the area, Viktor Vector. Well, V found out about him rather quickly when Vik graced their presence in their dingy and dirty little clinic.

Upon seeing the pissed scared kid, Viktor took pity and offered to bring them under his tutelage, along with a roof and food. In return, all they had to do was work by Viktor's side as his assistant and get clean.

Well, that's all!

If you're someone that made it to the end, thank you! Please, ask a question about any of them if you'd like!

Most of these backstories need more detail and cleaning up, but this is mostly the basics that I wanted to write down cuz why not?

Again, thank you so much for reading!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk #corpo v #street kid #nomad v #v cyberpunk #cp77 screenshots #cp77 photomode #cp77 v #cp77 #street kid v

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part V)

Summary: Bucky, (Y/N) and the entire Rogers-(Y/L/N) family meets Isaiah and Elijah Bradley when Sam brings them to visit the exhibit that they personally arranged to finally tell Isaiah's story.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: This was an emotional chapter to write, but it’s one that I’m also very proud of! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part V) June 2024 Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, Washington D.C. (Previous Chapter)

The month after they successfully thwarted the Flag Smasher’s plans and Sam publicly took up the mantle of Captain America had been filled with several highs and lows. The Global Repatriation Council unanimously decided not to vote on the controversial Patch Act and began working on getting humanitarian aid to the refugees residing in resettlement camps, and they had already voted on providing financial support for those displaced after the events of the Snap; Karli Morgenthau died before she could see her aspirations finally realized, but Sam’s historic speech criticizing the members of the GRC ensured that her sacrifice wouldn’t be forgotten. The four Flag Smashers that had been arrested and taken into custody died in a mysterious car explosion and while both Sam and Bucky suspected Zemo of having a hand in their deaths, he was locked away in the Raft and their deaths were officially ruled an accident by the authorities.

Two days after the incident at the GRC’s New York Headquarters, Bucky came to stay with the Rogers-(Y/L/N) family at their home in Rockport, Maine. The super-soldier had apparently taken Sam’s advice on how to move on from his time as the Winter Soldier to heart, visiting his friend Yori and telling him that he was responsible for his son’s mysterious death; he gave the old man closure and as challenging as it was, he admitted through his tears that he knew he’d done the right thing. In Rockport, Bucky was as relaxed as he’d been in Delacroix and much to (Y/N)’s delight, he and Steve were able to reconnect and take the time to finally re-built their decades-long friendship away from any wars or conflicts. Bucky was beginning to heal and now that he was allowing himself to lean on others for support, he wouldn’t be alone on his journey to self-forgiveness.

While she recuperated from the handful of minor injuries she’d sustained in the fight against the Flag Smashers, (Y/N) worked tirelessly with her connections at the Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum, the editors at the New York Times and Colonel Rhodes to create an exhibit chronicling the lives and sacrifices of Isaiah Bradley and the hundreds of Black soldiers who were illegally experimented on by the U.S. Army. It took several lengthy Zoom meetings, heated conference calls and a handful of visits to the Smithsonian to oversee the construction progress, but the exhibit was completed almost exactly one month after Sam Wilson made history by becoming the first Black Captain America. It was decided by (Y/N) and Sam that although the exhibit was finished, it wouldn’t open to the public until Isaiah himself had an opportunity to see what they’d built in his and his fellow servicemen’s honor.

“You’re gonna wear a hole straight through the floor if you keep pacin’ like that, doll. Just relax, maybe take a deep breath or two.”

(Y/N) shot an easy-going Bucky a withering look and continued pacing the new exhibit’s floor, the clicking of her high heels echoing through the near-empty space as she anxiously smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles of her pencil skirt. “I’m currently filled with enough nervous energy to power an entire arc reactor, and I’m supposed to just relax and take a deep breath?”

The super-soldier let out a dramatic sigh and hitched Carina higher up on his hip. “Your ma gets a little crabby when she’s stressed out, doesn’t she, sugar?” The infant giggled when his vibranium fingers tickled the skin beneath her chin and he chuckled. From the moment he arrived at their home in Maine, Bucky and Carina had become nearly inseparable; he was good with children, having helped his parents care for each of his three younger siblings, and Carina absolutely adored having her Uncle Bucky around more.

“You should see her the night before a book release.” Steve adjusted the bill of his beaten-up Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap, flashing her a mischievous smile while continuing. “Last time, she tossed and turned so much that she ended up accidentally rolling out of bed.” (Y/N) spared both men a displeased glare but allowed Steve to cross the small room and gently cup her cheek as his other hand rested on the curve of her waist; the reassuring gleam in her husband’s azure eyes helped to begin settling her frayed nerves and she felt her shoulders relax as he softly spoke to her. “I don’t know how Isaiah’s gonna react to all of this, but I promise that everything’s gonna be okay, sunshine.”

(Y/N) released a shaky breath and nodded, taking a moment to glance around the exhibit that so many people had tirelessly worked on so that Isaiah and his fellow servicemen’s history would never be forgotten. Projectors flashed black-and-white photographs of Isaiah’s platoon during their training and years of service during the Korean War and situated before a wall-sized image of America’s first Black super-soldiers standing at attention were two distinct items: a bronze statue of Isaiah Bradley, and a plaque dedicated to telling the truth of his life and what the Army had tried to keep buried for seventy years.

Isaiah Bradley

Isaiah Bradley is an American Hero whose name went unknown for too long.

Isaiah was one of a dozen African-American soldiers who were recruited against their will and without their consent for participation in human testing in pursuit of the super-soldier serum. Most did not survive. The few who lived through testing were sent on secret missions during the Korean War. During the conflict, against all odds, Isaiah Bradley rescued his fellow soldiers and 28 other POWS from behind enemy lines.

However, fearful of the ramifications of a Black super-soldier, some individuals within the government tried to erase Isaiah’s story from history. His family was issued a falsified death certificate and for decades, the truth of his unflinching bravery was buried.

The third and final paragraph etched onto the plaque detailed the thirty years of false imprisonment, experiments and downright torture Isaiah was subjected to by the Army and Hydra, and (Y/N) found herself looking away before the words she’d helped to pen could make her tear up; while dozens of people had been involved in the creation of the exhibit, only she and Sam knew that Isaiah was still alive and living in Baltimore. They wanted to protect his desire to live out the rest of his life in anonymity, which was why they arranged for Isaiah and his grandson Elijah to visit the exhibit before its scheduled unveiling. But for the past several weeks, (Y/N) was weighed down by fears that the elderly man wouldn’t approve of the exhibit or would be offended by its very existence, so she spent many sleepless nights ensuring that the story of Isaiah Bradley and his fellow servicemen would be told with all the respect and gravitas that it deserved.

“Guys, Sam just texted that they’re about to walk in.”

Bucky’s heads-up brought (Y/N) back to reality and caused a fresh spike of anxiety within her, but she masked her nervousness with a smile as Steve led her over to where Bucky stood off to the side. Seeing that Carina was beginning to fall asleep in the super-soldier’s arms, (Y/N) leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto her daughter’s forehead and when she straightened up, she and Bucky shared an understanding look while Steve’s hand gave hers a brief but reassuring squeeze. All three of them stood at the back of the new exhibit and watched as Sam led the Bradley’s inside, and (Y/N) got her first look at the reclusive super-soldier.

Isaiah Bradley was the epitome of a super-soldier, with a muscular build carefully disguised by a windbreaker and jeans and the striking looks of a man decades younger; there was grief etched into every line and wrinkle and a fiery bitterness in his dark brown eyes, but the hardened emotions seemingly faded away the moment he got his first look at the exhibit. Isaiah’s jaw slackened and his gaze was transfixed on the statue bearing his likeness as he rested a shaking hand on his grandson’s shoulder; he spared Sam a brief look as Eli led him towards the plaque and when Sam gave him a nod, his hand slipped down to briefly grip Eli’s as he struggled to remain composed. The Bradley’s studied the statue in awe and when Eli moved to read the plaque chronicling his grandfather’s life, Isaiah stood behind him and held onto his shoulders, and (Y/N) bit her lip as they read the words she’d helped to pen.

Isaiah soon turned and slowly walked over to where Sam stood, his eyes beginning to water as his lower lip trembled. “Now, they’ll never forget what you did for this country.” Sam shook Isaiah’s outstretched hand and gave him another firm nod. “Never.” The older man finally gave in to the overwhelming onslaught of emotions, pulling Sam into a tight hug and shaking with barely-suppressed emotion. (Y/N) accepted the tissue that Bucky offered her and dabbed at her tear-filled eyes as Steve wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and pressed a chaste kiss onto her cheek, both men sniffling and covertly blinking away their own tears. After a long moment, both men separated and Sam waved (Y/N) over. “Isaiah, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I know my best friend like the back of my hand and since she’s gonna start gettin’ all modest in a sec, I’ll tell you now that she’s the one who made this possible.”

“It was very much a group effort, and one that couldn’t have happened without Sam,” (Y/N) countered, playfully bumping her best friend’s arm with her shoulder and extended her hand out towards Isaiah. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Bradley.”

Isaiah shook her hand and gave her an appraising look. “I saw you on the television tryin’ to save those GRC members. You’re an Avenger, aren’t you?”

“Part-time; I’m a historical-fiction novelist whenever I’m not helping save the world or keeping Sam here out of trouble.” The older man huffed out an amused chuckle and (Y/N) took it as a sign to continue. “Mr. Bradley, Sam and I worked with the Smithsonian to create this exhibit in order to educate the world about a part of history that our government’s tried to hide for decades, and I collaborated with the editors of the New York Times to write an article about you and your fellow servicemen that will hold the government accountable for their actions. However, we’ve made it so that the exhibit and the article will not go ahead without your say-so.”

Isaiah seemed a little taken aback by her words and possibly even touched, but he was quick to mask the sentiment behind an indifferent shrug. “Seems like they’re copin’ with a Black Captain America who’s quick to call ‘em out on national television, so why avoid a little more overdue accountability? But it’s like I already told Sam, Ms. (Y/L/N), Isaiah Bradley is dead and I’d prefer him to be left dead. After those thirty years locked away, I’m not willin’ to put a target on mine or my grandson’s back just ‘cause a Black man’s carryin’ that shield now.”

“I understand. According to the government – and in a week’s time, the rest of the world – Isaiah Bradley died in the 1980’s after thirty years of false imprisonment; Sam and I made it so that no one will ever find out that that nurse falsified your records and helped you escape.” The uncertain frown on Isaiah’s face slowly but surely vanished and (Y/N) felt her own smile return as she continued. “The only people who know that you’re still alive are all in this room: Sam, Bucky, myself and my husband.”

The older man followed (Y/N)’s gaze to where Bucky and Steve quietly stood, arching a brow at the sight of the infamous Winter Soldier rocking an infant to sleep in his arms but returning the super-soldier’s nod with one of his own. His eyes flicked over to the shorter of the two men and after a moment, both brows rose in surprise as a look of recognition crossed his weathered features. “Is that…?”

Sam tucked his hands into his pockets and answered Isaiah’s unspoken question with a nod as Steve slowly approached them. “You see, you’re not the first super-soldier we’ve worked to keep out of the public eye.”

Both (Y/N) and Sam stepped back to give Steve and Isaiah some privacy and as she wrapped an arm around her best friend’s elbow, (Y/N) watched their interaction with a soft smile on her face; there was a certain hesitancy about the way the two men walked up to each other, with deliberately slow steps and a studied gleam in their eyes, and despite the obvious differences in their appearances, it was clear that both men were kindred spirits. When Sam told her about his and Bucky’s mission to track down the Flag Smashers in Latvia, he mentioned how Zemo admitted that Steve was an exception to his personal beliefs about the corruptibility of super-soldiers because ‘there has never been another Steve Rogers’; but looking on as Isaiah shook Steve’s hand and listened to everything he had to say, (Y/N) couldn’t disagree with the Sokovian terrorist more. Isaiah is just as good a man as Steve, she thought as she and Sam exchanged a knowing look, only he was never given the same opportunity to show the world who he was.

“That’s one skinny guy.”

Sam shot Eli a reprimanding glare. “Yeah, you really need to learn some manners.”

“Hey, man, I’m just makin’ an observation,” Eli chuckled as he raised his hands in defense. “All those crazy theories online, and not one of ‘em even comes close to the truth. He really gave up bein’ Cap and went back to who he used to be, huh?”

(Y/N) smiled at the teenager’s curiosity peeking out from beneath the adolescent air of nonchalance. “That’s not exactly how he sees it. To him, he just decided to be Steve Rogers on a full-time basis and pass the shield onto the best person for the job.”

“The best and most annoying person,” Bucky added, joining their trio with a teasing grin on his face and carefully passing a fast-asleep Carina over to (Y/N) before lightly bumping Sam’s arm with his elbow. “But hey, I can personally attest that that’s practically a requirement for bein’ the Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan.”

The four of them stood and quietly watched Steve and Isaiah talk to one another, and while (Y/N) rocked her sleeping daughter in her arms, she indulged in her inner amateur historian and took a moment to appreciate the history that only a small handful of people would ever have the opportunity to know of. The thought of that history being passed down through Eli, Aj, Cass and Carina put a smile on (Y/N)’s face, and she rested her head against her best friend’s shoulder as the lyrics of a familiar uplifting song came to mind:

I’m gonna keep rolling on, no matter what the world may do, ‘cause with a love like this, there’s nothing left to do. So, let me tell ya…Doesn’t matter what you say, I’m still, I’m still gonna float away for real. In a minute, ya’ll, I’ll be gone, right or wrong, I’ma just keep rolling on and on and on and on…

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A/N: And there we have it! I had an absolute blast getting into this series and in the future, I’ll definitely continue my re-tellings of various Phase 4/5 projects but for the next one-shot, I’ll be focusing on Steve and (Y/N)’s first date after the Battle of Sokovia! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you enjoyed it!

If you haven’t checked it out already, I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series and it’s linked below. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5

Stumblin’ In Book VII: “Superhero Snapshots” Masterlist

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[timaeusterrored]

(Mmmmmm Mechanic Venus time. Thank you @vincentmatthews for putting the image into my head it won’t leave!!)

Kerry and Vax were shameless, and Kerry was 100% sure he and Johnny had both rubbed off on Vax with the way he stared at Venus over his coffee cup, drinking some tea he picked up from Misty’s shop yesterday.

Both of Kerry’s partners knew cars like the back of their hands, which was probably a good thing considering Kerry drove like a fucking maniac and needed his car tuned every now and then. But Venus really loved cars. Kerry was willing to bet he considered car his second love, or maybe he and Vax were second and cars were first.

But god sometimes Kerry forgot Venus was a nomad through and through. The city made him anxious, he begged Vax for jobs that got him back into the Badlands, he was always up before either of them were awake and ready to kickass at six am. Vax had grown up in the city and had the same odd love for it as Kerry did, and the luxury life rubbed off a bit because he slept in more often than not now and took his sweet time in the morning.

“You think he knows we’ve been watching him?” Vax asked, still shamelessly staring at Venus bent over his car.

“No, he’s on a date with his first love. We’ll be lucky if he talks to us before dinner with that level of concentration.” Kerry teased, nudging his husband. “You’ve turned shameless.”

“Not my fault we’re dating the dictionary definition of Eros. I’ve got amazing taste in men, what can I say?” Vax shrugged, Kerry rolled his eyes. When he turned back, Venus was looking back at them, smiling with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

This kid was going to be the death of them. And he knew it too, Venus was fully aware of the power he had over them. And Kerry wasn’t about to stand by and let him be smug about it.

Vax laughed as Kerry walked outside with a purpose. Venus was already wiping his hands off, still grinning as he was pulled closer once Kerry was close enough, sweat and oil be damned.

“One of these days you’re gonna drive us insane.” Kerry heard the footsteps his husband behind him, Venus still grinning at him.

“What if that’s what I want? To have two attractive, rich, and powerful men fawnin’ over me like I’m some pretty thing.” Venus took the toothpick out so he didn’t stab Kerry (something he’s done several times on accident) to give him a kiss.

Unlike himself and Vax, Venus didn’t smoke regularly. He’s smoke weed with the two of them and maybe steal a cigarette at a party but other than that, he didn’t regularly smoke. He tasted purely of the cinnamon toothpicks he chewed on while he worked, adding to his charm. Kerry couldn’t even smell cinnamon without thinking of Venus immediately.

Kerry wished he could’ve been warned before two gorgeous men entered his life at high speeds, he barely knew what to do with the first one and now here he was, he and Vax dating Venus together as the gods intended.

Venus groaned a bit and Kerry pulled back to look down at him. Their height differences were slight, Vax only an inch taller than he was, and Venus two inches shorter than Kerry.

“Hey boss?” Venus only ever called Vax that now to tease him and get him riled up. Kerry turned to his husband to see him leaned against the open garage door, head tilted to watch.

“Yes, Venus?” God his voice made Kerry knees weak.

“I don’t have a job today do I?” Venus already knew the answer, but liked asking to watch Vax struggle with his answer of ‘I’m your boss’ and ‘I wanna make you unable to walk the rest of the day’.

“Mmmmm not that I know of. I could probably find something-“

“You wouldn’t dare.” Venus narrowed his eyes at him, making V grin.

“You’re showering before you step foot in bed.” Vax started his walk back to the Villa, Kerry laughing as he adjusted his pants on his way in and looked back at Venus. “You heard the boss, shower first.”

Venus groaned again, but his tune changed when Kerry picked him up and carried him back inside.

#strong Kerry rights #AHHHH THEM #my baby boys #otp: it’s you it’s me it’s us #cyberpunk 2077 #venus ambrose #vax eurodyne #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #male v #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry #male v cyberpunk #ker x v #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #v x kerry #cyberpunk v x kerry #male v x kerry #v x kerry eurodyne #kerry x masc v #nomad v #cyberpunk nomad #street kid v #cyberpunk streetkid

[friskynotebook]

You Make It Feel Like Christmas

An Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite!

CW: age gap, food, grief, death of a loved one

Summary: Padme Amidala is a Martha Stewart-type TV personality. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a widowed veterinarian. When Padme gets into a car accident on the way to her Christmas vacation, Obi-Wan and his adorable children nurse her back to health—and help her fall in love. A rewrite of the Hallmark Christmas movie "A Christmas to Remember."

Here it is! My first Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite! I hope you all like it.

The title is from the Neil Diamond Christmas song of the same name ✨ You can listen to it here.

Also on AO3!

“How does this outfit look?”

Padme Amidala was frantically tugging at her cream-colored v-neck sweater and adjusting the bow on her blue skirt as she walked down to her kitchen set.

“It looks gorgeous,” Mon Mothma, her executive producer, reassured her. “You’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure? Because I was reading the comments—”

“Padme,” Mon sighed.

“I know, but I saw Hannah from Duluth say I looked too New York in the last episode! Too New York! Do I really look too New York?”

“No, you don’t,” Mon said. “This is exactly why I tell you to not read the comments—”

“Because I want to look fashion forward but also approachable for the Midwest—am I approachable for the Midwest?” Padme reached over to a tray of hors d’oeuvres being carried by a production assistant and sampled one. “Just a little more paprika.”

“You’re very approachable,” Mon replied. “The outfit is perfect.”

“Because this is what I’d imagine someone wearing to go to maybe an office Christmas party—you know, the silver bells vibe, icicles and winter wonderland and all that.”

“That’s exactly how it looks—you look like Elsa hosting a dinner party.”

Padme gave her best friend a look. “That wasn’t exactly what I was going for, Mon.”

“But it’s probably what those viewers in the Midwest want to see.”

Padme was about to reply when she spotted the Christmas tree on the set. “Oh, no!”

“Oh no what?” Mon asked, looking over. She waved at the set decorator, Quarsh Panaka, who rushed over.

“What’s wrong, Padme?” he asked. “You don’t look happy.”

“It’s just . . . the tree. It looks nice but so sad! And it looks like it’s dying at the bottom?” Padme peered down at the wilting stems.

“Okay, can we get someone to cheer up this tree?” Quarsh asked the assistants around them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Padme stopped an assistant wheeling over a giant gingerbread Empire State Building she had made earlier that day. “Why are there Hot Wheels at the bottom?”

“. . . Because it’s the Empire State Building? In New York City?” Dorme, the assistant, said.

“But the scale is all wrong! The cars are as tall as the first three floors of the building!” Padme fretted, wringing her hands. “Can we 86 the cars?”

“Sure, no problem,” Dorme said, pushing the cart away. 

“Thank you!” Padme called after her. “Great job with everything else!”

Another assistant came by carrying the turkey for Padme’s approval.

“Oh good! Let’s see how it looks—gaaaah!”

As Padme leaned forward to inspect the turkey, the assistant tripped, the turkey landing onto Padme’s shirt before collapsing on the ground.

“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry,” the assistant said as he scrambled to pick up the turkey.

“That was the perfect turkey,” Padme lamented, dabbing water on her sweater.

“Don’t worry, Padme, we have a backup turkey,” Mon said.

“But the backup turkey is not the perfect turkey, Mon!” Padme pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to freak out. “And what about my sweater?”

“We have a backup sweater,” Mon reassured her as a wardrobe assistant came out with an identical sweater.

“A backup turkey and a backup sweater. Perfect,” Padme sighed, following the wardrobe assistant to get changed.

##

“Mmm, that turkey looks so delicious,” Padme said, setting the turkey down on the perfectly decorated Christmas table. 

She turned towards the camera. “Thank you so much for joining me on my Christmas special. I’m Padme Amidala and from all of us at Home Style, we wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope it’s one to remember.”

“ . . . And we’re clear!” the director called.

“That was fabulous, Padme. Congratulations!” Mon beamed, walking with Padme away from the set.

“Thanks, Mon, but was it special enough for Christmas?” Padme asked.

“Of course it is,” Mon soothed. “Nobody does Christmas like you. And with your feature in Good Housekeeping coming out soon, everyone will know who Padme Amidala is.”

“So no pressure, is what you’re saying?” Padme teased, a sparkle in her eye.

Mon laughed. “Come, let’s have a cup of tea and unwind before we go.”

Mon led Padme to her office to fix them tea while Padme tried to calm herself down. Sure, the special seemed to go over well, but she was on the precipice of a career explosion—it had to be perfect, and Padme wasn’t sure the special met her sky-high expectations.

Mon set a cup of chocolate chili chai in front of her. “You seem on edge, Padme. Why don’t you come to my party tonight?” she suggested, sitting down on the couch next to her. “You can bring Anakin!”

Padme smiled and looked away. “Come on, Mon.”

“I know Anakin Skywalker isn’t your ideal man,” Mon said. “But he is a popular sportscaster and if you’re seen with him—especially at my party—it’ll help build your brand. It’s a good career move!”

Padme stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She knew Mon meant well and she wasn’t wrong by any means. But she hated feeling like her romantic life was part of her brand. She wasn’t just a TV personality—she was a person who, someday, wanted to fall in love and be happy without worrying about what it meant for her career.

Sure, Anakin was fine, but there was no spark there—if it wasn’t for her brand, she probably wouldn’t have gone on the second date.

“I think me and my brand are just going to spend the night at home soaking in the tub, curled up with a good book.” Padme deflected.

Mon sighed. “Look, I know your feelings about the holidays.”

Padme frowned. “What do you mean?”

“They’re hard on you.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Padme scoffed. “I just made an entire special devoted to Christmas!”

Mon raised her brow. “That doesn’t mean the holidays aren’t a tough period for you. You always get so stressed around this time of year.”

Trust your best friend to see right through your bullshit. Without really meaning to, Padme knew Mon had gotten to the heart of the issue.

Padme sighed. “To be honest, my mom was the one who really made Christmas special—she made me fall in love with all that magic. She’s probably the reason I got into all this in the first place . . .”

Mon placed a hand on Padme’s arm, waiting for her to continue.

“Since she’s been gone . . . Christmas hasn’t really been the same. No matter how hard I try, it never feels just right.” She shrugged. “Maybe that’s why I’m so stressed with this special—I want it to feel like Christmas with my mom. I want it to be something she’d be proud of.”

“I obviously didn’t know your mother as well as you did,” Mon began. “But I know in my heart, without a doubt, she’d be so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished.”

Padme blinked back tears and squeezed Mon’s hand. “Thank you, Mon.”

After a beat, Mon continued. “I have a proposal for you.”

Padme raised a brow. “Oh?”

“If you come to my party, I promise you won’t have to do anything for a whole week.”

“A week? I’m listening.”

“I have the most gorgeous, peaceful chalet near Aspen. Go there. Relax, unwind. It’s by some of the most gorgeous hiking trails you can imagine,” Mon exclaimed.

Padme scoffed. “When have you ever known me to be a hiker, Mon?”

“It’s also near one of the best spas in Colorado,” Mon continued.

“I do love a good spa . . .”

“I know you do! Sometimes, all you need is to get away and recharge your batteries.”

Padme considered the offer, then smiled. “You know what? I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you so much, Mon.” She reached over for a hug.

Mon squeezed her back. “Of course, Padme. It’s the least I can do . . . Now come to my party and bring Anakin!”

Padme chuckled and stood up. “Well I guess I have to now.”

“Yes, you do!”

##

Just outside Aspen, in the small town of Salida, Colorado, Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi was driving his truck down the main drag, on his way to a house call.

The lights look beautiful at this time of year. There was nothing quite like Salida’s Christmas lights twinkling on the streetlamps, even on an overcast day like today. Not for the first time, he was thankful Qui-Gon Jinn had convinced him and Satine to move with him to Colorado from their home in England.

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, he pulled into Adi Gallia’s driveway, stepping out of his truck and knocking at her door.

Adi answered quickly. “Dr. Kenobi, thank you so much. Katy just doesn’t seem . . . herself.”

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan murmured, stroking his beard. “Well, let’s take a look at our little patient.” He stepped inside and approached one of Adi’s living room chairs.

Adi sighed. “I guess I’m just a nervous mom . . .”

Obi-Wan crouched down in front of the long-haired cat and gently stroked her fur with the back of his hand. “Hello there, sweetheart . . . Feeling alright? Let’s take a look . . .”

##

“A little rest is all she needs,” Obi-Wan reassured her as Adi handed him a cup of tea. “Katy is going to be just fine.”

“Oh, thank you, Dr. Kenobi,” she said, settling down with Katy. “How are your kids doing?”

“Good, good. Korkie is reading every book he can get his hands on. Luke wants to be a vet, just like me.” He blushed, looking down at his tea. “And Leia is . . . Leia.” He chuckled.

“Have you decided what you wanted to do with your practice?”

“Well, I have my eye on a spot in town where I’m thinking about setting up my office,” he replied.

“What about the barn where your wife kept her horses?” Adi asked. “It’s such a beautiful old building.”

Obi-Wan gazed out the window, lost in thought. “Yes, it is . . . I’m just . . . not sure I’m ready yet.”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you so much for the tea, Adi, but I really must be going, I have a few more house calls to make.”

Adi started to stand as he did. “Please, don’t get up,” he said. “I can show myself out.”

“What do I owe you for today?”

Obi-Wan smiled. “No charge—It’s Christmas.”

##

“Wait, you’re going to Colorado?” Anakin asked, incredulous. He grabbed his drink from the bar set-up in Mon’s apartment. “I thought we’d hit up all the network parties here in New York.”

Padme sighed. “I’m sorry, Anakin, but when Mon offered her chalet to me—it seemed like too good an offer to pass up. Besides, I work 51 weeks out of the year—if I don’t get away now, when else can I?”

“I understand,” Anakin pouted, sipping his drink. “But don’t take too long—we’d be unstoppable.”

Padme swallowed, not quite sure how to respond.

Fortunately, she was saved from replying when Mon approached them both. “Honey, you look gorgeous!” Mon exclaimed. “And Anakin, you look as handsome as ever.”

“Milady.” Anakin tipped his drink towards Mon.

“Mon, this party is wonderful and you look stunning,” Padme beamed, squeezing her friend’s arm.

“Anakin, may I borrow Padme for a bit?”

“Only for a little while,” Anakin grinned.

“Let me introduce you to the network president,” Mon said, leading Padme to the opposite end of the room.

##

Mon came back into the kitchen after escorting the last guest out. “Padme! What are you doing?”

Padme put the last glass in the dishwasher. “I’m cleaning your kitchen! You’ve got so many dishes here—you can’t do it all yourself.”

“Which is why I have a cleaning service coming in the morning,” Mon replied. “Stop cleaning! As of right now, you’re officially on vacation.”

Padme flopped down in a chair. “Ugh, Christmas is so much work. It never felt that way when it was just me and my mom.”

Mon poured her a glass of wine and sat down on the couch. “Maybe that was because you were a child and didn’t have to do anything?” she teased.

Padme chuckled. “No, it isn’t just that . . . I remember this one Christmas when my mom made me this special dress because I was playing an angel in the Christmas pageant at school, and it was all sparkly and glowing and almost iridescent.”

She sighed. “I loved it so much, I didn’t want to take it off, even after we got home, so my mom let me fall asleep on the couch, waiting for Santa, and I fell asleep to the sound of Christmas music playing, with gingerbread wafting through the air and the feeling of her hand stroking my hair as I drifted off.”

Mon swallowed. “Your mother was very special.”

Padme nodded. “She was.”

“Maybe this break is exactly what you need—a way to make Christmas feel like it used to. Simple and magical, yet also perfect.”

Padme smiled softly. “I think you’re right.”

##

That evening, Obi-Wan found himself sitting in a local restaurant across from Siri Tachi, city hall’s office administrator, on what most people would consider a date.

To Obi-Wan, it felt more like forced confinement.

Still, he was a gentleman through and through and was trying his best to have a good time.

“This is nice,” Siri said.

Obi-Wan offered what he hoped was a believable smile and sipped his wine. “Yes. It is.”

“You know,” Siri began. “I just can’t believe we’ve never been on a date before.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “Oh?”

“Because, you know, I’ve always had a huge crush on you.”

He choked on his wine. “I, um. Definitely didn’t know that.”

“Oh come on! I thought I was being obvious!” Siri chuckled. “Of course, you were with your wife and then she . . .”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, glancing down at his plate.

“God, I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t even know why I brought that up.”

He mustered up a small yet genuine smile. “It’s alright. It happens.”

“So, how’s your—”

“Is that salad any—”

They stopped and shared an awkward laugh.

“Please, go ahead,” Obi-Wan said.

“How’s the burger?” Siri asked.

“It’s, it’s good. How’s the . . . is that tofu?”

“Did you want some? You should try some!” she exclaimed, gathering a forkful of the overcooked tofu. “It’s delicious.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” he brushed her off, reaching for his glass of wine again.

“I insist!” Siri brought the fork closer to his mouth.”

“Really, I’m not much of a tofu person,” Obi-Wan continued, backing away slightly.

“Come on!” she said, inching closer.

“Well, alright,” he agreed, bracing himself.

She shoved the forkful of tofu into his mouth—he’s had good tofu before, but this tofu was mushy and overdone and downright nasty. He choked it down as best he could.

“It’s . . .” Obi-Wan swallowed. “It has an . . . interesting consistency.”

Siri set the fork down and picked up her glass, sighing.

## 

Whenever Obi-Wan arrived home after dark, he always made a point to check in on his children.

He crept into the twins’ rooms first, kissing Leia on the forehead and settling Luke back into his bed and under the warm covers.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed when Luke started to stir. “Go back to sleep, dear one.”

When he opened Korkie’s door, he wasn’t surprised by what he saw.

“Guess who should be asleep and not reading . . .” His words were tempered by the soft grin spreading across his face.

“I just want to finish this last chapter, Dad,” Korkie whined playfully.

“Well, that chapter is going to have to wait until the morning.” Obi-Wan approached the bed, reaching for the novel in his son’s hands. “You’ll have to be in suspense all night long.”

Korkie pouted but handed the book over.

“Light off, please.”

Korkie took off his flashlight headband and handed that over to his dad.

Obi-Wan set them to the side, then tucked him in, making sure the blankets were secure around his shoulders.

“Night-night, my bookworm boy,” he said, pressing a kiss to Korkie’s temple.

Korkie smiled and closed his eyes. “Night, Dad.”

##

Obi-Wan wandered back into the kitchen, almost tripping over their little dog, Lola.

“You don’t know how to run a dishwasher?” he asked, glancing at the pots and pans littering the countertops.

Qui-Gon chuckled. “I watched the children and cooked for them tonight—isn’t that enough?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’ve done your duty.” He started loading the dishwasher as Qui-Gon fixed himself another plate of beef stroganoff. 

When Obi-Wan finished, he and Qui-Gon settled in for their regular evening game of backgammon.

“Double sixes! Again!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.

“I swear, it’s like you have a gift for this game.” Qui-Gon shook his head and took another bite of the stroganoff.

“If you’re jealous, Qui-Gon, just say so.” Obi-Wan made his move on the board.

“So, how did it go with what’s-her-name?” Qui-Gon asked around his food.

“Siri?” Obi-Wan stroked his beard. “Well, she force-fed me tofu.”

Qui-Gon wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”

Obi-Wan turned back to the board. “It just wasn’t a good fit. I don’t really like being set up anyways.”

Qui-Gon took another bite, sensing Obi-Wan hadn’t finished.

Obi-Wan leaned back, stroking his beard again. “To tell you the truth,” he began, “I think these things should happen naturally. Organically . . . Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.”

“It’ll feel right,” Qui-Gon supplied.

Obi-Wan smiled and turned his focus back to the game. “Exactly.”

##

“God, I can’t see anything on these roads,” Padme lamented, driving her rented sedan down a remote Colorado road. “Why didn’t they have any SUVs left at the airport?”

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying valiantly to keep the car driving in a straight line.

##

At the Lars’ farm on the outskirts of town, Obi-Wan packed his medical bag as Luke watched on in awe. Obi-Wan stood, petting the horse and kissing her muzzle. 

“What did you think? Pretty amazing, right?” he asked his son.

“Yeah, it was!” Luke exclaimed as Obi-Wan put an arm around him. “She’s gonna be okay.”

“Yes, she will.”

“And the foal?” Luke asked.

Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder. “She knows exactly what to do. They’re both going to be just fine, darling, don’t you worry.”

“I was pretty worried before your dad got here,” Owen Lars teased. “And when I saw he brought you, I knew Betsy was in good hands.”

Luke giggled, leaning against his father.

“Hey, Obi-Wan, can I talk to you for a minute?” Owen asked, turning to Obi-Wan.

“Why don’t you head to the truck, Luke? I’ll be there in a second.”

“Okay!” Luke ran off.

Owen sighed, then met Obi-Wan’s eyes. “Look, I hate to do this to you, but . . . We’re a little bit short right now—”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “Owen, don’t worry about it.” He placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s the holidays.”

“I’ll settle up with you in the new year,” Owen promised.

“Alright,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan.” Owen offered him his hand.

Obi-Wan shook it. “Anytime, Owen.”

“In the meantime, you have to take home one of Beru’s apple pies. They’re the best in the county for a reason.”

Obi-Wan grinned. “We would love that.”

##

Padme slapped the radio off after Mariah Carey played for the fourth time that hour.

“I can’t hear myself think,” she muttered, focusing on the road.

“Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t right—I’m going the wrong way.

Padme reached for her phone, trying to find Waze. “What do you mean no signal?! Damn it!”

She threw her phone into the seat next to her and looked up—only to see a deer standing in the middle of the road.

“Oh!”

She turned the wheel hard and skidded on black ice, crashing into a snowbank and down a small hill.

No-pressure tags: @obiknights @your-dose-of-obidala @cypanache @celestial-alignment @alabama-metal-man @heyhawtdawgs

#obidala #obi wan x padme #obi-wan kenobi x padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #my fic #my writing

[jaymber]

For whoever strikes you as you go: 4, 26, 33, and 53? 👀💚

Vaea

4. what tarot card from the major arcana would you associate with them?

Despite being my V, I never really associated Vaea with the Fool card. He’s much more of a Hangman. He is indecisive, and prone to self-sacrifice. Like, he would literally die for his loved ones!

Amy

26. if they do merc work, do they have one dedicated fixer? if so, who?

If Amy is sometimes sent on gigs by Vaea, Regina Jones is her go-to fixer. Amy feels like she owes the fixer, and never refuses her a gig. And Regina is always careful to pick gigs suited for Amy, ones that shouldn’t shed too much blood or frustrate her too much.

Linda & Flavio

33. what is/was their relationship like with their parents? 

The Llorente siblings lost their parents on the same day, thanks to a car accident when they were 6 and 12. Linda doesn’t remember much about them, but when she thinks about the past, she pictures them as a perfect couple raising their two kids in a clean house with white picket fences. Her dad taught her to ride a bike, her mom let her help in the kitchen during dinner. A perfect family, she'd say.

For Flavio, they were far from perfect. Overworked and constantly fighting with one another. One kid was already hard to raise, and Linda coming into the picture only made it more difficult time and money wise. Flavio taught Linda to ride a bike, Flavio made dinner while looking over her sister so she wouldn’t burn herself.

After their deaths, the siblings were raised by their maternal grandmother. Linda disliked how strict she was, while Flavio finally felt like there was an adult with them to raise them properly.

Linda adores her parents, while Flavio resents them.

Gabby

53. would your character ever make an explicit braindance?

It’s Gabby’s job to make explicit BDs and XBDs. The snuffier, the better. Ze started right after being fired from Militech, back in 2078. Ze loves being recorded, or recording hir own sensations. It’s definitely something ze does for fun (ze doesn’t need the money) and ze wouldn’t stop for anything in the world!

#hehehe thanks for allowing to cheat with question 33 :p #and thanks for the ask!!!! #oc: vaea temarii #oc: amy withers #oc: linda llorente #oc: flavio llorente #oc: gabby luccessi

[puchiponn]

Genshin impact driving headcanons

I'm in a car rn and It got me thinking, what if I made genshin driving hcs?? I haven't seen one b4,, so,,

Charas include; childe, zhongli, kaeya, ayato, thoma, jean, paimon, ei, timmie

Comment who I should do next!

Childe

THIS MAN WOULD DEFO TREAT IT LIKE BUMPER CARS ISTG,,

HE'D GET INTO SUDDEN RACES W STRANGERS

AND ALL THE MECHANICS IN THE CITY KNOW HIS NAME.

He CAN drive properly, but he wants to scare you. Not to mention he DOES have the money.

He's in line to be the next archon of speeding tickets.

Zhongli

He doesn't drive. Childe doubles as his personal chauffeur.

This man travels w ✨STYLE✨

But not his wallet

He never gives childe gas money.

Though if he had to drive, he'd defo crash the car.

All these buttons r too high-tech for this 6000+ yr old boomer

But don't worry! The car is fine thanks to his geo shield!

Kaeya

This man would be very picky w cars. He only drives sexy cars.

Definitely drunk drives.

The type to pick ppl up by readjusting his dark sunglasses and saying "hey bbgorl r u lost?" W the most shit eating grin you've ever seen.

Prolly has a body or two in the car trunk but it doesn't matter.

When he's not drunk he's pretty law abiding when driving. Kinda. But only because of Jean.

Plays WAP on loop in his car. Especially when a sister from the church decides to hitch a ride.

Ayato

He drives properly. He drives well. A bit too well considering he rarely drives.

Except when thoma is in the car. He becomes childe 2.0

He will stop by EVERY Boba place. And nothing can stop him.

Wdym that's too much boba?? Have you seen the never-ending supply of armpit Boba he has??

Ayato is a law abiding responsible driver for the most part. He IS the head of the yashiro commission after all.

Thoma

He takes the wheel whenever ayato is having too much fun. We can't let him crash the 69th car this month.

He has a mini heart attack everytime ayato sits in the driver's seat.

Thoma drives the kamisato siblings everywhere.

It's his duty as their servant! Defo not bc he doubts his masters or anything! OKAY. MAYBE HE'S A LITTLE WORRIED ABT THEM.

Long drives w thoma would be rly relaxing. There will be a comfortable silence and occasional small talk between you two. Unfortunately, his gentle voice quickly lulls you to sleep, so you can't admire his side profile and jawline for too long.

Jean

Like thoma, she is responsible.

THIS WOMAN IS A RESPONSIBLE, RELIABLE, GOOD AT DRIVING, WON'T CAUSE YOU ANY CONCUSSIONS IN AN ACCIDENT BC SHE WONT GET INTO ONE, OVERALL SUPER DOORMAT LIKE driver.

She doesn't drunk drive.

She doesn't get speeding tickets.

She stops at red lights.

She doesn't get into rando races.

She is a v good driver.

If you want to live another day, have Jean drive you. It's the safest bet and will defo save you from 2 hrs of wap/cocomelon on loop. Unless kaeya and Klee decided it'd be a funny joke.

Paimon

Paimon is physically too small to drive. The only car she can drive is this one

The cart will be loaded w snacks and traveller has to push.

It's alright traveller! Paimon isn't heavy!

Paimon floats even in the mini car :D

Ei

She can't drive. Yae miko and Sara drive her.

She doesn't even know how to start a car.

She's great at charging electric ones though! When you tell her it's an electric car, she tries to control it with her powers, but then only realizes that she completely destroyed the car after a very loud "BOOM"

She'll then nervously ask how much it costed... can she borrow a loan from the 3 commissions first?? That's a lot of money! Sorry traveller!!

She was revoked of driving privileges. Use the teleport waypoints!!

Even the fish can drive better than you!!

But it's a part of your charm! We love you ei!

Timmie

Underage.

But if he had a car, it's a communal pigeon toilet!

It's not a car, it's a fucking truck full of pigeons n pigeon shit. You'd mistake it for a cement truck.

From Timmie's car, squawking is heard daily. Apparently ganyu, Sara and venti killing his birds daily gave him a corruption arc n he started imprisoning his pigeons in a car !??

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #gn reader #genshin #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin kaeya #genshin ayato #genshin thoma #genshin jean #genshin paimon #genshin ei #genshin timmie #childe #tartagila #ajax #zhongli #morax #rex lapis #kaeya #kaeya alberich #ayato #kamisato ayato #thoma #jean #acting grandmaster jean #paimon #emergency food #baal #raiden ei

[evelynshq]

[EVELYN HARPER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [AISHA DEE]. You must be the [27] year old [BARISTA AT BLACK CAT CAFE]. Word is you’re [RESILIENT] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [BAD INTENTIONS BY NIYKEE HEATON]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS] || @aurorabayaesthetic

tw: mental health, substance use, death

Full Name: Evelyn Hope Harper 

Nicknames: Evie, Eve, Harper

Gender / Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/Her 

Sexual Orientation: bisexual w a preference for women

Birthday: October 30th, 27 years old, Scorpio 

Hometown: Aurora Bay, California - born and raised, left for 10 years and returned three months ago

Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments 

Personality Traits: Impulsive, Indecisive, Creative, Adaptive, Resilient, Deceitful, Guarded, Resourceful and Independent

Face Claim: Sarah Jeffery

Height: 5’3” 

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Light Brown

Piercings: Ears 

Tattoos: planet & stars on her inner hip 

Hobbies/Interests: playing guitar, piano, flute, ukulele, swimming, hiking, biking, writing, reading, drawing, painting, crocheting, skateboarding, hockey, basketball, partying

can be seen dressed in a variety of styles- prides herself on her eclectic fashion-sense 

likes anything oreo

night owl over early bird

prefers warmer weather (spring / summer) 

favorite holiday is halloween 

favorite animals are giraffes 

favorite color is green 

smells like vanilla and honey 

favorite artist: Halsey 

Evelyn Hope Harper was born to a nurturing and supportive family. The only child to Erin and Anthony Harper - their pride and joy. It was a typical start with occasional disagreements, parents volunteering for school trips, last minute outings to parks, libraries, beaches, and vacations all around the west coast. Evelyn’s mother, Erin was a receptionist for the local dentist office with welcome all with the kind of smile that could allow the most pessimist an opportunity to smile. Erin was a warm hug through and through whereas Evelyn’s father, Anthony, was a marshmallow wrapped around sand paper. Anthony was a truck driver who would have to leave his family for long periods of time, always returning back to where he belonged. Anthony participated in as much as Evelyn’s life as his job allowed. He was the most vulnerable when it came to his daughter and the relationship they shared. Evelyn spent a significant amount of time with her father growing up, learning a variety of skills from how to play various instruments, how to start a camp fire, ice skating, how to unlock a locked car, and practicing situational awareness. Evelyn had scored the ultimate gift of a cohesive family unit. 

Evelyn was the type of child who wanted to explore the world’s greatest treasures - a true adventurer. If there was something that sparked her interest, she was going to give it a go. Evelyn loved to learn and treated the world with kindness. Her spirit had radiated a vibrant yellow, thanks to the environment that she grew up in. However, it wasn’t always peachy keen. At times there were days that had been filled with sadness, mistakes that were made and hard to forgive, and apologies that needed to be given. The world was a place with so much darkness to where Erin and Anthony made sure that Evelyn minimally had to experience those instances. While Anthony and Erin were great parents, they hadn’t always been so as partners to one another. Evelyn’s parents had decided that through all the rough waters that had faced together, they were going to put in the work, go to counseling, keep their little family together. 

Little did she know that her world was about to get smaller a short few months after her tenth birthday. Despite all medical interventions, Anthony had passed away due to injuries that he sustained during a fatal car accident. Anthony was on his way to a school concert for Evelyn after work and never made it there. Her father had anticipated in surprising Evelyn with a new guitar and Erin, a vow renewal ceremony. There was nothing that felt more catastrophic to the Harper women than the loss of Anthony. Their loss brought them closer together for a period of time and they were the anchor for the other. Although life was hard, they had the support of family and friends to lift their spirits. 

After three years, Erin had begun her own spiral of grief with limited availability to care for Evelyn. It had felt like a lifetime already without Anthony. Being the only parent, Erin had begun to feel the weight of how difficult raising a child was alongside all other life’s expectations. Evelyn moved around after school to various relatives and family friends because Erin had to “stay late at work” or some other rationale, which in reality,  she was driving to bars around town and finding her own way to silence the suffering. Evelyn watched her mother from afar fade away into a person that she no longer recognized. She starting showing up late to school events, was calling out of work in the middle of the week, and spending less time creating home-cooked meals. As a child, Evelyn was rather naive into the understanding of what was happening with her mother. 

Evelyn had her own struggles - grieving the loss of her father while also experiencing the distant of her mother. Evelyn couldn’t put her finger on why but started to wonder if there was something she had done to cause the change in the relationship. When confronting her mother about these feelings, Evelyn noticed how cold, withdrawn, and angry her mother had become towards her: she was a reminder of her husband.  Evelyn had a practice that was cancelled last minute and she went home on the bus that afternoon. During that afternoon home alone, Evelyn was going to surprise her mother with a home-cooked meal that a thirteen year old could do on her own. In the midst of looking for supplies, Evelyn had stubbled upon Erin’s drug paraphenlia.  When discussing this with another adults in her life, they had realized that the Harper residence was no longer a safe environment for her. This allowed for an intervention that Evelyn’s mother desperately needed. Erin went to receive support for her substance use, in addition to her mental health in order to be able to take care of her daughter again. It was a long road, but after two years between inpatient and outpatient treatment, she would gain her rights again. There were a couple of solid years where her mother stayed on the right path, and things seemed as if they were going to be better for the both of them. Evelyn’s mother ended up with a relapse when she was seventeen years old. Evelyn stayed with an aunt, finished out the rest of high school and decided to move to the east coast. 

Evelyn was trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life and what her life was going to look like moving forward. Keeping it light, Evelyn got herself a job on the boardwalk selling typical tourist merchandise. While working her first summer in the new city, Evelyn met a man that instantly had her at hello. She got herself into a relationship that ended up being toxic, emotional, and controlling. She had been craving the ability to give and receive love that she had been blind for some time about what it looked like to have a healthy relationship. This relationship last for two years and so did the job at the boardwalk. Evelyn eventually found herself in a variety of working environments while living on her own and establishing her social network and other hobbies. Some of these places include: restaurants, ski resorts, record shops, animal shelters, coffee shops, arcades, bookstores, etc. She learned so many skills that Evelyn was able to connect with a wide range of individuals. Evelyn was the woman that nearly everyone could get along with. She was outgoing, adventurous, intelligent, bubbly, and confident. 

During one of her many employments after the boardwalk, Evelyn fell into a relationship with a man who would eventually cheat on her with a coworker. This wouldn’t be her last taste at poor intuition. Evelyn had been working at another one of her jobs and began a friendship that she hadn’t known she needed. It was the first time in a long time that she felt cared for. The woman brought back that vibrant yellow aura in Evelyn, allowing her to be an authentic version of herself without attempting to change who she was. It was refreshing to envision the future with a potential person that could provide her with the compassion that she had been desperately trying to replicate from, in different ways, the loss of both of her parents. After disclosing intimate feelings for the woman, Evelyn’s world once again came crashing down. The feelings were not reciprocated. 

Evelyn went into her own maladative patterns of destruction: shopping sprees, staying out until early in the morning, periodic hook-ups, and even her own drug use. Her feelings of hopelessness, isolation, and grief were so strong that Evelyn had to seek her own mental health treatment. For her, it was dark and uncertain. After receiving the support that she needed, Evelyn was stable enough to return to life. 

Evelyn decided then and there that she was going to go college and find something that she could turn into a passion. Evelyn wanted to give herself a real opportunity to establish a career. She eventually found herself returning back home not only to take courses, but slowly attempting to mend her relationship with her mother. Evelyn has been back in Aurora Bay for about three months. In that time, Evelyn has been helping her mother clean up the house and adopt a furry friend to provide her with some company. In order to pay for tuition, Evelyn seeked employment at the Black Cat Cafe. 

Evelyn recently moved out of her mothers house and moved into Ocean Crest Apartments, along side her partner in paws, Marley. She is looking for a fresh start in the place that she had always know as home. While feeling fueled with optimism of her new start, she still is on edge of others. She has lost trust and remains rigid on allowing anyone in about what she had experienced when she was on the east coast. For those who knew Evelyn before would had trouble picking her out of a crowd now. She’s superficial and vague but can carry a conversation if it’s what she truly wants. 

#aurorabay.intro #mental health tw #substance use tw #death tw

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 565, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1158

When the four of us got back to the house again, Josh called for an Uber while Peter carried Sammi inside and put her into one of the guest bedrooms. She was starting to rouse from being knocked out for her MRI, and I knew that she would only be groggy and urpy for the rest of the day. I set a sealed bottle of water, a condiment cup with an Ibuprofen, the bottle with her medication, to be taken once every twelve hours for ninety days and an unopened sleeve of saltine crackers onto her bedside table.

I drew a blanket up over her drowsy form, smiling before leaving the room, turning the lights off and leaving the door partway open.

“Okay, Sammi bunny is completely out of it!” I announced as Mittens darted into the guest bedroom with a loud MEOW.

“Yeah, her doctor told me that for the invasive MRI scan, he had to sedate her,” Peter told me with a soft him, leaning over the kitchen island. “So what next?”

“I think she’ll want to look into who gets custody of Baby Noah in the event that she dies,” I hummed. “I know for a fact that she will not give him to his father regardless of what happens.”

“Ah, good point,” he nodded. “And now if you would kindly excuse me, I’ll go and do some research on the subject at hand sweetheart.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of my head before going into his man cave located in the garage.

I felt the rumbling of the garage door opening beneath my feet, and knew that Isabelle and the kids had arrived back at home again. Peter had gotten Isabelle’s junk bucket of a car up and running again, but had told her that it would only be a matter of time before it would go toes up again, that the next time, it would be for goodsies. Peter and Isabelle had been scouring FaceBook marketplace, looking for a study, reliable second handed car for purchase. So far, Isabelle had two cars in mind and was negotiating a fair price with the sellers. Peter and I would be paying for half of the cost, making the purchase easier for the almost twenty one year old family nanny and so that she could invest more of her funds into her schoolings.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Katie cheered as she bounced up the stairs and straight into my arms with Elle and Jing in her arms. “Isabelle’s car stopped on the freeway and a bunch of bikers helped get the car started up again!”

“Yeah, my car had officially yeed it’s last haw,” Isabelle deadpanned, coming up with Baby Eve and Baby Jojo, Elizabeth carrying Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy. Baby Tommy and Baby Noah both came up the stairs on their hands and knees with their little dollie in their mouths. “A bunch of bikers helped get it up and running again to limp back home again.”

“Oh, that was nice of them!” I commented as the babies were settled into two baskets of washed laundry, which had long since become their official thrones. “Did you all say thank you to the nice bikers?”

Baby Tommy giggled as he made (what I could only assume) was his best attempt at mimicking motorcycle sounds as he galloped up to me.

“Did the motorcycles go GRRR GRRR GRRR?” I asked him, laughing as he popped an imaginary kick stand up before swinging his chubby little man leg over, mimicking a motorcycle.

Baby Tommy toddled into the sunroom to pull out his blocks and Elizabeth and Katie both took their seats at the kitchen island.

“Mommy here?” Baby Noah meeped, toddling up to me and throwing his arm up. “Mommy here?”

“Yes, your mommy and you will be spending a few weeks with us,” I told him, purposely being vague. “She had a doctor’s appointment today and will need to be watched closely. She is in good hands now.”

“Mommy, is Auntie Sammi alright?” Elizabeth asked me with a worried hum.

“Yes, Auntie Sammi is fine.” I hated lying to the kids, but I wasn’t sure of how she would address the tumor in her head. “She’s just really tired from being examined by the doctor. It would be best if we let her rest until tomorrow, okay?”

Both girls looked at me with squinted eyes that told me that they didn’t believe the little white lie that I just spoon fed them.

And before they could say anything, Baby Tommy came up to me and tugged on my finger.

“Mommy, mesies dollie needsies food!” he babbled, bouncing up and down on his feet. “Pleasies?”

“How do leftovers sound to everyone?” I asked, heading over to the refrigerator and opening it to start pulling out Tupperware and covered bowls. “I do think that tonight calls for a more laid back dining plan!”

The girls still looked massively unconvinced as I opened a bag and took out a slice of pepperoni pizza. I took a bite as I removed the last thing- a bowl of pasta and sauce and set that onto the kitchen island.

“Katie, can you please go tell daddy that it’ll be a fend for yourself kind of night for dinner tonight?” I asked her, pointing my lips at the cupboard to tell Elizabeth what she could do to help me.

“Anything you say, mommy…” Katie padded over to the back door, stuffing her feet into a pair of her bright yellow house slippers before disappearing down the stairs to do as I bided her to do.

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[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Omg wait can i request a fic where reader feels like they aren’t good enough for eddie and venom so reader breaks up with them and eddies sad and just a lot of angst (BUT happy ending) if not thats okay !

A/n: Day 5!! I'm think about just extending the weekathon to the entire month! Not too sure yet, but I should decide quickly huh!! I just think it'd be fun to do something like that. Maybe get more and more festive along the way. What do you think?

Song: Halley's Comet by Billie Eilish

"So, that's just it? You're just gonna up and leave and not tell us why?"

He wanted to sound mad, but his voice gave it all away. You couldn't stand the thought of what you were doing to them both. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at them as you left. You didn't even bother to grab your things. You just left emptyhanded.

Subconsciously, maybe you knew you'd find your way back eventually. But...Not now.

The weight of the world began to crush you with every step you took away from their place. You knew they were watching you from the window. If you had to leave, they'd at least make sure you'd stay safe.

It all felt like a cruel punchline to an unfunny joke. How could you be such a fool to think you'd be good for them? They....They were a protector. A lethal one, but still a protector. They helped people and saved the world from every threat imaginable. You sometimes couldn't even drag yourself out of bed.

It didn't seem fair to drag them down like that. They deserved better. They deserved the world, and you just couldn't give them that. Someday they'd find someone who would.

That night was spent alone on a friend's spare guest bed. The world was so quiet. There were no streetlights beaming into your room. There was no more sounds of late night traffic or the people talking and walking as they passed under your shared window.

There was no more fighting Venom for the comforter because he'd purposely hog it just to get your attention. It always worked. There wasn't the usually jokes about forgetting to set your alarms for the work morning ahead.

You simply set your alarm and laid down. The world seemed so much colder and emptier. It didn't seem fun and bright anymore. The bed felt much more spacious now.. The pillows felt too squishy and new. The sheets looked nothing like his.

Staring at the wall wasn't going to put you to sleep any faster, so you rolled over and clamped your eyes shut. You willed yourself to not cry.

The tv kept repeating the same old stuff. Robbery after robbery. Someone got shot. A car accident. Oh, it's going to rain tomorrow.

We should be fixing that..

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore."

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore either, V."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Normally there'd be some form of a pep talk from you, but now.. Your spot on the couch was empty. All that was there to suggest that you even existed was your favorite throw pillow.

With hesitation, Eddie grabbed the pillow and held it in his lap. It still looked brand new, and that's simply because you always knew how to take care of things. Nothing of yours ever really got broken or misplaced..And you always knew just how to handle things.

"I miss them."

A thought they shared in common. It's felt like months, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Your things were still occupying space here. It was almost torturous having to look at them each day and know that you weren't going to come home.

It was that thought that broke them both. They curled up on the couch, sad and defeated. The world was incomplete because you weren't here to make ti better. A rough day at work? You'd say, "Oh, don't worry." as you made some hot coco to relax with. Emotions getting out of control? You were always there with ways to fix them.

Did they take you for granted? Did they forget to cherish you? Did they do something wrong? Everyone always told them that they were just screwups who ruined everything, so maybe they just fucked it up again.

Maybe they'd learn to live with it. Just not today.

It's just not home anymore. Home is where you were.

The rain was awfully heavy today. But you were thankful. Today was hitting you harder than the last few. You were stumbling down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your face. Nothing seemed to hold any meaning anymore. You'd pass by Mrs. Chen's shop, and normally you'd stop by there to get Eddie and V a snack or two. But now, you simply keep walking.

Today you just let your body walk. To where? Wherever you felt like you needed to go. You were so tired, and so worn down. That only help cement in the fact that you just... You were an absolute nobody. Who could love a nobody?

If only you were born gifted with the brains, the talents or even the powers. Maybe you'd be worth something. Maybe you'd see yourself as more. Maybe if you felt like you held any importance to anyone, you'd find a reason to stick around anywhere, with anyone.

Despite wanted to be more to literally anyone, all you could think is being better for them. They meant so much, no, no, they mean so much to you. It felt so dumb and childish to be so hung up on two of the goofiest creatures on this planet. You couldn't lie to anyone. You were hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock, a man who truly was a breed of his own. And you were in love with Venom, an alien with a heart bigger than his stomach but he's too embarrassed to say it.

You don't want to love them anymore. Because you still believe it was better to not be with them.

You slumped against a light post and wiped your eyes. You tried everything to stop the tears from flowing, but that only made them multiply. You'd scold yourself if you had the energy.

The world really did begin to feel more and more empty. People seemed to walk pass and not even give you a second glance. None of them cared, and to be honest, neither did you. Normally you never noticed other people, because you'd be so wrapped up in whatever it was you and Eddie, and yes, Venom too, were doing.

But they aren't here anymore. You were back to where you started. Alone and afraid of what the world had in store. You used to wake up knowing what you'd be doing...But now you weren't sure.

You remained leaned against the streetlight for an eternity. The sun had set and the moon had risen, yet you remained put. Everything was cold now. The rain had subsided, but the light continued to drip down on you, but even then, you didn't have the willpower to move.

It's better to be cold than to have never been warm, right? That is how the saying goes...Right?

You sniffled, waiting for the next set of drops to hit your head, but they never did. You slowly looked up and saw someone's hands holding up a jacket. They looked like they were doing their best to hold it up like an umbrella, and without touching you. You recognized the jacket immediately, even just from seeing the inside of it. You'd worn it so many times.

You stood up straight and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Eddie. He looked just as tired as you, and just as lost. He looked like he had a million things to say, but it seems like the cat had his tongue.

The universe was giving you a chance. For some reason.

"I'm sorry." was the first thing to spill out of your mouth.

"We're sorry, too."

"You didn- It was me. I was.." You took a step back from under the jacket, but it seems like Venom wasn't having any of that. He moved Eddie's body for him, this time, draping the jacket on your shoulders.

You gently crossed your arms and held them close, appreciating the gesture now.

"You can leave now. If you want." Eddie moved back a little, "We just saw that you were cold.."

"I don't want to go." you gripped onto the jacket, trying to fight the new wave of tears threatening to come out, "I just.. I had to because I felt like I wasn't good enough."

You were about to ramble on when Eddie cut you off, "That's why you left?"

"I'm sorry." You felt like you could just curl up and die on the sidewalk.

You looked down, staring at the cracks that littered the walkway. You'd find someway to make this poetic.

Two hands, one human and the other very much not, wrapped themselves around you as they pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Did we make you feel that way?"

The way Eddie's voice cracked made your arms go limp at your sides.

"No. I made myself feel that way- But I can't help it. You guys do so much good and I-"

"We love you."

The hug got tighter, "We used to do what we did because it was the right thing to do. But then we met you and it all changed. It seems so cliche to say that, but...It's true."

"You're just saying that."

"We adore you. We promised to do everything we can to make sure we leave this world a better place for you."

Your hands shook as your fought with yourself. You wanted to hold them just as close as they were holding you, but you felt-

"I don't deserve this.."

Unworthy.

In typical Brock fashion, and never knowing how to truly deal with his emotions, Eddie clung to you, almost pleading, "Would you just listen to what we're saying."

"You can't love me."

"Why the hell not? Huh? Whose going to stop us?"

"Nobody's going to stop us."

"Why is it me. Out of all the worthy people, why me?"

"You're such a good person. I know you don't see that..But you're the kindest person I've ever met."

"Certainly the nicest I've met..."

Every last word you wanted to yell out into the night sky just vanished from your mind. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and squeezed as hard as you could.

"How many times do we have to say it to make you believe it?"

"I'll say it a billion times," Eddie said, "Most guys would quit at a million but me? I don't know when to quit."

"It's true. He doesn't. But if saying it a billion times gets you to come home, then I'd do it a million more than him."

"I," You started, taking in a deep shaky breath, "I wanna go home regardless."

"We can talk more there if you're comfortable."

"With coco."

"I would like that."

The walk home was a talkative one.

Eddie's hand held yours tightly, but not too tight. He was so afraid that if he didn't hold it firmly enough, you'd simply slip away again. He was sure as hell not letting that happen again.

The apartment looked the exact same as when you left. You were so surprised by that. Normally they'd be a mess if you were gone for too long, and the apartment would reflect that.

"It all looks the same."

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie busied himself with fetching the hot chocolate ingredients.

"We couldn't bring ourselves to ruin your hard work...Or move your things." For the first time, Venom seemed sad.

They both seemed tired. You wanted to feel bad, knowing that they felt that way because of you. But knowing that they loved you meant that they felt bad, not because of you, but because you were gone.

Without thinking, your hand reached out and grabbed Eddie's arm, startling him a little.

"Can we go lay down for a little bit.." you asked quietly, "I think we all need a little rest."

Relief washed over him as he set down the cups and lead the way to the bedroom. There was no more words as you three crashed onto the mattress. Venom used a small tendril to turn the lamp off and pull you closer to Eddie.

"Are you okay with loving a nobody like me?" you asked as you watched him shut his eyes.

"Are you okay with loving two nobodies?"

"We are all losers."

Venom pulled a blanket over you and Eddie, going so far as to fluff the pillows under your heads.

"And that's okay. I love us the way we all are."

You yawned for the first time in ages as your eyes closed, "I love us too."

There was that familiar light coming through the window. And there was the sounds of the cars and the people. The world felt just right and you were home. You moved closer to Eddie and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, and his arms were quick to wrap around you.

You felt a soft tendril wrap around your arm.

"I know what you're feeling and what you're thinking." His voice sounded surprisingly quiet, "But you are more than enough for us. We don't say it, but sometimes we feel the same way. You could certainly do better than us. But.."

The tendril tighten a little, but not enough to really do much.

"You left and we realized...We don't know what to do without you. We didn't feel like doing anything anymore. It felt pointless."

You turned your head to look at your arm, seeing two small white eyes staring at you with a mixture of sadness and adoration.

"I know I'm not good with these human emotions..I might never be good with them, but..I know that I love you. And Eddie loves you too. We always try our best to show you..But you are truly all we need to be happy in this life."

You were a bit shocked with how much Venom had to say. Most of the time, he tried to use the least amount of words possible to get his point across, so you knew that he meant it.

"You both complete me, and for once, I finally have the courage to say it, because I don't know when I'll get the chance to say it again."

You smiled softly at him, and moved your arm in a way where you could place a soft kiss onto the top of his tiny little worm head.

"I won't leave again. I promise we can talk about it first."

"Talking is good."

"I love you, V."

"I love you too." He seemed to pause as he shot a glance up to Eddie, just to make sure he was still asleep, "More than that guy."

"Not possible." Eddie groaned, adjusting a little.

You smiled a little as you curled up under the blanket and actually shut your eyes for good for the night. Finally, a good night's rest. You still had doubts, maybe not many and none as big and frightening as before, but that was normal.

Not everything in life is a given or a certainty. You're not promised to tomorrow and it's not a give that you'll be a millionaire. But where you are now is where you're supposed to be. Don't doubt it. The two halves of your heart will quite literally walk to the ends of the universe just to see you smile, and that's more than enough for you.

#venom imagine #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader