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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Heya so I’ve been watching the new Mandalorian and loving Din and such but I was gonna ask if I can make a request. What about Reader getting jealous of Din and Bo’s relationship growing as friends (because fyi I see Bo liking woman idk? My opinion hahahah) anyways and also how Bo is becoming like more motherly to Grogu and Reader feels like Din can replace her so she decides to just move out of the way and then maybe Din finds out why she is being like this and it ends with comforting loving and reassuring smut? Idk up to you. I love love love your stories. You are my favorite writer

AN | Ohh but no, this was a good one. Enjoy🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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You tried to hide the scowl on your face as you looked over at the two Mandalorians speaking to each other, clearly in deep conversation. Apparently you weren’t doing a great job because you felt a gentle tugging on the bottom of your pants. You looked down to find Grogu looking up at you with big eyes filled with concern and his ears downturned. He trilled softly and you let out a small sigh.

You crouched down so you were closer to his level and lightly scratched the top of his head, “what’s wrong, my small love?”

He let out a small huff of frustration, letting you know that he knew you knew exactly what this was about. Your expression shifted to sheepishly as you shrugged lightly, “it’s nothing, I promise. I’m just being silly.”

Grogu reached out a small hand out and tried to touch your face as best as he could. He really was the sweetest thing being you had ever met and he definitely helped you to forget what you had been annoyed about in the first place.

That was until several long shadows fell over you and you looked up to find Din and Bo-Katan standing over the two of you. You pulled back from Grogu and almost instantly jumped up, shrinking away from the imposing warriors.

“Is everything alright?” Bo always managed to be so calm and calculating that it served to unnerve you. You were sure that it wasn’t anything intentional, just how she was, but it still sent a shiver down your spine. There was something incredibly intimidating about her.

“Y-yes,” you nodded lightly, swallowing back all the reasons things were definitely not alright. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Din; you could feel his gaze intently trained on you, “of course.”

“Are you s-”

“We should head into town,” Bo cut Din off, whether or not intentionally you weren’t sure, and jerked her head in the direction of the nearby city center, “and settle down for the night. We might be here for a few days. Come on, kid.”

Bo gently scooped Grogu into his arms, holding him in a gentle manner that allowed him to see everything that was going on. He seemed happy to be held and you couldn't help the fact that that made your heart ache slightly.

He really loved her and she was clearly fond of him. You took your disappointment and compartmentalized it, shoving it to the very back of your mind. Everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Right? Right.

The fact that Din followed you closely and kept trying to say something to you wasn't lost on you. You did your best to try and ignore the feeling of nervous butterflies in your stomach. You knew he wouldn’t let things go that easily, so the best you could do was avoid him.

But Din Djarin had other ideas.

That night, once you were all settled into your rooms at the city center’s hotel, you heard a knock at your door. The three of you had all separate rooms, taking advantage of the opportunity to get some space. You closed your eyes for a moment before sighing softly and walking to the door; you opened it after a few beats of hesitation.

You found Din on the other side, alone for once, and a definite air to him. You could practically feel the expression under the helmet; luckily for you, you’d been privy to getting a glimpse of his face so you could picture it accurately.

“Din,” you said quietly, acknowledging his presence with a small nod, “what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” and oh. Did his voice have to drop that low and soft? It made you want to run and jump into his arms, “if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” you stepped to the side and let him, slowly closing the door behind you, leaning against it as you watched him go to the window and look out. It was silent between the two of you for a few moments, and you could feel the tension radiating off him, “what did you need?”

You heard him sigh, and the familiar sound tugged up the corner of your mouth into a small smile. He turned back to you, his hands settling on his hips; he was trying to search for the right words and felt like he was falling short, “you’re off…lately.”

“I’m off?” you echoed, “what do you mean? Wait - are you getting rid of me-”

“No,” a firm, resolute answer. He swallowed thickly, “you. You’ve been acting differently lately. Something is bothering you.”

Of course he was right on the money. But you didn’t want me to know that - at least not yet. You tried to plaster on the most natural smile you could, but you were sure it was more of a grimace than anything, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Din. Everything’s fine - we’ve just been busy and I-I’m just tired.”

“I know there’s more that you’re not telling me,” he didn’t say it accusingly - if anything his voice was soft. He was trying to coax you out of the shell you’ve been putting yourself in, “I…I want you to know that you can tell me anything.”

“I know,” and you did. Your heart constricted as he sat down next to you, his gloved hand brushing against yours, “and if there was anything to tell - I would tell you. Promise.”

Okay, so you were a liar. A dirty, kriffin’ liar.

“But you’re not right now,” again, it wasn’t even a question. It was a statement. You hesitated for a moment before shrugging lightly, “whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

“Din,” you angled your body ever so slightly so you were facing him, “if there was anything to tell, I would tell you. I swear it.”

He paused for a long moment and you were seriously wondering what he was about to say. It could have been anything; he was a hard read sometimes. But then he stood up and in front of you, putting his hand under your chin and turning your face up to his. The Mandalorian remained quiet and stoic before brushing his knuckles across your cheek. The tenderness of the action was enough to make your eyes burn before they fluttered closed.

After a few moments he gave you a simple nod before heading out of your room and quietly closing the door behind him.

You felt a sense of conflicted emotion wash over you; from how gentle and tender he was, you’d almost think he had some sort of deep rooted feelings for you as well. Then your mind instantly went to Bo and Din, how the two of them were together, and how Grogu loved them both. It made sense, of course, that the Mandalorians would find comfort in each other and form a deep, close bond. It also made sense that it broke your lovesick little heart.

Your shoulders slumped as you stared out the window, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. You could have just told him then and there. It would have been so easy to do so…and then, if nothing else, everything would be out in the open. Instead you’d chosen the easy way out and lied to him.

At least things couldn’t get any worse, right?

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Wrong.

By the time you were up and dressed the following morning, you found that Din and Bo-Katan were already out and about with Grogu in tow. You grew upset when you realized that they didn’t bother to check in with you before leaving the hotel. You watched across the square for a little bit, watching the three of them interacting happily. Your heart practically fell into your chest when you realized just how much of a little family they appeared to be.

Along with the hurt came the jealousy and that was a feeling you absolutely hated. There was no reason for it - but your heart felt differently. A part of you, and you hated even admitting this to yourself, hated how well they got along. It would have been easier if they disliked each other or didn’t have just chemistry or…anything.

But Din had never been yours and would never be yours; it was a fact that you were going to have to accept and live with.

You turned on your heel and started to walk back, deciding to wait for them to come back and find you.Childish? Maybe. But right now you didn’t care.

It was halfway back on your trek that you had a sudden realization.

You didn’t have to stay with Din. You weren’t under any sort of obligation to stay with him. In the beginning you’d just sort of fallen into work with him. And you hadn’t really ever hashed out any sort of deal. Which meant…you could just leave whenever.

It was just an idea…but when you got back to your room, it became more and more tempting.

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By the end of the day, you’d made a plan. Perhaps more of a semblance of a plan but it was something.

You found Din and Grogu walking through some of the market stalls, the small one’s eyes lighting up happily with each little thing that he saw. The idea of being away from both of them was heartbreaking; you loved them both terribly.

“Hey,” you caught up to Din and started walking next to him, happy that for once Bo-Katan seemed to be absent. You felt him looking down at you as Grogu chirped happily, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” you just knew that he was raising an eyebrow at you but then his voice dropped to something gentle, “tell me.”

“I’ve been thinking,” you were wringing your hands nervously, aware of every little tell that you had, “a-about everything. And I think I’ve decided that I, ugh, I umm…I’m going to stay here.”

“What?!” he stopped so suddenly that you almost tripped over him. You shrugged sheepishly before looking away, “what are you talking about?”

“Just what I said,” you played it off, “I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“But we’re leaving in a few days-”

“You. You are leaving in a few days,” you replied softly, “you, Grogu, and…Bo-Katan. I’ll be staying here.”

“I don’t know how long we’d even be gone before I can come back for-”

“You’re not coming back for me, Din,” you whispered, stealing a little glance at him, “I don’t think you’re understanding…I am staying behind and you are going on. W-without me.”

“What do you mean?” now he just sounded concerned and confused and that broke your heart a little bit, “why would you not come?”

"Because I'm not…" you choked back the emotion that was welling up in your throat, "I'm not going with anymore period. I think it's time that we go our separate ways."

"Separate ways," he echoed as you nodded lightly, "why? What happened? I thought that-"

"You don't need me," you stopped and turned around so you were fully facing him, "you don't need me for anything you have left to do. You and Bo will be just fine together. You're Mandalorians after all. I'm just…me."

"That's not true," he insisted meekly as you stared at your feet, "we do need you."

"For what?" you blinked back the tears as you caught the sad little look on Grogu's face, "you don't need my help with him anymore. I'm not…necessary."

"None of what you just said-"

"It's not, I'm not - this isn't something that is up for debate," and yeah, it crushed your heart go say that to him, "I've gotta go my own way now."

You didn't - and couldn't - let him get another word in or you knew you'd be right back to where you had been. You didn't want to leave them and Din could see that, he knew that and he didn't want you to go. That had to count for something, right?

Even the slight bit of hope his words gave your heart wasn't enough to get you to turn around. Your decision was made.

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Din wasn't as convinced that you were set in your way. He wasn't going to just let you get away that easily. You should have realized that by now.

As you were packing your stuff to leave and figure out a more permanent situation, Din knocked once before letting him. He didn't even give you the opportunity to welcome him in - there wasn't time.

"Don't go."

Your hands dropped the shirt you were holding as you looked at him in shock. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to figure out where to begin to respond to that, "p-pardon?"

"Don't go," he repeated, taking a few steps closer to you, "stay. With me and Grogu."

"And Bo."

"No," he shook his head. He was a smart man after all and he'd managed to put the pieces together. And come to terms with his own feelings, "this isn't about her."

"Well it involves her," you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your tired face, "you and her and Grogu and your little save the Mandalorians and Mandalore mission. It doesn't have anything to do with me."

"Cyar'ika-"

"Besides," you turned your back to him and crossed your arms over your chest, "you seem to be doing just fine with her."

"She's a fellow Mandalorian," he came over to where you could almost feel him behind you, "we are stronger together. That is all. She is not…I do not have any feelings for her besides any that are extremely platonic."

"You might want to tell her that."

"She's well aware," he promised and you felt the tension in your shoulders lessen at the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, "it is not me she has an eye on. She knows that you are…mine."

"What?" You turned around and looked at him with wide eyes and a confused expression. He was watching you intently, "Din?"

"You are mine," he repeated as your expression shifted to one of wonder, "as I am yours."

"You…" you vaguely gestured between your bodies, mind reeling as you tried to process what he actually meant, "me?"

"Yes," there was a bit of amusement coloring his voice; he was calm while you were panicking, "I thought you knew."

"No," you managed to choke out, "I-I didn't. I just thought you…thought of me as a partner. Business partner."

"Not just that," he reached over and gently pushed your hair behind your ears, "far from that."

"What about Grogu? He clearly loves her-"

"You are jealous," your entire body burned at his accusation and you swallowed thickly. Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? You couldn't even find it within yourself to lie and deny it.

"Yes," you looked into the black T of his visor, meeting his eyes behind the helmet, "I am."

"There is no reason to be jealous," he promised, "there is only you for me. And for Grogu. Once our business is concluded, it will just be us."

"Promise?" That is everything you had been craving and wanting so desperately, "Din?"

"I promise," he answered softly and you could feel it in your bones that he wasn't lying, "it won't be much longer."

"Okay."

"You'll stay?" He pulled off his clothes and tossed them to the side before gently taking your face in his hands, brushing his thumb along your cheek. You couldn't help but preen into his touch.

"Yes," you whispered softly, "I'll stay."

He made a small sound in the back of his throat before pulling back and walking towards the door. You were confused for a few moments until he switched the lights off, bathing the room in darkness except for the city lights that flowed in through the curtains.

"Do you trust me?" He was looking right at you and you were looking right back. But there was no hesitation in your response - you both already knew the answer.

"Yes," you promised, "I trust you."

He made a small sound before lifting his hands and slowly removing his helmet. Despite the fact that you had seen his face before, the gesture still spoke volumes. You watched as he rid himself of his gloves, followed by his armor and outer clothing.

When he was done, he made his way back over to you, leaving just enough of a gap between your bodies.

You couldn't see the details of his face but studied his handsome silhouette. After a moment he reached up and took your face in his hands. You turned your face and leaned into his touch, sighing wistfully.

"You mean more to me than I could ever put into words," he whispered so quietly that you almost didn't hear, "I'm sorry you ever had to doubt that."

"It's okay," you tried to ignore the feeling of butterflies exploding in your tummy as you looked at him with a small smile.

"Once this is all over…" he paused for a moment, as he trailed his fingers along your jaw, "I promise things will be different."

"And they don't have to be different," you insisted, "I just….I just want you."

"You have me," it was a firm, resolute statement, "all of me."

He leaned his face down towards yours, his nose gently nudging yours. You leaned up ever so slightly and met his lips, letting him gently kiss. Finally. After so much time, so much dreaming and wishing and wanting, you finally got to kiss Din Djarin. You’d always wondered what it would be like and now you knew - it was just like magic and tasted even sweeter.

His movements were tentative at first, gentle and testing the waters. When you responded so positively and eagerly to him, he relaxed and grew more confident. You rested your hands on his forearms before gently pulling back. A small, wistful sound escaped your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have me too, Din,” you promised in return and you could see his shoulders relax even in the darkness.

“You’ll stay?”

“Of course,” you stole a quick kiss from him, “I thought that would have been clear now.”

“It was,” he nodded, smiling against your lips, “but I just wanted to be positive.”

“Let me show you how positive I am,” you whispered, feeling bold and electric, “if you’d like me to.”

“Yes,” he agreed, both of you laughing softly, “yes.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #star wars

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vctrvn-ls · 7 months

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Hellooo, could you write a '3am though ' about the Boys being clingy? Cause I feel like everyone is clingy in a different way hehe

Types of Clingy | Beta Squad |

Chunkz

His clingyness would show through being a little too co-dependent. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be able to make independent decisions at all, but most of the time he would definitely want your opinion…on pretty much like everything. New shoes, place to stay while on a work trip, where to eat, how to dress for the weather and on and on. Sometimes it’s nice to know that someone wants to hear your point of view, but other times it could be very very annoying.

Sharky

Sharky’s thing is definitely constantly texting or like somehow communicating through his phone 24/7. Doesn’t matter if you’re calling, chatting or just sending each other goofy snaps, he needs to constantly talk. He’d always send “update” messages out of nowhere, like imagine he decided to go to the store to buy some fruits and he’s in line, waiting and bored and suddenly some drama happens between a customer and the worker. He’d whip out his phone in a fraction of a second and begin describing the entire situation to you. Most of the time you don’t mind it, the opposite, you actually like it, but sometimes Sharky can get a little persistent and if you don’t reply while he’s currently bored, he’s going to spam your phone, asking where are you and “why are you ignoring me?”

Niko

Time is money to this man. Quality time is gold and Niko definitely wants it. He’s a busy man himself but if he finds out you have even a small 20 minute break from anything, you best be ready for him to appear and persuade you to do something together. Maybe you’re at work and you’re having lunch, in which case he’d offer to drive you to the nearest coffee shop, maybe you’re at uni and you have a free period during which he’ll sneak you out to have some ice cream. And when he’s done with work for the day, the first thing he’s doing is calling you and saying that he’s finally free from whatever, after which he would definitely suggest going somewhere, no matter how tired he was.

“Lisa are you dumb? AJ hates human contact, he said so himself like 100 times! You’re not telling me he’d be the physically clingy one!”

Hahahah - is my response guys. AJ. Would be. Possessive. (as fuck) Okay yes he hates it when people touch him BUT YOU AREN’T JUST PEOPLE! He wants you to constantly hold his hand or arm, he needs it. And for him it would be a totally normal thing to have his arm around your waist at all times when going out. He wants people to know that you’re with him, that you’re his and that nothing is getting in between the two of you. Doesn’t matter where: party, grocery store, at a fucking dentist appointment, this guy couldn’t care less, just as long as he’s somehow holding onto you or you’re holding onto him.

Kenny

This one a bit sad. I think Kenny would be a little insecure. Like ok we know he’s the sexiest man alive but in his eyes he’s still not good enough for you. And that’s exactly what gnaws at him. Sometimes arguments would spur between the two of you out of nothing. Imagine you went out and didn’t tell Kenny, just forgot to mention or you were in a hurry. When you finally come back home he’d be like “where have you been?” , “why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” , “who’d you go out with?” , but it wouldn’t be in a controlling sense, you get me? Like he’d be worried, paranoid even and to you sometimes it would seem stupid. Like you shouldn’t be constantly explaining things to him. But no matter how mad or pissed you wanna be at him, you can’t. Why? Cause it’s Kenny and Kenny is 🔛🔝 of everything <3

#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #king kenny #sharky #betasquadedit #sharky x reader #kingkennytv #niko omilana x reader

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targaryenluvs · 6 months

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-WHATEVER IT TAKES

PART 1 PART 2

pairing - prowler!miles morales x reader, miles morales x reader

summary - you and miles make it back to your own universe and dodge the other members of the spider society as you make your way to miles’s home. little did you know someone managed to slip through the cracks, and was here to try to take you back, whatever it takes. does he?

warnings - possessive!prowler miles, he’s like low key delulu, swearing, violence, stalking, bad spanish/glish, not proofread

word count - 3.1k

notes - uhm hahahah i thought i’d leave it at part two and i go in and out of povs :) lack of consistency with names , this lowkey might not make sense at times since it was nighttime i wanted a cutesy easy ending so the solution might be super easy idc i wanted to make a part three :)

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you thought you’d collide with the ground straight away.

rain was pelting down as you slowly got up from being splayed across miles on the concrete roof. “i’m sorry for landing on you.” miles groaned as he rose, “nah your good babe.” you slowly stood on your feet and looked around, now this was your earth.

“c’mon we have to get you home. maybe you should change? we could borrow some clothes from somewhere and maybe find a pay phone? call your dad ask him to pick you up then we can explain everything. miguel is probably staking out your home, there’s probably a bunch of spider people here.” you rambled as miles got up too, “i don’t care if they see, we need to get home y/n.” he tried to straighten up, but you could see the pain in his face and his ripped suit.

“you need to take it easy miles. we can’t afford fighting more people, that other miles is nothing compared to miguel.” as you voiced your concerns you could see miles thinking, “alright, let’s just get home, i need to see my dad, we’re so close, we can save him. I’m not stopping now.”

the wind was cold as it nipped at your bare arms, the rain had died down but splattered across your body as well.

you invited it in.

nothing felt better than being home. to ground yourself (and to make sure you were in the right universe) your eyes scanned across your environment, your favourite restaurant tucked into the side of a gigantic, glass mcdonald’s, your favourite sandwiches at delmars, yours and miles’ favourite arcade, graffiti work à la mode miles. you were so grateful to be home, but you were terrified at the thought of not reaching mr morales in time.

the two of you landed on a roof nearby miles’ apartment as you surveyed the two of your surroundings, you both pointing out miguel and his counterparts. “will he still see us if we’re invisible?” you asked as miles nodded, “pretty sure he can see me, heightened senses and vision, probably. i just don’t wanna put us at risk.” you sighed, “how about a diversion? car alarms going off, maybe scare the living shit out of someone and the second he looks away we swoop in?” miles looked up at you as he sighed, “i can’t think, why can’t i think?”

you wrapped your hands around his wrists as he stared at you, as if you held all the answers. as he looked at you, he couldn’t help all the voices in his head.

“in every universe, y/n l/n falls for spider-man. and, in every universe it doesn’t end well.”

as miles looked at gwen he couldn’t help but smile, “i’m not like every other spider-man, i’m better.” he joked as she laughed. “and, in every universe i guess spider-man falls for her. i did. and it’s cause i love her that i won’t let it happen. i won’t let anything happen to the people i love.”

and as he looked at her, he felt, exposed.

but looking into her eyes had the gears turning in his head again, she gave him his spark. and he’d be damned if any other spider-man tried to take her from him. tried to take the ones he loved.

“i’ve got a plan.”

as miguel neared the edge of the roof looking over the scenes below his eyebrows furrowed together as he wondered (or aggressively pondered) where on earth miles was.

thank god y/n remembered the password to the service door of the building.

as the two ran up the stairs, their hearts were oh so close to bursting. miles was praying to every god that his dad was home. his patrol car was outside, so he had to be home, right?

as they burst through the door, they came face to face with mr and mrs morales and- gwen?

“there you two are! i was so close to calling your mother and telling her you’d ran away!” she screamed as she engulfed the two of you in a hug, mr morales following closely behind.

“i unground you and allow you and y/n/n to go after your friend and the two of you disappeared, no text, call nothing! do you know how irresponsible that is?” as she was about to continue her rant, jeff slightly elbowed her, alerting her to your guys’ huffing selves.

“i’m glad you’re okay. you can go talk to your little friend in your room but keep the door open! don’t need you three sneaking off, okay?” rio explained as you nodded profusely but not before miles launched himself at his parents, “i love you guys, so much.” the two parents smiled and returned the favour, “te quiero papa.”

as the three of you got into miles’ room you crawled along the ceiling till miles reached the curtains and drew them.

“you guys are okay thank god.” gwen spoke as she sat down on miles’ bed. “i realised you went to the wrong-”

“wrong universe.” you and miles finished her sentence in union. “it was crazy we got there and another version of miles was there, the one his spider was meant for. gwen, the entire world there, we’ll at least new york, it’s dangerous. they don’t have a spider-man and it’s ruined the city. they have no one to protect them and miles- he lost his father and his- me. and when he saw me he was crazy, he thought i was her, we barely got away.”

“he- i cant stop thinking about him. and if- if i never got bit, would i be him? would i have turned into him, i would have lost my dad and you.” he stuttered, the last part spoken toward you.

“hey, we’re home. i’m here, your dads right outside. we got here in time. spot is probably gonna be here soon, we can convince your parents to leave the city for a bit, make-up some fake excuse and get your dad to push back the captain thing. we defeat spot and then there’s no threat to your dad. we can grab peter, hobie- anyone that can help us beat him. then hopefully miguel will back off, we can try and fix the canon-”

“and how exactly are you going to defeat spot?” all three of you whipped around to the window as miguel crawled in. “what the fuck?” you shouted as rio and jeff ran in, “what the hell are you doing in here? what on earth are you? you are not spider-man and you need to get the hell out of here!” rio shouted as jeff grabbed his holster and pulled out his gun.

miguel raised his hands and tried to calm them down, “there’s no need for the gun-”

“no need!? you’re a six foot, leotard wearing spider-man copy in my sons room, if you know what’s good for you i suggest you leave buddy!” jeff shouted as miles rose to his feet, “dad! don’t-”

a loud crash from the living room caught everyone’s attention, allowing miguel to swiftly take the gun from jeff’s grip. “did you just disarm a police officer?” miguel scoffed, “and you threatened spider-man we’ve all done shocking things.” as he tried to move forwards you all shouted in scattered warnings.

“woah there!”

“you stay right there.”

“not another step from you!”

“don’t come any closer”

“stop moving!”

“is the suit not enough? the web i used to disarm you? i’m a spider-man either way so it’s a waste of time to try and corner me when there’s someone else in your living room.”

you all slowly shuffled out of there, everyone keeping track of miguel, but all of a sudden, he wasn’t the biggest threat.

a gaping dark mass in the middle of the room took the cake.

“he’s here.” miguel said as he began to inspect the whole. “whaddya think would happen if we just pushed him in?” gwen whispered, “don’t even think about it gwen.” miguel answered, shutting down all revenge fantasies.

“will someone please explain what on earth is going’ on here?” rio asked exasperated. “mom, dad. i have something to tell you.” (i’ve decided to spare you the agony of my shitty spanish translations - imagine it’s said in spanish 😘)

“no lo hagas.” miguel warned as he turned towards miles.

do not do it.

miles pulled down the zipper of his jacket and proceeded to pull both sides apart, exposing the red and black suit of the one and only spider-man.

“ay dios mìo.” rio uttered as her hands covered her mouth. jeff just stared. the awkward, apbrupt nature of the reveal made you want to die. you stood next to miles and covered the suit again. out of your peripheral you could see miguel with his head in his hands.

“i know it’s a lot but, miles is a good kid. you know that, and this is a huge secret, he knows. but all he wants is to keep the city safe and he does it! along with the noble police of course but at the end of the day, he comes home to you. he’s always safe and is never reckless and balances it all with school, family, friends, me. so don’t be mad that he lied, just be grateful he’s alive! not that he’s not responsible out in the field- he- miles is super careful i promise- i would know! he always takes me on swings and the amount of control he has- no actually he does not swing me since that would be-”

“càlmate querida.” rio spoke as she again hugged the two. “i knew you were hiding something but i thought it was- ni siquiera lo sè. pero estoy contenta es nada mal. pero siendo spider-man es- peligrosa. por favor tener cuidado mi ninito.”

“si mamà.”

“alright, if you’d wrap up there then maybe we can try and sort out your mess later? spot is here, and we need to contain before anything else ha-”

the whirring in the corner took you all by surprise. you were excited, maybe it was peter, or maybe hobie? pavitr? noir? pen-

you swear your heart stopped the second you saw other miles step through, and you clutched onto miles that much harder. as the portal closed miguel snapped his head towards miles, “now what the hell is this? did you do this? did you bring him out-”

“no, i did not bring him out! y/n/n and i barely got away from him! why would he wanna see him? send him back!” miles shouted as his parents’ jaws hung low.

other miles’ gaze lingered on his dad, which caused unease throughout miles’ body. what was he doing here? how did he get here? what was he for? revenge? does he think miles got bit on purpose? did he want y/n?

y/n.

her hand clutching his grounded him to the moment as he looked back at her, glossy eyes, chewed on lips and heavy breathing. she looked up at him and his heart plummeted. the idea of her getting hurt flashed through and all of a sudden, he was lunging at this other miles.

“this how you say hi up in here?” other miles joked as he allowed miles to tackle him and all of a sudden, the entire room was in motion. gwen running to miles’ aid, miguel readying his watch, more of spot spreading outside and miles’ parents trying to help their son as-well.

y/n stood still, what the hell was going on? miguel leapt outside as jessica’s bike could be heard starting up miles and miles got pulled apart from one another with miles in one corner, smug, and miles being pulled away by his parents and friend, furious.

miles was eventually subdued by gwen and miles whilst miguel hopped out the window to jessica. rio and jeff were confused by everything going on, “we let this boy out for one day and look what happens.” rio scoffed as jeff ushered her out of the messy apartment, “why won’t you leave!” gwen shouted at the other miles, frustrated, as he laughed in her face. “I just want one thing, but ain’t no one giving it to me.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, this guy was seriously delusional huh?

the growing concern was the enormous black holes appearing outside and if you were to save your world all of you needed to help outside rather than deal with other miles. looking around the room you found nothing of use, so you ran back inside miles’ room, searching through the drawers you were looking for one thing only.

webslingers!

you ran back to the living room to see gwen getting right back up, ready to charge at the other miles as you slipped it on and aimed.

sticky substances confined miles to the wall as he struggled to get out, he may be the prowler, but he doesn’t exactly have super strength. as he stayed strung up miles had the idea of finding the watch he used, the commotion outside was distracting yet you all tore the room apart for said watch only to find a mangled piece of wires and glass.

“looks like i’m staying a lil’ longer.” miles smirked your way as miles’ fists closed, connecting with his face, “miles!” you shouted out. “are you okay?” miles laughed, “yeah I’m good, but we gotta get out there and we need more help.”

and as if God was answering all of your prayers and words, portals began to open as the three of you sighed in relief. hobie, peter and may by association and pavitr hopped through. “hope we aren’t too late to the party.” hobie laughed as you ran over and hugged him, “could’ve used your help a little earlier but it doesn’t matter now, spot’s here and we need to stop him before he causes any further damage here. thank you, guys, for showing up.” you rambled on as the others smiled. “now i’ve gotten pretty use to the portal but maybe i am still experiencing some side-effects because i think i am seeing double.” pavitr exclaimed as miles and gwen walked over, “nope just another version, the usual.” gwen explained ever so nonchalant. “will you all stop standing around and get the hell out here?” miguel screamed as you all prepared for whatever was going to happen out there.

(Im too lazy to figure out how they defeat spot so come up with a fantasy or som since this is such a random explanation with no planning)

it was quite odd to be at HQ without a million spider people chasing you and your boyfriend, but you obviously weren’t complaining. as you walked through the halls miles’ grip on your hand was tighter than over, indicating he was feeling on edge, and you were glad you weren’t the only one.

spot may have been downright diabolical and delusional but god did he learn quickly. he must’ve devoured a million ‘how to villain’ books as he jumped around universes and aced any tests cause he somehow beat the shit out of all of you, repeatedly. but again, he was overly cocky and underestimated miguel’s willpower and it was obvious he was an amateur in the ‘angry miguel’ department since he had no clue what that man would do to keep the order.

with lyla and margo’s help and organisation you were able to come up with a way to lure spot into a trap, with his over-whelming need to beat your boyfriend came the blindness and he did whatever he thought would help him win. other spideys came along to aid your group of course and a certain spidey named petyr had the ability of illusions, being able to manipulate any mind into seeing what he wished. and whilst it was hard to catch spot his holes were an extension of himself in a way so touching one/being in one allowed petyr to connect with spot’s head. by creating that link he was able to create false versions of not only miles, but his parents and you.

once spot believed everyone else to be busy fighting off the destruction around them and saving people, he cornered miles and was monologuing his ass off, “no one’s here to save you, you realize that right? just like no one came to save me. no one is going to care about you being gone, your family being gone. you ruined my life and now I’ve ruined yours, maybe your parents manage to escape, your girlfriend too, but they will never be able to come back here. im going to destroy this world of yours, like you destroyed mine. and no one will ever overlook me again. im more powerful than any of your little spider society.”

and as he continued the real miles slung down and tapped him on the shoulder, “are you so lonely you’re talking to walls?” he joked as he sent about a bajillion volts of energy throughout his body, then quickly transporting everyone back to HQ and trapping spot.

lyla with the help of some scientist spideys managed to figure out a way to take away all the dark matter from johnathon’s body, returning him to his normal self. as he stared in awe of his normal body being returned to him you could see the sadness on his face. yes, he was normal again, but what was he supposed to do now? his family turned away from him, his job probably wouldn’t take him back, did everyone know who he turned into? god all the things he’d done, how was someone supposed to turn back to normal after being a literal universe-travelling, world-destroying villain?

and the other miles, miguel had him in the amber case as he waited to be taken back to his world. the watch he’d used was gone so he couldn’t exactly use that and he was surrounded by literal heroes. he couldn’t exactly fight them all off, take you and run. he knew his time with you was slipping away and he hated that he couldn’t do a single thing.

so he sat and watched you as miles brushed away stray hairs, assessed the damage on you as you comforted each other. his eyes drifted to rio and jeff, the two of them in awe of their surroundings whilst throwing questions every second at the two of you whilst you tried your best to answer them all. there was so much going on around you but all you cared about was your family, which didn’t include him, and never would.

miles was absolutely exhausted.

and as the two of you sat down together you wondered what would happen in the future, what miguel was going to do about your canon event, how you’d save his dad.

and while you didn’t know what would happen in the future you knew whatever happened,

you have eachother.

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It was always you | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren't that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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MOOD (C.S)

SMUT 18+

(CHRIS X FEMALE READER)

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mood | SMUT | you have been childhood bestfriends with nick you got along with all his family and friends except chris who had always given you a hard and troubled time. One day nick matt and chris had gotten into an argument in a truth or dare drink game, where something was said by matt and chris was hurt by the comment saying ‘what would you know you don’t even get good pussy’ you knew he didn’t like to be seen weak by his brothers so you excuse yourself to the bathroom knowing you were going straight to his room. You walked down the corridor down to the door of his room hearing whimpers and your name?

authors notes : SORRY THIS IS SO LONG HAHAHAH I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

chris - •

Y/N - •

nick - •

matt - •

“guys c’mon it’s not that deep it was just a a comment chris don’t be like this”

“no matts being a dick”

“says the one with a small one”

nick bursted out laughing at matts joke. i couldn’t help giggle a bit i mean it was funny but definitely not true i knew that for a fact.

“PUSSSSYYYYYY” nick yelled with his hand around his mouth.

“bro shut up” chris stormed off after that

i knew he didn’t like to be seen as ‘weak’ by his brothers there was no such thing as weak to me i knew he just didn’t like loosing an argument with his brothers even though their arguments don’t last 10 minutes.

“guys you didn’t have too say that you know he will be in a bad mood all day ugh”

“whattt is was funny you must admit”

“i will admit it was funny but boy is this gonna be hard to get him out of a mood”

i went to chris’ room hearing whimpers and your name? Maybe he could hear you coming and wanted you to come in his room already he could not have been crying about this gosh it was not that serious. I opened the room door softly so he couldn’t hear in case he was crying but i found myself staring at him head laid back in pleasure as he jerked off to a picture? Not even a porn video, a photo. I walked round to his bedside table with a pair of panties I left at their house party the other day, I must’ve left them here when Chris had carried me to his room since I was wasted. I grabbed the panties and shoved them in my mini shorts pocket and I guess Chris must’ve heard me because he opened his eyes to look straight down at his throbbing dick and then at you.

“Y/N what are you doing here oh my god I’m so sorry what the actual fuck and you probably don’t ever want to be around me again oh my god” he jumps up and off his bed rushing to find his clothes putting them on quicker than I could blink. He was fully clothed which I wanted the opposite.

it’s not like I haven’t seen Chris like this before I just haven’t got an upfront view of him.

“your acting like I haven’t walked in on you multiple times fucking a girl at a party. why are you acting soft weren’t you just hitting on me at your party practically begging for me to have sex with you.”

“shut up you know I was just as drunk as you were.”

“ is that the only reason you wanted to fuck me?” I knew he was a player but boy was he hot.

“what.”

“You heard me, I mean you kept my panties from the other night when you brought me too your room and I mean you were moaning my name about 5 minutes ago”

“Oh so you really wanna do this?”

“Oh cmon of course I do, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I was now straddling his lap looking up at him straight in his icy blue eyes.

I shuffled around him as I felt his bulge grow bigger under my heat, god how bad I wanted it already. He wrapped his veiny hands around my waist and keeping a grip on my hips.

“Stop doing that.” He demanded in a low voice. I knew exactly what I was doing I want him to want me, bad.

I moved around some more as we kept eye contact and I saw his head go back eye pinned to the back of his head. he had grunted loud enough for nick and Matt to hear so I got off him slowly making sure he was teased enough I walked taking my time towards his door to leave. He was sat until he saw me leaving, he got up following me.

“don’t be like that you tease” he grabs your wrists pulling you back into the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting you down on his bed.

“get me out of a ‘mood’ then. Suck it.” he put his hands up acting out “ whilst saying mood.

he now stood infront of me his buldge being outlined boldly. I could see it so clearly and it was massive. I raced to remove his belt as he took of my fresh love hoodie.

“you look sexy with and without my hoodie on, I know it’s mine because it’s a special one embroided with a small c on the heart your not slick”

“oh shush you gave it to me when I was drunk on your bed and plus it smells good.”

“Sauvage Dior” “sauvage dior” me and Chris said at the same time.

“I know I saw you putting it on as you left me in your room locking it behind you when you went back out to the party”

I was left in just my bra and my short shorts as Chris smirked looking behind me to unhook your bra. I ripped off his shirt and he put his arms up as i stood up because sitting down I was too short to reach and I still could barely reach so he helped take it off, revealing his snail trail. I could only imagine the things we are going to do today and tonight. His Jeans are already falling off as I took of his belt and I pulled down his Jeans to his ankles and he removed them fully and threw them to the side. I stood up kissing him passionately as he pulled down my micro shorts leaving me in nothing but a lace thong covering basically nothing. I could see his throbbing 10inch dick in his Calvin klein boxers, there was already a patch of precum im guessing from when I was grinding at his dick. I just wanted it in me already i was pleading for it in my mind. Chris groaned as I pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring up to his stomach. God how many times could I say his cock was lengthy. I sat down on his bed not knowing what to do next, it’s not that I didn’t have experience on sex I just didn’t know what Chris wanted me to do.

“I think I remember me saying suck my dick.” he said it in such a tone I couldn’t wait a second longer too.

I dropped to my knees and readjusted myself by gripping onto his thighs. My hands led up his leg, Chris grunting in anticipation and I could tell he could wait any longer for me to give him head. I wrapped my hands around his base and slowly licked a strip from his base to his tip, I could see Chris face scrunch up in pleasure. I then put my mouth around his length and bobbed my head up and down I could feel the heat emitting from his tip.

“I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“take it. you wanted this didn’t you”

“I expected you not too be this good”

“Oh cmon I have experience you know.”

“I know that now.” He said breathily.

I removed my lips with a pop and pumped his dick with my hands before I could see a long white string shoot out at my face. Chris was grunting like crazy. I quickly wrapped my mouth around his length to let him finish In my mouth.

“Get on the bed.” the way his voice had sounded all broken up in pleasure.

I moved myself up onto the bed. I would do anything he said to me he was so attractive when he was demanding, as if he wasn’t demanding everyday, but the way he says it so roughly. Not long after Chris had positioned himself looking straight up at me as his head was in between my thighs. He started leaving kissed on my inner thigh leaving hickeys. Now I’d have to wear his matching fresh love set with the joggers so Nick and Matt wouldn’t suspect anything while the dark red spots go away within hopefully a week.

“Look at you already so needy for me” he mumbled on my thigh.

He gave me no time to respond before his head was in between my thighs, tongue licking stripes up my pussy before he put his tongue in.

“Christopher! Ugh oh my god ah” i made such noises that i was sure Nick and Matt could hear me. I arched my Back letting my pussy grind into his face making me whimper in pleasure.

“such pretty noises you make, don’t be too loud you don’t want Matt and nick too hear us.”

I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying I was too busy moaning as he fucked me with his tongue. The way his nose was pushing into my clit I could just feel the knot open my stomach becoming tighter I was sure I was gonna come. My hands were engulfed in his hair and his hand was on my neck whilst his other being on my thigh rubbing slowly up and down.

“Chris I’m g-gon-gonna come”

“Go on sweetheart come for me.”

chris slurped up every last drop his eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time the way I panted and tried catching my breath after my high made Chris give a smirk. He trailed up my body leaving a kiss on every part of my body until he met my lips connecting them with his own.

“Let’s see how sexy you look on my cock” his words already had me whimpering and I got up off the bed letting Chris go where I was previously laying down. I sat on the side waiting for him to get comfortable as he grabbed my hips and I opened my legs putting one on the other side of his waist lining him with my opening.

His veiny cold hands were still on my waist as he guided and pushed me down on his cock. He gave me no time to adjust as he was bouncing me up and down it took everything in me not to moan so load that the neighbours would hear me.

He started thrusting his hips up as I moved myself, his pace picked up. He latched one of his hands onto my throat. Pulling me down allowing him to hit another spot I never knew could be hit. I whimpered as his grip tightened I was sure he was going to leave bruises with how hard his fingers were pressing into my skin. the only thing that could cover this was concealer and a hoodie.

“God I was right you look so much sexier taking my length you slut.” The dirty talk made me whine and whimper a load moan left my lips as he took me off his dick.

“Chris that was s-so good”

“Oh slut I haven’t comed yet have I?”

You shook your head

“Words ma”

ma? I knew straight after he was done fucking me he would be done with me. We would leave this room as enemies just like how I came in.

He flipped me over.

“hands and knees, sweetheart.”

He put me face down ass up. I was sure that was his favourite position. I looked back at him in anticipation lifting my head from the pillow I knew I would be back in not even 5 seconds later.

“Fuck me like you hate me” I whined in anticipation for his length to be in me already,

“Oh you know I will. Look at you moaning for your enemy to fuck you already.” He whispered into my ear as his breath was tickling my shoulder.

he put one hand on my back as I arched and he kept the other around my neck. God his hands were so cold making this even better.

“Christopher, please.”

“Please what” i moaned as he chuckled.

“use your words, princess.”

“fuck me now”

“Very demanding, use a nicer tone”

“please fuck me Christopher, please.”

“Christopher huh? You’ve been calling me that a lot, I thought you said you’d only ever call me chris?”

“Shut up”

“Shut up huh, oh I’ll make you be quiet”

I was about to talk before he cut me off by putting his length in me as he gave me no time to adjust. He picked up his pace and then he sent me over the edge as he leaned over my back sucking marks onto my sweet spot behind my ear.

Chris continued his rough pace as I saw my phone ring on the side of the bed.

“C-Chris-Christopher, it’s Matt Stop for a sss-second”

“alright.”

I reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed my phone picking up matts call as chris’ cock was still in me.

“yeah Matt what’s up?” You said pretty breathily as you were just getting railed by Chris.

“are you and Chris okay in there? It sounds like your both crying”

“Yeah ahahah he just told me a sad story we’re okay”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm tot-“ I felt chris’ dick pump brutally inside of me. God he was being such a tease, was he trying to get us caught?

“Hello?” Matt said questionably

“Oh Uhm yeah s-sss-sorry I saw a fly I was swatting it away”

“alright we’ll me and nick want to get wingstop want anything?”

I slapped chris’ hand to stop as i said our orders.

“Uuuhhh that should be it”

“what’s up with you don’t you not like chris and now your suddenly sharing a meal with him”

“Gosh he must be telling her a sob story to make her feel bad for him” I heard nick yell on the phone.

“shut up” chris muttered into the phone

“I heard that and I’m telling Nick”

“Yeah yeah whatever”

“Still in a mood?”

“No he’s not, just an attitude as always.” You added.

I hung up as chris impaled his dick straight back into me arching my back letting him hit my g spot with every hit. I moaned so loud but the silence after let me hear Nick and Matt shutting the door behind them as they left to get food.

“I’m gonna come pretty girl”

“Chris, Christopher, please.” My begging was like a melody to him.

“Of course sweetheart.” The names he used were just oh so sweet.

“At the same time” I nodded to his comment as my head was locked into his pillow my mascara dripping in my tears staining my cheeks and his pillow.

“did you want to stop, princess?” Chris muttered.

“no, no I just need to come so bad”

“does the little slut want me to come in her pussy that’s so tight.”

I nodded and that made Chris tip over the edge.

“3..2..1” chris groaned.

We both let go at the same time filling me up. He took out his dick and our juices spilled out as he pushed his dick back up to contain all of it and then taking it back out. The rest that had already leaked over my pussy he licked up and took it into his mouth leaving some on his finger sticking it in my mouth.

“We taste so good mixed together don’t we”

“Mhm” I whimpered as I was still riding out my high.

“You did so good princess.”

I crawled over his bed standing myself up but falling straight away.

“Careful” he picked me up bridal style and ran me a bath.

He put me on his sink as it filled up and he put bubbles in it knowing how much I loved it.

“C’mon” he picked me back up and slid me into the bath

he left me in the room and picked up my panties, his custom fresh love hoodie and went to his wardrobe to get his matching custom fresh love sweatpants. He picked up his clothes and had set them on his gaming desk.

He cleaned his room removing his mascara smudged pillow case and cum stained sheets. Putting them in his wash basket, he grabbed fresh new white cover and redid his bed making it look like nothing had happened.

“Christopher, come lay with me for 10 minutes pleasee” I pleaded.

“Alright love” he walked over and sat behind me and I laid back onto his chest.

Ten minutes had gone by and I could hear nick and Matt coming back in the house yelling over something.

“Shit” i stood up from my comfortable position cuddling Chris. I could now stand on my own. I hopped out the bath and dried myself off. Chris unplugging the bath letting the water drain.

“Baby i set out your clothes on my bed”

“Thank you”

I got dressed rapidly and grabbed Chris’ clothes off his desk and threw them at him.

“Get dressed our food is heree”

“I thought you were getting dressed so we weren’t caught.”

“Yeah well and that.”

Chris got dressed and walked up behind me and gave me a hug from the back.

“I’m hungry let’s go”

We went to Matt and nick seeing them already eating their food. I skipped over to the table in their kitchen and saw me and chris’ food set out. I sat down and ate my food. Chris grabbed his and walked to sit next to Matt.

“Yall fucked I can tell Y/N is wearing new clothes and she had a bath and same with you Chris”

“YALL NASTY EW IM GOING” nick grabbed his food rushing to his room. Matt followed and ran to his room with his food.

“Well fuck” I said and looked at chris. chris moved chairs to the one next to me and we ate our food giggling and laughing the whole night until we went to his bedroom and finished our night cuddling.

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up to being in chris’ room. FUCK. I remember all of last night I was drunk enough to have sex with Chris god what is wrong with me.

“what the fuck am I doing here”

“oh uhm Y/N what happened why are you in my room, and in my bed.”

“Chris don’t you remember we had sex last night, I guess we were just so drunk”

“Oh yeah right” he chuckled. It looked like he didn’t give a fuck just like I knew he wouldn’t.

“Chris we only fucked because we were drunk, that’s it.”

“Yeah I know that”

I stormed out of his room running straight to nicks. I burst into his room seeing him awake

“You out of it now.” He laughed out.

“Shut up I was drunk”

“I know, I know.”

“Sorry for sleeping with your brother.”

“I know you hate him it was the game that made you out of it”

I laughed as I jumped onto his bed giggling watching tiktok with him.

I mean that is the only reason I fucked Chris right.

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@muwapsturniolo @samandcolbyfan22 @solarsturniolo

#sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo

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dippindaz · 2 years

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LOVE your grabber fics!! Could we pls get one of reader (adult obvi) being a victim and end up attracted to him and smut ensues 👀

A/N: I have been WAITING for this request. Let’s be honest anyone reading this rn, this is literally you. Like all of us who Dino for grabber, this request is the embodiment of us. Thank you for the request you beautiful person ❤️ also you didn’t specify a gender, I went female for reader, I hope that’s ok. I’m not crazy proud of this one, but I don’t dislike it. I haven’t written smut in a long time, I’m sorry if it’s weird or awkward in some way hahahah, I tried though.

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Warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, smut, kidnapping, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, Stockholm syndrome, belt whipping, it’s pretty basic from here,

You hadn’t been here long, maybe a few days? A week at the most according to your math. Your 20th birthday had just passed. This was the worst birthday you’d ever gotten. You’d only seen the man who kidnapped you a few times now. It was pretty much just to give you food and water.

You’ve also come to find you kind of pissed him off a lot more than you kept him happy. Whenever he first entered the basement his voice was playful, non-threatening. You weren’t sure if it was an edge to your voice or if you were more sarcastic than you thought, but his voice would always drop to this low, husky, aggressive tone.

Whenever you heard that voice, there was a little twinge in your stomach. You just chalked it up to fear, but it felt a little different. Something was odd about it. What was it? You couldn’t properly place. It wasn’t pure anger, it wasn’t purely fear, it wasn’t sadness, so what was it?

It might’ve been morning. Or night. You couldn’t tell at this point, but the door directly across from you clicked open. There was the familiar silhouette of the man who’d kidnapped you, tray in hand, longish hair, the only difference? You couldn’t see the horns that were attached to his mask.

He walked closer to the mattress and you realized, he wasn’t wearing the top half of his mask. His eyes were piercing, yet had a sort of kindness to them. You just barely see the bridge of his nose and the way his hair framed his face, damn. He was kind of.... handsome? NO. No no no, absolutely not. Besides, he still that smiling bottom half of his mask, you can’t judge someone’s look without seeing their full face.

He stopped just before reaching the mattress and set down a tray of food for you. Nothing different from the usual.

He looked at you expectantly and you just eyed him, suspicious. When didn’t make a move for the food he sighed heavily and shook his head. “Why must you been such a pain? Starve, if you wish, little dove. It won’t help your chances of leaving.” He chuckled at the end of his statement, as though the concept itself was ridiculous.

You simply glared at him, unwilling to move or speak. He stood there for a few seconds before shrugging and turning to leave.

Something different happened this time. You picked up on it instantly, the door hadn’t been latched. He finally slipped up. Finally you had a chance to escape.

You gave a few minutes before even touching the door, to be sure he was gone by the time you tried to open it.

You tip toed to the door and as quietly as you could, pulled it open. You peeled through the crack of the door. Nothing. No sounds, no figures. Everything was still.

You quietly walked the up the stairs. Careful to not make a sound. As you got closer and closer to the top of the stairs you peaked around the corner of the hallway. The sight was like nothing else you’d seen.

The man you kidnapped was there sitting on a chair, shirtless, belt in hand, and his whole mask covering his face.

Something shifted in your stomach. You hadn’t even realized how long you sat there for, yet he had no reaction. You watched the rise and fall of his glorious chest.

Once realizing the scene you were staring at you quickly pulled your head behind the wall and slapped your hand over your mouth. Eyes wide, and breathing heavy you stood there, unsure of what to do. He looked awake, yet had no reaction to you being there. He must’ve been asleep right? Yeah, had to be. You almost wished he were awake.

What would he have done to you if he were? It was pretty self explanatory, but it also wasn’t. Would he punish you for being upstairs, or would have killed you then there? Beat to death by belt, what a strange way to go.

If he punished you... what all would he have done? It was quite the provocative way to look when you’re for your victim to walk upstairs, wasn’t it?

You pulled your hand away from your mouth. Slowly, your head poked out from behind the wall. Your brain was able to properly register it this time. You stayed there, staring at every part of the man before you. Mask, hair, arms, belt, and that bulky chest. You shakily sighed and rested your hand on your chest, above your heart. It wouldn’t stop pounding.

No. There was no fucking way you attracted to a kidnapper, a murder. Here you were though, shamelessly staring at every inch of exposed skin you could see. Staring at the belt in his hand. Here you were catching yourself, wishing for him to wake up and punish you. You hadn’t really noticed yourself walk out from behind the wall, and into the kitchen.

You leaned against the wall next to you, and stared. You couldn’t the wondering of your mind. The stories it created and the deep dark fantasies it created. You hadn’t even noticed when his hand twitched.

The man swiftly stood from his seat, without thinking he whipped the belt at you. In an instant you had turned around and slightly bent over clutching your head, it was instinct after all. However, that instinct, caused his aim to be just off. So much so that instead of hitting your back, the belt whipped your ass.

The sound you made nothing short of ungodly. He froze. No one had ever made a sound like that before. You more turned on than anything.

“Pl-please, do it again...” you whispered. You couldn’t even think about what you were saying. You felt like you were going to vomit. Disgusted by your own words.

He said nothing, only laughed, before whipping your ass again with his belt. This had more power, a lot more. You fell onto the counter beside you, using it to support yourself.

You let out a shakey breath, hearing the sound of his feet coming closer. He stopped right behind you. He places his hands on your hips and pulled you to the left, centering you with the counter.

You leaned farther onto the counter, giving your shakey knees a small break. He dragged his hands from your hips to your butt. He stood there for a moment, head tilted as he caressed you.

“My, I knew you were interesting, but this is...” he paused, unable to describe how shocking this truly was. “This is much better.”

His hands then trailed from your butt up to your shirt. Grabbing the hem of your shirt he dragged it with his hands. Pulling your shirt off, he grabbed one of your bra straps and snapped it.

Clicking his tongue, he took on a disappointed tone. “This really is no good.” His voice was soft, he sounded as though he were contemplating.

“You know, little dove, your seductress game may work tonight, but I’ll still have to punish you for being naughty.” Teasing, turned on, excited? All three at once? You couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. Not to you, not to him. Not right now.

“Please punish me.” You could barely whisper it. You felt so much shame.

He laughed. Loud and even proud. Had he already broken you? What a delightful surprise. “Hm, I don’t know... is it much of a punishment of your asking for it?”

You bit your lip and your nails attempted to dig into the counters. “Please, please, just do it. Punish me for being bad, I haven’t been well behaved, I need a reminder to be a good girl. Please!” Your foot lightly stomped at the end of your begging fest.

He released a heavy sigh. “When you beg so sweetly, how could I not give you what you want?”

You only whined in response, not that he was even asking. You carefully listened as he slowly backed up. You could hear the jangle of the belt buckle begin moved around, but you couldn’t tell what was happening.

You moved your head to look over your shoulder and right as you did you hear the crack of the belt and then an unforgiving sting, across your ass cheek. You yelped and jumped.

“Be a doll,” his voice has a sudden change in tone. It was deep and raspy, “and count.”

Trembling your head turned away and you began counting. “1”

Another crack followed by the same stinging and burning. “2”

By the fourth hit his pace began to go speed up. Somehow instead of his arm getting more tired of just seemed to have more power to it.

“6” Tears stung your eyes but you refused to cry.

“9” Every single centimeter of your ass was stinging.

Even after number 10, he wasn’t satisfied. You put on such a show, what a shame it would be to stop here. Something needed to change though.

He set the belt on the counter beside you and grabbed the hem of your pants. Before pulling them he hesitating, he didn’t think much just watched your body language. You only held still. He took it as the go ahead, so, in one swoop he aggressively pulled your pants down.

Gently, he guided your feet through the leg holes in your pants and then threw them to the side. Slowly, his hands trailed up your legs and he slowly stood back up as they moved. Stopping the hem of your panties, he simply admired the sight before him.

A small bit of red, most of it covered by the fabric of your underwear. He gently pulled down your panties and let them drop to the floor. Now he could really admire his work. But it wasn’t enough. It was wasn’t dark enough, he wanted to leave marks to remind you for weeks, who you listened to. Who you belonged to.

He grabbed his belt and resumed whipping you. All the while you counted, like a good girl. By the time you reached 15 strikes, you were sniffling with slow tears rolling down your cheeks. Your butt was now a bright red, certain spots darker than others. Spots he purposely hit often.

When he heard your sniffling he stopped and began to run your back. “You asked for this.” He reminded you. “Even if you hadn’t, you were still a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled, you weren’t sure what you apologizing for. “I promise I won’t misbehave again.” Your voice broke and a few more tears trickled down your face.

“I suppose that’ll do for now. If you’re bad again,” midway through his statement his voice dropped, “expect your punishment to be far worse.”

You nodded your head, acknowledging his ‘terms’ and rubbed your thighs together. It had been bugging you the whole time, even as you began to cry. The wetness and heat between your legs had grown with the pain.

He flipped you over so your back was against the counter. Lifting you up, you were now sat on the counter, legs spread.

Your face grew hot and your head turned away from his intense stare. His hand grabbed your chin and forced you make eye contact with him. His hand moved down slowly. Finding your clit, his index and middle finger gently circled it and you gasped.

The sudden pleasure was such a lovely contrast to the soreness of your ass. Looking down, you watched as one finger slowly enter you. Your mouth opened but no sound came out.

He slowly pumped the one finger while still circling your clit with his index finger. He then pushed his ring finger inside you. Your head fell back as you moaned.

He steadily began to pick up his pace. The squelching sounds your pussy made were unholy. Your face was hot with embarrassment. Your toes began to curl and un-curl as a knot began to form in your stomach.

His fingers began to curl inside you, hitting that special spot. He pace never let up, even as your legs began to shake. Your breathing quicker and beads of sweat began rolling down your forehead.

Your moans quickened. You clenched around his fingers, then, everything stopped. You let out a long whine and looked at his now still arm.

He slowly pulled out of you. “Patience, love.”

You couldn’t muster up the words to answer so you only nodded, your head still against the wall. Your did your best to slow your breathing.

You leaned forward and reached towards his pants. Unbuttoning and pulling them down, you gulped.

He was long and thicc, larger than you had imagined. You but your lip and glanced up at him. You tried to slide off the counter, but he only pushed you back down.

“Next time, right now, I just want to fuck you.” He pumped himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

With a low grown he pushed into you. Your cunt burned, unused to stretching to far. He bottomed out, and held still, waiting for you to adjust to him.

After a moment he began to slowly move in and out of you. Your small moans were encouragement for him to speed up. Your hands found their way to his shoulders. Your nails began to dig into his skin. One hand tangled itself into his hair and began gently pulling.

That was his excuse. With one he grabbed both of your’s and pulled them above you head. Using his weight to pin them against the wall. His free hand was holding into your hip so tight it was sure to leave bruises.

He began to lean more weight into your wrists and his head was so close to just resting on your shoulder, yet his pace didn’t lighten one bit. If anything, he kept getting faster and faster. You swore the counter began to move and the walls started to shake.

You feel your hips twitching into him. His pelvis rubbed against your clit in an almost painful way.

His skin slapped against your’s, and your hot breath intermingled with his. The air felt thick. You pulled at your arms trying anything to gain control over them again. He held them tight, his hand not moving once.

Mindlessly, you leaned forward, in an act of rebellion you guessed. You yanked the bottom half of his mask off and crashed your lips into his. It took him a moment to begin kissing you back. He bit your lip and you gasped, your tongues twisted together, and you moaned into the kiss. The vibrations reverberating through your mouths.

His pace started to become sporadic and his groans grew louder. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand and the top of his hand. Your toes began to curl. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

He thrusted into harder, and his seed spilled over, filling you. The feeling of warmth that created deep inside you pushed you over the edge.

He continued fucking you both through your highs. He then stilled and very slowly pull out of you. You whined at the feeling, your cunt fighting to keep him buried inside you.

He dropped your hands and leaned his still masked forehead against your shoulder. Your legs dropped from his waist and you both sat there, just breathing.

Breathlessly, he chuckled, “I knew you were a good choice.” His arms wrapped around your waist hugging you.

You laughed and returned his hug. It was sweaty, hot, and bits of uncomfortable and comfortable. Something about the way you held each other, just made both of you never want to let go.

You weren’t sure what would happen after you both let go. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. But you wished for this to continue. No matter how wrong it was.

#the black phone #horror #horror x you #the grabber #slashers x reader #slashers x you #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #horror x reader #the grabber x you #the grabber x reader #gimme them moobs >:)#slasher smut

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knottyk · 2 years

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Rockstar Babies

im so so sooooo sorry this took so long, anon!! (this was sitting in my inbox for over a month omg 😭) ok i give u permission to slap me once...maybe twice. HAHAHAH anyway, i hope this lives up to ur request ♡ ps. yes this is a repost

summary: ava and hunter watching eddie perform for the first time

tags: fluff, mama!reader x papa!eddie, kids and wholesome stuff ☁️

ava and hunter

The hotel room was bubbling with giggles and the springs of the bed creaked under the weight of two jumping kids. Though you weren't in the comfort of your own home, Ava and Hunter didn't let that get in the way of their fun.

You were busy stuffing your bag with the necessities: extra clothes, snacks, little toys and the works.

Tonight was a big night for all four of you. Eddie was having one of Corroded Coffin's most anticipated shows while Ava and Hunter would be their dad in action for the first time. You on the other hand were full of jitters and what ifs clouding your mind.

What if it feels too much for the kids? What if Eddie can't focus because of you? because of them? Plus, metal isn't really featured on the kids' radio, are they? Quite frankly, they hadn't been exposed to Eddie's music too much.

"Mama, quick we're gonna be late!" Ava huffed, exhausted from jumping up and down on the bed.

Hunter had long retired from bouncing and was now resting on the headboard, watching his sister with a toothy grin. "Late! Late!" He echoed.

You laugh at their eagerness and slung the well secured bag on your shoulders. "Well, I'm all dressed up. You guys are still barefoot." You teased.

Ava was the first to run to the door where her sparkly pink shoes rested, sitting carelessly on the carpeted floor as she stuffed her tiny feet in. Hunter followed and grabbed on his sister's hair to maintain his balance as he tried to fit into his shoe.

She was unfazed, focused on the task at hand while you gingerly ran to catch Hunter's hand off her well-styled hair. "Okay, big boy. Mama's got you."

What felt like thirty minutes passed and you were finally on the way to the concert venue. You didn't want to be there early but now, you were late. The show had probably started ten or so minutes ago.

With Hunter suddenly turning fussy in the car, you couldn't find the time to call Eddie and let him know you were gonna be late.

Upon arriving the venue, you thanked the driver before zooming to the entrance with Hunter cradled in one arm and your other hand holding Ava's.

You were about to go the general entrance when an orange-haired woman called your name. She had three lanyards around her hand and an identical one hung around her neck.

"Lydia, nice to meet you." She handed you the IDs. "Cory's pretty busy in there so he sent me to get you guys." Cory was Corroded Coffin's long time manager who you've met multiple times before.

You could hear the vibrations from within the building when she crouched to level with Ava who was now hiding behind your legs, her puffy skirt poking out. "Hi pretty girl, your outfit is totally metal."

Ava caught her skirt between her fingers, playing with the material with a shy smile on her face. "Thank you." She let out a small voice.

You bounced your little boy on your hip and let him play with the lace of your pass. "And this is Hunter."

"Nice to meet you, sir Hunter." She extended two fingers towards him and he gladly accepted her gesture for a handshake.

The two of you shared a look and chuckled to yourselves. Lydia ushered you in through a door that led backstage. She grabbed two pairs of ear mufflers from the desk and handed it to you.

She slid one on Ava's head and you put the other one on Hunter's. "Okay, you guys can stay here for a bit and we can go back to the mixing room whenever. Just call me." She did a call hand sign, yelling over the music.

Your whole body rumbled with vibrations and you were afraid that it would be too much for the kids but looking over to Ava, you were surprised to see that she was already dancing to the beat of the drums emitting from the stage.

Hunter wiggled his was out of your grasp and ran to join his sister. You turned to Lydia and thanked her. "I think we'll stay here for a bit."

She was quick to nod and within a second, she was gone with a clipboard in her hand.

Other staff offered to assist and you made sure to stay out of the crew's way. Luckily, they let you stand beside the curtains and you were finally able to catch a glimpse of Eddie for the first time that night.

He had on a black muscle tee, ripped black jeans and a red plaid shirt wrapped around his waist along with some chain links. His hair was let loose and you could barely see the stud in his ear with all the frizz covering it.

"Papa!" The kids shrieked.

They jumped in excitement and Ava was the first to approach closer to the curtain. You grabbed her by the hand, letting her know the furthest she can step.

The band was now in the middle of their second song with Eddie's guitar solo coming up. He walked across the stage as he ripped through the solo, head thrown back and forth with his hair.

Ava and Hunter, was quick to mimic Eddie's actions, unbeknownst to him. They both held imaginary guitars while rocking their heads from side to side.

With Ava's all pink outfit and Hunter's squeaky shoes, they weren't hard to spot. From the corner of his eyes, Eddie finally noticed you and you gave a little wave as you locked eyes.

His eyes fell on the tiny rocking figures and he turned to face them as he continued with his riff.

His other bandmates noticed this and one of them comes out to invite both kids on stage. They hesitantly turned to you for permission and you turned to Eddie. He smiled and nodded and did the same to your kids, looking at you with puppy eyes.

With your signal, they both ran out and stopped to face Eddie who was now on one knee, fingers skilfully gliding on his guitar. The crowd went wild and all your inhibitions came melting down.

Hastily digging at your bag, you pulled out the camcorder and zoomed in at the precious moment unfolding before your eyes.

Ava and Hunter hopped around the stage with Eddie tailing close to them as he kept playing and despite the booming vibrations running through you, you could hear their giggles as they danced around their dad.

Once the song finished, Eddie quickly jogged to you, both kids in tow, and placed a quick kiss on your lips before putting the kids down.

"I thought you changed your mind. Thought you weren't gonna come."

Though visibly tired, Ava mimicked the high pitched sounds as she played her imaginary guitar while Hunter sloppily threw his chubby arms around in attempts to act out playing the drums. "We're rockstars!"

You giggled at the sight.

"Are you kidding?" You kissed him again. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."

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#dad!eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie x y/n #eddie imagine

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texas-writes · 6 months

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Come On, Princess

Cw: threeway, cunnalingus

You stared, dumbfounded at the phone in your hand. There’s nothing strange about an old friend calling you up to chat. Nothing at all. Hell the conversation you just had was downright boring even until he asked you to go out with him and his boyfriend. The words themselves weren’t particularly interesting, but his tone was different when he said it. You had known Keigo since you were teenagers, and if you knew anything about him it was that he was so unpredictable he was almost predictable. You didn’t question his motives, knowing he would never force your hand, you had just agreed to meet them at the restaurant for a nice dinner and half-jokingly prayed your rabies vaccine was up to date. He’s a biter.

You hadn’t actually met Keigo’s boyfriend yet, hell maybe that all he wanted was for you to meet him. God, knowing what type of guys Keigo was into, he was either a total hardass or a stoner. You prayed for your sake it was the latter. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself into the restaurant. You quickly spot Keigo sitting in a corner booth by himself and head over to him. “We get stood up,” you question, sliding into the booth and wrapping your arms around him. He squeezes you back. “Nah, he called me a minute ago. Said traffic was bad.” “That’s because you picked a downtown restaurant at rush hour.” “hahahah shut the hell up,” he deadpans, letting go of you. “But seriously though, what have you been up too, haven't seen you in what?” “six months,” you reply. “I’ve just been working though. Feels like all I do is work and sleep.” He reclines himself in the booth, resting his hands behind his head. “So I take it no stress relief?” He wriggles his eyebrows at you. “Keigo if you want to fuck me just say so.”

Somebody clears their throat and slides into the booth next to Keigo, resting against his side. Keigo wraps his arm around the other man's waist and pulls him closer “Mh, look what the cat drug in. Y/n, this is my boyfriend Dabi, Dabi, this is my best friend y/n.” “Glad to finally meet you, he never shuts up about you,” he laughs, his voice is deeper than you expected, probably attributed to whatever happened that left him as scarred as he is. “He never shuts up about you either,” you reply, a smile spreading across your face. You’re glad he’s laid back. And handsome. And strangely familiar. They contrasted each other, making them a pretty couple. Was it weird to be friends with the guy you lost it to in the back of a van in high school but never dated? No, that wasn’t too weird. Was it weird to think about banging him and his boyfriend? You wouldn’t mind it if that teal eyed fucker wrapped his hands around your throat. Oh God what if his quirk is mind reading. Oh that’s definitely weird. Oh no. “Hey, Earth to y/n,” Keigo calls, snapping in front of your face, “food’s here hon, where’d you go?” “Sorry I zoned,” you reply, shaking your head and picking up some chopsticks to grab a dumpling with.

“Dinner was good Dabi, thanks for paying,” you hum, pecking on the cheek and slipping past Keigo into his apartment, beelining straight for the kitchen. “Did they just-” “yeah they’re like that, get used to it lmao.” “Did really just say- ya know what nevermind. Do you still want to ask them about the uhhhh-” “Yeah, I’ll do it, It’ll be weird if you do it.” Kiego makes his way into the kitchen and finds you perched on his counter drinking a beer. He rubs the back of his neck. “Hey Dabs and I were wondering if uhhh, you’d-” “Yes.” “But you don’t even know what I was going to ask,” he whines, bending over and resting his head on your thigh. “Keigo, do you think I’m stupid? I’ve known what you wanted since you called to ask me to go out with you two,” you counter, rubbing your fingers through his hair. “Am I really that predictable?” “Only to me sweets,” you murmur, urging him off of you and hopping off the counter. Grabbing his hand, you lead him back into the living room, where Dabi’s draped himself over the couch, somewhat resembling the Death of Marat. You laugh at the thought. His head snaps towards you. “What’s so funny, doll? You’re holding hands like teenyboppers, I take it they said yes?”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck both of you, it’s cool,” you shrug, letting go of Keigo’s hand and rolling yourself over the back of the couch onto him. “You smell good,” you comment, burying your face into his chest. God, you really hoped your quirk didn’t act up tonight. “Bed, now,” Dabi growls, lazily pointing down the hall, wrapping his other arm around your waist, pulling you close before slipping out from under you. “You just gonna leave me here to get myself off while you two have a nice evening?” “Hell no I’m not leaving a fine piece of ass like you in the living room,” he laughs, throwing you over his shoulder, drawing a shriek from you. “Don’t fucking kill my best friend,” Kiego shouts from down the hall. “Yeah yeah, we are gonna kill you though,” he calls as he kicks the door open, throwing you on the bed next to Kiego. His face pops into your vision as you open your eyes. “Fancy meeting you here, looks like we’re both about to get fucked like sluts.” You chuckle. “Now that’s where you’re wrong princess,” you purr, pushing him back onto the bed. “Strip. Now.” He complies with no hesitation, sitting on his knees before you in just his boxers. A hand snakes around your waist as Dabi rests his head on your shoulder. “Hm, don’t think you’re getting off that easy, hand ‘em over,” Dabi murmurs, reaching his free hand towards Kiego. He slowly moves to put his boxers in Dabi’s hand before changing direction and throwing them in your face.

“You little shit,” you growl, pouncing on him, pushing him harshly into the mattress. “Give me one reason I shouldn't knock you around and edge you until you’re crying like a bitch, hm?” He looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes. “Because you love me? So much?” You slap him. “Well, now that was just rude,” he taunts, giving you a shit-eating grin. You have half the mind to slap him again before Dabi grabs your hair and pulls you back into him. “Strip for me princess, then we’ll have some fun with him, yeah?” You promptly start peeling your clothes from your body and tossing them aside. “And you, you little shit, are gonna eat them until they cum all over your pretty little face, make up for being a brat. “But I like eating pussy?” “Slap him again, then ride his face.”

You do as you’re told, slapping Kiego firmly before settling your knees on either side of his head and lowering yourself down to his hungry mouth. Keigo grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to him and delves his tongue into your dripping cunt. He’d always been skilled with his mouth, be it talking himself out of sticky situations, or in this case, into one. You gripped at the headboard, trying to steady yourself as he slipped two fingers into you, curling them against your soft insides. He moans into you suddenly, making your thighs clench and you look behind you, finding Dabi stroking Keigo’s cock at a painstakingly slow pace. Another curl of his fingers draws your attention back to the pleasure between your thighs. Another moan from him sends shockwaves through you, making you squeeze your thighs together yet again and come undone around his fingers. You roll off of him, taking deep breaths to steady yourself. Dabi turns his attention to you now, leaving Keigo with a throbbing erection. “If you touch yourself, you’re not cumming, you hear me,” he growls over his shoulder. “Yes,” Keigo breathes, resting his hands on his stomach. “Yes what?” “Yes master” “Good boy,” he nudges your legs apart. “Can I have a little taste too, sweets?” You open your legs further for him. He rests himself on his elbows between your thighs and wraps his arms around them. “You smell so good,” he purrs, rubbing his cheek against the inside of your thigh before throwing himself into you, much more skilled than even Keigo. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair and tug, small whimpers falling from your lips. He makes you cum until your legs are shaking, then moves away, leaving harsh bites along your thighs before soothing them with his warm tongue.

Dabi gets up and rids himself of his clothes and slips on a condom before sitting on the foot of the bed, gesturing for you to come to him. You sit before him, watching him as he strokes his cock, urging himself to get harder still. “How in the hell did he end up with someone like me with someone as beautiful as you sitting right in front of him,” he purrs, motioning for you to come to him. “Because I prefer men,” Keigo pipes from his designated spot on the bed. “Hm, they could probably give you as good a dicking as I can with the right resources,” he hums, turning you around and gently sinking you down onto his cock. “But can they manhandle me like you,” he quips, giving the two of you a devilish grin. “Guess we’ll find out.”

He takes his time with you, making you feel him hit every spot inside you at a painfully slow pace. “Hgn, faster, please, I need it,” you whine, reaching back to pull at his hair. He grabs your throat and pulls your back into his chest, fucking you harder than before. Strings of curses fall from your lips when he uses his other hand to play with your clit, making your walls flutter around him. “Mh, you feel so good, Kiego, tell them how pretty they look,” he growls, squeezing your throat more firmly and thrusting into you harder than before. “You’re so pretty Y/n, you’re taking him so well, god look at you, I wanna touch myself so bad,” he whines, reaching for his dick before catching himself and digging his nails into his thighs. “You got me so close sweetheart, you wanna cum with me?” You nod, pushing your head back into him as your back arches, turning your head to catch his lips with your own. They’re softer than you expect, tasting faintly of you and the cigarette he smoked on the walk back to Keigo’s apartment. You moan as he pulls away, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulders, biting before smoothing the sting with his warm tongue, leaving a trail of warm saliva in his wake. “What’s my name baby?” He trusts you with his life, you can feel it, you force your quirk into the back of your mind, not wanting to know more than you’ve been told. “Dabi,” you moan, pushing back onto him, chasing your inevitable high. “Who do you belong to?” “Ah, you, I belong to you.” “Then cum with me.” You do, and every emotion he’s ever felt crashes onto you at once, clouding your mind, your skin is too hot suddenly, making you scream before the feeling ebbs into a warm bliss. Your body falls limp against him as you struggle to steady your breathing as he strokes your hair and shushes you. When you finally catch yourself he lays you next to Keigo.

“ Why don’t you treat me like that after you fuck me?” “Because you’re a brat,” Dabi responds nonchalantly, tossing the used condom in the nearby trash bin. “Now I got you a present, and since you were so good and didn’t act like a little slut, you can have it. Keigo’s mood is magically renewed by the promise of some sort of reward, bringing him to to sit on his knees and look expectantly at his boyfriend, who tosses a bag at you. “I thought you said it was for me,” he whines, pouting at the dark haired man. “It is, pet, I promise.” You pull the contents from the bag, revealing a strap-on. “OH! It is for me,” Keigo cheers, clapping excitedly. Have you picked sides yet?” “How about you pick, Princess,” Dabi coos, stroking his face with the pad of his thumb, tracing his cheekbones, then his jaw, before running it along his plush lips and pushing it into his mouth. “Don’t bite princess, or I’ll change my mind.” “Mhka eh wehnt,” Keigo responds. Dabi pulls his thumb from his mouth with a wet pop. “What was that princess?” “Okay, I won’t, I decided I want you in my mouth, is that okay?” “That’s just fine baby, let’s go ahead and get ready, hm?” You get up and start fastening the strap to your body as Keigo allows Dabi to prep him for you. “You got any lube,” you question, poking around in the nightstand, finding nothing but a phone charger, a condom, ibuprofen and? A half eaten bag of sunflower seeds? Why are you even surprised? “Uhhh, no, spit should work thou-ah,” Keigo respods. With the sounds coming out of him you can only assume Dabi is getting to work on his prostate.

“He’s ready for you whenever you are,” Dabi shrugs, continuing his ministrations on the blond whining in his lap. You get on the bed and kneel behind Keigo. “Ass up, Princess,” you hum, grabbing his hip and pulling him towards you while you spit in your hand to lube up the strap. “You ready for me,” you question, teasing his entrance with the tip of the dildo. “Yes, god, yes please, fuck me, please.” “Hm, well, since you asked so nicely,” you reply, gently sinking into him until your hips were flush with his ass to let him adjust. You look up and see that Dabi’s already taken over fucking his mouth, so you start thrusting with a slow, even pace so as not to hurt him unintentionally. Pain could be fun, blood usually wasn’t. Keigo begins pushing his ass back into you, silently urging you to speed up. You pick up your pace, fucking into him as quickly as he could take it, grabbing at his hips for leverage, while Dabi pulled at his hair shoving his cock deeped down his throat and grunting. Keigo cums untouched and without warning when you wrap your hand around his throat and give it a light squeeze, feeling the bulge of Dabi’s cock move with each of his thrusts. Dabi follows suit, praising Keigo as he pulls away for taking both of you so well. Keigo collapses on the bed with a huff while you slip the strap off your body and toss it to the side. Dabi pulls the soiled sheet from the bed and balls it up, tossing it into the corner before laying next to his boyfriend and pulling him into his chest. You search hastily for your clothes, unable to find where your underwear went. “What’re you doing, sweets?” “I can’t find my-” “Whatever it is, we can look in the morning hm? Spend the night with us? It's the least we can do.”

#fanfic #smut #mha #hawks x dabi #hawks x reader #dabi x reader

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optimisticstudentangel · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Side characters with a talented MC (for each character other fields) ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Diavolo and singer

When the exchange program just started, you didn't dare to show your talents and abilities. And besides, you were busy with other things like trying to survive and settle in hell.

But some time passed and an event was held in the Devildom, in which everyone could participate. And you decided to enroll there, for fun.

Standing in the middle of the stage, facing the gazes of a thousand demons, you sang your favorite song.

You were already quite famous in your country. You were invited to different parties, and you wrote your own songs, which was in demand.

After you sang, you received a message from Diavolo, where he praised you and asked you to come to his office after the event was over.

- MC, dear, I didn't know you had such a beautiful voice. You were so great that you outshone the other participants with your talent," you laughed awkwardly and thanked the demon prince.

- Well, don't be shy, everything I said is true. You know, MC... this may sound a little selfish on my part, but could you come to the castle to sing your songs? – you were surprised at this request and did not know what to answer.

- I'll pay you. If you want, I will help you become a popular singer in the Devildom," Diavolo still insisted, wanting to get a positive answer from you. "Although to be honest, I would like you to be my personal singer, I think I won't be able to share you with other fans" - the demon smiled at you, hoping that you would agree.

And you decided to really agree with Diavolo. It's an honor to sing to the future king of hell himself.

Barbatos and the figure skater

In his spare time, the butler watches various figure skating championships. When he first saw you in the exchange program, your face seemed familiar to him.

The demon began to wonder where he could meet you. But not finding an answer, he decided to ignore the question that worried him for the time being. On a free evening, he was watching the figure skating competition again and suddenly, he saw your face. Everything began to converge.

Barbatos was immediately interested in you, because he also likes skating. He also participated in competitions a couple of times, so he could offer you to try to participate in the Devildom Championship.

- MC, the figure skating season will start soon. Would you like to try yourself in it?

- Oh, you know that I can skate a little?

- Hahahah, a little? You're downplaying your capabilities. I've seen a lot of videos with you and to say that "you can skate a little" would be underestimated. You can also participate in the competition in pairs, if you have a desire, we can participate together – Barbatos suggested.

- Anyway, MC, I wanted to tell you that you are doing beautifully, and you are very elegant while skating. It's hard to take my eyes off you. I watched all your performances and I wanted to be there to support you. Therefore, I ask you to perform again so that I can see everything with my own eyes and enjoy the moment.

Luke and the famous pastry chef

One day, Luke invited you to taste his pie, to which you gladly agreed. You praised the young boy, to which he very proudly said that he could teach you.

- Oh really? I'll be glad to learn something from you," you replied to Luke. You agreed to meet for the weekend, Luke was looking forward to this moment to show off his abilities, which he has honed over the centuries.

And indeed he was very talented, you were sure of it. However, the boy was in a hurry and sometimes forgot to add some ingredients. Maybe he was a little worried because he wanted you to have a good impression of him. Still, many people do not take him seriously, and you are completely different. Very kind and understanding.

- Luke, let me do this part myself, here you need to beat the cream for a long time, otherwise it won't turn out the way it should, - you suggested. You have been quietly correcting it more than once, to which the boy reacted a little embarrassed.

- Damn, I invited you to teach you how to make my favorite cake. And it turned out the opposite. You're good at this, aren't you? angel asked.

- Well, you could say that. I have a channel dedicated to confectionery, and in general I have been doing this since childhood.

- Waaa, - the boy drawled in surprise. On the one hand, he was very glad that he had a friend who could bake, and on the other hand, he felt ashamed that he did not know this.

- Why didn't you say so earlier?! Show me your channel, I will subscribe urgently!

"Hahaha, ok, ok. And you know, we can sometimes shoot videos together and review new recipes," you suggested to the boy. His eyes sparkled, and he agreed with a smile.

Simeon and the Poet

Angel has read a lot of authors for all his centuries, and only some of them he can consider his favorites. He likes classics more, but he is not averse to reading something new.

He discovered a new author. The author was not particularly well known, but they published one collection with all their poems. Simeon found something native in the work of this human. He reread all these poems over and over again, immersing himself completely in the feelings that appeared when reading the poems.

One day you saw the cover of a book you know and was a little taken aback. Has it really reached here, too, you asked yourself. Simeon noticed how you looked at him, or rather at the book he was rereading.

- A familiar author? angel asked.

"Yeah," you replied with a nervous laugh.

He was surprised at your unnatural reaction and asked: "Are you the author of these poems?". You blushed even more, which was already an obvious answer. The angel smiled.

- I really liked your work. While reading, I felt a lot of emotions, I lived them all thanks to you. Thank you for writing such a work - you didn't expect such warm words. And you certainly didn't expect Simeon to appreciate your poems. Your secret emotions were buried in your creativity. And it was all important to you.

- Please, let's meet for a cup of tea to discuss your poems? Simeon asked. "I want to know what kind of person you are, and how this is reflected in your work"

Solomon and the Sculptor

When you first met the sorcerer decided to ask about you and your hobbies. You didn't realize how you shared all the information about yourself with him. He slowly but surely pulled everything out of you, while he did it so easily and simply.

- So you're a sculptor? Sounds interesting. I will be glad to see some of your works," the sly human stretched out with a smile.

- I have only photos of my works, yet the sculptures are remained in the human world. But you can keep me company when I create something out of clay," you offered out of politeness.

- Oh really? With pleasure. Do you already have any ideas of what you want to do? – he leaned closer to you, this gesture made you a little uncomfortable, and you moved back a step.

- Hmm... nope. However, I am ready to do anything, just not to forget about my skills.

"Then I can be your model," the sorcerer said, grinning. "But you know, I have been portrayed many times, both in portraits and as statues. Each of these talented people tried to capture me in their own way, focusing on my character, my origin and how my people spoke about me. But I am sure your work will not compare with all these works and will surpass them. Besides, I wonder what will come of it. So I hope you won't mind?"

#obey me #obey me side characters #obey me fanfic #obey me scenarios #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader

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luffyvace · 4 months

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Nami x black reader

g/n reader bc i’ll be doing nami x female reader soon!! 😊😊

my phone is on 10% tho so maybe not today :( 😭 enjoy black readers!! here’s some more content<3

alrighty as far as food with nami she will either think it’s good or bad

either way she’s open to trying some tho!

If you can cook

let’s say your cooking is good for the sake of the hcs

shes loves to eat your food and will directly tell sanji to give her the portions you made

bc yes she forces sanji to let you cook some dishes

the ones she doesn’t like is probably like chitterlings and other stuff like that

you get what I mean

With your super drippy clothes 😎

she’s FEELING you

like fr she’s a diva and fashion icon herself why wouldn’t she

well she’s a diva but she chooses to dress more comfy as we know

but she hypes you up about your fits 100% she’s goes shopping with you and you give each other tips

When you wash your hair she’d love to bathe together so you can wash each other’s hair

you guys buy the most expensive hair care to make sure your scalps are strong and healthy

even if you don’t care about that type of thing she does for you

LOL

”your hair has to grow strong _____ or else it’s gonna fall out!! Do you wanna be bald?!”

HAHAHAH

i crack myself up

ok now for AAVE

as far as that I feel she’d catch on to the terms quickly if she already doesn’t know them

she might have heard it from the villagers back on her island or from common knowledge

she doesn’t use it in the wrong context either thankfully 🤩

not that she uses it all that often or anything

she might use it occasionally for like a joke that would make more sense with/be more funny with it but otherwise she speaks how she always does

when it comes to your culture/dances

she’s open to learning your dances a lot!!

the seem fun and she gets to vibe with you!!

also she can bust out a few new moves if she gets the opportunity to dance at some sort of party for whatever reason

😂😂

she’s quite interested in your culture as well

she doesn’t bombard you with questions or anything

but it makes you happy whenever she remembers something you told her

”hey _____ didn’t you say back in your hometown you guys did something like this?”

😍😍

Such a reverse ick frfr <3

shes willing to put on a head wrap just for the sake of seeing how it will look on her

And she pulls it off pretty darn well!!

as well as the traditional outfits and patterns!!

or just the typical black style

that woman could pull off anything

but that’s a topic for another day

she likes your features too

Btw she’s also a big fan of your homemade Mac n cheese

🤤

makes me want some..

HEHEHE this hcs were really short but enjoy<3

I choose quality over quantity with my hcs and will never put out hcs I don’t find worthy :) even if theyre short 🤷‍♀️ that’s why I take so long sometimes either that or I forgot

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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Small World

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: angst. a bit of arguing. mention of the 2016 paris attack. reader being kind of lonely. i guess civil war and ultron spoilers hahahah hopefully everyone has already seen the films tho... but just in case. tbh… maybe a smidgen of like size kink hahahahhaha i’m such a whore. mention of torture, mentions of hydra.

summary: the arrival.

wk: 5.8k

a/n: ahhhhhh, one of the three series im focusing on! probably my fav tbh 😍... bit of a spoiler... some proper steve smut

i have also twisted SOME parts and some canon parts of the original storyline! so if there’s something like chronologically wrong then just close ur eyes xx it’s probably just a hallucination

series masterlist here!

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Your heart drops a little as the echo of the knock sounds throughout your house. Until you remember you’re safe. You’re far away and safe and no one bad would ever find you here.

You quickly realise that it’s also Sunday morning and it was probably just the milkman reminding you yet again to put your bottles out. You always forgot. But he was nice about it.

Grabbing your empty milk glasses from their upside down place on the drying rack, you hold them cautiously as you near the front door.

You don’t even hesitate pulling the front door wide open- assuming it actually was the milkman and that he was on a time crunch and you were only slowing him down.

Which was why, when you were in fact not met with the milkman and rather four nervous faces… you froze in your spot.

Your eyes immediately land on one particular face in your effort to scan all of them. Steve.

You were surprised you even recognised him that quick. He looked so different. Different from when you last saw him anyway. He had a beard and his hair was much longer. He looked bigger too, more muscular. He looked nice.

You quickly realise you’re staring and move on to the next person- however quite literally gasp in fear as you recognise the woman.

You drop one milk bottle and step backwards, shielding yourself with the door and uncaring to the glass bottle that rolls to their feet.

“It’s okay!” Sam holds his hands out, grabbing the bottle that rolled to his feet. You look from her to him to Steve and back to him with hesitant eyes, “She’s good now. She’s with us.”

You eye her from behind the door. Well… if she wanted to kill you- or any of them, she would’ve done so by now. Your first initial thought was that she was a hostage, but she looked pretty close to Steve. Maybe… maybe they’re together?

As you widen up the door again and take the bottle from Sam’s extended hand, you look down in embarrassment, avoiding Steve and Wanda’s eyes the best you can.

“We’re sorry to turn up so unannounced, but it’s an emergency.” Sam starts. Your eyes flicker up to his when he says the word ‘emergency’. What kind of emergency? Are they safe? Is someone after them? Is someone after me? So many questions, “Can we please come in?” He asks tentatively with pleading eyes.

You obviously weren’t aware of much. But with the way Sam was begging with his eyes, Natasha keeping quiet and seemingly alert and Steve sporting a full beard, you assumed something wasn’t right and they needed some kind of help.

You nod almost immediately, “Y-Yeah, of course.” Though your voice doesn’t sound so confident as you step to the side and let them in to your home. Heavy, dirty boots litter your wooden floor but you don’t find it in you to care that much. Once Steve- who was at the back of the pack, enters, you shut the door behind them and lock it for safe measures, before turning back to them and asking, “How did you guys even find me?”

You try not to acknowledge the close proximity to Steve now as you look among the group.

“Oh, uh- we…” Sam stutters, glancing at the others and you guess, silently debating whether to tell the truth or lie… he decides on the truth, “We followed you- from the market,” You furrow your brows curiously, prompting him to continue, “We were staying in that abandoned house near the town and Natasha said she saw you so we followed your car.”

You weren’t mad or freaked out by any means. It was actually kind of funny to think about, “Small world.” You hum. Of all the places they could’ve stayed, they’re in your home town? A bunch of farmland and cottages in the middle of nowhere? “Is everything okay? Why are you staying in abandoned houses?”

They all look to each other with semi-furrowed brows, before Sam is speaking again, “I’m guessing you haven’t been watching the news.”

You blink at him, glancing to your TV through the doorway that leads to your living room area, “No, I-“ They follow your gaze to the tiny box of a TV. It is literally encased in a wooden box- they would all be surprised if it even worked, “It was left here by the last owner.” You explain, fiddling with your fingers- also a little embarrassed by it all of a sudden as they look to you with raised brows, “But it only plays old, black and white French movies and France news... So, unless you had something to do with the attack then-“

Sam shakes his head. Not that you actually thought that they did- well, you really didn’t know what to think. The last time you saw all of them was in Iowa. Speaking of, where are the others?

There’s a thick, almost confused silence in the air as you continue to look up at them all unknowingly. You really had no idea. Not only had you cut yourself off from the team... you had cut yourself off from the entire world.

“We uh-“ Steve starts and you’re a little embarassed by how quick you are to turn to look at him now. It was the first time he’d spoken since he got here- and the first time he’s spoken to you in years. You missed his voice... it sounded deeper, “We’re on the run.” He briefly explains and you open your mouth a little, “Natasha and I broke the others out of prison and now we’re all fugitives.”

You look to Natasha, then to Sam and Wanda, before back to Steve, “Prison?”

“We better sit down for this,” Sam sighs.

And so, you take them further into your house so you’re not all lingered in the foyer. You sat them all down in your large kitchen, letting them take their bags off and giving them all a cup of either ice water or orange juice.

Once everyone was settled, you took a seat at the dinner table, waiting for them to start.

They told you everything. Everything you had missed after you had left New York and effectively shut yourself off from the rest of the world.

The whole civil war between Steve and Tony, Zemo, the Sokovian accords, Vienna, how Wanda joined them, Bucky, Clint and some Scott guy who’s an ant? The Siberian facility. The raft? Steve and Bucky going to Wakanda and only Steve coming back. Then joining with Sam, Nat and Wanda on the run as fugitives.

“And that leads us to now.” Sam finalises, taking a much needed drink of his water that had condensed all over his coaster.

There’s a comfortable silence as everyone allows you to take in all this new information. You hadn’t asked a single question or barely even spoke a word except for your incessant nodding to show that you were following along.

Once you’ve pieced together all of the events in your head, you inhale, “Good thing I left when I did.” Is all you thought of to say.

It works to lighten the mood a little as everyone smiles softly. Well, Steve small smile lasts about a millisecond before he’s frowning, memories and emotions hitting him like a truck as he’s reminded of your lack of presence during it all.

It’s silent again, but this time a bit of a collective, nervous silence. But you know how to fix it. Now that you know why they’re here.

“You can all stay here for as long as you need.” You nod. They all seem to deflate. In a good way! Relax. You could literally see it if you looked around the table, their muscles weren’t so tensed, their jaws weren’t locked and their senses weren’t so alert.

“Thank you.” Sam rubs your arm and you nod with a small smile.

The company would be nice. Perhaps you needed this more than they did.

And so, you help them settle in to your home. You had a heap of spare bedrooms, however, they were filled with clutter, coated with dust and cobwebs so they weren’t exactly usable. But it was okay, apparently, they figured if they slept in the living room on mattresses, it would make a quick getaway if they needed to. And if they’ve learnt anything about being on the run, its to stick together.

Which is why they’re helping you take out all the mattresses you can find and bringing them downstairs to the living room. The living room is also, probably the biggest room in the house- the study room a close second, but it too is littered with clutter and books and large oil paintings left by the last owner.

While the others move your furniture around to make extra space for their beds, you’re in the laundry room finding enough bedsheets and blankets to keep them all warm. And Wanda was kind enough to give you a hand.

“I’m sorry I gave you a fright.” She says as stacks a few piles of sheets into a washing basket with wheels.

You shake your head, folding a large blanket to top the pile, “No, I’m sorry for reacting like that.” You apologise, extremely embarrassed for 1. being so dramatic and 2. probably humiliating her and making her feel like a threat to you, “Just- the last time I saw you you were…” You trail off, not wanting to come off offensive in anyway and eventually just shaking your head again and holding out your hand, “Start over?”

She smiles down at your hand before shaking it with her own, “I’m Wanda.”

“Y/N.” You laugh softly, glad she matched your energy.

“Thank you for your hospitality, by the way.” She says as she grabs a blanket to fold and add to the pile, “You didn’t even know me and you barely hesitated.”

You just shrug, “It’s actually really nice to have some company.”

It’s also really nice to see Steve again. He was yet to talk to you one-on-one. He hardly looked at you. There weren’t enough mattresses so he was taking the pull out couch in the study room. He didn’t mind at all, and the study room was right across from the living room so they weren’t entirely split up.

You would have gladly offered him the spot next to you in your bed- No. No.

You aren’t together anymore. He didn’t love you like he loved him. He probably likes Wanda now.

“Oh-” Wanda squeaks, breaking you out of your thoughts. You stare at her worriedly, waiting for her to finish what she was saying or say what was wrong... But she stops herself and just offers you an uneasy smile, “These sheets smell like my old house.” She quickly lies.

“Oh,” You smile, bringing up the sheets to your noise and slightly grimacing at the strange smell, “Yeah, I bet. This place is so old.” She just laughs, thankful you didn't catch on to her as you finish folding one last blanket.

Alright, a blanket and sheet for everyone. Now to find some pillows.

You shut the fridge with your hip, both hands occupied with the two cans of soda in your hands.

Heading towards the back door, you nudge it open, catching the attention of Sam who has found the comfortable spot of your red and white striped swing chair.

You smile at him warmly, holding up the two cans of soda before plopping down next to him on the chair- making the chair swing even harder for a moment and Sam snickers.

He takes the can from your hand gratefully and cracks it open. You pull your feet up and get comfortable, resting your muscles after running around the house for the past few hours making sure everyone had everything they needed.

You sigh once you’re comfortable enough and lean against Sam’s big shoulder.

“Nice place.” He breaks the silence and you snort, rolling your eyes.

“It’s rundown, I know.” Your house definitely wasn’t a five star hotel. It needed a lot of work, it creaked, it flickered, it leaked. But it was home.

It was warm, quiet and big. What more could you really ask for? Maybe a few friends or family. A dog even.

“No, it’s nice. Adds to the character.” He beams, “It’s bigger than Clint’s house.”

Your heart pangs a little as you look over the horizon at the setting sun, “I wouldn’t know.”

It’s only then that Sam realises what he’s said. What that place meant for you- the memories it brought back- or lack thereof.

He looks over at you and purses his lips, “Sorry.”

You just shake your head, “No, it’s okay.” You look down at your soda can, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve said something-“

“It wouldn’t have mattered. He wouldn’t have listened.” You curse yourself for lashing out a little, your anger… resentment evident in your tone.

But Sam understands. That was the best part about Sam. He understood.

He lets you cool off by staying silent, letting you sort out your thoughts and emotions. Once you take a sip from your can, he knows you’re okay again.

“You should talk to him.” He suggests tentatively. You turn tk him with a raised brow and an expression that doesn’t know whether he’s joking or not, “I know he wants to talk to you.”

You scoff, looking down at your toes, “Isn’t he dating Wanda?”

“What? No-“ Sam is quick to shut down your allegation, “No, they’re just- he-“ He looks behind you, over to the large, opened window that leads to the living room where- sure enough! Wanda and Steve are sitting side by side talking. You turn back around to Sam with a quirked brow, “They’re not together.” You raise your brow higher- genuine concern as to whether he saw what you just saw in that window, “They’re just good friends.”

You look back over at the window and stare shamelessly at the two. Steve talks to her- it looks like something important and she listens intently. That used to be you- until he stopped talking to you. Wanda nudges his side and he smiles brightly for the first time that day- the first time you’ve seen his smile for a long, long time. As Wanda turns to look out the window, you whip back around and slump in your spot on the chair, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

Sam hums, “Maybe you don’t have to say anything to make up.” He looks down at you and wiggles his brows.

“You wanna sleep outside?”

“Alright, alright.” He throws his hands up in defeat. But still, you can’t help the small smile that grows on your face. If you were asked, you couldn’t give an exact reason as to why you were smiling. It just felt nice. You felt normal again. Like you had dreamed the last year and a half of your life and everything was actually all okay and you hadn’t run away from all your friends.

“Showers all yours, Wan,” Natasha emerges from down the large staircase, hair still dripping wet as she towel dries it in one of the fluffy towels Y/N had let them use.

Wanda beams at the thought of a nice, hot shower and smiles softly at Steve before heading up the stairs. As Natasha heads for the kitchen, Steve is left alone in the living room.

Leaning his back against the window, he shuts his eyes momentarily, basking in the comfort of peace and… serenity. Of course, he’s still on edge- on edge that they’ll find them here and possibly even hurt you in the process. But for now, they’re safe.

Upon hearing the familiar sound of your hearty laugh outside, he whips his head around to glance outside the window. He sees you and Sam, sitting on some swing chair as you both watch the sun go down.

Steve just purses his lips, wishing it was him sitting next to you, watching the evening turn into night, drinking whatever overly sweet, sugary soda you’d give him.

He would never admit it to you, but the raspberry fanta was always his favourite- no matter how much you joked about how the only reason he didn’t like it was because it would probably give him a heart attack.

And maybe he was just being… hopeful, maybe it was all in his head, but Wanda asking him so many questions about you made him curious. What did she know that he didn’t? What did she want to know so bad? What kind of puzzle was she piecing together?

Ah, it was probably all in his head.

You try not to let your head swell too big with the sight before you. The whole, family, last supper feast you had cooked for your visitors was being absolutely demolished.

There was a point where the table had gone completely silent because everyone was just so… focused on eating and filling their seemingly empty stomachs.

I mean, you knew they were on the run, but you didn’t think they were nomadic! You thought surely they were able to buy the foods they needed in order to stay… alive!

Sam is the first to put down his knife and fork, leaning back in his chair as it creaks and place his hands over his bloated stomach, “I can’t remember the last time I had a home cooked meal.”

Natasha seconds Sam with a hum, mouth full of food and you giggle.

“I can’t remember the last time I ate with company,” You counter, sipping on your drink.

Most nights you quite literally would eat dinner at the table all alone. Maybe you’d have a crossword in front of you or a book or a puzzle. The one off chances you felt like watching some French TV you would sit in the living room until you got bored and went back to your book.

You did a lot of reading. Surprisingly, the last owner also had a lot of books- in English too, thank God. Many of them were classics you had never read before either: Little Women, Alice in Wonderland, Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice.

It sounds unrealistic, you knew that. If you had been told years ago that that’s how you would be spending possibly the rest of your life, you probably would’ve laughed.

But it wasn’t all bad. If you weren’t reading, you were gardening, if you weren’t gardening you were cooking, if you weren’t cooking you were napping, if you weren’t napping you were cleaning, if you weren’t cleaning you were reading. Simple as that really.

A weekly trip to the market, a one-off interaction with the milk man if you forgot to put your bottles out and a wave to the postman. That was it.

You watched, one by one, as they all leaned back in their creaky wooden chairs, bloated beyond belief and plates practically licked clean.

Then, as they finally took sips of their beers and wines, that was when things got interesting. Sam was definitely the loudest, to which Natasha wittily countered… to which spring out an argument about who was the loudest out of the two.

You just laughed with the rest as you collected everyone’s plates for washing up.

As soon as Steve saw, however, he had abruptly stood from his chair, the legs screeching against your floorboards. He then started picking up the plates in the middle of the table, helping you out.

You smiled softly at him but kept your head down the rest of the way through.

He followed behind you as you entered the kitchen and placed the plates into the sink. He followed suit, placing his pile next to yours. As you turn on the sink, you both reach for the dish sponge and he grabs it before you can and you look up at him curiously, “I got it.”

God, he’s so tall. Was he always so tall? You literally have to crane your neck up to look at him. His beard is nice.

When you realise you’re staring, you panic. You really hoped he didn’t notice or, if he did notice, that he wouldn’t be so weirded out by it. So all you do is just nod with a soft, grateful smile and a small, “Thank you.”

God, why was that so painful?

Turning off all of the unused lights and doing your ritual rounds of ensuring all the doors and windows were sealed and locked, you returned to the living room where everyone was settling into their mattresses.

You had profusely apologised for not having a TV, figuring they could probably use a bit of entertainment. But they assured you it was okay and that your multitude of board games and puzzles were enough. Steve and Wanda sit in the corner of the room, where her bed is by the window- they’re playing Uno. And Sam and Natasha are by the fireplace solving arguing over a puzzle.

“Is everyone warm enough?” You ask tiredly, scanning the room and almost giggling at how reminiscent this all was. It looked like one big sleepover- well it was. They all give you verbal and non-verbal confirmations, along with small thank you’s. You stifle a yawn to smile softly at them all, “Goodnight.” You bid to them as you begin climbing up the stairs.

You’re surprised how tired you are- in a sense that, you feel like you should be way more tired. You quite literally just took on the role of a mother, preparing beds, cooking, cleaning. You usually took a nap on Sunday’s, but obviously today you didn’t. Yet, you still felt as tired as normal. Strange.

Either way, you know that a few minutes after your head hits the pillow, you’ll drift asleep, so there’s not much complaining.

You showered after dinner, after everyone else had showered before you. You were a little disappointed with the little amount of hot water left but you made do. These guys probably haven’t had a nice, hot shower in months, it was what they needed more than you. Besides, lukewarm water still got the job done.

So, all you needed to do to go to bed was to brush your teeth and moisturise. You were almost running out of toothpaste after everyone had borrowed some. You made a mental note to go on a shopping spree tomorrow and stock up on everything. You’d probably have to go into town, town. Like not to the market with all the homemade stuff- but the big supermarket they had recently built. That way you wouldn’t look so suspicious buying your seemingly end of world supplies.

As you finish with the bathroom, you turn off the light- in the process, colliding with a hard chest and almost- almost having a genuine heart attack.

“Jesus, Steve-“ You don’t know how you knew it was Steve before you even looked up at the chest you had made contact with. But you guessed having slept on the very chest every night for two years might’ve helped.

He holds both of your arms so you don’t stumble backwards, and you’re extremely close to him as he practically holds you against his chest. Your hand that flew over your heart slowly feeling your heart rate go back down.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologises and loosens his grip on your arms when you not-so-subtly eye his hands. But you internally frown at the lack of contact.

Swallowing thickly, you wave a hand, “It’s- It’s fine.” You quickly assure him, “Are you okay? What do you need?”

He sighs, hoping you would’ve known exactly why he was standing right in front of you, “I just wanted to talk.”

You lead him into your room after rationalising that standing in the hallway, so close to the stairs where the others could hear probably wouldn’t have been the best idea. Also, your legs were very tired and you couldn’t bare the thought of standing for another second.

As you enter your room and switch on the light, Steve takes a moment to take it all in.

He had only told Wanda this, not wanting to give Sam the satisfaction of being right after being teased the whole day that your house was like a time machine for him. It looked like something straight out of the 40’s. The TV, the piano, the goddamn milk bottles.

Stepping into your bedroom, it made Steve feel like… Made him feel like it was the 40’s… and he finally did get the luck of finding a girl who loved him enough to let him into her house after meeting her parents.

And maybe that’s why you chose it. Maybe you thought it would bring Steve back to you- or someone like Steve.

He quickly shakes those thoughts off as the sound of you pulling the curtains shut rip through the room.

“Thanks for letting us stay. Really, I- I don’t know what we would do without you.” He starts off, totally off topic from what he wants to talk about but he figures he’s the last person of the group to have thanked you… and it’s an icebreaker.

You avoid eye contact, laughing softly as you undo your neat bed, “I’ll be honest, if it wasn’t for the beard, I don’t know if I would’ve believed you guys.” You joke and Steve feels a tense weight lifted off his shoulders at your playfulness. Okay, you’re joking around- maybe this won’t be as awkward as he imagined.

He smiles and brings his hand up to his jaw, stroking his beard, “You don’t like it?”

You squint your eyes at him, tilting your head, “It’s very…” You choose you word carefully, “Nomadic.” Steve doesn’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment… but it is the truth, “It’s neat, I’ll give you that. I can buy some razors tomorrow when I go shopping if you like?”

“I don’t know, I think I might keep it.” He says, still rubbing his beard. He liked the beard. He felt like a different person with it. It was very fitting, he was no longer the clean-shaven, star spangled icon. He was the fugitive, on the run from the law. You just nod, opting to sit at the edge of your bed, in front of Steve now, “Thank you, though.” He says again, “Really, Y/N, I can’t thank you enough for all you’re doing for us.”

You just shrug. No matter how many times you had been thanked today, you still had no clue what the proper response was, “The company is nice.” You nod. There’s a silence then and you hate it and opt to fill it immediately, “Is this all you wanted to talk to me about?”

You hoped that didn’t come off so rude. You were just genuinely curious. And if that really was all he wanted to talk about, you would be fine with it! It’s nice to talk. But you know there’s much more that you need to be talking about with Steve-

“Why did you leave?” He asks, arms now crossed over his chest as he leans against your chest of drawers across from you.

You furrow your brows, looking at him incredulously as you replay the question in your head, but come up short with what exactly he’s talking about, “What?” You ask, the tone and the ambience between you two having totally shifted now, “Why did I leave?” You ask again, and Steve remains in nodding, like nothing he had said was factually incorrect. You take a moment to fully comprehend what he’s asking, or if he’s pulling your leg. Anger bottles up inside you and you know it’s not long before it overflows, “You… forced me to leave. You left me-”

“But you still left Manhattan… after Ultron.” He cuts you off. God, you hated when he did that.

“Because I would’ve died if I stayed, waiting for you.” You raise your voice a little now and Steve dips his head down, though he’s a little confused as to how you would’ve died? “But even if I stayed in Manhattan, I wouldn’t have been waiting for you, because you were done with me before we even went to Iowa.” The subconscious, more kinder part of you that’s getting overpowered by your anger is cursing you for being so… hurtful. You can see in Steve’s face that you’re hurting him… but that anger inside you is glad. Hurt him like he hurt you! “Because when she made you see things and tried to hurt you in the worst way possible, it had nothing to do with me.” You know he knows who you’re talking about. Wanda. Scarlet witch. If this was any other circumstance you would’ve referred to her as a much more horrible name. Steve grimaces at the memory of it all. Fighting Wanda, what she made him see… “You saw Peggy and forgot all about me.” Steve lifts his head at the quiver of your voice and his heart shatters at the glossiness of your eyes.

This wasn’t how this talk was supposed to go. Wanda told him the things to say and he went off track.

“Y/N-“

“No, you shut me out. You wouldn’t even look at me… Like it was my fault that she-“ You cut yourself off before you can say something you can’t come back from- if possible. A tear escapes you and you’re quick to wipe it away. No- he can’t see your weakness, “And when we flew back home, when we got to Iowa, you stopped me from getting off that jet.” You point at him, “You sent me back to New York and I left to stay alive, because I-“ You cut yourself off yet again, realising you had slipped up.

You blink at Steve, mouth opening and closing as you watch him relay your words, “Because what?” He asks, standing away from the dresser now to get closer to you.

“Nothing.” You whisper, eyes trained to the ground so he wouldn’t catch your bluff, “Because I was an avenger, public enemy-“

“No, you said you could’ve died.”

“Yeah, a lot of people wanted us to pay, Steve-“

“They wouldn’t have killed you.” He rolls his eyes, getting a little annoyed now at whatever it is you’re hiding from him, “You’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are!” Steve raises his own voice now, “You are. Or else you’re admitting to leaving solely because you wanted to and no one was forcing you.” You look up at him, staring daggers. He knew how to get under your skin and get you to talk, you’ll give him that.

You stand from your spot on the bed, pointing mercilessly up at him, “When you sent me back, you put a fucking bounty on my head!” You heave, “HYDRA showed up at my shitty apartment and tortured me into where you were and where the scepter was.” You finally reveal and you hate how much of a weight it is lifted off your shoulders to finally tell someone. “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell them anything. I’m not as vengeful as some people.”

Steve let’s the insult fly over his head, more concerned over the fact that… if you didn’t tell them… what did they do to you?

Since the day it happened, you had kept your mouth shut and moved as far away as you could. You didn’t even talk to police. You didn’t even go to the hospital. You painfully stitched up the stab wound yourself and turned the burned skin of an H on your back into a window. Of course, that required you to burn yourself even more, but with a rag in your mouth and loud music to cover the screams, it was over with much faster than you’d thought.

You still have nightmares about it. Dreams and sometimes even visions of Rumlow. In the first few weeks that you’d bought the house, you were weary of the milkman. You thought it was some sort of trick, that one day Brock would show up in the outfit and kill you.

But the day never came. And you quickly realised they probably didn’t care about you that much anymore. You weren’t worth the hassle of killing and Captain America clearly didn’t care for you as much as they thought- so killing you wouldn’t matter to anyone except for yourself… and what were you to them?

“What did they do-“

“It doesn’t matter.” You shake your head, attempting to wipe the flow of tears that stream down your face.

Steve doesn’t know what else to say. He feels like… like a failure. He failed to protect you- not only as your boyfriend, but as your Captain. When he stopped you from getting off the jet, he ignored Tony’s advice to stick together. He put you in danger simply because he was too emotional to make a rational decision.

You could’ve died because of him.

And here he is, in your house. You grant him safety, food, water, hot water, a bed and a roof over his head after everything he’s done to you? And now he’s in your room, after you’ve quite literally slashed away for them all, and he’s making you remember all the horrible things that he caused in your life.

You swallow and then inhale quickly, before taking a seat on your side of the bed, refusing to even look in his direction- let alone at him, “I think… you should go back downstairs.”

Steve doesn’t immediately move. He knows he should fix it, he knows he should stay and admit his wrongs and do everything in his power to make things right again. But he also knows you clearly need space.

Though his heart tells him to stay and comfort you, his body knows it’s best to just do what you say and leave you alone.

He leaves your room, shutting the door behind him and sighing heavily.

He needs a moment to collect himself, replaying everything you had said and piecing together the pieces.

However, when his heightened senses pick up the faint sound of you sobbing behind the door, he can’t bare to listen to what he’s so evidently caused and walks away.

As he reaches the staircase, in the darkness he spots all three of his friends huddled on the last step, offering him timid smiles. Wanda in particular looks a little more empathetic.

Steve mostly ignores them as he walks down the stairs and tells them goodnight as he hurries off into his seperate sleeping area in the study room on the pullout couch.

He really hated himself right about now.

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