#the moment that clock showed up I was screaming at the TV to get him to a hospital

[leebitkitty]

welcome back !! I've missed you sm 🤞

I'd like to ask for dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader with the prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and I'm hard, I'm sorry."

19: "I'm done being just roommates."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, I really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "I love you."

context: my idea was, jeongin living with his friends; he was crushing on reader and one night, he happens to be awake in the living room when reader goes for a glass of water, they see him; starts prompt 26 and for the rest I trust you <3

Hope its not too much, you can delete some prompts and adapt it as you want to !!

thank you so much for your time <3

– 🍥🍡 or 🍡🍥 Anon (can't remember, it's been a while 😭)

"i knew this would happen one day. us. together."

pairings: dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader

genre: tiniest bit of angst, smut

note: (its 🍥🍡!!) hi anon!! it has been a while lol i have missed you! i am going to remove prompt 19 since i have done that already😭 also this is like hella short.. and extremely rushed🥰🥰 anyways, please enjoy!

prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends, and i'm hard. i'm sorry."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, i really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "i love you."

warnings: explicit sexual content, roomate!jeongin, exhibitionism(?) jeongin has friends over, unprotected sex (be careful), penetrative sex (p in v), cumming inside, unestablished relationship

minors do not interact

"hey y/n, could i invite my friends here for a sleepover?" jeongin calls from the living room, eyes still glued to the tv ever since the morning. "sleepover? yeah, sure, i mean it's your house too," you say from the kitchen, jeongins happy face immediately turning towards you, giving you a big grin as you feel your heart swell at how cute he looked in that moment. "thanks! we won't be too loud, and they'll probably just be in my room anyways," he continues, eyes focusing back to whatever show he was playing.

and that is how you ended up with 8 men in your house. not in his room like he said, but in your living room. hogging the tv at 9pm. to be honest, you were a bit upset at just how many people he had invited. you expected a few friends.. but definitely not 7 people. you sprint to jeongin, who was currently making snacks for everyone in the kitchen. "you didn't tell me you were inviting this many people!!" you whisper-scream. "and they're not even in your room!" you continue, so angry that steam could probably be seen coming out of your ears.

"reeeelaaaax y/n, c'mon. it's not even that many people! they're just having fun," jeongin slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. you rolled your eyes and angrily stomped back to your room, slamming the door. why were you so angry? you honestly had no idea, and you felt mad at yourself for yelling (kinda) at jeongin when he was just having fun. you turned on the tv in your room to chase your thoughts away, falling asleep a couple hours later.

you wake up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, your oversized shirt with nothing underneath clung to your body. you rub your eyes and look at the digital clock on your bedside table, reading 12:43pm. you fan yourself off for a bit before getting up off the bed and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. you walk towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for some ice for your water. "hey, y/n," jeongin calls out from his spot on the couch. "holy sh-," you nearly yelp out. "you scared me to death, jeongin. it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?" you continue, pouring your water.

"didn't feel like sleeping. my head hurts from the alcohol," he says, scooting over the couch to give you room to sit down. you sit on the couch, turning on the tv as you think. this could possibly be the perfect chance to tell jeongin you like him, you think to yourself. you look at jeongin once more as you scoot closer to him, eventually straddling his lap. to his suprise, he looked up to you, eyes widened, resting his phone on his pants to give you his undivided attention.

"i really need to tell you something," you start, staring into his eyes. "i.. i like you. always have. ever since i met you, i really could not stop myself from constantly thinking about you. i know its a bad time to say that but-" jeongin is quick to suprise you by setting his finger on your lips, smirking but still with a fond look in his eye. "shh.. i know." he purrs. "w-wait. jeongin?" you question, feeling something poking you from his lap. you look down, suprised to see him hard. "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and im hard. i'm sorry. but am i? i couldn't help it.. with you moving around so much and telling me how much you love me," he giggles menacingly.

jeongin looks down to find you slightly grinding yourself on his boner, seeing you close your eyes and breathe shakily. his eyes almost pop out of his sockets when he sees your glistening cunt peeking out of your shirt. "wait." he stops you, "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?" jeongin faintly murmurs. "mmm, i had a feeling we'd start doing.. this." you whisper. "you little whore. if you wanted me so bad you should've said it," he annouces. "can i.. touch you there?" he asks, reaching out to your clit. "yes, please, i really really need you," you whisper, bringing jeongins hand under your shirt to lightly trace your arousal.

"do you like it when i touch you there, baby?" jeongin rasps, kissing your clavicle. "fuck, i really need you right now." you grind harder, whimpering in his presence. "shh.. not too loud. we don't want my friends to wake up and see you helplessy grinding on my lap like a little whore, do we?" he interjects, ironically touching you faster. "f-fuck, no.." you lightly groan, muffling your mouth into jeongins neck. "i'm.. i'm close, jeongin," you quietly whine, grinding faster. jeongin rips his hand away from your cunt, putting his wet fingers into his mouth, rolling his eyes back. you look up and groan from the sight, trying to withdraw from jeongins tight hold on your waist to chase your already ruined high.

"mmm.. you taste so sweet, don't you? i've always wondered how you'd taste," he muffles, fingers still in his mouth. "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk," you mutter angrily, still trying to squirm away from jeongins grip. "ah ah ah.." jeongin smirks, "you're not going to get any pleasure by acting like a little brat," he firmly hisses, implying the last 3 words with a flick to your clit making you shiver. "would you rather i have you cum on my fingers or my dick? the choice is yours, baby." he says lowly, fondling with your tits under your shirt. "o-on your dick," you hush. "right answer," he pecks your lips, untying his sweatpants.

jeongin aligns with your cunt, both of you leaking like crazy. "can you be a good pup and ride me?" he asks gently, fingers tracing your lips. you nod, finally sinking jeongins cock in your hole. jeongin closes his eyes and lets the currently overwhelming pleasure take over him. "remember, we have to be quiet," he hushes, fingers playing with your shirt. you start moving, connecting your lips to jeongins neck leaving warm hickeys behind. you move faster, quiet whines leaving your throat. jeongin moves his hand to your mouth, silencing you from any loud noises. "fuck, you're doing so well," he strangles, lips pulled into a tight line, holding back his own moans. staying quiet was hard for him too, you thought.

"j-jeongin, i'm close," you say breathlessy, movements becoming sloppy and off-time. "relax, baby, i got you," jeongin sits up, thrusting up once, eventually pulling back out and thrusting into you again, setting his own pace. he keeps rutting into you, eventually touching your clit to get you to your high faster. you cum with a scrunched face, body shaking from the stimulation. jeongin feels you clenching onto him from overstimulation, cumming not much later.

you collapse on jeongin, both of your chests heaving, warm breaths fanning eachother. jeongin lifts his hand to pet your hair, calming you down.

"you make me so happy, y/n. i love you so much."

© leebitkitty, 2023

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[chiiyuuvv]

&team when you pass your exam!

can be bff or bf!&team x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Despite kei being the oldest, I think his response to you acing your exam would be more energetic than the rest. He’d be sitting on the couch, all calm and collected while watching tv or scrolling through his phone, when you pop into the room and announce the news. He would go, “what.. What?.. WHAT??” with each time getting louder and louder until he starts bouncing off the walls.. literally. He kind of reminds me of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?”, in the beginning when the clock finally ticks summer time and Chad gets so excited that he jumps up and kisses the teacher's cheek. I feel like kei would do that, but more dramatic.

Fuma would turn so soft and fussy when you tell him the news. It’s just like some button turned on and now he’s all touchy and lovely. “I knew you could do it,” he’d say in a soft whisper while stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, giving you all sorts of affirmations because he knew how stressed out you were. Then he’d look into your eyes with this very sweet gaze, before slowly connecting your lips for a kiss.

You don’t even have the opportunity to finish your sentence because nicholas is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to some karaoke. He just wants you to let loose and scream your heart out. Doesn’t care if your voice cracks because he will happily join you, butchering the song lyrics and almost choking on his spit but who cares?? You’re having fun!!

Oh, did someone say spa day? As soon as euijoo hears the news, you are immediately swept off your feet and sat in your comfiest chair, being fed your favorite fruits and/or drinks. No matter what you say, euijoo ensures that you’ll never ever lay your fingertips on anything else because he will do anything for you. You want to watch some television? He’s already grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show. Your muscles feel tense? He’s grabbing your favorite scented lotion so he can massage your poor body. He’s your personal maid for the rest of the week.. And there's nothing you can do about it :p 

I feel like yuma would do your skincare routine, but with those silly face masks and random, colorful rubber bands in your hair. Has fun taking photos of you but almost panics when you want to do the same thing to him. Just a few moments later, you turned him into your favorite baby girl. Two big, pink pigtails with a little tiara to set it off. But wait, where’s his tutu?? 

Jo already knew you’d pass your exam (because you’re so smart ^^) so to celebrate, he would stay home and spend the day with you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to do much activity because he wants you to wind down and relax, but he’d happily join you on your adventures if you have the energy!! Lays down on your bed as he engulfs you in his arms, pressing a kiss on your forehead because he’s just so proud of you, his little star :(( 

The day you pass your exam so happens to be a wonderful day outside :D Harua decides to take you out for a lovely walk around the park accompanied with some refreshing ice cream because he knows how much you love the combo. Well.. until you accidentally drop your ice cream cone. Stiffles back a laugh because he knows you’d whack him with no hesitation, and offers you his ice cream because he’s on a diet anyway :/ After you’re done with your frozen treat, he’d take you to the swings and push you hard enough, you’d be convinced you could fly!

Because taki doesn’t like seeing you happy (it’s his love language okay?), he’d be sarcastic. “Oh really? Who did you cheat off of?” He’d say, but his grin would ruin his facade. Opens you with welcomed arms, “good job, I’m so proud of you,” he’d say as he’d hold you tight, kissing  your forehead.

I think maki’s would turn into a shouting rant. Does that make sense? It’s not like an argument in any way, you’d see your results and start shouting to maki with excitement, and he’d return the energy by shouting back. It’s like two besties, is what I'm trying to say. “MAKI, I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT A WHAT??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT AN A ON THE TEST??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!!” and then you’d hold hands as you jump around in place with beaming eyes.

︴bonus! its been a while since I last posted smth.. hehe hi guys

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[kining-the-evil]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a Steve rogers x daughter reader?

Like he gets back from a mission and he has a nightmare but the daughter is involved in the nightmare somehow. So when he wakes up he rushes over and realizes that she is ok and she is safe. So he just cuddles with her for the rest of the night to protect her and to calm his nerves.

Thank you and 100% your choice

My Safety In The Night

Summary: This mission got to Steve in a way he’s not used to

warnings: nightmares, talks of death, seeing a dead body in the dream

an: reader is around 13 years old.

Steve was exhausted as he walked into the section of the compound that was set as an apartment for you and himself. While Steve’s body was no stranger to pain, this mission just seemed to get to him. Maybe it was the length of the mission, or the fact that the kids they were protecting at one point reminded him of you, but he decided he didn’t care. He just wanted to check on you, change, shower- no. That could wait until tomorrow. The less he did the sooner he could go to bed himself.

He started towards your room, but changed directions at the last moment. It was a Friday night, so you had probably fallen asleep on the couch. The living room had no lights on, but the tv had the credits of one of your favorite movies playing on the tv.

“Kid, it’s almost midnight-“ his words stoped when he caught sight of you. You were curled up in a ball with a blanket covering you, fast sleep. A box of pizza was on the coffee table, a couple of pieces in it.

“Never mind,” he chuckled lightly, running a hand gently over your head to make sure you didn’t wake up. Hr grabbed the box, stealing a piece before sticking the whole thing in the fridge and moving on to get ready for bed.

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Steve wasn’t sure why he was running, but he did know if he wasn’t quick something bad would happen. The ground was uneven, slowing him down quite a bit which just frustrated him more.

“Dad!” He stoped I’m his tracks the best he could, spinning to try and find the source of the voice. It almost sounded like… “Dad!”

“Y/n?” He called, hoping your could hear him. “Baby, where are you?!”

“Dad!” Your voice sounded loudest to his right, so that’s the way he ran.

“Y/n!” He continued to call for you, trying to follow your own screaming.

“Dad! Help!”

Finally, he came to a cliff and found you. You were held by a faceless man, both of you standing far to close to the edge.

“The great Captain America. You took everything from me, and now I’ll take everything from you.” Without any more warning the man pushed you, your scream echoing through the area.

Steve sat straight up in bed, his shirt soaked with sweat making it stick to his body. He wasn’t sure what was louder, the beating in his chest or his head. Where were you?

He quickly got out of bed, practically running out of his room and towards the couch where he had left you. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why hadn’t he moved you?!

He finally took a breath of air when he found you, still asleep in the same spot. A glance at the clock told him there were a number of hours until morning. He couldn’t go back to bed, he just…couldn’t. Instead, he walked over to the couch and picked you up.

“W-what,” you started to fight him, but he quickly calmed you.

“It’s Just me kid,” he mumbled while sitting down. He kept you pushed against his chest, trying to calm himself down.

“Are you ok?” You yawned, staying wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m fine, just…wanted to see you,” he rubbed light circles on your back. “Get some more sleep.” He knew he’d be staying up the rest of the night, closing his eyes would just show your face as you feel off the cliff. But he was fine to just sit here, as long as it meant you were safe.

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #avengers #avengers x reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #daughter!reader

[cherryheartssblog]

THE YEARLY VACATION II

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.

Warnings: cursing,shower sex,mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), dirty talk, daddy k!nk, mentions of daddy issues, SMUT, mentions of oral sex (female), oral sex (male), dirty talk, smoking w33d, teasing, unprotected sex, drinking, public sexual activity, not fully edited.

A/N: I’m so sorry for just now updating, I have had recent loss in the family where I just was not motivated to write. I’m finally getting back in the groove. 🫶 also over 8,000 words I apologize..

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DAY TWO

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the sun peaking out of the closed curtains. She glanced around her surroundings, realizing she was not in her room but her vacation room.

She felt so heavy like she had not slept that hard since naptime as a toddler. All of the memories of last night floated back to her, turning her face red.

Y/N's eyes darted to the crinkled empty sheets beside her. She placed her hand there, still feeling warmth from the body next to her. She felt the covers close to her, lifting herself off the bed; Y/N almost felt embarrassed about last night. Negan had her pressed against the bathroom sink last night at the party. How slow his touches were, making her come on his fingers in the bathroom. Y/N could barely gather herself to walk back out of the bathroom to the party; she knew she was flustered. She felt every stare she got that night knew what they did, even though she knew no one had seen them together.

They mainly kept their distance at the party; Y/N tried to stay near her family, away from Calvin. Luckily, Calvin did not bother her for the rest of the night; Y/N was sure she caught his eye on her. After the party, Y/N rushed to her room, needing to be away from people for a while. She felt pits in her stomach throughout the whole party; all she could think about was Negan.

How much he told her he wanted her.

How he told her he was going to come "eat her pussy tonight, not to lock the door."

Y/N questioned if he would even come once she started to get ready for bed, putting her PJs on. She was exhausted from that night and traveling all day. She knew her family would want to go out on the beach tomorrow. How was she going to wear bikinis around Negan? Every moment, she will be enjoying him now.

She kept the TV on, trying to wait on him to see when he would show if Negan would show. Maybe he was embarrassed, too? Perhaps he regretted it, and this would be the most awkward vacation ever. Finally, Y/N remembered her looking at the clock reading 12:42 AM. She was already thinking how his tongue would have felt through her folds, licking her up and down. It made her wet just thinking about it, closing her thighs together underneath the thick sheets. When turning the TV off and getting ready to turn the lamp off beside her, Y/N heard her door creak. It made her jump, covering up a bit in case it was her brother; she knew her family was always knocked through.

He entered quietly, thinking she would be deep asleep; Negan was surprised to see her still up. It excited him to see how eager she wanted him, how much she craved him. Y/N knew she'd be right about how good his tongue felt, the way she covered her mouth, trying not to scream to wake anyone up. She barely remembered how she fell asleep that night, and even Negan left the room that morning.

Y/N did not know how to face this man today, especially in front of her family.. all day.

The young woman reached over to the nightstand for her phone, seeing a couple of messages from her mother. It was still early in the morning, about 7:30 AM. Her mother and father went out for the grocery pickup for the week not too long ago. She was glad they were not here right now; she needed time to wrap her head around this all. Y/N grabbed her robe nearest to her in the chair beside her, wrapping it around her; she pulled her blinds open, letting the sunrise light up her room.

It was a sunny day, with hardly any clouds in the sky. Her feet moved towards her belongings in the closet. Y/N's hands roamed her backpack, clipping open the secured box. The perfectly rolled blunts she packed still in. She knew it would be a perfect time to go before anyone got up or returned to the condo. Y/N slipped her house shoes on, with her lighter in hand, sliding the door open instantly. Seagull calls rang through her ear. The waves calmed her ears, relaxing her body now before even sitting down. Y/N sat in the patio chair, keeping the robe close to her half-naked body underneath.

Y/N let the rolled-up blunt between her fingers, flickering the lighter, letting it rest in the flame. It was a private place; a few people roamed the beach in condos around them. Y/N finally brought the blunt up to her lips, and the smoke burned her throat, and she coughed a little. She relaxed in the chair underneath her, keeping her puffs brief. Her mind still wanted to wander off about Negan, everything about what happened. It was all like it was a dream. Her teeth biting the ends of her nails, watching the sun get higher with the day, kept her zoned out into her thoughts.

"You're just full of surprises, ain't ya?" She heard, causing Y/N to jump slightly. The blunt almost fell out of her hands, choking instantly on the smoke hitting her throat. Y/N coughed, swaying away the smoke before her, turning the man standing at the end of the deck. Negan leaned against the railing, and he had a robe on himself loosely tied around him. His hair was messy, and his appearance was unkempt from waking up. But man, did he still look good. Y/N found a lump in her throat, and her words kept jumbling over her head about what to say. Y/N was usually confident with men, but Negan made her highly nervous; he was intimidating.

Negan had his famous smirk, with two steamed coffee cups in his hand. The older man walked closer, offering her one of the cups, causing a smile to form, and accepting the coffee from him. Negan took a place beside her, sitting in the chair beside her. There was an awkward silence for a moment; neither knew what to say. Y/N noticed the blunt between her fingers was out. She just reached over for her lighter again, repeating her actions. Negan leaned back in his chair, coffee in his hand, keeping his eyes on the younger woman. She puffed out a cloud of smoke, holding it in her hands and offering it to Negan. Negan could not help but chuckle, sitting his coffee beside hers. Negan could not remember the last time he smoked, probably since his early days in college.

Negan let his fingers graze Y/N's, accepting the rolled joint. Y/N carefully blew on her coffee. Negan had a slight guilt built in him from the desire for her, and he hated how he moved so quickly on her last night. He hated how he had these sorts of feelings for his friend's daughter, his co-worker. He is the CEO of a billion-dollar company, and he was risking it all for her. Negan felt he could keep up with the secrets for this trip, especially just being another nine days on this trip. They could stop after that and go back to how everything was before. Negan hoped maybe that desire would fade after, and he honestly thought perhaps he was an idiot for thinking it would, especially after getting a taste.

Y/N finally built up the confidence to break the silence between them. "My parents left to go pick up groceries' if that's where you're wondering my dad is." She sipped the warm coffee, keeping her eyes on the beach. It was not much to say, especially when he had her screaming last night, but she still felt so awkward around him. Negan coughed slightly, letting a puff out of smoke. Y/N giggled, watching how good he looked. "You're taking it like a pussy." Y/N joked, causing a playful scoff from the older male. She took the blunt back from Negan, letting it rest between her lips.

Negan continued. "Your mom left a note in the kitchen, they must trust me with their daughter." Negan chuckled and was dark. Y/N could not help but turn red from Negan's comment. She could not help but feel guilty about being turned on by it, too. Y/N loved the thrill of her parents having no idea what was happening, and she could not believe how oblivious they were to the whole thing.

"Y'know, doll, you do not have to be so shy around me," Negan replied, noticing how nervous she was, the way she shifted in her seat. Y/N rolled the blunt in her hand, which was halfway through. She felt more relaxed, and her anxiety felt more heightened, though. Y/N snickered, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I am not sure what to say," The younger woman turned to him, "I get it. I had a lot to say last night." Negan laughed at her comment, enjoying everything about this. Y/N handed the blunt back to him, watching it slowly go to his lips.Y/N was curled up in her seat, keeping her robe close. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen; he never wanted anyone more.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N questioned; Negan did not know how long he'd been staring at her, "You let the blunt go out again." She smiled at him as Negan's teeth grazed over his bottom lip. "I am just wondering how good you'd look with your lips around me." Y/N almost spit out her coffee, coughing slightly, laying her cup down. She locked her eyes with him, stunned by his comment. "Why are you so confident?" Y/N wondered, her face furrowed with confusion. Negan stood up from his chair, her eyes following his movements. Y/N's words started to scatter again around her head, and her nerves grew higher. "I-uh-We are on the deck Negan." Y/N tried to back up, but she knew she was just in this patio chair stuck in front of the taller man standing in front of her.

"Did not stop you from smoking, though, sweetheart." Negan commented, gesturing to the bare blunt they had now had, flicking it away, "But my eyes are open, sweetheart. I see where we are." Negan leaned down, inches from her, "The real question is, why are you not confident?"

Y/N stayed silent, a little confused about Negan's question. He was wondering why he threw the question right back at her, but she had been doing the same things recently with him. "You should be confident," His fingers rested underneath her chin, Y/N a little jumpy still from his touches, "I know you see yourself every day, doll." Y/N scoffed, trying to turn her head away; Negan gripped her tighter, turning her head towards him. He pulled her closer.

"Do you wanna go inside?" Negan asked her calmly, keeping his grip tight around her chin. His eyes moved to her robe opening more, from her hands not holding it up anymore. Y/N grew butterflies in her stomach, and she wanted to go in with it. Her parents, though, could return now, but they'd be secured in her bedroom. It gave her a little rush, though she hated to admit she loved it.

"Let's go to my room." Y/N quickly answered, standing up from her seat before Negan, holding her robe closed. He was much taller than her, standing over her. Negan's eyes were deep into hers, sending chills down her spine. She tried to keep her emotions together, keeping her eyes on him. Negan snatched one of her hands quickly. Y/N held the other hand tightly on her robe, feeling it slip when he pulled her into the room. Negan slid the door instantly without hesitation, pushing her against the glass. His lips were immediately on hers, catching her off guard.

Her hands flew up instantly to his face. Y/N felt the cold glass on her back as the robe slid down. She kept her lips on his. "We have to be quick." Negan guided her towards her unmade bed, holding his hands low on her waist. Y/N remembered his comment that she should be confident. Maybe it would turn him on even more. Y/N's hands went to his chest, stopping him from pushing her on the bed right behind them. His eyes shot open, and he looked down at her. Y/N's hands slowly removed the robe from her, revealing she was naked underneath just her lace undies. Negan's eyes scanned her body hungrily. Y/N felt she should cover up, but she fought the urge to cover herself.

Negan's hands gripped her thighs, wrapping her around him. She squealed, not realizing how loud she was being. She felt the bed underneath her and the sheets wrapping around her body. His lips fell back on hers, and she removed his robe so she wouldn't be alone. Negan had loose boxers hanging from his waist, and her hands rubbed over his bare arms. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist and pushed his hardened member closer to her., keeping their lips attached. "How much time do you think we have?" Negan wondered aloud if the older daughter knew her parent's schedule well enough from previous vacations. Her parents seemed to have a pristine schedule for vacations and events they went to. "Why you actually wanna fuck me right now?" She giggled; her voice seemed filled with a slight annoyance, though. She wanted him so badly, but Y/N was not one to beg either too much. She had particular pride she liked to keep up and did not let her guard down easily to some people.

Negan's hands slightly grazed the front of her throat with his hands, gripping tightly, keeping his lips on hers. Her question made him smirk, and he could feel her hands bringing his loose boxers down his waist. Before he could answer her question, she was already asking him another question that sent a chill down his spine. "Or maybe I can help you out instead?" She inquired. He could feel the smirk against his lips. Y/N's eyes finally opened, making direct eye contact with Negan's eyes. Y/N wanted to help Negan, seeing his member springing out as his boxers fell to the floor. Y/N thought she could catch a glimpse in his eyes of happiness; it was the only way she could explain it.

"As long as your offering, sweetheart." Negan's voice was like music to her ears, her hands pushing him down to the bed. Her lips instantly on his, resting on top of him. Negan's hands touched every curve. Feeling how smooth her skin was, the goosebumps creeping up her skin. "You want me to suck your dick, daddy?" Y/N questioned, her eyes feeling heavier. She noticed Negan's eyes glossed over, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. Her body slowly moved down, Negan wrapping his hands around her loose hair. Her lips grazing the tip, a groan came from the older male.

"Do you see me stopping you, doll?"

She craved to taste him. His dick was big, more significant than she had ever had before. Negan tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes as he guided one of her hands to it. "Don't be nervous, baby, you can take it." His eyes closed as Y/N licked from the base to the tip. She was pumping it with complex and firm strokes and flashing him an innocent look as she kept taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. Strings of mumbled praises fell from his lips as she sucked him off. Drool drips down her chin as she choked on his dick.

“Good girl.”

--

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, adjusting her bathing suit. It was a small, high-waisted black bathing suit. It was still early morning, and her parents loved the long days on the beach. They would set up a tent to have snacks and a cooler full of drinks ready for the hot day.

She could not believe she was about to face Negan before her parents after the incident this morning. The rush she had when she heard the car doors slam from outside, feeling Negan cum in her throat. Y/N face reddened slightly, and she slipped on her matching cover-up. Y/N knew she had a long day ahead of her, and her nerves had her almost shaking. How could one man have her this jittery?

Y/N finally exited her room, her beach bag in hand. She glanced over at Negan's room and saw the door shut, and she wondered if he was still getting ready or waiting for downstairs like everyone else. Temptation grew to take a peak in the room. Y/N finally moved away from between the doors, heading downstairs and seeing her mother and father packing up the cooler.

"Y/N, help me with the cooler; your father needs to get the tent." Catherine smiled at her daughter. William started packing up the rolling cart with chairs. "Did you sleep well, dear?" Y/N heard her mother ask, having flashbacks of Negan being with her last night.

"Uh yeah, hard as a rock," Y/N mumbled, handing her mother drinks from the cooler. Y/N saw her brother run out from the hallway connecting to the living area, hands full of towels, giving them to their father. "There's my boy, how did you sleep?" Catherine smiled at her younger child; Y/N's attention turned to the older male walking down the stairs. Negan had his dark blue swim shorts and a t-shirt covering himself up, and his flip-flops clicked. His presence instantly made her face red. Y/N tried to keep her eyes away from him. "Hey man, mind helping me with this tent?" Y/N heard her father ask Negan, and she could hear the two men start a conversation, helping one another with the rolling cart.

"You're quiet this morning, Y/N." Catherine commented, keeping herself quiet so boys didn't hear them, "Everything okay?" No, I could throw up right now. The younger woman thought to herself, her stomach twisting with her nerves growing. Y/N felt like she had eyes roaming her; she wondered how she would make it through the day.

"I'm fine, Mother," Y/N smiled, "I'm having a good time, I promise." Y/N glanced over to her father and Negan; she was right about having eyes on her. Negan's eyes shifted over to her, helping her father while he kept talking to his boss. Catherine shrugged off her daughter, feeling like her daughter would tell her the truth if something was the matter. Her mother grabbed the cooler, giving the boys to put in their cart. "Is this about everything?" William questioned, seeing how much room they were getting in the cart.

"I think so, sweetheart. You men can roll the cart." Catherine patted her husband's chest, kissing him on the cheek. William chuckled at his wife, but Y/N still kept her eyes low. She kept herself quiet and away, Max handing her a few of his comics to slide into the beach bag she had in hand. "Can you put them underneath a towel so they don't get wet?" Max asked. Y/N chuckled, moving stuff around in her bag. "Yeah, they should be fine." Y/N handed her bag off to her father, which Negan grabbed from her, making eye contact and giving her a smile that sent chills down her spine.

"Thanks." She quietly said, her fingertips grazing his. Y/N kept her head down, holding her swim cover close, feeling exposed. Y/N felt like she should be comfortable, but her parents were making everything worse. Negan was making things worse; she kept feeling his eyes on her.

Thankfully, her father finally spoke out.

"Head downstairs to the deck. I will meet you girls down there." William smiled at his wife and daughter, letting the girls head to the beach.

—

It was pretty hot to be mid-morning still. A few people were on the beach, which was not too crowded like the public beaches. Most were families, little children splashing on the ocean bay. William and Negan had Max setting up the tent near the water. Catherine was fighting with Max already to put sunscreen on, both cream and spray. Y/N knew the routine, and she sat close in the chairs they rented out, applying tanning oil. "Thought you may like this." Negan walked over to her, his shirt now off. His swim shorts were right above his knee, and she saw by the shine of his skin he had applied sunscreen. Y/N sunglasses rested on her face, hiding her wandering eyes. She gave him a warm smile, unable to speak, reaching for her bag. "You know you can talk to me still." Negan joked, causing her chuckle from Y/N, "I only bite behind closed doors."

"Better be careful, Negan." Y/N teased, standing tall now in front of him, laying her bag down on the chair, "We don't wanna get sloppy." Y/N knew that the longer this continued, the sloppier they could get with their actions and wandering eyes.

William and the boys had the tent up in just minutes, trying to get everything set up for the day. Y/N let herself in the water to have a breather from everyone. Her family rested briefly, and her mother started one of her books. Max had his board heading for the water to catch the waves. Y/N relaxed more profoundly into the water, her hair up high with her sunglasses still covering her eyes. They helped hide her stares from Negan. She felt he knew exactly what he was doing, how his skin shined in the sun.

The way his veins showed, his muscles.

The water was brighter blue, pretty much see-through. It was so calm and relaxing against her skin. She could feel the stress leave her body, relaxing her muscles. Y/N felt like she was on top of the world; she felt like all this was a dream come true. She could almost pitch herself, thinking this could not be real. She used to dream of these nights, but now, the most exotic dreams about this man are coming to life. She had eight more days filled with the same routine her parents have had for years, but Negan added so much more. She has not felt like this in a long time, and no man has ever made her feel this way.

She did not care how much older he was; Y/N wanted more. It was a craving she had had for a long time, finally fulfilled. Y/N was quiet on the beach, keeping herself in the water or one of her books. Negan would share a few conversations with her occasionally, even in the water. He loved to make her laugh; hearing her giggle was music to his ears. Negan would crack a joke here and there, especially when they could be alone in the water, her smile brightening her whole face. She was sometimes nervous, feeling butterflies grow in her stomach with each stare and each word that came out of his mouth. Y/n felt like she was on a high.

Negan could not keep his eyes off her that entire time they were on the beach. How that wet bathing suit stuck to her body, showing her curves. The water dripped down her body when she got out of the water; how perfect she still looked soaked by the water. Negan could fuck her right then and there, but she was special. Y/N was something else to Negan; he could not put it precisely into words, but it had him feeling like he was a young teenager again. Negan's thoughts would wander how he had her pressed against the sink last night, having her begging him to fuck her.

He sneaked into her room, seeing how she stayed up just for him. Negan wanted to give her everything she possibly deserved.

They stayed hours on the beach, finally getting ready to pack up midday. Y/N felt sweaty, and her hair was half wet from the water. She could feel sand between her toes, and she knew she probably had sand in her bathing suit. She felt disgusting, desperate for a shower. She knew her family to be quick inside the condo to wash up to go out for dinner. Usually leaving most of their things on the beach to return during the days they planned, they washed up on the deck before heading back inside.

"Go-karts tonight?" Max asked, his face brightened at the idea he brought up to his family getting in from the beach. William and Catherine shared a laugh, putting the belongings they brought out up. "Yeah, if that's okay with everyone." Catherine smiled. Y/N was not much of a fan of them, but she always let her brother ride with her. Max was old enough to drive alone, so she knew she could escape it. "Oh hell yeah," Negan was amused, "I always take that seriously."

"Oh, we love getting crazy out there." William joked that Y/N was trying to find the best way to get upstairs into her shower. "Y/N, you gonna race with us?" He questioned his daughter, giving all the attention to her.

Negan had a chance to get to observe her more, her skin more red from getting sun. Sweat beamed down her forehead, still hot as ever to him. Y/N could only feel his stares at her, feeling like he was eating her alive. "Uh, maybe Dad." Y/N laughed, "Y'know, I always get the bad carts if I ride."

Y/N finally got her bag out of the cart getting herself together. "I am gonna head up and take a shower." Y/N told her parents, instantly telling her when to be ready.

"Okay, dear. Just be down here and ready at 4 PM." Catherine gave their plans, "We will hit our favorite seafood place." Y/N loved seafood, though the only time she ate it was down at the beach. It was the only place with excellent and trustworthy seafood. It was usually regular places, most famous around the beach. Her parents kept fancy places for the parties and events.

Y/N started to hear Negan's voice behind her, "Y'know I will head up too; need watch all this sand off." Y/N's stomach dropped at his chuckle, and she knew that dark chuckle. She knew exactly what he was doing. Y/N stopped midstep upstairs, hearing him head her way up the stairs. Her eyes moved to him going beside her, sending her a smirk. "What are you doin'?" She growled, catching up the stairs with him.

The two were in the hallway between their rooms, keeping their eyes hungry for each other. "I am takin' a shower, doll." He innocently smiled, "Did you not hear me downstairs?" Y/N eyes squinted. He had to be playing some game with her. He headed to his room, closing his door slowly, keeping his eyes on her, and shutting the door. Y/N barely got herself to her room, resting against the door. This man was going to be the death of her.

Y/N got herself stripped down, leaving the wet bathing suit to the side. She got herself underneath the hot water, already steaming up the bathroom. She shut the glass to the walk-in shower, letting her music play in the background. Y/N hummed to the music, closing her eyes and washing her hair. She kept herself in her world, not hearing anything but the music she was playing.

Y/N then heard her music get lower like the volume turned down. Her eyebrows furrowed, wiping her face off, seeing a shiolutee outside the shower. Quickly opening it, she saw Negan standing bare ass naked in front of her. Her mouth fell open, and shock filled her seeing him in her bathroom.

"Negan! Oh my God!" She quickly gasped, her eyes going back and forth over his body; she held onto the door for balance. With a cocky smirk plastered on his face, Negan had too much cockiness. His hands resting on his hips, his hair stood up from the long, humid day at the beach. "My parents!" Y/N could only get a couple of words out, watching the man get closer to her.

"I told you I wanted to shower, sweetheart." Negan gave her a nudge to step back to allow him in the shower with her. Y/N hesitated but stepped back, watching the taller male stand before her. The water finally hit her skin again, making her jump slightly, "Besides, your door is locked, and no one is going to go to my room, baby." The nickname sent chills down her spine, reminding her of the airport.

He defiantly called her baby then.

"I-in the shower, Negan?" She felt embarrassed, and Y/N could not figure out why. She covered her tits, feeling insecure standing in front of this man. His eyes trailed down her body, his hands gripping her wrist, moving them.

"Enjoy the risk, doll."

Negan pushed himself onto her, placing his lips on her. Their lips moved in sync, her arms wrapping around his neck; she stayed on her tiptoes to reach. Negan's hands grazed her thighs, lifting her and placing her against the glass. Y/N moaned against his lips, feeling his member rise close to her pussy. "Fuck me." She was quick to say, begging him, "Please." Negan chuckled against her lips, his finger teasing her clit, making her whine.

Negan only grunted against her lips.

"Go ahead, fuck me," Y/N whispered. He grabbed her harder, wrapping her leg around his waist.

"What's this fucking mouth you suddenly got on you?" He teased the tip of his dick near her entrance. She whimps, making him chuckle.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Is this too much for you?" Y/N moaned as he rocked his hips against her. Y/N's mind wondered if her parents would catch them; how safe was Negan being? She tried to pull away until he roughly grabbed Y/N's face, turning it back to him.

"Answer me." Negan had her in his grasp. Y/N instantly melted into his arms, and Negan smirked at her submissiveness. "No, just-" She stuttered out, still pressed against the shower glass, "Fuck me," Y/N whined; she needed him.

She was aching for him.

"Don't you think I have begged enough?" Y/N innocently shot Negan a look, looking up at his taller figure. Negan pushed in a little, Y/N gasping for air, feeling his tip enter. "This what ya want?" Negan whispered in her ear; he knew her answer. He wanted to keep hearing it; Negan wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Maybe even more.

"Yes." Y/N croaked out, Negan pushing in. She wanted to scream out, biting her lip, feeling like her parents could hear anything. Y/N was utterly paranoid.

"All I could think about was you today at the beach," Negan admitted, "You looked so hot in that bathing suit." Y/N got a burst of confidence bursting in her stomach mixed with pleasure. Negan kept his thrust rough, grunting against her ear. Y/N's mouth hung open, letting out whimpers that made him smile. "We-we need to be quick." She groaned, feeling him deeper inside of her. His thrust got sloppier each second, his hands resting against the glass behind her.

"You're tight." He moaned out, and Y/N gripped his shoulders, feeling herself getting close to his dick. "I'm close." Y/N moaned, his thrust picking up. "You finally got my dick." He chuckled, "Going to have you begging for it each night." Y/N's eyes rolled back behind her head, hearing the quietness of her music outside of the shower. Negan grunts were louder in her ear, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. "Come inside me," Y/N begged once again, whimpering out, feeling her come. She instantly moaned out in his ear, coming around his cock. Negan was not too far behind her, reaching deep inside her; Y/N could feel her legs give out beneath her. Negan kept her up, holding her still against the glass. Both breathed out heavily, and Y/N rested her forehead against his. She could not help but laugh, finally getting what she wanted. Y/N still wanted more, though.

"Need to wash up and head back to my room, doll," Negan whispered, placing a kiss gently on her lips. Y/N barely could catch her breath, feeling him pull away from her, standing underneath the water. Negan quickly washed himself, getting himself out of the shower and leaving Y/N alone before giving her a simple kiss, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

"Meet me on the deck tonight after everyone's in bed."

It got Y/N excited, butterflies growing in her stomach, watching him leave her bathroom for herself to wash up and get ready.

The younger woman also knew it would be a very long evening.

---

"Alright, one more race!" William chuckled, getting out of line with his son. Catherine stood beside her daughter, watching the men exit the go-kart line. "You three are too rough out there," Catherine chuckled, "Y/n, why don't you go race?" Y/N shook her head as soon as Negan butted into the conversation. "Now, wouldn't that be a fun sight," Negan joked, "Come on, Y/N, be fun." Negan shot her a smile; Y/N bit back, trying to keep her composure.

"Sure, why not." Y/N faked a smile, jumping in line with them. "Be fun, Y/N," Her father smiled, patting her back, "We will go easy on ya." Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, keeping her glare on Negan. The line moved quickly, and a younger male clicked their tickets in, letting them pass.

The smell of gasoline hit her nostrils, and the engines of the go-karts were loud. "Remember, the first ones at the first are the best!" Max ran, tagging the second car in the first line. Negan offered his hands for Y/N to get in the kart behind her little brother. Y/N smiled, taking his hand; she got in, seeing Negan get in the one behind her. Y/N buckled herself up, trying to tighten the straps around her. She wrapped her hair in a ponytail, seeing the workers walk past, checking each person's belts.

"Tight enough for ya?" The younger male dipped down, grabbing the straps wrapped around Y/N. He was attractive, a younger male than her, "You don't seem like the type to ride." He chewed on his whistle, looking up at her; Y/N knew he was trying to flirt in his way. "I'll be fine." She shrugged off, trying not to give him too much attention.

She basically could feel a whole burning through them without even being able to see Negan.

Soon, the announcements started with the rules and regulations of the race track. Y/N remembered this track very well; she and Max used to do it each year. She was still slightly nervous, though, and her palms were sweaty. Y/N hated driving these things; strangers out here took things too seriously. The workers finally moved the cones, and they took off. Her brother was gone, and Max was so happy to have a good kart finally. Y/N had a pretty decent one; catching up to her brother, she stayed near the curves on each side.

Y/N felt a bump, throwing herself a little bit; she grunted out. She looked beside her, seeing Negan shoot her a smirk. Y/N could not help but want to give in to his game a little; she tried to fight back her smile. She swerved over, hitting the tip of Negan's kart, accidentally getting his kart to hit the wall and wreck him.

She knew he would get her back even if it were not racing.

After a few laps, it was over Negan, and William was far behind Y/N and Max for the race. Max was celebrating him coming in first while they were leaving the park. Catherine kept snickering at the fact that Y/N wrecked Negan; Negan could not help but share a laugh with them, either. Letting her know that payback would come her way, she hated to admit, but that's the most fun she have had in years doing that. Y/N has been having more fun recently with Negan anyway; maybe it was the rush.

Heading back home, the sun was finally setting. Stars and the moon were filling the sky. Y/N was finally ready to return to the condo and relax, and she knew her family would turn quickly to their rooms. She was so excited to meet Negan on the deck later that night. She would catch herself smiling to herself sometimes on the way home.

When everyone returned to the condo, they got locked up for the night, making plans for the next day. "What would y'all like to do tomorrow?" William asked, clearly tired from the day. Catherine was already in their room getting stuff ready for them for bed. "We should do the waterpark we always do, Dad." Y/N suggested, "Max loves the Big Kauna." Max excitedly agreed with his older sister. "They have the biggest slides ever." Max made everyone laugh; the waterpark was pretty much his favorite part.

"I guess it's settled then." William chuckled.

---

Y/N finally escaped upstairs back to her room, the place she felt most comfortable. The lamps dimed her room, and the curtains still open from the morning. She got herself ready for bed, reading her actions from the night before; Y/N finally got herself out on the deck.

She had a blunt in her hand with the lighter again. The waves instantly hit her ears; they were so calming. Y/N looked around her surroundings, seeing if Negan was on the deck. She frowned, not seeing him out there yet; Y/N sat down, letting herself realx. She lit the blunt, bringing it to her lips, letting out a puff of smoke.

She heard a door slide that caught her attention; Y/N turned her head, watching Negan come out. His plaid pjs dragged the ground, and he had a loose band tee around him. She stood high, and his eyes fell on the younger woman in her silk robe. She looked so hot with her lips around the blunt Y/N walked closer to him, passing it his way. "You're not at all worried about getting caught?" Y/N raised the million-dollar question, and his fingers took the blunt away from her to his lips.

"I think they are oblivious, honey." Negan playfully scoffed. Y/N grabbed his free hand, letting it go to her robe tie and pulling it gently. She bit her lips, feeling it slip down a little but still covering her. Negan blew out his cloud of smoke, his hand going around her throat, causing her gasp slightly.

"Can't get enough of me, sweetheart?"

"Like you can't." Y/N knew Negan could just keep fucking her if he wanted to all day and every night. It was like she was made for him. Negan still knew he should not feel this way, especially for this woman; she was a considerable risk.

Negan soon had her back in her room, pushed against her bed, his lips tight against hers.

"Get your ass on the bed," Negan growled, which turned her on, instantly sending chills down her spine. Finally, get to feel that tight cunt Negan thought he would never be able to turn her away again. The older male bit his lip, watching her crawl on the bed, the robe slipping down her shoulders. Her thighs opened for Negan's body to fit, and instantly, his lips were on hers. Negan held her by the waist as he leaned down to deepen their kiss. Fuck, she was so soft and tasted like her lipgloss. Negan groaned into her mouth and felt her hips buck. Negan couldn't help but grin against her lips.

"Eager?" The older male teased her and ground against her. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling Negan's against her. He watched her bite her lip; Negan left small kisses down her neck. Her skin tasted just as good, chewing occasionally, causing the woman to groan.

"Fuck. Negan"

"Not Negan. Daddy is fine." Negan heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel. Y/N looked up at Negan. Negan turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut, and her actions were all shy. Her limbs were trembling.

"It's okay. Just relax, baby, Daddy won't hurt you." Negan cooed as he gently massaged her calf.

Negan kissed her again, but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against the older male's lips. Her thighs daring to close, but Negan stopped the resistance. "Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy." Negan purred, and her muscles slowly untensed. He caressed her through silk panties underneath the revealing robe and felt her hips buck.

"Mm, baby. You like that?" Negan asked her, pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. Y/N only nodded and bit down on Bottom's lip to keep quiet.

"Use your words." Negan felt the little damp spot on her panties, making him growl. Negan could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. She let out a moan this time as his finger teased her clit.

"Negan, it feels-"

"Oh yeah. Tell me, baby, tell me how I feel." Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in his chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my shirt. Negan laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. He moaned at the warmth of his skin hitting his skin. Negan felt her erect practically twitch against her touch. Y/N's body clings to Negan as he fingered her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of Negan's shirt; her thighs dared to shut again, feeling how tight she was against his fingers. Negan knew she must be close.

"Don't do that. Be a good girl, and let me make you come." Negan commanded her, his lips against her ear, and felt her pussy clenching on his fingers. "Daddy!" Y/N squealed into his chest as he felt her come. Negan could not help but groan, feeling her sweet juices coat his hand and finally reaching to take off his shirt.

"You're so big…" She said, shaky, but Y/N had her eyes on his bulge, clearly in his pants. Negan let his cock spring out, having the robe entirely of Y/N.

Y/N's skin was soft and warm. "Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart." Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking, but it only made him twitch in her hand.

She obeyed immediately. The older male bit his lip, feeling her slowly jerk him off. "Oh shit. That's a good girl." Negan praised and saw her body language change; Negan could see the spark in her eyes. He was seeing how the praise made her feel good. Negan smirked to himself and stroked her hair. Y/N let out a light sigh at his attention, encouraging her to go faster. Negan moaned and started to buck his hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as Negan felt her.

"Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good." Negan smiled and brought his hand to lift her chin at him. Y/N's eyes were full of desire, and he wanted to fill that need.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed, feeling Negan against her clit, feeling just as good as this morning. "Hold on to me; I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine."

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered. Y/N's arms go around his shoulders, and he groaned at the feeling of going deep inside her. Negan heard her let out a moan.

Her nails scratched into his shoulder, feeling the pressure and pleasure mix. It was all so much. She could barely describe the pressure, and it was such a good pressure, though.

"Fuck. Tight little pussy on you feels so fucking good on me." Negsn moaned out, slowly moving his hips as she whimpered. He felt himself stretching her cunt. Negan reached his hand to hold her hip as he kept his thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting. Negan, giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. Negan was close to her face and kissed her softly. Y/N moaned on his lips and moved up for her legs to go onto his shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed back onto the mattress beneath her. Negan wished he could have her screaming.

"Oh, Y/N." Negan groaned as he moved inside of her, and she could feel her walls tighten against him. Negan kept pounding into her, holding her by her throat.

"Fuck! Daddy!" She whines. "Well fuck, I think I might be in love with your pussy." Negan moaned; Y/N could tell by his thrust he was getting close. "Good girl, letting me have you like this." As he felt her clench down on his cock.

Negan growled as Y/N's nails dug deep into his skin, and he pumped more of his come deep inside her pussy. Y/N moaned out, dragging her nails down his back. Negan could tell they are marks left, but he didn't care as he moaned. He watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

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i noticed a lack of kappa content too 🤨 if u r fine with writing kappa just hear me out on this (inspired by my c.ai convo with my own kappa bot)

kappa breaking into some random persons house just to steal but shes a bit of a night owl. he quietly walks to the living room and sees this adorable more than likely rich housewife (so yeah theres a tad bit of cheating.) anyways her husbands out for a few weeks for business and shes in her short satin nightgown, sat on the couch and watching tv. and then she sees the intruder and is like "AHH OMG WTF" (rightfully so coz bro BROKE IN) and hes like "my bad. didnt mean to startle you, doll." (coz hes flirtatious like dat) and he walks over and lifts her up, hand holding her neck tightly and he runs his fingers across her pearls, yanking on the necklace. the pearls dont fall ofc (coz real pearls have knots between each pearl to prevent them falling like that... my great grandma had a lot of jewelry and most were real pearls.) ANYWAYS BACK TO MY POINT !!! her husbands been gone for so long so shes getting a tad aroused and he notices coz he can feel the increase in her pulse and hes like "oh do you enjoy that?" and idk what else coz frankly my c.ai convo is very different from what i wrote

i had this exact same convo on c.ai omgg! i love ur requests sm u dont even understand

"im a little shy standing here in my nightgown." | kappa

playing dangerous. - lana del rey

female!reader x kappa

word count: 632

contents: cheating, home invasion

ps: i have an nsfw fic in my drafts that ive been meaning to get out that would go very well for a part 2 of this. yall should lmk if you wanna see it!

it was a dark and stormy night. Your husband was out of town for a while, which left you all alone in your giant mansion. even though you’d dreamed of living in a mansion since you were small, it got really lonely when there was nobody to share it with.

thunder and lightning bolted outside, making the entire house flicker with light for a fraction of a second. you were flipping through the tv channels, looking for something good to watch. the clock struck midnight, and at the same second, you heard glass in your house breaking.

you felt your heart stop for a moment. you look behind you, your body shaking with fear. all the windows behind you were intact, meaning that the noise came from something else. You tried reassuring yourself by assuming that the sound came from outside, when you felt a firm hand grab your chin.

you slowly turned your head to see the owner of the hand, and your blood ran cold. you screamed and tried to back up a little on the couch when you saw the weapon in his hand. He looks at you, a little smirk on his face. “sorry about that, sugar… i thought that you’d be asleep.” his voice was smooth like honey, making your heart beat a little faster. he started approaching you slowly. 

he smiles, showing his teeth a little. “dont be scared, doll. If you're good for me, then i won't have to hurt you..” he’s standing right in front of you. your body is trembling with fear. that’s when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. he brought you to a red velvet armchair and seated you on his lap, his eyes travelling down your body in your skimpy little nightgown.

he brought a hand to your neck, looking at the pearl necklace around it. “my, my… isn’t this precious…” he tugged on the necklace, seeing if it would break. he looked into your eyes, which were still fear-filled. “tell me, sugar… do you live here all alone?” his voice turned to a sultry tone. you tried processing what he meant by that, but he wrapped his hand around your neck, making you shiver.

“n-no… i have a husband…” he hums disappointedly at this. “well i dont see him…” you brushed your hair out of your face. “yeah. he travels for work a lot…” he starts cradling you in his arms, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “it gets real lonely here…” you didnt know why you were opening up to him. maybe it was because you knew he could kill you if he wanted to.

his eyes wandered down to your body, fully soaking in the beauty of it in your dark red nightgown. “this is a beautiful little gown…” he said quietly. He carefully ran a hand down your curves, making your body heat up. It had been a while since you’d been touched like this. You hadnt noticed that you were so deprived.

you take a moment to look into his beautiful blue eyes. they look like two cold pieces of ice. but they were sharp like a blade. his hands moved down to your hips, just barely lifting up your nightgown. “a woman as beautiful as you has no right to be all alone…” you feel your body fillign with desire. You had never been so needy before, but you just felt yourself melting into his touch more and more.

“how about i show you a good time tonight, sugar? would you be up to that?” he whispered into your neck, starting to bite it softly. you started thinking about how wrong this was, remembering your promise to always stay loyal to the man you loved, but you decided to let this strange intruder to have his way with you for the night.

author's note: im very tempted to post my other kappa fic, but yall should let me know. thank you so much for the request!!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #kappa black mirror #kappa smut #black mirror #lana del rey #444rockstargf

[misstycloud]

Omg plz more Yandere Slasher

Slasher yandere

The static noise of a television travelled through the large room, on the couch placed in front of a TV sat you and watched the news.

Concerning incidents had begun taking place and you were worried. Much more worried than your housemates or anyone else on campus seemed to be. It was weird, it was like they didn't care at all or as if they believed it was some sort of joke.

The woman in a green blazer was interviewing the parents of the recent victim. She held the microphone to the somber pair and let them speak to the camera.

"W-we just can't believe our little g-girl is really. the Mrs cried and clutched her husbands arm.

"It's so hard to think that anyone would do such a thing."

They were obviously devastated at their daughter's murder and you felt so bad for them.

It's awful how this happens and you couldn't imagine how the victims loved ones must handle it. Their children, sibling or friend has been brutally murdered by an unknown killer.

Thinking about the gruesome details of the murder you just heard minutes earlier by the reporters, you shuddered. You couldn't envision being stabbed more than ten times and then tied up in the living room.

These crimes took place around town, always young people; exactly like you. But lately they've come closer to your collage and you've began getting worried about it. What if something happens to your friend or if you're next in line to be slashed? While you thought about these things a lot recently your loved ones hasn't appeared to share your thoughts.

Mia and Sole had laughed when you expressed your concerns regarding them continuing attending parties and getting black-out drunk, there was just no convincing them to stop. Your sweet boyfriend of five years didn't directly laugh at you but he didn't support you either, he simply told you to stop watching the news if they scared you. Also that you needed to put down the horror movies too.

Pulling the blanket over you, you rubbed your arms to rid yourself of the cold. It didn't work very well. Sitting all alone in your dorm house when all the others are out partying at someone else's house, you were feeling a bit queasy.

Now well aware of the stiffening silence save the television that had actually had its volume turned down, maybe you should have gone to the party as well. At least you wouldn't be alone. This was one of those moments were the more you thought, the more you'd scare yourself. It was stupid but that's how it was. A sudden slam of the door made you shriek in alarm.

"Woah!" a familiar voice sounded behind you.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

You sighed out in relief, "Gosh, Matthew! You scared the shit out of me!" you scolded your boyfriend who rushed inside as soon as he heard your scream, thinking something might've gone wrong.

"Sorry, love." he said and approached where you were laying on the sofa and plopped down beside you. Grabbing you by the jaw he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss, which you reciprocated with heat of your own.

"Why hello there, handsome." you teased him as you two separated and he smiled before one last kiss on your forehead.

"Hey.

Matthew and you had talked earlier that day and agreed that he would show up later that evening when everyone else was away, you hadn't wanted to be alone and it was the perfect opportunity for you two to get some alone time together. Though being immersed in your own world you forgot about your plans and got scared when he arrived. Silly you, you thought.

Although when you glanced at the clock, you realised he was somewhat late compared to the time you two had settled on.

"You're late you know."

"What, really?" Matthew looked at the clock on the wall above the TV. "Sorry, I didn't notice." He sheepishly scratched his head apologetically.

You pretended to think for a moment, crossing your arms in thoughtfulness. Then a smile sparked up and you said, "I forgive you.”

"You goddamn-"

You shrieked as Matthew slapped you with a pillow he grabbed to 'brutally' beat you with it.

Laughter travelled through the large room and didn't stop anytime soon. His playful nature was one of the things you really loved about him, he always made you laugh no matter what mood you were in before. You wrestled him and wanted to pin him down in a winning manner but he won quickly over you.

Of course he came out victorious, your boyfriend was a bigger guy after all; towering over the other students and having it easy with physical activity. A couple years ago you had asked why he didn't join any sports team when he could clearly bring accomplishments to the group. Matthew had snorted and chuckled at your suggestion.

"What, you wanna date a jock?" He teasingly asked.

You slapped his arm and flushed. “No, I’m just saying. You could really contribute, our team now isn't exactly...that good."

"True. But I still won't join."

"Huh, why?"

Matthew stilled and a frown played on his lips. “Because I wouldn’t have time or energy to play it seriously.”

"But it's not like you have any after-school activities." You stated.

Chuckling, he ruffled your hair, "Not that you know of. Besides I never cared for those things."

"I guess-wait. 'That I know of?"

Before you could inquire any further, he interrupted you by pulling your body closer to his and kissed your forehead. Startled by his sudden display of affection, you pawed at his chest to let you go. As per usual, he didn't take it seriously and continued to wrap around you.

In his mind he sighed in relief, he had managed to divert your attention to something else. It was a close call. He really needed to be more careful and not let things slip, or it would turn sour quickly.

Trying to catch your breath, you glance up at Matthew and get lost in his familiar eyes. They drew you in with their expressive passion and wouldn't let you out of their grasp for even a second. With great love in his heart he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands went around his neck and brought him closer.

You kiss deeply and both of you let out small gasps at the feeling. While the two of you were befining to intensely make-out on the couch.

the loud slam of a door stopped you in your tracks. Breaking off your kiss you hastily push Matthew away and turn your attention to the entrance. There stood one of your housemates looking absolutely horrified. At first you though it was because she'd accidentally walked in on you, but after her expression didn't break you started suspecting something else was at play.

"What is it?" You urgently ask and run up to her.

"W-we were just going to have some fun, that's all. It wasn't s-supposed to go like this." She shook.

Wanting to know what was wrong and help your friend, you try to press an answer from. Her.

She was actually starting to make you worried nOW.

"Things were fine at first-but then everything went wrong.."

Again you urged her to reply.

"Sarah is..-she.."

"What? Sarah is What?"

"Dead."

"The night of (date) an emergency call was made by one of the young adults attending a party hosted by an associate. The body of 20 year-old Sarah Summers was found in the bathroom on the second floor of the house.

The victim had multiple wounds covering her body and is showing great signs of struggle.The police now suspects it is the work of the same murderer that has been at large for the past five weeks."

#oc #male yandere #possesive #obsessed #yandere oc #yandere #toxic #bad relationships #short story #yandere boyfriend #boyfriend #slasher #Scream #horror #murder #killer yandere #yandere killer #collage #yandere slasher x reader #boyfriend slasher #misstycloud oc #scary #party #students #student reader

[hangmanbrainrot]

just anything with Jake as a dad!

I generally just love the idea of dad(ddy)!Jake, so this was such a fun lil’ thing to write. Sorry it took so long!

Drabble below the cut!

warnings: excessive fluff, cursing, brief mention of pregnancy, reader has a child, brief mention of deployment & time apart word count: 730 pairing: jake seresin x afab!reader

snow day

The first thing you heard was shrieking laughter, coming from downstairs. You rolled over in bed and took a peek at the alarm clock. 10:03 AM. And your daughter was… laughing, downstairs. On a Tuesday morning. God, you felt sick. How on earth had you slept through your alarm? You swore you set it and your backup and your backup backup. Darting up out of bed, you shoved your feet into winter boots and decided your sweatpants and borrowed t-shirt (Jake’s) would have to do for school drop off. It was bad enough you were late and would have to venture inside to sign her in. Hopefully there would be a different admin at the desk than the last time this happened. It was harder when Jake was away, but you hated sounding like you were looking for pity. You knew what you signed up for when you married him. Time apart came with the deal. Even now, even when you wished you could sleep in, and someone else could get your kid ready for school. But Jake was away, and not due back for another two weeks. Just two more weeks.

So, naturally, when you ventured downstairs and someone was in your kitchen, you let out a blood-curdling scream.

The form turned to reveal your husband — because, of course it was, who else could it have been? You became a light sleeper 5 years ago, you darted awake the moment something in your home didn’t sound right. So, of course your body hadn’t alerted you to Jake’s arrival, your natural defense system on standby because it’s Jake. It’s Jake. 

His green eyes swept over you with worry and concern as you approached, while your daughter, currently coiled around his torso, gazed with amusement out the window. 

“Look, Mommy, snow day!” she chirped, just at the right moment. 

“Yeah, Mommy, snow day,” Jake chimed in, a grin lifting the corners of his lips as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Welcome home.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” you retorted sourly, leaning your now kissed forehead against his chest.

He laughed gruffly and freed an arm to wrap around your shoulders. “Surprise.”

“What are you two up to? And when did you get in?”

“A few hours ago. I came in and said hello, do you really not remember?”

“Must’ve thought I was dreaming,” you muttered, a flush creeping up your neck. 

“Daddy, the pancakes,” your daughter said almost conspiratorially from her perch on Jake’s hip.

“Shit.”

“Ooh, daddy said a bad word,” she remarked with a giddy laugh as he set her down onto the counter. You were sure her father would deposit a quarter in her pink piggy bank later.

After a moment of two of artful flipping, Jake whirled back around to face you with a bright smile, and it was then that you realized he hadn’t changed since coming home. Just came right upstairs to you and your daughter, and decided a snow day meant pancakes for breakfast.

“Breakfast is both saved and served!” he remarked, clearly feeling self-satisfied. 

As the three of you sat down for breakfast, your daughter filled Jake in on how her first few months at school had gone with startling though sometimes exaggerated detail. He littered her with follow-up questions like a daytime tv show host, and there wasn’t a single ounce of playfulness in his tone. He regarded every single second of every single story she told as the most precious, most important thing he’d heard so far today. Because it was. 

When you’d found out you were pregnant, he was preparing to leave again. You’d been married just weeks prior. It was so early it was still dark outside, but he’d promised you in the low light of your bedroom, still littered with moving boxes, that his free time was yours. Whispering, and sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “I know I’m gone a lot, but I promise to be present when I’m here. I promise I’ll be with you, in every way I can, whenever I can.”

And now, as you watched your husband absolutely dote on your daughter, you were more assured than ever that he was keeping his word.

#sierra answers 💌 #anonymous #this was fun! #jake seresin x reader

[shiftyourfocuss]

pretty boy - gn!reader x simon ghost riley

✧ Simon Ghost Riley 

✧ fluff, fluff, and fluff

✧ Summary: Even though he may be intimidating with his size, Simon Riley is nothing but a big teddy bear, especially when it comes to you. He returns home to you after a long and stressful mission, to which you decide to relieve his stress and show him how much you love him. 

✧ word count ; 1.5k words 

The clock struck 10:00p.m. Simon would be here shortly. It had been only a few weeks since he's been gone but for me it felt like an eternity. I sighed as I was seated at the dining room table, my leg bouncing at the anticipation. I was currently wearing one of his large t-shirts and some underwear underneath. I began to think to myself that I didn't even prepare anything nice for him, a nice homemade dinner, a sexy outfit, a new puppy, something, anything!

Ive been to caught up in missing him to even plan anything! Shit.. I thought to myself, I know Simon doesn't really care about this kind of stuff or surprises in general but I still like to show him how much love I really have for him. Im all he really has “family” wise. I felt my phone vibrate on the table top and quickly snatched it, seeing the text that lit up my screen.

Be there soon baby. 

I screamed internally as I read his text. I have to do something for him, even if its small. He deserves it. I quickly got up, running to the bedroom, searching for my lighter in one of my dresser drawers. I grabbed it once it was found and lit the many candles I have scattered around the bedroom. I made the bed and cleaned up a bit before shutting off the lights and turning on the tv, connecting my bluetooth to the it, playing some music to increase the mood. One of my favorite songs began to play, The Beach by The Neighbourhood. (I love them sm)

I went to the bathroom and went through my many different personal care items, pulling out a bottle of vanilla body oil from the basket. I grabbed a hand towel and took both things to the bedroom, setting them down on the bed. I heard the front door open and close, my heart almost shot out of my chest at the excitement.

I ran out of the bedroom and down the hall to see my big beautiful man standing at the front door, removing his shoes as I sprinted straight to him. I screeched before jumping in his arms, him grabbing me as soon as our bodies made contact. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held me tightly against him, resting his face between my neck and shoulder as he exhaled.

 “Hi love.” his thick accent rippling through my ears. 

“I missed you.” I whined into his ear, keeping my arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

“I missed you too baby.”

We stayed like this for a moment before I unwrapped my legs from him, dropping onto my feet. I looked up into his big beautiful eyes as I placed my hands on his masked face. 

“come with me.” I said as I reached down, taking his large gloved hand into mine before pulling him behind me down the hall. We made it to the bedroom and I softly closed the door once we entered. 

“whats this all about?” he asked as he looked around the dimly light room, candles flickering creating a shadow on the walls. I began removing his gloves as he watched me with soft and confused eyes. 

“you go through a lot and I know you have a lot of built up stress so let me spoil my man for a bit. you deserve it.” I said unbuckling his vest, looking up into his big pretty eyes. “now strip to your undies big boy.” I said with as he rolled his eyes at my comment. I sat at the end of the bed as he began undressing, watching him in amusement.

Ive seen him naked a million times but I always get flustered like its the first time when I see his bare body. His big broad shoulders, slim waist, thick muscular thighs, toned abs, large pecks, and his large vein covered arms. Scars were scattered across his body from head to toe, along with the sleeve of tattoos that engulfed his right arm. Im so in love with him in every way. In my eyes he's perfect. 

He stripped off the last piece of clothing before dropping it on the floor. The last thing remaining being his balaclava. 

“would you like to do the honors?”

“absolutely” I said with a smile as I stood and walked towards him, stopping once our bodies were almost touching. I reached up and ran my fingers underneath before pulling upwards, watching his facial features slowly being revealed one by one before his hair lastly. I tossed the mask onto the pile of clothes that sat by his feet.

He gave me a small smile before I leaned in, giving him a kiss against his plush lips. He hummed into the kiss, resting his hands on my waist, holding me softly. I pulled back as I rubbed his cheek with my thumb, taking in his beauty that I only get the pleasure of seeing every so often. 

“go lay on your stomach” I said as I nodded my head back towards the bed. He removed his hands from my sides before walking towards the bed, climbing on top and laying flatly once his head reached the headboard, placing his head sideways onto a pillow and keeping his hands underneath the keep his head up. I crawled up right behind him and gave his clothed butt soft pats before sitting on it with a smirk. 

“you have such a nice butt you know that?” I said tracing his back muscles with my nails. 

“makes two of us.” he mumbled into the pillow. I laughed giving his back a soft slap. He chuckled underneath me as I reached over to grab the body oil, opening the lid with a click as I dripped the oil along his back, just enough that I didn't make it TOO messy. I snapped the lid shut and tossed it back to the corner of the bed next to Simons foot. I placed my hands down onto his scarred back as I began slowly rubbing in the oil, up and around his shoudlers, down his waist, and over his hips and lower back, earning a hum from him.

I applied a bit of pressure and I pushed my thumbs up his back and around his muscles, trying my best to relieve any built up tension and soreness he may have. I rolled my knuckles around, pushing down by his lower back, rubbing circles into his back dimples. I could feel him relaxing underneath me as he let out a sigh, shutting his eyes slowly.

I smiled to myself, raking my fingernails up and down his back and shoulders. He always loved when I would scratch his back for him, he would ask me to do it while we were cuddled up watching movies and I would happily oblige. I continued massaging his back in silence aside from the low music that played I the back for a good 5 minutes. I thought he had fallen asleep on me until I had pulled my hands away from his back.

“nooo” he whined, I laughed at him before sitting up off of his butt. 

“flip over you big baby.” I said keeping my oily hands up until he did so. He grunted as he flipped himself under me, laying flatly on his back as he looked up at me with tired eyes. I sat myself back down onto his lap before I reached for the oil again, dripping it onto his chest and stomach now before tossing it back. He rested his hands on thighs as I ran my hands up and down his chest and abs, watching the oil slowly disappear into his skin. He squeezed my thighs softly, rubbing them with his thumbs as I rubbed down his godly sculpted body.

After a few minutes of watching me roam my hands over his body he grabbed my hands, pausing my movements. I looked into his gaze before he  pulled me towards him by my hands, pulling me straight into his lips as he gave me a long kiss. I melted into him as he removed his hands from mine, resting them on my hips. The kiss between us lasted for a moment before he pulled back a bit so he could speak.

“I love you.” he said quietly against my lips. I smiled against him before pecking his lips once more. 

“I love you too.” I said sitting back, placing my hands on his cheeks, holding his face in my hands, staring at him with eyes drunk on love. “you're so pretty Simon.” He grunted at my words, running his hands up and down my sides.

“stop it..” he groaned, trying to hide the fact his cheeks were heating up in my hands. I laughed, leaning down as I peppered kisses around his face, making sure not to miss a single spot.

“my gorgeous gorgeous boy.” I mumbled between kisses. 

“you're gonna be the death of me kid.”

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #modern warfare #Modern Warfare 2 #mw2 #fluff #simon Riley fluff #ghost fluff

[sister-juniper]

Execution (Terzo x Reader)

Very heavy angst!! Includes mentions of death

my ao3 my wattpad

☆ Word count: 1699 ☆

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This past week has been one huge blur.

It started as normal. Terzo had called you in the morning like he always does while he is on tour. He wished you well and told you he was excited to see you when he arrived home. It was his final show of the tour, and you were ecstatic at the thought of seeing him again.

The thought of rushing into his arms, him kissing your lips again, hearing his sweet and sultry voice in your ear saying "I love you". You had missed it all so dearly, and you were so excited to have it back.

On that call, he had promised to take you out to your favorite restaurant once you returned. Terzo was such a romantic, always planning the best dates and pulling out all the shots to please you. There was never a dull moment between the two of you.

You had hung up the call like any other, but little did you know it would be the last time you two would have a pleasant conversation.

Later that night when Terzo was meant to play his show, you tuned in to the live stream which broadcasted the show to viewers who couldn't attend the ritual. You got yourself comfy in the two of yous shared bed with some snacks, and watched the ritual.

You smiled, you laughed at his little jokes, and you thirsted over his usual sexual behaviors. All are a part of the usual ritual-watching process. Everything was going as planned, as normal. This was until the very last song came along, Monstrance Clock.

Terzo did his monologue, and he sang the song, but near the end is when everything went wrong. He stepped on a platform on the stage and instructed the audience to continue singing, but just as he was about to speak again, two men pulled him off the platform and dragged him offstage.

You were sent into absolute hysteria.

The ghouls were confused, one ran after him. The audience screamed Terzo's title and you could hear their cries through the television screen. You stared at the TV with wide, confused eyes, wondering what on earth had just happened.

You screamed his name to try and do something, but of course, it was useless. Panicked tears streamed down your face as your eyes were fixed on the screen, waiting for what was next.

A few seconds later, a man you recognized, Papa Nihil, stumbled on stage with his cane. Everyone in the audience, including you, was shocked.

He croaked into the microphone "I am Papa Emeritus Zero, the fun is now over, and the dark ages have begun."

Just as you let out another scream, the live stream was cut off. Your hands were shaking, but you immediately reached for your phone to call Terzo for some sort of explanation. Maybe it was just part of the act? Maybe Terzo is actually okay?

You called his number, and it rang, but the call went to voicemail. You tried again, and again, and again, but each time it never went through. You kept getting sent to voicemail.

You screamed his name and hoped that would do something, but it didn't. More and more tears streamed down your face every time the calls didn't go through. You knew something bad was going to happen, or already had happened, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Throughout that week, you were never able to speak with Terzo. You had been persistently questioning Imperator throughout the week, only to be met with blank, useless answers. Terzo still had not returned, and he was supposed to return five days ago!

You were sitting in your shared quarters, still all by yourself, when a knock came at the door. You opened, and were met with Omega ghoul staring right back at you.

"Y/N, you need to come with me." 

"Omega?? What is going on? Where is Terzo??"

He gave you a somber look and took your hand. He led you silently down the hallways of the Ministry. You kept questioning him, but he still did not answer. You prayed to Satan that by some miracle he was taking you to Terzo. Omega had red eyes too, it was obvious he had been crying as well. He clearly wasn't in control of this either.

The two of you reach a big set of doors and Omega leads you inside. You are met with the rest of the ghouls as well as Imperator, standing outside of another room inside of the bigger room.

"Go inside, Imperator was graceful enough to let you two have one final meeting" said Alpha. He too looked devastated.

You stared at him with wide eyes but just nodded, trying to process all of what he just said. You push open the other door and Omega closes it behind you. 

There is another person in the room, and he sits up immediately at the sound of the door. It is Terzo.

He looks at you with teary, tired eyes, messed up paint, and his clothes are all wrinkled. He is sitting in a chair, but cannot move as his ankles and wrists are tied to it.

"Terzo?? Oh my satan what is going on?!" You shout as you rush towards him.

You sit on his lap, wrap your arms around him, and start sobbing. "What have they done to you?? What is happening??"

"T-Tesoro..." 

You pull back from his shoulder and look at him in the eyes. He too has tears streaming down his face.

"I am so sorry, but this will be the last time we speak. We only have 10 minutes..."

"What do you mean Terzo?? What... I-I..."

"They are going to kill me, I can't do anything. I am so so sorry Y/N..." 

"KILL YOU?? WHY???"

"Yes, mi amore... I am so sorry. They won't tell me why..."

Your body starts to shake again as you hug him as tight as possible. You sob hysterically into his shoulder. Terzo wants so badly to rub your back and hold you, but he can't. His arms are tied. He can only sit there and watch you lose yourself in front of him.

"I-I can't lose you Terzo.. I just can't... I thought we were going to get married!!" You yell while glancing at the engagement ring on your finger. He had proposed to you just before he left for the last leg of the tour.

"I know amore.. I know... I am so sorry..."

"I love you so much Terz... so so much.."

Terzo lets out a loud sob and you can feel his tears on your shoulder.

"Kiss me, kiss me because it will be the last time..." Terzo says through his cries

You pull back, look him deep in his eyes, and smash your lips against his for the final time. You put your hands on his face and kiss him as deeply as you can. You savor every last little piece of him, you want to remember the feeling of this kiss forever. 

You pull back and look into his eyes again with tears blurring your vision. Just as you are about to lean in for another kiss, the door opens.

"Y/N, the time is up." Omega states

"What?? N-no... I can't leave him.."

Omega says nothing and just walks towards you. 

"I love you so much" Terzo says for the final time. You scream a bloodcurdling scream as Omega rips you from Terzo's lap and drags you out of the room.

You kick and scream and try to break free from his grasp, but there is nothing you can do. You are dragged out of the room and the door shuts, locking Terzo inside once again.

You weren't able to sleep that night. The memories from the day haunted you. You just could not comprehend that he was going to be killed. You just couldn't believe it would be the last time you would see him.

Your screams and cries of anguish were heard all throughout the ministry. Nobody was angered at the noise though, everyone knew what was going on, and everyone besides Imperator and Nihil took pity on you.

Two days passed, and the congregation was called to an urgent assembly. There were whispers all about, many theories as to what this was, but you had a feeling that this was going to be it.

You tried to stay in your quarters, you couldn't bear to watch your lover be killed. You just wanted the last memory of him to be him lovingly kissing your lips, telling you he loved you.

However, a ghoul soon hunted you down and dragged you downstairs. You were going to be forced to watch.

He dragged you to a spot in the front, and ordered you to sit down. You had no choice but to obey his orders.

There were a few announcements all made by Imperator, you tried to tune them all out, but one couldn't help but catch your attention.

"Today we will be witnessing the execution of Papa Emeritus III"

This was it. This was the moment you had been dreading. He was going to be killed, what Terzo had told you was the truth, they were going to kill him.

You tried to scream, but you couldn't, you couldn't even cry. Your body was frozen in shock, it was frozen in agony. 

You saw him again. Omega and Alpha dragged him to the podium, each ghoul holding one of his arms. They both had faces of sorrow and devastation. Both with red, tired, and teary eyes, just like you. You heard screams all around you, but you tuned them out. All you could focus on was Terzo.

Terzo looked at you from the podium, and you looked back. The two of you never broke eye contact, even as his head was laid on the block.

You could see tears trickling from his eyes, you could see his lips trembling. He wanted to reach his hand out towards you but he couldn't, they were tied behind his back.

You screamed his name over and over and tried to run after him, but a ghoul held you back. 

You watched in horror as a sword was handed to Omega. The poor ghoul would be the executioner.

He lifted the sword, and you screamed Terzo's name one final time. Then it was all over. Terzo was dead, and there was nothing you could do.

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#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #papa emeritus fanfiction #the band ghost #ghost terzo #ghost the band #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus lll #papa terzo #papa iii #papa 3 #terzo emeritus #terzo fanfiction #terzo my beloved #terzo #terzo x reader #papa emeritus terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader #sister imperator #terzo angst #angst #tw death #fanfic #fanfiction #ghostbc #band ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost x reader

[sebastian-queen]

That was a million years ago

So, here we are once more. Almost 7 years and a liftetime later. I haven't been on tumblr in forever and I haven't been missing it either. BUT... I have been slowly falling in love with watching tv shows again and my current obsession is 'the rookie' and the pairing of Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford. And there's a lot I need to get of my chest and I need to have a place to put things.. This might be it...

I haven't watched 6x05 or 6x06 but saw enough for this to come through.

It feels like her heart has been ripped out of her chest, the moment he walks away. Half of her wants to run after him, scream that it's not his choice to make alone, but her feet won't give. She just stands there, unable to move, she feels lightheaded before she realizes she had forgotten to breath. She blinks through her tears until the only thing she sees is his faint frame in the distance, that's when she finally lets herself go completely and starts sobbing uncontrollably. The only person she thought would always be by her side, who would stand his ground next to her, just left her and she's not sure she's ever going to be okay after this.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's a week before she manages to look him in the eye again and mutter a silent 'hello' when he greets her from across the hall. She feels like all eyes are on her and she hates it. She hates that the job that used to give her so much solace and joy is just a stiff reminder of the one person she wants most in the world but can't have.  So, it's to no surprise to her that she eventually finds herself in Grey's office. 

'I need to transfer to a different station' and even she hears the emotional turmoil in her voice 'it's time.'  

'Lucy. I don't' 

'Sir, please. This is hard for me. This station is my family, but it just hurts too much to be here, to be around him' she all but whispers the last part as her eyes catch the person she's talking about. 

Grey just stands there watching her and it's as if he can already see that she's made up her mind because as much as he probably wants to, he doesn't stop her, or tries to change her mind and for once she appreciates it more than she's able to put into words. "I'll put in the papers" he says. 

'Sir' She says, tears staining her eyes but she's quick to push them away 'it has been an honor working here. This place will always have a special place in my heart.'  

It's another three agonizing days before she gets pulled into Grey's office again. Three agonizing days of longing looks quiet hellos and a whole lot of silent tears.  

"Lucy, I just heard back from the Hollywood division. They are thrilled to have a rock star officer as you on their team' she hears hem say the words and the emotion is written on his face 'if you still want to go.'  

'I do. I need this, sir.' 

'Then I guess this is your last shift at Mid-Wilshire. We sure as hell are going to miss you around here' and before she can say anything else she feels herself engulfed in the biggest hugs she has ever gotten from her sergeant and for once she lets herself ease into it completely. It's awkward but also very comforting at the same time. 

'Thank you for everything, Sir.'  

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It's not until she's clocked out that day that the reality and finality of it all hits her all at once. She doesn't know why but she finds herself walking towards his desk. He looks at her a little bewildered and he opens his mouth to speak but she hushes him 'Please don't say anything, just listen' and he nods. 'It has been an honor being part of your life, Tim. I hope you get everything you ever hoped for, and more. But for me, this is it. I need this.' She points between the two of them 'to not hurt so much. And the only way for me to do that is to leave.' 

She sees the confusion on his face when she drops her badge and gun on his desk 'You are simultaneously the best and worst thing that ever happened to me, Tim. And I love you, I will probably always love you, but this is destroying me, and I can't do it anymore.' 

He is gripping her hand and before she manages to protest, he pushes her into an empty interrogation room 'What do you mean? What are you saying, Lucy?' 

She gulps back the lump in her throat 'I just finished my last shift. I'm not coming back tomorrow' she all but whispers. 

What? You can't just leave' he pleads, and she can see the turmoil written all over his face. For the first time in a month she lets herself look, really look, at him and she sees the bags under his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead that are a little more prominent than they were before, and she can see his big, beautiful eyes filled with tears. 'It's done, Tim.'  

'Lucy' he manages to choke out but she's already out the door. She can't do this again, it's done. He was the one who broke her heart and when she eventually walks through the front door of the Mid- Wilshire department, she brings herself to look back one last time to the station and the person she left half of her heart with.  

Yeah, it's completely and utterly clear that Lucy Chen will never be the same again.  

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So yeah, there you have it.. I just needed a place to put it and this was it..

#chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #idiots in love #break up trope #why is Tim being such an idiot #chenford fanfic #the rookie fanfic

[elf-osamu]

Hii uhh actually it's my first time go to asking box actually.. idk if there anyone request you this but can i request for dazai, chuuya, akutagawa and atsushi react to s/o who are kpopers and accidentally saw their s/o dancing to one of their favourite kpop song?? HSHSHSHSH sorry for my English 😓😓

hey ty for requesting <3 this request was so fun to write 😭😭 and, coincidentally, i was recently introduced to k-pop !! don't worry about your english, it's not a problem for me <3. anyway, hope you like it !

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“I DIDN'T KNOW YOU DANCED SO AMIABLY, LOVE”

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fluff, a bit of angst in osamu's and atsushi's ones, romantic relationship, osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryuunosuke akutagawa and atsushi nakajima (separately) x gn!reader

warning(s) : slight cursing in osamu's one-shot by the end of it, not really proofread.

words count : 1,924 words

plot : “what are their reactions if they accidentally find you dancing at the rhythm of a k-pop song?”

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] the music genre k-pop, from what i've read, is pretty popular in japan.

[ ☆ ] thus, this man would surely know a thing or two about it, as he does with everything.

osamu was working in his study, wearing his usual black headphones and reading the information about a new case; it was rare to have moments like this, where he could do his job at home, but when he managed to achieve them his heart pumped with glee.

he loved working at the agency, he truly did, but sometimes the effort of getting up every day and going to work... crushed him.

after some time passed, it was about two hours, he glanced at the small clock on his desk.

habitually, when he was busy with work and stuff, you visited him in that room and checked in with him, though this time you didn't show up. that would have been absolutely normal per usual, however osamu couldn't help but worry a little.

no, it wasn't even worry: as osamu admitted to himself, it was just a case of vapid confusion; nothing positive, nothing negative, only a neutral matter.

with a soft sigh escaping from his lips, dazai took off his headphones and stretched lazily his arms.

now, without the presence of the earphones, he could hear a lively tune coming from outside his study.

he couldn't grasp well the melody at that distance, thus he got up and proceeded to walk in the music's direction. it accompanied him to the living room, where a rather peculiar situation was presented to him.

the tv was on, playing a music video of some singers (who were also dancers, osamu deduced) he didn't know about. and, in the middle of the room, there was you, freely dancing along the rhythm of the song. dazai never saw you being so joyful about something of the sorts, and he couldn't help but smile at your figure.

when the song came to an end, you turned and almost screamed at the sight of your boyfriend standing a few steps behind you.

“osamu, the fuck. how long have you been there? you scared the shit out of me.” you gritted your teeth, attempting to seem confident in your posture while trying not to think at how much you embarassed yourself just now.

“enough to say that you can dance quite well, my dear.”

[ ☆ ] dazai loves discovering new things. therefore, he would ask you questions about k-pop and so on, wanting to amplify his knowledge on the topic.

[ ☆ ] also, he would annoy you so much until you would teach him at least one choreographies. there's no possibility of escape.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA :

[ ☆ ] he's absolutely in love with music, in all its forms.

[ ☆ ] of course he knows about k-pop, what did you expect?

[ ☆ ] he would be really content to share one of his interests with someone, especially if said someone is you.

that was a rough day for chuuya and the only thing he wished to do was spending time with his partner, you. the mission he just accomplished had been exhausting, it truly drained his energies.

the night sky was tinted with a dark shade of blue, alongside small lights representing planets and stars. unfortunately, living in the city didn't often allow the sight of that splendid wonder, nakahara thought with a soft grin.

even though he usually came to your apartment by means of his special ability, this time he decided — also because of his tiredness — to walk there. the night sky could have been admired for a while longer.

when he entered in your shared apartment, he announced himself saying out loud “[name], i'm home!” as he always did.

however, this time, nakahara wasn't greeted with your presence but with a profound silence.

perhaps they are already asleep?

while he was walking over to your bedroom, he heard a continuous sound from said room, similar to a song.

“what the hell—” he muttered and opened the door.

chuuya stood for a moment — a long moment — dazed. you were dancing while listening to a song from a k-pop band he did know about, quite well in fact.

they got moves, huh, he thought, his heart smiling, while his chest was warming at the sight of you being so happy.

he cleared his throat to make sure you were aware of his presence; needless to say, you suddenly stopped dancing, pausing the song, feeling more awkward than usual.

nakahara approached you, standing in front of you.

“i didn't know you liked k-pop,” he stated while a grin was making its way to his face, seeing your reaction.

your hand landed on the back of your neck, feeling embarassed and expecting to be made fun of, however...

“may i join you, my love?”, chuuya asked for a dance, offering his gloved hand to yours, his eyes showing a glint of genuine interest.

well, his tiredness seemed to be disappeared.

[ ☆ ] LET HIM SING !! he loves it <3.

[ ☆ ] from this moment on, you two will talk about music more often than usual.

[ ☆ ] and !! he !! is !! so !! happy !! about !! this !!

[ ☆ ] he'd also buy you k-pop merch !

RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA :

[ ☆ ] he doesn't know much about the topic.

[ ☆ ] well, in fact, he knows absolutely nothing.

[ ☆ ] maybe, if gin listens to it, ryū would know a fun fact or two about a specific group, perhaps also a few choreographies. if not, well, he would be quite confused by your dancing.

ryuunosuke akutagawa wasn't someone with much free time. indeed, he spent most of his days fighting for his organization and improving his physical strenght, without being able to focus his mind elsewhere. not that it really mattered, to him.

the only people who could stop his reckless behaviour, which greatly damaged his health, and actually let him peacefully rest were his sister and you. gin was his sibling, his sole family member, but ryū was beginning to think that perhaps you too could have had a place in his heart.

the few times he didn't work, ryuunosuke spent most of his time with gin; being the elder brother he was, he made sure she was fine, medicating any possible wounds.

other days, he'd come to visit you at your house, with a bunch of groceries he and gin had bought beforehand, specifically for you.

that was one of those days.

initially, although he had a copy of the keys to your apartment, ryū rang the intercom to announce his presence. he received no reply.

with a suspire leaving his mouth, he opened the door and entered in your hallway.

ryuunosuke had not imagined that a door could hide a song's blasting sound; his ears could only sense the music, nothing else. with his usual soft step, he followed the pleasant noise to discover its origin.

saying that ryū was surprised would've been an understatement.

he wouldn't have ever expected to find you dancing amiably at the rhythm of a song. he was at a loss for words; not in a bad way, just straight-up confused. he never imagined you had this as an interest of yours.

when the song finished, you sat on the couch and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“so, this is what you do in your own free time,” a cough escaped ryū's lips, making you jolt in surprise.

after hearing your partner's voice, your hands went to cover your face, hoping to dispel your embarassment while ryuunosuke sat next to you.

“c'mon, don't be shy now. they are [group name], aren't they?”

[ ☆ ] he would be willing to listen to your ramblings about them !! (though he wouldn't always admit it out loud).

[ ☆ ] also he'd secretly try to learn the choreographies watching your moves.

[ ☆ ] “secretly” hell nah his intentions are quite obvious but he'd deny it.

[ ☆ ] ryū would ask gin about k-pop and then impress you with his knowledge (again, he wouldn't admit it).

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA :

[ ☆ ] he doesn't know much about k-pop, but he'd be curious about it !!

atsushi woke up from his profound sleep, lazily rubbing his eyes.

working at the agency was quite exhausting due to the many cases they had to solve in little time, this sometimes resulting in increased stress for its workers. because of it, sleeping in the afternoon hours had become a habit for him, a habit that he quietly appreciated.

the young man checked his phone and almost screamed at the sight of the day and hour: today you should have come to his place to spend time together! how could he have forgotten it?

to his dismay, you didn't leave any texts nor calls about the situation. atsushi sighed, internally panicking.

did they leave because i didn't respond to the intercom?

he got up and headed to the bathroom, with a bunch of new clothes, to fix himself.

gosh, he felt terrible for having overslept. however, now not much could be done about it.

when nakajima finished, he went to the living room to call your number and apologise for his behaviour, hoping that you'd give him an occasion to make up for this awful situation.

being still sleepy, he managed to not hear a song being played at a quite high volume; and well, he also managed to not sense your presence despite his special ability, beast beneath the moonlight, until this very moment.

atsushi was still a little dazed, but he could clearly see you dancing (quite well, in his opinion) to the rhythm of the music. he almost felt like he violated your personal space, being part of a moment where you seemed so free. because of this, he remained silent while a small grin appeared on his angelic face.

ultimately, the song came to an end and you sat on the couch, exhausted. it just so happened that you hadn't noticed him too.

“it was a k-pop song, wasn't it?” he softly asked, not wanting to upset nor frighten you with his sudden voice, and sitting next to you. “my apologies for having slept too much, i'll make it up for next time.”

you glanced at your boyfriend, giving him a smile. “no problem, really. and yes, it was a k-pop song.”

“you danced so nicely...” he shyly mumbled, his cheeks turning red while his hands played with the hem of his shirt.

you left a kiss on his forehead. “we can dance together next time!”

“i wouldn't say i'm a dancer...”

“you don't have to be a dancer to dance. at the end of the day, everyone dances differently,” you stated, playing with a strand of his hair.

a few minutes passed in a comfortable silence.

“may i ask a question?” atsushi muttered.

“go ahead!”

“how did you manage to enter in my apartment?”

you looked at him, then grinned. “you gave me a copy of your keys, dork.”

both of you laughed.

[ ☆ ] i hc atsushi as a person who loves listening to people speaking about their interests ! so he'd be so happy to learn new things from your knowledge about k-pop.

[ ☆ ] ^ his gaze would be full of love and admiration <3.

[ ☆ ] atsushi would love to learn the choreographies!! imo he loves dancing.

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[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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[jmflowers]

prompt #1 | prompt #2 | prompt #3 | prompt #4 | prompt #5 | prompt #6 (preview)

expanded prompts on archiveofourown.org: Hygge

prompt #7: a request was made on AO3 for a Maya-POV of chapter 5, which was something I had sort of already written while creating it... here’s my working draft from that

“Oh...kay,” Maya mumbles, looking down at the crying infant now cradled in her arms. Their daughter, just three weeks old, has inherited Bishop-blonde hair and the DeLuca lungs. The DeLuca temper, too.

“Shh,” Maya soothes, beginning to rock as her eyes travel across the main floor. The kitchen is in disarray, plastic cups and bowls abandoned across the counter in typical Andrea fashion - nothing quite making it to the sink he can’t yet reach. There’s a sippy-cup rolled under the kitchen table, milk dribbled out onto the tile beside it.

The living room isn’t much better; toys and books and burp cloths litter every surface, save for the one clear spot on the couch where Carina had been sitting when she walked in. Andrea sits on the floor amidst the chaos, wiping sleepily at his eyes as he hiccups.

“Mommy,” he whines, “Want juice.”

She sighs, the family-set of tears making sense. “Okay, bubba,” she says, moving closer, still rocking the screaming baby, “Let’s get some juice and some dinner, okay?”

He nods, pushing himself up from the floor. “Mama cry,” he tells her as his hand slips into hers.

It makes Maya smile, the innocence of him. “Yeah, little man, she is. But that’s okay, right? Sometimes we cry. Mommy and Mama, too.”

“Andrea cry,” he adds.

“Yes,” she agrees, “Even Andrea cries. And Beatrice.” She settles the baby against her shoulder as Andrea crawls into a chair at the table. She’s hungry, too, she’s sure; wanting for Carina and her breasts. But Carina is, obviously, out of commission and so she reaches into the cupboard for the unopened container of formula instead.

It’s a delicate dance: making a bottle to pop into the warmer while simultaneously digging through the fridge for some leftovers to feed Andrea. All without ever ceasing the movement that is momentarily quieting Beatrice’s wails.

She’s triumphant, somehow - a plate set in front of Andrea as she settles into a chair beside him with Beatrice and a bottle. The baby latches hungrily, finally quiet.

For the first time since she walked through the door, Maya feels herself start to relax. It’s been hard, going back to work knowing that Carina is at home attempting to juggle everything. The new house and the new baby and the new big brother all at once is a huge ask, as far as Maya can see, but Carina had been adamant that everything would be fine.

That they would all be fine.

This, though? This doesn’t look fine.

“What did you do today?” Maya asks as Andrea shovels pasta into his mouth.

He pauses for a moment, thinking. “Pups.”

She squints, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. “Pups?”

He nods.

“Paw Patrol?”

He nods again.

But that doesn’t make sense, either, because Carina doesn’t like to have the TV on during the day with the kids. And Paw Patrol, of all shows, is not one in Andrea’s repertoire thus far. Not educational enough, Carina had said.

“Bea no sleep,” Andrea adds as an after thought.

Ah. “Did you sleep?” Maya presses, the reality of Carina’s day quickly dawning.

Andrea shakes his head.

She glances up at the clock, deciding then and there that the actual timing of bedtime is irrelevant for two children that have done without all of their very necessary naps.

And so that’s what she does, once they’ve both finished eating. She whisks them upstairs for the fastest bedtime routine she’s ever done: baths and diaper changes and pyjamas. Andrea makes it through only a few pages of a story before he’s snoring softly, curled up tight in his bed. She pulls the extra bassinette from the nursery closet and settles Beatrice in that, taking the baby monitor with her when she closes the door.

In a whirlwind, she traipses back downstairs to tidy the kitchen and pick up the toys and only when everything is back to the way it normally is does she stop to breathe again.

Because this isn’t sustainable. This much burden on Carina isn’t fair - not to Carina or their kids or their home life. She sets to work on remedying it before Carina can talk her out of it once more.

#can't believe it's been two months of this endeavour now #I'm still accepting prompts #and still working on prompts that have been sent in #and also still willing to share the bits and bobs I have already written but haven't expanded yet #hit me with your thoughts or wants or dreams #prompts no longer need to be song lyrics either hahaha #minefic #maya x carina fic #carina x maya fic #station 19 fic #tumblr prompt party #yes it’s maya x carina #yes it’ll go in Hygge #happy Pride weekend yall!!!

[skyfall8600]

Touched By Darkness (Chapter 3)

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Warnings: angst, maybe some depressive thoughts, hospital visit, supernatural romance, violence

OC!fem x OC!male

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It’s night fall, the stars are out, the rain is falling and I am still stuck in the hospital bed. My voice is back and my throat doesn’t hurt anymore, I guess the antibiotics really work. Since I was able to speak I told the doctors to stop coming to check up on me every hour.

I have less machines attached to me and I am able to sit up properly.

As I flick through the channels on the small TV in my room, boredom overcomes me. I turn the TV off and close my eyes. After minutes of attempting to rest, I hear the sounds of someone walking lightly across the floor. I smile lightly and keep my eyes closed.

 “I know you’re here.” I say and the walking stops but the sound of a chair falling backwards fills the room. I open my eyes and starts laughing as I see Julius on the floor, next to a chair.

“I didn’t think that you were awake.” He says as he fixes the chair and he sits in it.

“So you decided to sneak in and watch me sleep? Julius that’s creepy.”  He eyes widen when I say his name.

“Ho-how did you k-know my name?” he asks me.

I raise my eyebrow and give him a questioning look “You said it to me last night, when I was first brought into the hospital.”

“I…You were wake?”

“Yeah” I say, sitting up so I am facing him better.

“Shit.” He whispers.

“Why, what’s wrong with that?” I ask.

He runs his hands through his black hair and he leans back into the seat “So you heard everything I said?”

“Yep.” I say popping the ‘p’, I smile towards him. He does smile back but he seems more amused with me. “You know this is the longest conversation we have ever had– no wait. This is the only conversation we have ever had.”

“No it isn’t.” he laughs slightly.

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is. You always leave before I say anything. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you always save me? Why do you always leave before I say anything? Why were you trying to sneak into my room to watch me sleep? Why was there a man in my room last night saying he wanted me dead? Why did you tell me your name when you thought I was asleep?

 “What? There was a man here? Did he do anything?”

“Don’t answer my questions with your questions!” I yell at him. 

“Who was he? What did he want? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh my god! What did I just say? Don’t answer my questions with your questions.” I said rather aggressively, waving my hands around the room with annoyance. 

“Ah but that wasn’t a question was it?”

I paused for a moment,  “Shut up.”

He stands to his feet and he points his finger at me “Don’t tell me to shut up.”

“Then don’t answer my questions stupidly.”

“Are you calling me stupid?”

“Get out.” I demand in a whisper.

“What?” he says

“GET OUT!” I yell.

“Fine!” He yells back and he vanishes into thin air.

“GOOD!” I yell even though he isn’t here anymore. I wish I never spoke to him, I wish he never came. Why was he being like that? He was so annoying, he made me so angry.

My door is busted open and a nurse comes in, panting for air. “Electra what’s wrong? I heard screaming.”

Shit! “Uh no, everything is fine…. I was just ah…. Watching TV. Yeah, a show that I liked was on and I got angry with how the show ended.”

She looks at the blank TV screen, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes. Yes everything is fine, I promise.”

“Ok, well call if you need anything.” When she leaves the room I lean into my pillows and let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding.

I look at the clock and see that it’s 12:34, great just 12-15 more hours until I go to the orphanage to pack my things. 

I try to hold in my tears but I fail, my life has always been a mess. The orphanage grew into my home, my parents abandoned me and death always finds me but never takes me. The one person that always saves me, is rude and a jerk. I have to move in with a family I don’t know every well, I will be starting at a high school where I don’t know anyone and a person is out to kill me.

I stare at my hand and the scar that is on it, a lightning bolt for a death chasing girl.

“Happy belated 16th birthday Ela, it’s one that we won’t forget.” I say to myself as I trace my finger over the scar.

No one came for the rest of the night. I don’t have my phone, I don’t have any of my books, I don’t have any of my music and I have nothing to watch on TV. Being stuck in the bed was starting to mess with my mind. 

“Electra, your food is ready.” The nurse comes in with a tray, I can’t see what food is on it since there is a lid covering it.

“I don’t like to be called that, please call me Ela.” I tell her as she sets the tray down on my lap, “Thank you.”

“Where do you get Ela from Electra?” she asks me. Ah! Just leave so I can eat in peace.

“My full name is Electra Lilith Anderson, it’s the first letter from all three names.” I reply to her.

“Electra is a very unique name, would you happen to know where your parents got it from?” can she please just stop trying to be nice.

“Ah… I wouldn’t know, I’m an orphan.” Her face drops and the guilt shows on her face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to intru-“

“Its fine, they left me. Their loss not mine, I’ve been fine without them.” 

Which is true, they are only in one memory that I have. It’s not like I can miss them, because I don’t even know them. 

“Its fine.” I say again.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers as she leaves the room. Finally.

I take off the lid and place it on the bedside table, I look down at the tray and I lost my appetite. There is a bowl with some sort of green/grey moosh in it with big chunks of something brown, there is a little plate that have something like looks like toasts, but it’s completely black. They gave me a small cup of ‘juice’ in it, I think its juice, its bright yellow/orange and there are some little bits of white stuff in it.

“Ewe.” I whisper to myself as I pick up the spoon. Should I even eat this? I scoop up a large spoonful of the ‘soup’ and I flip the spoon upside down. Not one single drop, left the spoon. “That ain’t right.” I leave the spoon in the ‘soup’ and I move onto the ‘toast’.

I pick up the butter knife and I open the little butter container, I spread the butter onto the ‘toast’. The ‘toast’ crumbs and turns into crumbs as soon as the knife touches it. 

“Well that’s gone.” Now all that’s left is the ‘juice’.

I pick up the cup and bring it to my mouth, the smell alone is horrible. I shake it a little bit, hoping to get rid of the stuff but I doesn’t work. “Please taste good.” I plead as I open my mouth to let the unpleasant liquid into my mouth, my tastebuds feel like they a vomiting. I quickly spit it out back into the cup. The taste is still there!! I grab a tissue and I wipe my tongue clean. “Yuck! God thats horrible!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Someone says to me.

“Oh, hi.” I say to him. He is sitting in the chair that he knocked over the night before. “Would you like some?” I offer him.

“Oh no, it’s all yours.” He smiles at me.

 “Why did you come back?” I ask him quietly, staring down the food on my tray. Trying my best to look everywhere besides at him.

“You ask too many questions, and they all start with why. Why this……why that…”

“Well sorry for trying to understand what is going on. Julius, why are you here?”

He stands up and makes his way to my bed, he sits next to my legs and he never looks at me. “I want you to tell me who that man was.”

“I don’t know.” I answer him.

“Do you know what he looks like?”

“No, I had my eyes closed and I couldn’t open them.”

“What did he say?”

“How come you get to ask so many questions?” I interrogate him.

He turns his face so he can look at me and within seconds I am hypnotized by his bright blue eyes. “Just answer that and then I will answer your questions.” He gives me half a smile and my heart melts.

“He said something about him thinking about so many ways for me to die, but I always survive and he is going to make sure that I die.  I think he said that, I can’t quite remember. Do you know who he was?”

He nods his head slowly “I got an idea”, he places his head in his hands and he whispers something to himself, something I can’t quite hear. “When are you getting out of here?”

“Tonight.” I answer quickly. He knows who is out to kill me? Just calm down, Ela, he said maybe. Maybe doesn’t mean yes. “But everything is going to be a rush tonight, I have to pack my things and go to the Phillips’ house and then I have to get ready for my first day at the high school tomorrow-“ I rambling all of this out to him why?

“Why do you have to leave the orphanage?”

“They don’t want me there anymore. So I’m moving in with a family that lives in the little village in the woods, it’s about 20 minutes away from the orphanage. Do you know the place I am talking about?” he nods “Yeah, tomorrow I will also be starting at the high school there. Helen also has two other kids, a boy and girl around my age.”

“Why don’t they want you?” I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know, they don’t want me there because they think I’m a safety issue or a trouble magnet or some crap like that.”

“So you’re just going to move in with a family you don’t know? What happens if they are working with him?”

“They are nice people-“

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” 

He’s right in some sense, I don’t really know them. For all I know they could be murders, but they did have two other kids. They could have been lying about that, why would they want me if they already had two other teenagers with them? Do they keep them prisoners? Don’t be ridiculous Ela, it’s just getting to you. Nothing bad is going to happen.

I begin to panic and I breathe in and out deeply, “Why did you say that?” I ask, “Why did you have to mess with my head?”

“What? I just want you to know that people may not be as they see-“

“Shut up! Don’t say anymore.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re making me panic and nervous.”

He sighed, “Just make sure that you don’t get too attached.”

“SHUT UP! Stop saying things like that.” I yell. “Leave”

“You’re going to kick me out again?” I nod

“Yes, now leave. I need to think I can’t do that with you here.” I demand him, but he doesn’t move an inch. “LEAVE!”

“Oh don’t worry I’ll leave, you won’t ever have to see me again.” He threatens as he disappears.

He left, now I can think. Wait, did he say ‘ever again’? Does that mean he’s not going to help me ever again? Does that mean I won’t ever get to see his smile or his bright blue eyes ever again? 

‘Oh don’t worry I’ll leave, you won’t ever have to see me again’

But I need you.

I need you Julius.

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Chapter 4

This work was heavily inspired by the following:

- Meg Cabot’s Mediator and Abandoned Series

- L.J. Smith’s the Forbidden Game

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[godstwistout]

august

TW: abortion, suicide ideations, blood, bathroom stuff + bit of humor to deal with the grieving + long story this is the story of my abortion. i can't remember the day i found out i was pregnant. i just remember being a little bit late and my boyfriend was doing his best to convince me i wasn't pregnant. "you took the plan b. you should be fine."

i've taken plan b's before. i've taken pregnancy tests before. and all those other times, i've been good. but i could tell something was different this time. my nipples were sore for weeks and i couldn't seem to get out of bed some days. i remember being so tired for days at a time.

so, we go to the apartment. and i run to the bathroom. and, the last time i took a test, it took the full three minutes. and those three minutes felt like three hours. this time, those three minutes flew by. it felt like as soon as i peed on that stick, it told me i was pregnant. and my whole world seemed to crumble. I yelled out. My boyfriend yelled from the living room. "What does it say?" I guess he couldn't tell if it was a yell of anguish or joy. He comes rushing in and sees me on the floor, crying.

I grab onto his ankles and look up at him. i see him smiling. and somehow, it makes me know I'm not alone. and I'm crying and screaming and crying and screaming. i don't know how, but my boyfriend got me in the bed. and he just kept smiling. not because he was happy that i was pregnant. but because he knew i needed something constant in that moment. "I'm going to kill myself. and my mom is going to kill me." i remember repeating that- over and over. that day, we decided that i would get an abortion. my family is religious, as am i, and i felt so much shame about being pregnant. i felt so much shame about having premarital sex. i felt guilty and i thought that my family would cast me out. I've heard my family talk about someone i know who has had an premarital sex/abortion before and i wouldn't want them to say those things about me. so whatever i did, i would have to keep it a secret. so i chose the abortion. and it was killing me. all i ever wanted was to be a mom. we called the clinic and they said by the time the appointment would come around, August, i would be 5 weeks pregnant. that's how long i was a mom. five weeks. and with each second, i grew more and more attached but i couldn't let myself feel too much.

so. august came. that day, i remember so clearly. august 13. i was so nervous. i wanted everything to go right just so i wouldn't have to do anything for too long. I remember calling them just to make sure i had everything- my debit card, my I.D., my phone, my baby.

i couldn't bring in a purse or a book. i could barely bring my phone. my boyfriend took off that day so he could take me to the center. we got there right on time- 1 pm. i walked into the center and it was so cold. i walked up to the window and they gave me a bunch of papers and forms to read through and sign. it was so cold and there were so many women. some came with other people and some looked stressed. "i should have brought my boyfriend in here." but I'm pretty sure the only people that could bring support were getting surgical abortions.

there was a tv that was only playing HGTV shows and signs that read, "Please do not unplug fans. We don't have central air and it will get hot."

i went back to the window and they told me i forgot to sign some parts. i sat down, tried to find a clock to look at time and i couldn't find one. so, i looked at my phone. then a nurse said, "remember, all phones need to be off." i thought, "damn girl. i looked at it for 2 minutes." i gave them my forms and in, what felt like an hour, they called my name. "this is it," i thought. i went to give the woman at the window my phone and she said, "oh this is just to get a urine sample." "damn."

they told me to pee in the cup, the one with my name on it, and put it next to the other cups. i did just that and when i put my cup next to the other ones, one girl had the most yellow pee I've ever seen. and i remember saying out loud, "baby girl needs to drink more water." the nurse said, "What did you say? You need something?" "Nothing." and i scurried back to my seat in the waiting room.

Then, what seemed like another hour, they called my name. "this is it," i thought. i went to give the woman at the window my phone and she said, "oh this is just to get your blood type." "damn." i went to the back and there was a black nurse and i felt at ease. she took my blood pressure and then said she was going to get some blood. "i ain't sign up for all of that," i said with a chuckle. i hate needles. she laughed and that made me happy. as she pricked me, i said, "do people ever come back here all mad because now they gotta get an abortion AND get stuck with a needle?"

she laughed at that too. i went back to the waiting room. and from there, they took my phone put me in another waiting room- this one has recliners. and on the tv, it was some dog rescue show. this woman was saving forgotten dogs after a flood or a hurricane or something. it was wild. she had to drive half the way and then use like this old motorboat for the rest of the way. i sat next to another black girl. she looked visibly pregnant so i wondered if she was here for a different reason than i was. they called me to a different room. in it was like sonogram equipment- i don't know exactly- and those bed/chair thingys at the doctor. i was to strip from the waist down and put that large napkin things over my lap, and sit on the bed/chair thing. so i did just that.

the woman came in and told me to lay down, with my butt almost off the table and open my legs and bend my knees. so i did just that.

"okay. so, i'm going to put this inside of you, up to here." she pointed to the condom-ed and lubed tool. "is that okay?" "well, i've had something bigger inside of me before, which is why I'm here. so, it'll do." she laughed and that made me feel better. she pointed the monitor. "so, when i do that, i will be able to see what's going on it there. do you want to see or no?" first, i noticed she did say "to see the baby" and i was all of sudden very aware of what was going on. THIS was it.

then, i thought about seeing it. my boyfriend and I talked about it in the car on our way here. and we both agreed that it wouldn't be the best thing to see it. but, i still thought about it. i ultimately said, "no. I'm okay with not seeing the baby."

the woman put that thang in me and it was a bit comfortable. i asked if she could talk to me while she looked to see how far along i was. we made small talk for the most part. "there we go. yeah, we are right at 5 weeks. half a grain of rice." half a grain of rice. my boyfriend would call it "our quinoa" after i told him how big it was. half a grain of rice. something that tiny had the potential to be as big as me in 20-something years. but, i couldn't think about that. so, all i said was, "wow." after a while, i wiped myself off, got dressed and went back to the room with the recliners. this time, the tv was showing another show. after a while, they called into another room. there was an actual table with two chairs across from one another. i sat in one and a lady sat in the other. she was telling me about the rest of the process, but i was barely listening. i would be sure to ask the doctor later. i was very overwhelmed by the reality of the situation. the doctor came in and we had a really nice conversation. Here it is: "hi, my name is Dr. [redacted] and you are [redacted]. you're going to take this pill right now and in 24 hours, right before bedtime take these four pills. they are dissolvable. put them between your gums and lips and that will open the cervix and cause contractions in the uterus to help expel the pregnancy from the body. make sure to wear pads, not tampons. you have the information in this bag along with the pills. okay. so now take this first pill here is some water." i look at the pill and put it in my mouth. i am bad at taking pills. i can but this pill was a bit big. i put some water in my mouth and prayed to god that this pill would go down easy.

"can you not swallow pills?" i bit my pill in half and swallowed the halves, one of the time. "kinda." "it doesn't matter. that's just funny. I've been married to my wife for more than 20 years and she still doesn't know how to swallow pills." "well, I'll make sure to tell my boyfriend that because he makes fun of me." we laughed. "what do you do?" "i do graphic design." "really?! that's amazing." i chuckled. "well, you're a whole doctor. that's way more amazing." "yeah I'm a doctor. everything that i need to know has been taught to me. it's in a book. you make things up in your mind. you have to have an imagination to show up everyday. that's amazing." that made me feel good. "I'll be sure to tell my mom that a doctor said that my job was better than his." we laughed. he gave me more pamphlets, i got my phone and i went to the car. my boyfriend was there and we went out to eat. we went to our favorite restaurant and got our favorite food. the next night, i put the pills in my mouth. all four, between my lips and gums. they took a while to dissolve. they were about 3/4 done when i felt like i had to go to the bathroom really bad. i went to the bathroom to poop and i realized it was just that and the worst cramps i ever had in my life. i remember i had the chills and the pain was so unbearable. i can't even describe how bad i felt. i remember feeling the urge to throw up. i yelled for my boyfriend to bring me a cup. he did and saw me, hunched over on the toilet, balling. he looked concerned but he smiled anyway. that same smile from a couple of weeks ago when i told him i was pregnant. he left the bathroom and i slid the 3/4 dissolved pills out of my mouth and into the cup, to save them for later. i stood up and made the mistake of looking into the toilet. the amount of blood was other wordly. a half grain of rice. a half grain of rice made that kind of damage. i flush the toilet and couldn't even make it to the kneeling position before i threw up. i was hot and cold at the same time. i was dizzy and i could barely stay upright. and now i was throwing up. after five minutes, it stopped. i sat back on the toilet, and put the almost-dissolved pills back in my mouth- all four, between the lips and gums. i took my pain medicine and my anti-nausea medicine. i put on the biggest pads i could buy and cuddle with my boyfriend. i cried myself to sleep that night.

[nkplanet]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

PAIRING: enhypen maknae line x gn!reader SUMMARY: it’s new year’s eve! as the clock reaches midnight, how do they kiss you? WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol in all 3 (niki is of legal drinking age in my country), reader calls sunoo sunshine, idol!jungwon but no one else is specified, jay is mentioned to have a girlfriend + calls reader sweetheart (im actually dying)

NOTE: i got massive deja vu while writing jungwon's and i have no idea why😭 anyway HAPPY NEW YEARS MY LOVES !! i hope 2024 is good to you all, love you!

SUNOO 선우

you’d lost track of sunoo at some point in the night. he’d taken you to a party, a big one, with the promise that you'd stick together all night, but had since gone to the bathroom and seemingly disappeared. as a result, your night had sucked. some of sunoo's friends had tried to include you and make you feel better, but you ended up sat on a balcony with an empty glass in your hand. you sighed, looking up at the night sky and wanting to go home, when someone cleared their throat from behind you. turning, you saw sunoo. he was holding a new, unopened bottle of champagne. "hi," he said with a quiet smile. "where have you been all night?" you practically whined. "i know baby, i know," he replied, sitting next to you. he pulled out a clock on his phone, showing you the time. as the clock struck midnight and fireworks went off all around you, he popped the cork off the champagne and kissed you. "happy new year, love," he whispered, pouring you a drink. you smiled and looked deeply into his eyes. "happy new year, sunshine."

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JUNGWON 정원

you were sat with some of your friends, sulking. jungwon and enhypen had a schedule and it was likely that they wouldn't be able to spend new years with you despite how much all of you had been looking forward to it. together with jay's girlfriend, you watched their performance with wide eyes, giggling over your favourite moments together. a knock sounded at the door, and one of your mutual friends stood up to answer it. six of the seven members of enhypen walked through, with jungwon being the one missing. as jay hugged his girlfriend, he looked at you sadly. "sorry, sweetheart. wonnie's been kept behind. leader duties and all that." you gave him a sad smile. "it's okay, i understand. at least i get to spend the night with you guys." niki laughed a little, telling you "that's the spirit," and gave you a hug. a minute before the bell tolled and the new year begun, there was another knock at the door. everyone seemed eager for you to answer it, and so you apprehensively walked over. stood behind it was your beloved boyfriend with a smile on his face. "jungwonnie!" you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck. he laughed, hugging you back. "happy new year, gorgeous." as your friends cheered in the living room, jungwon looked into your eyes and said, "kiss me."

NI-KI 니키

ni-ki had expressed a want for a quiet night in with you weeks ago. despite all his friends going out together, he wanted nothing more than to sit on your sofa with you and watch as fireworks went off all over the world. and so, you found yourself cuddled up with him, two glasses of champagne, and takeout. he kept looking down at you, smiling, then looking back at the tv. as the clock reached midnight, he pulled you to your feet, wrapping your hands around his waist and his own over your shoulders. he looked down at you through his lashes while people in the background counted down, and kissed you as they screamed to each other. "happy new year. i love you," he told you. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek. "i love you too. happy new year, riki." he held up his champagne and you held up yours, clinking your glasses together. "to us," ni-ki said, before kissing you again

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[pitifulbaby]

what i need

pairing: steve rogers x reader

drabble prompt:  #97: “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

warnings: angst

a/n: hey guys! so i reblogged a little drabble prompt thing a few days ago because i’ve never drabbles so i wanted to get my hands on them! we deserved better and business as usual will be updated soon. if you have any requests then go ahead and send them in. happy reading!

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Each passing second caused the day to get closer and closer to ending, it was nearing twelve am. You sat on the couch dressed to the nines in your best outfit, hair and makeup done to the best of your abilities. You had taken your shoes off hours ago, the only light in the house was from the TV. The show that was playing was a show you didn’t know.  

The TV flickered with lights, causing an array of colors to cast a colorful shadow on your frame that was slouched on the couch. You weren't even paying attention to the show, you had drowned out the sound, stuck in your thoughts. Your brain was so empty and yet somehow so full of thoughts you couldn’t even pinpoint.  

It was yours and Steve’s first anniversary and he wasn’t home, wasn’t answering his phone or anything. He had been away on a mission for over a week and he promised he would be home yesterday in time for your anniversary. And Steve wasn’t one to break a promise, but it seems like today he has.

On one of the most important days at that! He promised he would be back in time, he promised he would be home to take you out on the planned date. The reservations you had made months in advanced were ruined, your time slot was up.  

You knew that what Steve did for a living would take up his time, when you said your vows you knew what you were getting into. You just thought he would've made a little bit more time for you.

You didn’t look up at the sound of a key being pushed into the lock, your eyes were locked on the rug in front of you. You ignored the sounds of Steve shuffling in, the sound of him placing his shield by the door along with him taking off his boots. “Honey?” He finally called out, making his way into the house after he locked the door behind him. Soon his blue eyes landed on you, taking in your melancholy form.  

For a moment he felt confused at the fact you were dressed up so beautifully, until it finally clicked.  

His eyes quickly moved to look at the clock, there was only twelve more minutes left of your one year anniversary. A quiet sniffle had him looking back at you, he took a few more steps closer to the couch.  

“I am so sorry-” You only shook your head at him, trying to blink away any unwelcome tears. “Honey, I couldn’t leave.” He whispered out, kneeling down in front of you as he tried to meet your eyes, but you couldn’t look at him. Once he was kneeling you were standing up, arms wrapped around yourself.

“I really don’t want to hear it.” You reply, looking towards the window blinds, wanting to look anywhere but him. “Honey please,” He says, standing up and walking over to you. His hands are soon resting on your upper arms, once again you turned to look towards the floor.

His eyes felt heavy on you, uncomfortable even. “You never called, if you called I would've understood but- you just left me.” You kept your words quiet, if you talked any louder you might cry and scream. “Why couldn’t you have just let me know, or had someone else?” You questioned him, shifting from side to side.

“Darling you know I cant, this mission was very strict. I am sorry, but I'm back home now.” He was trying to soothe you with his words, you wished they worked, but you were too upset- and for a good reason.

With a scoff you pull away, biting your bottom lip to suppress the words that wanted to spew out. His brows furrowed in at your attitude, he knew you were upset. Hell, he was a little upset himself, but things happen. “When you married me you knew what you were getting into.” He confirmed which only made you scoff once again, “I thought I would matter a little more to you though!” You say, throwing your arms up in the air as you spoke.

Steve huffed at you, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he watched you intently. But your last words caused him to deflate ever so, sighing gently. “Everything I do, I do for you.” He finally spoke again after a few moments of silence, his eyes softening as he watched you.

Your chin wobbled as you inhaled deeply, tears brimming at your waterline as you finally looked up at him sadly. “But I don’t need a hero, Steve, I need a husband.” You finally say, the tears slipping down your face. “I married Steve Rogers, I didn’t marry Captain America. You don’t need to be him for me, you don’t need to be Captain America for me. I want you.” The tears continued to fall as you spoke, words thick with sadness.  

Soon you were wrapped in Steve’s arms, your body stiffened before you relaxed against him, letting the tears flow. “I know, I'm so sorry. I’ll be better, I will take more leaves.” He promises, pressing kisses to the crown of you head.

You believe his promise, and this one he intended to keep.

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