#we rarely ever ask for help at work on lifting stuff and the only time we actually do is like

[blythsholland]

I’ll take care of you

Pairing: Peacekeeper!Coriolanus snow x female!reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, injuries, fighting but nothing too descriptive, alcohol consumption. use of she/her pronouns.

WC: 2.2K

Summary: An injured Coriolanus arrives at your door in the middle of the night.

AN: Here it finally is. Sorry for not posting sooner. This is my last ever semester of college and I’ve been quite busy. Hope you enjoy! <3 Let’s pretend the events of part 3 of tbsosas don’t happen. Sejanus is still alive, Lucy Gray is not a mystery. Coryo actually likes his life in District 12.

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Moving to District 12 was not as bad as Coriolanus had expected it. Sure, he asked to be sent to twelve to be closer to Lucy Gray. But he did not expect to encounter you instead. You were a pure soul, the sunshine on a cloudy day. The first time he saw you, it was like love at first sight. You were only helping an older lady in the market, but he was captivated by you. Since that moment, Lucy Gray had left his mind, only being occupied by you.

Sejanus had noticed Coryo's gaze. He knew his friend was infatuated. And it certainly took a lot of convincing and courage for Coryo to talk to you.

"You should go and talk to her. I can see that lovestruck gaze from a mile away."

"I don't know Sejanus. What if I make a fool of myself in front of her?"

"Coriolanus Snow, you are the smartest guy I know. I assure you, everything will go smoothly. Now go."

And he did. He walked over towards you without an idea of what to say. Nor even how to talk to you. But he did, and he was glad Sejanus made him go. Meeting you was the start of something that would become more.

His visits to the market became frequent. He would buy stuff, but the main reason was to see you. Eventually, both of you started a small friendship, oblivious to the lingering feelings both had for each other.

“Hi Sir, what brings you in today?”

“You know I don’t like it when you call me Sir. Coryo is just fine.”

A chuckle left your lips. “I know. I am just trying to be professional. I take it you are here for those apples from last time.”

“They are delicious, what can I say?” He took a bite from an apple, giving you a wink. The blush creeping on your cheeks made him smile. “Are you free tonight? I heard The Covey are performing.”

"Why? Are you going to ask me on a date?"

"Actually, yes. I have been finding the courage to do it recently." He confessed. And it was true. You made him nervous, something he never really felt before.

“Coriolanus Snow, a peacekeeper, needing to find courage? I don’t believe you.”

“Well, when you have the most beautiful woman in front of you, it’s easy to get nervous.”

“That was smooth.” A giggle escaped you. Compliments towards you were a rare thing. But you could not lie. It made you feel something. You have been waiting for him to ask you out for a while. “I would love to go with you…” You hesitated.

“But?”

“But not tonight. I am sorry Coryo.”

You moved to help a client with their products, leaving Coriolanus there. He was confused as to why you had said no. He waited until the client left and walked to you again.

“Can I have a reason why? You seemed happy about it.”

“Believe me Coryo, I am happy. I have been waiting for you to ask me. But not tonight. My grandma has been ill for the last few days. And I need to take care of her.” You explained.

And it was true. It had been a hard few days. You had been working because you made a deal with your cousin. He agreed to take care of her only if you give him a percentage of the earnings you gained at the market. Earnings that he would get drunk on, no less. But it was something, at least.

“But you should go still! Enjoy a nice evening with Sejanus and the rest of the boys. We will have our date at another time. I promise.”

He delicately placed his hand under your chin, gently lifting your face. His gaze lingered on you, admiring your beauty. "I will hold on to that promise." His lips met your cheek, placing a soft kiss before he walked away, leaving you there, a blushing mess.

***

The Hob was crowded. It was mostly district men and Peacekeepers everywhere. They were there to get drunk, dance, or find a woman for the night. And Coryo was glad you were not there with him. For some reason, the place felt tense tonight, as if something were to happen.

Coryo and Sejanus sat down just as Maude Ivory came to the mic to introduce Lucy Gray. Everyone erupted in cheers the moment she came on stage. It was clear everyone loved her. It made Coriolanus proud. Cheating on the games might have gotten him to be a Peacekeeper but he did not regret it. Lucy Gray was back where she belonged.

"Good Night, everybody! I hope everyone is having a good time. We are The Covey! Now grab a drink, grab your partner, dance, and enjoy."

The music started. Everyone started dancing. The Covey brought a joy that made people forget about their problems; life in District 12 was good, and nothing else mattered. Coryo and Sejanus were drinking and enjoying the music until they didn't.

Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray ex-boyfriend, walked in. He was drunk, ignoring Mayfair, the Majors daughter, who was trailing behind him. They were arguing. She was questioning him, while he just ignored her. And it continued until Billy Taupe reached the stage where Lucy Gray was. He tried to touch Lucy Gray when Mayfair stopped him. This action made Billy push Mayfair away, causing chaos to erupt.

Men started picking fights while others started circling Billy, clearly mad at what he did. Instead, he ignored them, going back for Lucy Gray. And then, a sudden punch landed on his face. It was Coriolanus. He had been watching the scene unfold carefully. His feet took him there without processing what was happening. He wanted to protect Lucy Gray. Billy's fist landed on Coryo's nose, making him stumble. He had surprisingly hit back even in his drunken state. Coryo felt a rush of blood fall from his nostrils. The faint taste of blood on his lip let him know he also had a cut. This just made Coryo's fists land back on Billy's face. Three consecutive punches landed on his face until someone pulled back Coryo. It was Sejanus.

"Let's go Coriolanus. We cannot get in trouble." And so they ran, leaving the place. Once they were far enough from The Hob, they stopped running. Finally catching their breath, a laugh escaped both of them.

“Who would have thought I had to save your ass this time? Billy got you pretty badly.”

"Fuck off." A chuckle left Coryo, reminiscing back how he was the one to save Sejanus during the games. “I guess we are even now.”

The blood had started to dry. His face was hurting. He could not go back to the barracks in that state. They would question what had happened, and Coryo didn’t want anyone to know. He also didn't want to create more chaos. He had hoped that if other peacekeepers saw him, they would cover-up. Or that maybe they were too drunk to remember what had happened.

“I cannot go back like this, Sejanus. I don’t want them asking questions.”

“And where are you going to go? We can come up with something and lie. Tell them you stumbled over something and fell.”

Sejanus was right. They could make up a lie and get over with it. But something in Coriolanus did not want to do that. “I don’t want to lie this time. Cover for me. Tell them I'm not feeling well, that I went to sleep early. I don’t know.”

“And where are you going?”

“I think you have a clear idea.”

***

It was probably past midnight. Your grandma was fast asleep in her room. You, on the other hand, tried to sleep. Something did not feel right, as if something had gone wrong. Your cousin was somewhere doing who knows what, and you hoped he was not in trouble.

A sudden knock on the front door startled you. Confusion took over you, wondering who might be at this time of the night. You put on your nightrobe and took careful steps to the front door. While preparing for the worst, your mind drifted to your cousin. There was the possibility of him getting taken by a peacekeeper for causing trouble. However, when you opened the door, you were surprised by what you saw.

Coryo stood in front of your door. Blood dried up on both his nose and lips. His nose already had a bruise forming. His bottom lip had a cut on it.

“Coryo? Oh god, what happened?! Get inside.”

Doing as told, he entered. Your home was lovely for what it was. He had seen you outside a few times and even greeted you once, so he knew by now where you lived. He followed you carefully towards your bedroom, mindful of your sleeping grandma.

Your mind was going through every possible scenario. Something had gone down at The Hob. Part of you also wondered if your cousin was behind it. Coryo sat in your bed after you told him to. He waited until you came back with some medical supplies. It was limited. You would only use them if they were necessary. Not that Coryo needed a lot of it, to be honest.

“This is not a lot but is going to make you look better. Now, tell me what happened.”

And so he did. He told you everything from the beginning. What Billy Taupe did to Mayfair, what he tried to do with Lucy Gray, and how Coryo got there before Billy tried something.

“I am happy you defended Lucy Gray. That guy is an ass. I hate that my cousin is friends with him. And I bet that is why my cousin is the way he is. Though I am not thrilled he got his fists on your gorgeous face.”

A hiss left Coryo's lips at the sudden contact with the alcohol.

“Sorry. I should’ve mentioned it was going to sting a bit.”

“Don’t worry, angel.”

Coryo was entranced with you. The candle illuminating the room made you look so angelic. He could not believe that such beauty stood in front of him. He had no doubts. He was falling in love with you. You noticed his gaze on you. Those blue eyes of his filled with love and admiration for you. Your heart was racing just by being so close to him. It felt intimate. And it did not help the growing feelings for him. You were also falling in love.

“And done. You are all better now. ”

You were about to leave and put the medical supplies back when Coryo's hand grabbed yours, stopping you.

"Coryo, what are you-" Your breath hitched as Coryo placed a small kiss in the palm of your hand. Your heart started racing at the action, so sweet and so delicate.

"Thank you, angel."

"Anytime. I'll take care of you whenever you need me to."

Coryo got on his feet and stood in front of you. He pulled you closer to him, leaving little to no space between the both of you. It was as if time stopped. There, in your small room, your eyes never left each other. Slowly, his hand took hold of your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. His gaze lingered on your lips. He needed to kiss you.

"Can I kiss you, love?"

Too entranced by him to utter a word, you just nodded yes. Warmth blossomed in your chest, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You could feel your heart pumping as he closed his eyes and leaned in. His other hand went to your cheek while yours rested on his shoulders. Coryo's lips caught yours in a soft kiss at first, and it did not take long before you kissed back. You felt giddy. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, and it was finally happening. His lips were soft against yours. It was electrifying. Your lips parted slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue. The soft kiss soon turned hungry. Coryo could not get enough of you. Your lips were too addictive. Needing a moment to catch their breath, they ended the kiss in a delicate one. He leaned his forehead against yours, a big grin on his face.

"I wanted to kiss you for so long. I really like you." He confessed, and it was true. He felt things for you he hadn't felt before. And it was scary yet exciting.

"Want to know a secret? I am happy you did. I wanted to kiss you too, Coryo." You took his hand still on your cheek and pressed your lips against it. " I really like you too. I have for a while."

And there you were, smiling at each other, happy that feelings were mutual. Coryo leaned in again until his lips brushed yours in a soft kiss. He wanted to kiss you all night long and even stay the night, but he couldn’t. At least not yet.

"I need to go now, and sneak in but about that date... you still own me one."

A giggle escaped from you. "I know I do. I did not forget. How about you and me, tomorrow at the lake at four o'clock?"

"It's a date."

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Tags: @gracieroxzy @vivi-wtz @jefferson-in-the-tardis @phoward89 @cxp1d @loverandqueenofdragons @acidaciruela @astarborntowrite

(the ones that aren't tagged is because for some reason it didn't let me tag you)

#tom blyth #coriolanus snow x reader #peacekeeper!coriolanus snow #peacekeeper!coryo x you #peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x female!reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x fem!reader

[kookygranger]

what is my boyfriend towtruck!Eddie doing on this fine 4/20 weekend?

Haha, I’m the worst person to ask this, @storiesbyrhi can vouch, but I’m so glad you did. If we don’t include our own experiences in our stories then who are we? 

For you and our tow truckin' boy @bettyfrommars ✨

Warnings: 18+ thank you, swearing, mentions of masturbation, drug use

On this rare Saturday with nothing on your to-do list that couldn’t be put off, you’d decided to take advantage of the miserable weather and curl up with a book. 

That’s where you were when your phone rang. Tangled in blankets, a warm mug of tea on your bedside table, your apartment lit in warm lighting from the strategically placed lamps around the place.

Your head was still in the story that had captured you for hours when you answered.

“Heello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Eddie.” Your voice lifts in soft recognition, but the boy is hardly anymore grounded than you in this moment. “Did you just get off?” You place your book pages down in your little nest and glance at the rain still pelting your windows, hoping Hawkins was a little more dry today.

“Well, uh…that’s kinda what I’m calling about.” 

His tone helps you drift back to reality, back straightening at the hazy slur of his words. 

“…are you high?”

You can practically hear the goofy grin over the line, “Wellll, it is four twenty.”

You glance at the red numbers on your alarm clock, “It’s 6:48.” Shit, you should really get something together for dinner. The breathy laugh that escapes him makes you smile.

“No, baby. I mean like, it’s the 20th of April. Four twenty, get it? I guess I forgot how much you hate holidays.”

“That’s not a thing,” you laugh. 

“It is! Very important holiday to us wasters I’ll have you know.”

There’s a pause as you search through your memories of the boy you’d only known briefly albeit intensely. “Eddie, I don’t know…I’ve never seen you smoke, I had no idea.”

You hear a shuffle on the other end of the line, and you imagine him straightening up in his bed as his voice becomes serious. 

“Oh, well yeah–it’s kinda like what I’m known for. I used to…” he clears his throat, “Well actually I dealt in high school. I guess Robin never told you that. I mean I don’t now! And I barely smoke anymore–well compared to what I used to–I’d never while I was working obviously–“

Your giggles cut off his rambling, “Eddie relax, I don’t care.” His exhale of relief shoots through your ear.

“Shit, sorry I panicked for a second there.” You laugh again. “Guess I’ll just have to bring some stuff up next time I see you sweetheart.”

“Oh, well…”

“Robin I don’t feel good.” Oh god there it is. How is this supposed to be a good feeling? “Oh my god you’re so pale.” “This feels really weird.” Are you sitting up or lying down? Why can’t you feel your shoulders? Have you ever been able to feel your shoulders? Are you sitting up or laying down? “Oh shit, I think you’re greening out.” “I’m gonna throw up.” “I don’t know what to do!”

“I tried it once and I don’t think it’s for me.”

“Bummer,” Eddie mumbles, “I thought it’d be good for your…”

“High functioning anxiety and chronic pain? Yeah me too.”

“Shit, sweetheart.”

You shrug, “It’s okay. I’m content with a cocktail at the end of the day.” 

The playfulness in Eddie’s voice returns and you can just picture the dimples that punctuate his next words, “Well you can have one now and we could uh, talk.” You’re about to ask him what he thinks you’re doing now. “You know I’ve been thinking about two things all day.” His voice drops an octave, sending a tingle down your spine.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Ever since I got in that truck this morning all I could think about was clocking off when I could roll one and talk to you.”

It’s almost cute. Your initial reaction is lovesick, but there’s something in his tone that’s throwing you off. 

“Wait…Eddie are you trying to have phone sex?”

“…no?”

You cackle, “You are! That’s why you called me high off your ass.”

“It’s one joint baby, calm down.” He’s defensive. Bummed that his plan didn’t work.

“All of this ‘cause of a made up stoners holiday?”

“No! I just miss you alright?! Is that such a crime? Wanted to hear your voice instead of just imagining it like always.” You almost don’t catch the last sentence over your laughing.

“Aw, you think about me when you jerk off?”

He scoffs, “Of course I do. Don’t–don’t you?”

You hum, “Yeah like 95 percent of the time.”

“What?!”

“You know how I feel about Christian Slater.”

“Whatever, I’m just gonna hang up and enjoy my time in peace alright.”

“Aw no! Wait, I love you, jerk off to me talking about my day.”

“Fuck you.” 

Your laughter turns into hysterics when the phone rings eight seconds after he hung up. 

“I didn’t mean that.” 

“I know you didn’t. Shall we start again?”

“Yes, please.” 

“Hey Eds. Did you just get off?”

More towtruck!Eddie and city girl here ✨

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #towtruck!eddie #she writes

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 7

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

You scanned the room, taking in the cozy living room with a pair of couches and a television that sat above an old fireplace made of stone. It made way to a quaint, rustic kitchen where the aroma of Joel's cooking washed over you.

"Smells good in here." You eyed the table for two he had set up, complete with glasses of red wine. "This looks amazing."

"Well, why don't we stop the tour here for now." Joel said, "Are you hungry?"

"Very." You admitted.

He continued to tow you by the hand toward the table and the two of you sat down across from one another.

Joel lifted his glass and you smiled, doing the same. "To new beginnings?"

"I like that." You nodded. "To new beginnings." When your glasses tapped together you each took a sip. You watched him intently as he took his and smiled to yourself. "Thank you for this."

"You're welcome." Joel reached for his fork. "Thank you for.. bringing me back to life." He began to twirl a bite of spaghetti and you dug in to your plate.

After your first bite you looked to him. "Did you make the sauce?"

He nodded. "My grandmother's recipe. I was spoiled growing up." Joel gave a grin, "Ragu just didn't cut it."

"It's really good." You nodded in approval with half a bite still in your mouth. "Like, really good."

He chuckled and continued to eat. "I'm glad you like it."

"So, how long have you worked at the garage?" You asked him.

"This is year thirteen for me," Joel explained. "Ronnie hired me in my late 20s. I kind of bounced around from job to job before then."

"Did you always like working on cars?"

He nodded. "I started off doing oil changes and a little bit of the easier stuff on my parents cars and my own. And then I really got into it in high school and learned the trade a bit better."

"That's awesome."

"And you said you're almost done with nursing school?"

You nodded. "Almost. Then I can finally start making some real money. I should've just done nursing for my undergrad. It would've been a lot cheaper."

"What'd you get your bachelor's in?"

"Journalism." You gave a laugh. "I couldn't find a job and I always thought about nursing, so I went back." You shrugged.

"Good for you." Joel nodded. "Where ever you end up they'll be lucky to have you. You really care about people. I think that's rare."

You shrugged. "I just have to pass all my tests and practicals."

"You will." Joel sipped his wine again. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you were upset about me while you were at work."

"No, I just.. I just had too much time to think about what you've gone through and.." you shrugged to end the thought.

"I don't like seeing you so upset.. especially over me."

"Well, I'm not upset now." You smiled at him across the table.

"Me either."

You both sipped on your wine again and finished up your plates of spaghetti, talking about family and friends and life in general. It was light and easy.

"I'll get that," Joel offered when you were finished.

"Oh, thank you." You rose to your feet to help him clean up a bit and then topped off your wine glasses.

"Movie?" He asked when you handed him back the wine glass. "Or will you turn into a pumpkin if you're not home by a certain time?"

You smiled at the Cinderella reference. "No curfew for me."

"Good."

You headed into the living room and kicked off your shoes to get comfortable on the couch beside him. When his arm draped behind you, you took it as an invitation to snuggle against him.

Joel immediately pulled you in closer as he began to scan Netflix for something to watch. "You want something scary?" He asked, clicking on the horror section.

"Anything is fine." You smiled as he moved through some of the titles. "Ohh I heard that one is supposed to be good."

"Which one?"

"Sick it's called. Winnie watched it with her boyfriend. I think it's like a Covid slasher."

Joel turned to you and after a brief pause you both started to laugh.

"Okay, I made that sound really ridiculous," you admitted, though he pressed play to get it started.

"I'll take your word for it." Joel chuckled and set the remote down, took one sip of wine and then took a deep breath as the movie started.

You rested your head on the highest part of his chest and draped an arm across his midsection. Your hand found a gap in his clothes, between his pants and shirt, and you let your fingers dance across the warmth of his skin while the brutal opening scene of the movie almost made you close your eyes.

Joel chuckled at your reaction and tightened his arm around you.

"We don't have to watch it," he said.

"No, I like these," you informed him, "I'm just jumpy." Your hand snaked up the bottom of his shirt a little more and you sensed his body tense up a little.

Joel turned to you when you did that and you slowly tilted your eyes up to look back at him. He focused on your mouth, then back to your eyes again and then back to you mouth.

You swallowed hard when he said your name so softly that you weren't even sure if his mouth moved as he said it. You didn't have time to respond as your hand left where it rested on his abdomen and glided through his hair. At the same moment his lips connected fiercely with yours.

The kiss instantly became intense. Deep and dominating and full of something that had never been there before. It was full of feeling; full of hope and lust all in one neat package.

You laid back onto the length of the couch as he slid his body on top of yours. Making out with him like this was even better than it had been out by his motorcycle.

You drew your hands up the back of his shirt, forcing him to duck out of it and let it fall to the floor. The push of his clothed erection between your legs made you moan and gasp and sink your fingers into his bare shoulders.

"Mmm," you whined. "Joel, I want you." You knew you sounded desperate but you didn't care. You had never been this needy for a man in your life.

He pushed back onto his knees, reaching for the band of your pants. You gave him permission with your eyes while pushing down at his hands, encouraging him to do exactly what he had started.

Joel's chest heaved with a deep breath and he swallowed hard when his eyes landed on the black panties Jessie had suggested you wear when packing. You mentally thanked her for that and then all thoughts of Jessie or anyone else left your mind when Joel's fingers eagerly dragged those panties off, tossing them to the side.

And then his mouth collided fiercely with yours again as he set about doing things with fingers that had you grabbing a fistful of his hair.

"Joel," you whispered his name amidst a chorus of whimpers and he devoured your mouth again, leaving you breathless. You almost couldn't take the pleasure.

The smacking of your lips against his was the only sound aside from his heavy breathing.

"I want you," he choked out, echoing your words as he kissed the tops of your breasts.

Your eyes were practically rolling in the back of your head and your thighs were trembling. It was bittersweet relief when he removed his fingers from between your legs.

You pushed a hand down on his lower back and then attempted to shove his pants down off his hips. Living out this moment was all you could think about all day.

Joel pushed back to a seated position, arching his hips so he could free himself from his pants. You drank him in sitting there, half undone already as your body lingered in heat from the absence of him. You sat up and reached for him as he tossed his jeans away.

Joel intercepted your pursuit of him and pulled you onto his lap. He moaned into your mouth again when you picked up where you left off. Your bare lower half grinded against his tented boxerbriefs as you made out with him.

A second later he fulfilled your daydreams when he freed his erection and guided your hips to align with him. You couldn't even wait a second. You lowered yourself down onto him as he wrapped his arms around your bare back and pulled you back in for a passionate kiss.

You moaned, feeling him fill you completely. Joel whispered your name again and his panting breaths landed against your open mouth as you moved on top of him.

The strength of what was building was staggering; mind-blowing. Your body was going to be blown away to dust, to thousand little shards of pleasure when this hit. If he stopped, you'd cry. Cry and beg..

Never. Never in your life had sex felt so intense that your body and mind lost all self-control. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold anything back.

With every muscle drawn taut, you came. It was almost too much. Almost. You held Joel harder than ever, stiffening your body and nearly convulsing from the pleasure. You weren't sure how many times his name left your mouth.

In that same moment, as you continued to ride out your orgasm, you caressed him and absorbed him until he finished inside of you. Joel was a raw, sweaty, panting mess with his hair pulled in all directions from your relentless pursuit of him. His palms pressed against your sweaty back and he hugged your body against his as he basked in the afterglow of your love-making.

He pulled back with tenderness and gratitude, toying with your own wild hair and rested a hand on your cheek. Joel kissed you firmly again with his eyes shut and exhaled out loud.

"You are amazing," he murmured.

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[leviathans-watching]

if it isn't too much to request, could we get a more gender neutral thing with the MC being on their period? i'm on mine right now and it's been hard to find comfort writing that isn't for female readers which ESPECIALLY sucks because im. well. Not A Girl dhwhs

AH but of course you don't have to if you feel like it's too repetitive!!!

mc on their period

includes: the bothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: i'm sorry you're feeling this way!! i know it's a little late but i hope it helps next time it rolls around or just in general haha. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hello <33

warnings: vague and brief mentions of dysphoria

please like and reblog hehe

burying your face in your arms you groan, slumping down.

“what ever is the matter?” lucifer asks, and you lift up your head a little to look at him. he’s got his finger marking where he left off reading and his gaze is steady on you.

“i’m just not having a super great time right now,” you reply, semi-honestly. “life sucks.”

opposite you, belphie nods. asmo smacks him on the shoulder.

“i’m sorry you feel that way,” asmo says, a pout forming. “is it something in particular? you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“yeah,” satan agrees. “and if there’s anything we can do for you, please let us know. we’d be happy to help.”

you smile a little, touched. “thanks, guys. it’s just, you know, that time of the month so i’m extra moody.”

everyone softens slightly at that, familiar now with your feelings about your period and all of the complicated feelings that usually arise along with it.

“that sucks,” mammon says, normally brash tone quieter. “i know in the past chocolate and stuff has helped, do ya want any of that?”

“theoretically, yes,” you sigh. “but i’m not even close to hungry. sometimes my appetite gets screwed up.”

“so that’s why you didn’t eat much for lunch,” beel says, and mammon snorts.

“of course that’s what you’d notice.”

cutting off the potential squabble, lucifer speaks once more. “i’m very sorry you’re feeling like this. i know you don’t feel your best during menstruation but we’re all willing to do whatever you need. and if you want us to just drop the subject and not bring it up again right now, we’re more than willing to do that too.”

looking around at all of their stupidly sincere and kind expressions makes you know that what lucifer’s saying is the truth. the boys rarely agree on anything, but when it comes to you and your wellbeing, you’ve found their thinking aligns more often than not. you bury your face in your arms once more and bite your cheek.

“uh, mc?” levi says after a moment, and you hear a soft thud, followed by a quiet ‘ow’. asmo could probably reach him too.

“i’m okay,” you say. “just trying to get a handle on these stupid emotions i suddenly have. thank you, lucifer. i really appreciate it. and i’m okay with talking about it, but it was kind of you to check my boundaries.”

“of course,” lucifer replies, and a soft touch lands on your shoulder. beel, probably, since he was on that side of you. “kindness has nothing to do with it, though. it’s just basic decency.”

“that’s true.” you huff out a laugh, sitting up fully once more. beel’s hand- you’d assumed correctly -shifts but doesn't fall. you lean into the touch slightly. “but still, thank you.”

“think nothing of it,” satan cuts in. “i also wanted to add that if we ever do or say anything, not only about this, that is invalidating or insensitive to please let us know. i know i, and probably everyone here just wants to respect and love you in the way you deserve.”

“you’re all doing a great job of that, so don’t worry,” you say. “i’d say something if you weren’t, but again, thank you.”

stupid respectful boys who make your heart feel like it’s going to burst.

getting your period really sucks but at least you have them.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #lucifer x you #mammon x you #levi x you #asmo x you #satan x you #beel x you #belphie x you #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #levi x reader #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #anon ask #answered asks #leviswriting #leviswriting-obeyme

[venusfalling]

Little Soldiers in the Trenches - Prologue

fic summary: In 1939, you leave Bucky for school in England. By 1942, with the war at its peak, Bucky thinks you’re dead, but the war brings you back together in the worst way possible.

prologue summary: You’re about to leave New York, so Bucky takes you dancing.

warnings: talk of war

notes: Fluff/Angst, Bucky says goodbye. This is just a short prologue to the rest of the fic. I hope you enjoy!

New York City, June 1939

      “How does it feel to be free, Doll?” Bucky asks, putting an arm around you. It’s the first day of summer, classes are over and Barnard College would be closing its dorms for the next few months. Steve and Bucky had been waiting for you outside the old, white brick building, falling in step next to you when you walk outside. Steve takes the short stack of textbooks from your arms while Bucky grabs your suitcase.       “Feels good.” You smile up at the sun, skin glowing in the warm light. Scandalized mothers look on with their daughters as you loop your arm through both Steve and Bucky’s elbows.       “Well, what do you want to do first?” Steve asks as he stuffs your books in his bag. “We’ve only got you until August, we’ve gotta make the most of it.” Bucky’s smile falters at the reminder that you’ll be leaving for a year before long.       “Don’t worry, Buck,” you say when you notice. “I’ll write you both so much, you’ll get tired of reading.”       “As long as you don’t come back with a British accent, we’ll survive,” Steve jokes, but you can see the worry behind his eyes, as well.       At the end of the summer, you would board a plane bound for England. A study abroad fellowship to finish your mathematics undergraduate degree, a rare opportunity for a woman, but you managed it. Bucky and Steve were proud when you told them, if worried. The geopolitics of Europe made for increasing tensions at the time, and the continent was still recovering from the Great War.       But the quickly fading time left no room for worry or sadness.       “Well, it’s a lovely day, and I’m wearing my favorite skirt, so I think we should head out to the pier for some ice cream after we drop my stuff off at my sister’s apartment.” So, the three of you board the train at the nearest stop, laughing easily with each other as was always the case when you were together.       Your sister was still at work when you arrive home. It was just the two of you since you had both moved to the city. When you received your acceptance letter in the mail, your sister decided you wouldn’t be moving to New York alone and found herself a job as a secretary at a law firm. When you weren’t living in the Barnard dorms, you stayed with her, so her tiny apartment would be home for now. Not that you would be spending too much time there. Between your job as a secretary at Stark Industries and Bucky’s promise to give you the best summer ever with evenings at the movies and Coney Island and your favorite dance halls, it would be a busy few months.       “Jesus, Sunshine, what do you have in here?” Bucky teases as he lifts your heavy suitcase onto your bed.       “Careful, Buck, that has my whole life in there,” you chastise as Steve helps you place your books on a small shelf. He crouches near the base and hands them up to you, pulling the books from his bag and making faces at the titles: Fundamentals of Statistical Analysis, Advanced Applied Calculus, Linear Algebra for the Mathematician, and a series of other books for your studies.       “Well damn, I thought we were your whole life,” he says, gesturing to himself and Steve. You mock a laugh at Bucky’s words, then you stop. They are your whole life.       “You alright?” Steve asks when he notices.       “Yeah,” you sigh, wiping away a stray tear. “I’m just gonna miss y’all when I’m away.”       “We know you will, Sunshine,” Bucky says and places a chaste kiss to the side of your head. He pulls Steve up from the floor, “Come on. Let’s go get that ice cream.” — August 1939, Richard’s Dance Hall

      “Come on, Steve,” you laugh, pulling him to the dance floor. “It’s my last night, you owe me a dance.”       “Fine, fine. Just don’t complain when I step on your toes,” Steve agrees and let’s you lead him to the center of the room. It’s a fast song, but you take it slow, for Steve’s sake. He spins you, your skirt flowing around you in a near perfect circle. You laugh and it brings a smile to his face.       The song is over too soon in your opinion, and is replaced by a slow couple’s song. The melody rings in so softly, it’s almost sad, but it’s one of your favorites — Again by Doris Day and The Mellowmen.       Steve takes your hand in his and puts the other on your waist, but before you can take more than a couple of steps, Bucky walks up.       “Can I cut in?” he asks, holding his hand out. You and Steve nod, but before he disappears you give him a quick peck on the cheek.       “Thanks for the dance, Steve.”       Then it’s Bucky who’s leading you around the dance floor — a simple slow dance, swaying to the music.       The two of you don’t have to say anything, or rather don’t know what to say. You have been dancing around the topic all summer, and, if you’re being honest, all the time you’ve known each other. You like him, might even love him, and you think he loves you too.       You are two glasses of wine in and feeling brave, so you lean up and kiss one of your oldest and best friends. He kisses back and you can feel him smiling against your lips.       “Wait for me?” you ask of Bucky when you pull away.       “I will.” —       The next day, you find yourself waving bye to Bucky, Steve, and your sister at the airport. Luggage in hand, you board the plane, but what was supposed to be a year abroad with letters and photos sent back home quickly becomes a nightmare for you and everyone you love.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #1940s!bucky #1940s!bucky barnes x reader #40s!bucky x reader #40s!bucky barnes x reader

[elf-osamu]

Im kinda scared to ask this but can u do dazai as a father? and they have the power to change fate with their words so they cant speak. and just general stuff? ive been having problems :((

Tyy

hey, ty for requesting. i hope things are a little better for you :( <3 or that at least these headcanons will lift up your mood, even if a tiny bit. also, you didn't really specify it but i made the child as an ability user, so osamu can nullify their ability when possible <3.

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OSAMU DAZAI AS A FATHER, W/ A CHILD WHO IS AN ABILITY USER

[ masterlist ]

fluff, a bit of angst ig, PLATONIC relationship, osamu dazai w/ a child (they can be ‘interpreted’ as the reader)

warning(s) : not proofread.

words count : 816 words

[ ☆ ] we all know that osamu dazai isn't someone who had a peaceful and serene childhood. nor life, for the matter.

[ ☆ ] because of this, he would do anything in his power to make his child's life as calm and... ordinary as possible, though certain circumstances don't fully allow it.

[ ☆ ] the first two complications are his current and previous job: a detective and an ex-m4fi0so. working in these sectors implies a contact with the general public, his figure is quite known among all kinds of people, and working at the armed detective agency is a risky job due to multiple reasons. still, he'd find a way to be a good father while simultaneously be a good detective.

[ ☆ ] talking about his child's ability, at first he had no idea that they had one. certainly, he always had this possibility in mind, but discovering an ability user can be very hard, especially if it isn't something easily recognizable.

[ ☆ ] however, while time passed, casual incidents happened at home or at school.

[ ☆ ] osamu is an observant man, so at some point he realized they could have something to do with everything's destiny. so, testing them (for example, asking them to change a flower's fate), he found out about their power.

[ ☆ ] and, well, it is really an incredible yet dangerous ability. if dazai's enemies discovered it... it would be quite difficult to protect them.

[ ☆ ] but, remember, he'd do anything for his kid. don't ever forget it.

[ ☆ ] anyway, the definition of fate is “the development of events outside a person's control, regarded as predetermined by a supernatural power.”

[ ☆ ] being someone who actually CAN change something of this magnitude, since a young age, is a huge responsability.

[ ☆ ] if they wish to speak or write, their father (dazai) could let them do it by simply touching their skin, however it isn't always a possibility (he can't go to school with them, for example).

[ ☆ ] if their ability is activated also with the sign language, one thing they could do instead of speak/write is drawing what they'd like to express: illustrations can often speak more than words (even if this sentence is a cliché, it contains some truth).

[ ☆ ] by the way, except for osamu, only the other ada members know of their ‘condition’, but they don't really mention it (after all, it's a classified information).

[ ☆ ] anyhow, dazai will try his absolute best to help his child with anything, when he has the possibility (and he would do so even if they didn't have an ability).

[ ☆ ] raising a child would make osamu think about his almost non-existent childhood. because of this, thanks to his kid he would discover his inner child: what are the things he loves and despises? what does he like to do in his free time? what are his favourite books? what's his fav colour?

[ ☆ ] in short, he would start appreciating all the good, little things in life that he didn't allow himself to like back when he was younger.

[ ☆ ] he wasn't used to show affection through physical acts such as hugs and high-fives, however having a child would change this fact. from rarely hugging the people he cares about, he'd become more comfortable in expressing his love (/p).

[ ☆ ] he loves telling stories, so before sleeping he would tell fairytales to his child — some existed, others invented by him. his gentle and adorable way of narrating things is simple enough to understand it since a young age, yet absolutely beautiful to listen to.

[ ☆ ] if his child didn't understand something, of any topic, osamu would immediately explain it to them. even a billion of times, if necessary, and without judging them :).

[ ☆ ] he wouldn't yell. he finds it useless and only humiliating for his kid.

[ ☆ ] if his child did something wrong, he would calmly explain to them why they shouldn't do that thing. he knows that we human beings aren't born learned, so he wouldn't blame his kid.

[ ☆ ] if i'm not mistaken, canonically he isn't good at cooking. nevertheless, he would learn to cook for his child ! he wants to see the big smile plastered on his child's face every time they eat something they like <3.

[ ☆ ] sometimes he wouldn't know what to do, and so he would ask kunikida and/or fukuzawa for some advice.

[ ☆ ] he genuinely cares so, so much about his kid.

[ ☆ ] of course, he has his flaws as every human being. but, he's constantly improving and learning every day how to become a better father ! <3

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

#bsd osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd dazai osamu #dazai osamu #bsd hcs #hcs #scenarios #bsd scenario #bsd fanfic #dazai fanfic #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai fluff #dazai my love #dazai x reader #platonic relationship #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #[🦆] ! anon

[moonshinemusings]

General John "Soap" MacTavish headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of PTSD, anxiety and sensory issues

A/N: My head is full with so many dumb ideas but I kept it mostly serious here lol

• He flirts with everyone when he's drunk, and yes, that includes his teammates (once Price wanted to count how many times he hit on Ghost during the night, but eventually gave up)

• His favorite color is green

• Would totally own a motorcycle that he takes good care of. He has a knack for mechanical stuff and often repairs vehicles they use on missions

• Has a sweet tooth and others often tease him about it. If they let him, he could probably eat a whole cake by himself (and whine how bad his stomach hurts afterwards)

• Most of the time he's dealing well and he keeps himself together, but sometimes his emotions break through the surface. He rarely cries, but when a wave of PTSD or lethargy hits him, the tears flow without resistance. He powers through his emotions though, and he knows his teammates are always there to support him if he needs them

• His anxiety isn't as bad as some others, but from time to time he struggles with staying calm and rational. These incidents usually happen when he overthinks missions or panics when someone gets injured, but someone is always there to help him calm down

• Most likely he has some sensory issues too, but only with very specific things that he fortunately doesn't often counter every day

• Often takes pictures while working out. Mirror selfies are his go-to, but videos of him doing push ups or lifting weights is also in order

• He was never that good at school, that's partly why he chose to serve in the military

• His music taste is really inconsistent. He listens to rock most of the time, but then he suddenly switches to pop songs and country out of nowhere. The worst part? He knows a bunch of country songs and will sing along loudly. Ghost thinks it's atrocious, especially with his accent

• Hug lover, an enthusiast if you will. He's a touchy-feely guy to begin with, but he loves hugs more than any other kind of touching (bet he has the warmest and most comfy ones)

• He's afraid of spiders. He likes to say he's not afraid of mundane things like animals, but spiders send shivers down his spine (once Price had to take one out from his bag because he was too afraid to touch it. No, they don't talk about it.)

• In his younger years he experimented with different hairstyles and colors. For a while he rocked a mullet, then came the idea of the mohawk that stayed ever since. He's had green, red and blue hair once, but never kept them longer than a few weeks

• As much as he acts like it annoys him, he likes dad jokes and those really bad ones Ghost usually comes up with

• No musical talent whatsoever, but that won't stop him from singing when he's drunk or when his favourite songs come up

• Has thought about getting more tattoos, but couldn't decide what to ask for so he never got them

• His favourite meal of the day is breakfast. Don't know why, don't ask, I just feel like he would be a breakfast "I stuff my face with calories in the morning" type of guy

• A morning bird, which used to annoy the shit out of Ghost because he was too cheery for someone who was awake at like 5 AM

• He's a deep sleeper, once he's safe and asleep even a bomb won't wake him up. He can fall asleep anywhere too. Once he conked out on the plane on the way to a checkpoint and Ghost has never let him live it down ever since

• We know that he used to play football, but he was also good at every other sport (except maybe gymnastics). He loved basketball, but he was always teased about being too short to reach the nets. That didn't stop him from scoring though

• He used to go to a lot of concerts with his friends. He's totally the type of guy to have a girl on his shoulders so she can see better

• He's not a womanizer by any means; he's only ever had one serious relationship and that didn't last too long either. He had a few one night stands, but he doesn't really seek any relations outside of his work related ones

• As a kid he used to have those sticky glow in the dark stars on his ceiling/wall

• He can't keep plants alive for the life of him

• His favourite season is spring because he's not too cold but not too hot either. The weather is perfect for his morning jogs

• He might seem egotistical sometimes, but in reality he just loves basking in the attention he gets. And he knows he looks good, so why wouldn't he talk about it

• It's not easy to rile him up and he's good at keeping his cool, but when he's frustrated or downright angry you better hope he doesn't attempt to fix the situation with fists instead of words

• Others might tease him for being stupid sometimes, but he's actually smart. Not academically smart, but street-smart if you know what I'm talking about

• In the future, he wants to have children of his own. In the present he focuses on his job and takes it very seriously, since it's the most important in his life next to his family. But he doesn't shy away from the thoughts of retiring and settling down with his children and a wife

• He enjoys cartoons in some situations. He knows they are dumb and not even funny, but after difficult missions he likes to have them as a background noise or something that can take his mind off the things that happened

• He has two older sisters, so has a lot of experience living with women. Once they waxed his arms as a joke, but he kind of liked it. They settled on an agreement after that: whenever they were all home and had the time, they would do it for him again if he wanted

• Also, because of that his room is also one of the cleanest out of everyone. He keeps everything organized and tidy, and doesn't like when his stuff is out of order

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare2 #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #headcanons #soap headcanons #john mactavish headcanons

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

What about number 48 (dancing with each other) with Peter 1 and Peter 3?

48. Dancing with each other

“Wh—always—sic—ones?” Peter One asked out of the blue, only half audible through Peter Three’s music. Anyone without enhanced hearing would have missed his voice entirely. Trying not to look or sound too exasperated at the disturbance to his flow, he paused the playlist and pried his headphones off to hook around his neck.

“Come again?”

“Sorry, I was just wondering…why do you always listen to your music with headphones?”

“…The same reason you listen to yours through earbuds? Cos that’s what they were designed to do?”

“Yeah, duh, but I mean it’s always in your headphones; you never just let it play for everybody to enjoy. Then if we want to talk to you, we basically have to yell and you get all annoyed because we interrupted. You could just have it running in the background while we talk or whatever.”

Peter Three’s brows furrowed. “Wouldn’t the noise be a distraction or a disruption for you?”

“Well, I don’t know about Peter Two—we can ask him when he gets back, I guess—but I wouldn’t mind it.” A bittersweet smile briefly crossed his face. “Mr. Stark would have music going all the time when we worked in the lab together. It didn’t really matter the genre or anything. When we were first getting to know each other, it kinda helped the pauses in conversation not get too awkward.”

“Is it awkward for you with me? Are we still at ‘awkward’?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. It’s like, I get to share my universe and culture and interests and stuff with you guys all the time but I rarely ever get to know about your world and the stuff you care about, except when it’s a big hyperfixation and you’re infodumping. I-It’d just be nice if it felt like you trusted me enough to share more often.”

“Peter, I trust you with my life.”

“Yeah, I know…when it’s in danger, obviously, but when it comes to the little, random, everyday life stuff, you probably know a lot more about me than I know about you, which makes me feel awkward about myself because you know where to connect and I don’t. It’s like I’m…” He let out a frustrated breath. “Like I’m not trying hard enough or something, like I haven’t done enough to show that I care about you as much as you care about me, so you don’t trust me.”

After a minute or two of mulling it over, Peter Three pursed his lips, trying to puzzle his words out carefully. “It’s not like that, it’s not about not trusting you. It’s about not…boring you. Or disappointing you. Y-You’ve never really straight up asked about any of the little things about my life so I figured you didn’t really want to know. My life back home isn’t much anyway.” 

He waved off Peter One’s noise of protest. “It’s really not. My world’s been pretty empty for a while now; there isn’t anything interesting to say. I get up, I eat whatever, I patrol, do odd jobs, come home, clean myself up, go to bed. Rinse and repeat. Spider-Man was the only thing I really held onto all that time. Other hobbies and interests and…fun haven’t really been a thing until now that I have you guys to remind me. I’m only just now catching up on everything my favorite bands have released in the past few years.”

“Oh.”

“But I…I think I’m enjoying this song so far,” Three added after a small hesitation, unplugging his headphones so he could turn the sound up. “I can start it over if you wanna listen too, see if it’s any good.”

Peter One’s downcast eyes lifted at that, tentatively hopeful. “…Mhmm. That’d be nice.”

Halfway through the album, the volume had been cranked to its maximum, every shrill, sharp crescendo sweeping their prior somber mood further and further away. By the time Peter Two came through the door, he would find Peter Three skidding across the back of the couch, riffing with passion on an air guitar, while Peter One spun and swung and somersaulted and howled along to screamer lyrics he didn’t know.

#marvel #spider man #fanfiction #peter parker #peter three #tom holland #andrew garfield #cue the music #brotherly bonding #brotherly love #getting to know each other #answered ask #anonymous

[butleroftoast]

[Under the read more: rant about work which got out of hand. My apologies, ignore me.]

Background: work has been absolutely exhausting lately. I haven’t had a lunchbreak in several weeks because it’s been too busy, I’m coming in early and leaving late (mostly unpaid), we’ve had extra stuff going on on top of already relentless days, and on the rare chance I get a day off I am literally so tired I’m shaking and unable to do much. The stress is making me actually, physically ill. I convinced senior management to let us have an extra person for the festive period but it was like pulling teeth, and is still barely enough. Managing my section on top of this is nigh-on impossible because I do not have time to do anything, let alone admin, but I’m giving it my best.

There’s a special event happening today which requires us to close early and help out with something new. It’s totally unnecessary and used to be held elsewhere on-site (which didn’t require shutting down a whole section), but whatever, we’re flexible, we’re game, we’ll do it (also we don’t have a choice because senior management made the decision without discussing it with us, as usual).

Despite not having enough time to feed myself, let alone talk to colleagues, I’ve passed on all the information I can to my team, bearing in mind that we’ve never done this before. I’ve given said information verbally multiple times and also in writing. My team know they can always message me if they have further questions. The final thing I did on my last shift was leave a prominent message explaining what was going to happen, who was going where, and what they would be doing there. I was so tired I could barely lift the pen, but I knew if I didn’t do it someone would moan about not being told anything.

This morning - one of those rare days off for me - I was woken up by a message from (who else) X, warning me that senior management was about to phone. Apparently they asked X what was happening, and X told them they had no idea what was going on today and hadn’t heard anything from me.

Senior management are now of the opinion that I’ve got zero communication and organisational skills. My one saving grace is that I do have the written proof of telling X what was happening, but by my next shift senior management will have assumed I’m incompetent and lost interest, because it never occurs to them to support or encourage their staff. All they ever do is criticise and then move on.

(Tangent: way back in the spring, we had a review of my start as a supervisor. With absolutely no training, I’d brought my section back after an entire year of being closed due to covid and losing all of our experienced staff. “How do you think it’s gone, Tozby?” “I think we’ve done reasonably well, considering the problems we’ve faced, and all of the new staff are working really hard.” “I disagree.” Why did management disagree? Because I hadn’t put a fruit bowl on the counter, and one morning three weeks prior we were so busy that senior management had to wait for their coffee while we served customers (senior management don’t allow us a coffee break, by the way).)

I am so tired. I am tired of this field, I am tired of X’s bullshit, and I am tired physically. Every time my phone pings I want to throw it at a wall, because it’s always, always, X starting drama over nothing. I would quit, but I need money and what else can I do? My only qualifications are in the arts, my only experience is in this work I’m so burnt out by, my mental health is atrocious, and there are no job opportunities in my area.

Anyway. Merry Christmas.

Yours sincerely, Someone in the Retail, Hospitality and Catering Sector

#personal stuff #tozby moans ceaselessly about work #I honestly try not to post these massive tirades for fear of doxxing myself and losing my job over them #but at this point I'd quite like an excuse to leave #and I've got to rant somewhere even if only into the void #I do need to learn to say no and/or delegate better in fairness #for example I could have asked someone else to organise the Christmas meal but nope took that on as well #so my messages trying to arrange Christmas cover and explaining today for the 400th time and stopping everyone arguing with each other #are interspersed with ''by the way before you murder a colleague the restaurant want to know how you'd like your steak done #so if you could let me know and then put down the knife that'd be great thanks x''

[electricbluebutterflies]

Chris/Melissa + bridal carries

Post-s6 domestic fluff is the best timeline. PG-ish and also on ao3.

Sometimes Melissa forgets how vulnerable she actually is.

It happens more often, as time passes, as she becomes more acquainted with the wild world around her. There is never a point when she forgets her humanity, no matter how many different species take up temporary residence in her spare bedroom, but the details of it blur. In the communities and whisper networks of every faction that wants no more than survival, safe outsiders are rare, and Melissa acquires her own reputation, just slightly separate from what her loved ones have done.

She is useful, and she maintains her mundane life as she can and all the weird stuff was sent her way at work even back when all of it seemed human, and she becomes protected by a web of alliances and blood debts, and it has been years since anything supernatural threatened her and she forgets that the mundane can wound her too.

It is a quiet day in the midst of a quiet month, and that means tagging along when her partner decides he needs to check all his warning systems because quiet never lasts. She has come to appreciate what someone else might describe as paranoia, the love and repentance shown through being absolutely thorough, even as attempts at explaining anything more complicated than “it’s gone because a squirrel got it” go right over her head. This isn’t an outing normal people would consider a date, but it’s at least a few hours of alone time and that’ll do, and-

Melissa is as always two steps behind, a little distracted, and trips on a tree root.

She has learned not to scream when distressed, but her body still makes a noise as it hits the ground and then the tiniest noise that she can’t suppress as she feels a sharp pain in the general vicinity of her ankle. At the very least twisted, she processes, maybe more than that, and so help her she is not trying to move right now, and-

Her partner whirls around, barely holding back the instinct to draw a weapon, and the look of relief in his eyes as he sees what actually happened is… probably not a normal-person reaction, Melissa thinks, but this is the kind of peace she can give him, this immunity to greater tragedies. He’s on the ground with her in a few heartbeats, and what a comfort it is to have a lover who is actually useful in a crisis, and-

“Tripped,” she says, just in case it isn’t damningly obvious. “Not sure about moving. I know we’re not done, but…”

He undoes her boot without asking – how did she get this lucky, she always asks herself at the strangest times – and puts just enough pressure on her obvious wound to confirm it. “We did enough. It’s alright.”

“You could leave me and loop back,” she shrugs, even now minimizing her importance. “Nothing else out here but me and the squirrels. I’d be fine. Take a catnap in the leaves.”

“Not happening.”

She leans up to take a kiss – she’s at least functional enough to do that, feels like a good sign, and she likes confirming that she’s attracted to certain tendencies – and rests her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I-“

“I forget you haven’t been doing this your whole life,” he murmurs, and she hears the longing in his voice, the things they don’t talk about until they make a vivid appearance in a nightmare, the fact that he has been out of the world that created him for some years now and he still hasn’t outrun it and-

“Unfortunately, my body forgets that too,” Melissa laughs. “Now what’s the plan?”

“Do you trust me?”

That question has never ended in anything more favorable than desperate decisions or a narrowly averted panic attack, but she nods anyways. “Yes…”

Instead of an explanation, and oh why can’t that man ever discuss what goes on in his mind before he does things, he starts shifting their position and… lifts her up, she processes as it’s happening, and the only reason this won’t end up the kind of questionable idea she’ll tease him about for years is because that bar is so low. She’s on the small end for a human woman in her age bracket, she knows, and he’s in decent enough shape, but the car is like a mile away and-

“Are you out of her mind?” she murmurs, hoping it comes out the right combination of affectionate and annoyed.

“You’re not putting weight on your ankle. It’ll get worse.”

There are days she appreciates how rarely he tries to control her behavior, how he hits all her usual weaknesses without being a jerk about it; these very occasional moments when that breaks, when it genuinely is for her own good and she’ll accept that later, are not among them. “This is still a bad idea.”

“It’ll be fine.”

She’d make a comment about how it will absolutely not be fine and he’s not going to want to move for like two days afterwards, but she really does appreciate the care of it all, how nice it is to be loved this kind of way. It should feel more normal a few years in, but somehow this is the hardest adaptation, not the fantastic and ever-changing amount of weird shit that becomes her problem but being loved by someone who is trying so hard to be normal about it. She’s unsure the two of them are capable of the sort of mundane dynamic they should be hitting in their late forties on a mutual second marriage, but-

“I have mentioned today that I love you, yes?”

The good thing about being carried, Melissa realizes, is that it makes kisses so much easier. “You have…”

“You take care of me. And I am trying to get less weird about it.”

There’s no need to escalate that into a fight, not with this endurance test they’re currently inflicting upon each other. She’d wanted physical closeness today; this isn’t how she planned on getting it, but she has no complaints. She feels secure enough, trusts her partner’s reflexes and understanding of his own capabilities, but-

There are a few pauses, but they do make it back to the car intact without any more mud ending up on her clothes and that looks like a win from her perspective, looks like love as he pokes around in the trunk for an instant ice pack and oh she will never be tired of how capable he is. How safe she is in the mundane disasters she still survives every once in a while, how this really has become a new beginning for both of them, how-

“It’s just twisted,” she points out as he bats her hands away. “I’ll be fine when we get home and I get a brace on it.”

“Still…”

“I forget. And then we remind each other. It’s alright.”

It always is, in the end. She can’t believe any other way anymore.

#ebf writes fic #mcargent #chris x melissa #queue

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Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

Part 2

In honor of those we have lost and our winner of MCLive

Also please note that I write these in the mindset that all of these mobs exist in the game but Glares and Copper Golems are very rare as they didn’t win. So hybrids of them are ever more unheard of

Glare!Reader

Probably meets you when Ranboo is mining

He forgot his torches and he ends up bumping into you

Ends up taking you back after learning you have no house and live in the caverns

He doesn’t want you getting hurt by the mobs

Techno is very skeptical, even when he learns you don’t know anything about the SMP

Phil is wary but mainly trying to decipher what you are

Ranboo thinks the leaves in you hair and puffing slightly out of your clothes are cool and will occasionally try to clean them out only for more to grow back

Niki is the most welcoming, in the sense that she will talk to you about who you are, where you come from, what brought you to meet Ranboo

After thoroughly establishing you don’t have a home outside the cavern, they offer you the couch

Phil wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to make tea, only to find you on the porch glaring out into the forest surrounding the base

You are pretty quiet in daily life, though all of them notice your nightly habit of glaring into the darkness

Phil finally puts two and two together after Ranboo goes into more detail about finding you in the cave and helped him avoid the darker areas

They have you sleep during the day due to not really being able to stop your night habit

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Allay!Reader

Niki would find you in a flower field collecting dozens of flowers

You two chat and she gives you a cookie before leaving

A couple hours after getting back to the group you knock on the door, a stack of cookies in hand

They all find it generally off putting but you seem so genuine that they try to be nice when trying to get rid of you

Techno would actually try paying you with gold to get you to leave

Surprisingly this works

However they notice one of the pickaxes has gone missing soon after

A couple hours later, you are back with nearly three whole stacks of raw gold

Ranboo notices your wings and Phil finally figured out your an Allay

They settle about the cookie thing soon after

You usually stick with Niki

She will give you things and ask you to collect certain amounts for her city

However, she doesn’t let you try and give her treats when she gives them to you as payment

Ranboo will take you mining, collecting ores he drops, and Phil has you help him farm, collecting the crops while he replants seeds

Techno is the most wary

However, after giving you a mending book to hold and you disappearing, only to reappear almost a full day later with four more, he’s a bit more accepting

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Copper Golem!Reader

Phil finds you when wandering a little farther than normal and finds a large compound

You are there mostly rusted, pressing multiple buttons that seem to power the place

He fixes you up and asks you what you are doing

You tell him about how you were made a long time ago and we’re left to be the caretaker of the place

When asked how long ago, you can’t give a straight answer

Copper isn’t known to be the best material after all

Deciding it wouldn’t be right to just leave you, he takes you home

Everyone is kinda confused but you are generally pretty fun

You do small tasks, organizing the chests, taking care of smelting the ore or making food

General upkeep stuff that Phil says is hard coded into you from the base you took care of

Everyone likes you fairly well, Techno in particular is thankful that you organize the chests

He likes to task you with taking care of the animals when he goes out

Phil does the same with the crops when he goes out

You are surprisingly strong so Niki has you help with the really heavy lifting in her underground city

Ranboo and you bond over not remember your pasts well

#minecraft #mc live #glare #glare supremacy #allay #copper golem #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #philza x reader #phil x reader #niki x reader #dsmp #ranboo x reader #dsmp ranboo #dsmp niki #dsmp techno #dsmp philza #nihachu x reader

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#SMASHVILLE

Summary: The WAGs go to Nashville.

A.N. Hey I’ve been working on this for awhile now and I am really excited for ya’ll to read it. A few things to know Auston has a game in Nashville so Amelia decides to plan a trip to Nashville so that she could see the game and hang out in the city. Amelia ends up inviting a few WAGs, Steph, Sara, Audrey, Ashley, Jenna, Marissa, and Penny. I also want to say a huge huge thank you to @dockaspbrak​ for beta reading this. I appreciated all your comments and help! 

Word Count: 9,823

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“Hey babe,” I called out to Auston. I was currently working on an article for work but had gotten distracted looking at the Leafs schedule on my phone.

“Yeah?” Auston asked not glancing away from his video game. Ever since he got suspended for two games he’s done nothing but play video games when he’s home.

“You guys are playing in Nashville this weekend?” I said phrasing it like a question.

“Yeah we’re flying in on Friday, leaving Sunday morning.”

“I want to come,” I said, pushing myself up from my seat and walking over to the couch he was sitting on. He glanced away from the tv to look at me.

“Really?” He asked, surprised. It was rare that I wanted to go to games that weren’t in Toronto. The only ones I’d made it to are Chicago and Arizona to see family.  

“Yes, Nashville is my favorite city! We could check out Broadway after and head to some different bars.”

A small smile formed on his face as he thought about it.

“I mean, I can pay for my ticket and stuff so I’m not worried about that. I guess I just want to know if you’d even be able to have time to go to the bars with me after the game.” I continued when he didn’t say anything. I leaned my body into his side so I could cuddle close to him.

“Yeah, I should be able to do something after the game on Saturday. Have you looked at flights? You might want to try to convince someone else to come so you don’t have to be alone for most of the day though,” he said as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm. I pouted because I had some plans in mind that definitely didn’t include anyone else but pulled up FaceTime anyway.

Clicking on Steph I waited for it to ring.

“Hey biotch,” she answered after a few rings. I let out a laugh as I grinned at her. I moved the camera so she could see Auston in the corner of the screen.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked excitedly.

“Other than our original mimosas, I’ve got nothing.”

“How about mimosas in Nashville instead?” I questioned, trying to hide my growing smile.

“Oh my god yess!” She grinned. I opened up Safari so I could start looking at flights.

“Have you ever been to Nashville?” I asked, as I continued to scroll through the expensive prices for Friday.

“No, I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go.”

“We should honestly fly in Thursday. The tickets are cheaper and then it’ll give us a day without the boys.”

“Hey,” Auston said, pouting. I let out a soft laugh as I shrugged my shoulders. “Don’t you want to watch the game with me? And see Freddie,” he teased with a smirk.

“Fuck, I forgot he was going to be here. Okay Steph, how about we leave Friday and come back Monday?”  

“Alright, Sounds good to me.”

“Okay then! I’m going to buy the tickets.”

“Let me know what I owe you when you're done. I'm going to go find Mitch and tell him we’re going.”

——

“Are you sad you don’t get to play against Fred?” I asked Auston, wrapping my arm around him from behind. Since Auston wasn’t allowed to play in the game he had decided to sit up in the box and had brought me with. I found it kind of cool to be able to sit and watch a game with him. Still, I felt somewhat melancholy because I knew he wanted to be down there playing.

“Yeah it sucks that this is the game I have to miss,” he mumbled, lifting his hand up to rest on my arm. “Freds going to get dinner with us after. Then probably come over for a little,” he said leaning his head back against my shoulder.

“Okay.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling away to grab my beer off the table. Auston wasn’t allowed to drink at the game, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from drinking.

The game went by quickly and not long after the arena was emptying out. Auston grabbed my hand, and led me down to the Leafs locker room, he had to talk to a few different trainers. I sat down in the hall playing a few games on my phone in the meantime. A few of the players from the Leafs came up to talk to me, while a few Canes players gave me weird looks when they passed. Finally almost 40 minutes later, Freddie came out of the locker room with a few other guys. My face lit up as I made my way over to him.

“Freddie!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him and pulling him into a hug. His teammates looked slightly confused, but I didn’t pay much attention to them.

“Missed watching you in the bars,” I told him, knowing he wouldn’t be happy with a ‘you played well’.

“Missed seeing you at the games!” He shot back quickly. I grinned but before I had a chance to respond I felt arms slipping around my waist. I immediately leaned into the touch, knowing it was Auston.

“Sup FredEx,” Auston said.

“Can’t believe you weren’t out there,” Freddie said, shaking his head. His teammates said hi to Auston, before quickly making their excuses to leave.

“Where do you want to eat?” I asked, interlocking my fingers with Auston as the three of us walked towards Auston’s car.

“Honestly, maybe just pick up some food from somewhere. I don’t know if I could sit in a restaurant or bar,” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck. My heart broke seeing and hearing the way the Leafs fans and media responded to him.

Auston and Freddie hopped in the front while I chose a seat in the back.

“Let me see it,” Freddie said the second we gathered in the car. I blushed brightly as I reached for the chain that was dangling around my neck. I decided to pull it off completely and handed it to Freddie.

“Wow it looks even better in person,” he said, twisting it around. Auston had gotten me a custom ring, which even had a little note engraved in it.

“You know I helped design this right?” Freddie said, handing it back to me.

“What! No, he didn’t,” Auston quickly denied, turning out of the parking lot. The three of us let out a laugh as Auston drove to Freddie’s favorite place, and then went back to Auston and my apartment. We were immediately greeted by an excited Felix, who only grew more excited when he noticed Freddie.

I grabbed some plates and drinks out while the boys greeted Felix.

“I can take him out real quick,” I said, grabbing his leash. Usually Auston took him out after games, but I wanted to give them time to catch up.

—-

“I can’t believe we’re actually going!” Steph squealed excitedly, as we made our way through customs at the airport. We had ended up inviting a couple of the other girls from the WAGs, so now we were a group of eight.

“I know, I’m so excited! But also this flight is going to suck,” I responded. She glanced at me slightly confused.

“It’s a short flight,” she said.

“Oh um–Did I forget to mention that I hate flying?” I asked, forcing out a small laugh.  

“Oh my god! Is that why you didn’t come to New York with us?” She realized, connecting the dots.. I glanced around making sure no attention was drawn.

“I mean, sort of…but I really did have a lot of work and plus my little sister came to visit U of T!” I justify.

“Right. Well, just sleep and I’ll wake you when we land,” she said. Easier said than done.

—--

Steph and I decided to share a room, because we knew that one of us would end up at the team hotel. We decided to share a room, even though we knew one of us would probably end up at the team hotel. We weren’t technically allowed to do that, so we needed proof of our own room, but that’s never stopped anyone before but we did need to have proof of our own room.

When we arrived, we went straight to the hotel so we could all get ready and change.

“Alright so who’s been to Nashville before?” I asked. We were all gathered in the lobby and about to head out to Broadway. Nobody spoke up, causing me to glance at them all in shock. I had expected at least one of them to have been here before.

“No way none of you have been here.” Everyone let out a laugh while shrugging.

“Well, thankfully for you guys I’ve been here a few times.I know all the best places to eat. First stop on the tour will be Tin Roof, they have the best burgers,” I told them, leading them out of the lobby and to broadway.

Time flew as we stopped in different gift shops and different bars, and not long after the boys were arriving in Nashville and getting practice over with.

“Auston just texted me,” I announced to the group. We had been waiting for someone to text so that we could meet them for dinner.

“What he say?” Audrey, Justin Holl’s girlfriend asked.

“Just got done with PPG interview. I can be ready in 25,” I said reading it out to the group word for word. I was already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol that we had been drinking since we arrived on Broadway.

“Wow, why has nobody else texted? Really feeling the love,” Penny said, slapping her phone down onto our table. I let out a laugh as I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in.

“Penn, I’m sure Willy loves you. He only cries to me about it once a week,” I joked. She let out a happy laugh as she leaned into me. Moments later her phone was lighting up with a text from Willy.

“This music is great,” Jenna said as she danced around the table.

“Steph,” I said, leaning close to her so she could hear me.

“Did I tell you that Auston proposed to me?”

“WHAT!” She screamed loudly, causing the girls to look at us. I sent her wide eyes, not wanting them to know.

“Sorry Mitch he said something,” she said quickly getting the message.

“Where's the ring?” she asked when they looked away. I reached into my shirt and pulled out the long chain that was dangling around my neck. Her eyes immediately locked onto the ring.

“Oh my god Amelia!” I shushed her, glancing back at the girls.

“I don’t want to announce it yet. I want to tell everyone important before it gets out. His family doesn't even know yet.” “Who knows?” She asked.

“Freddie, he helped Auston with the ring, I think.His mom knew that he was going to ask. He told his sisters and I’m sure his mom mentioned it to his dad. Um, he asked my brother and dad's permission and told my sister. Other than that, you,” I said.

“Well congratulations I’m so happy for you.” She pulled me into a hug. “I’m so happy you're happy with him,” she said into my ear. I pulled back with a wide grin.

“Don’t tell anyone. Not even Mitch, because I’m sure Auston wants to,” I told her. She nodded her head. Before we could continue talking, a song we both liked came on and we started singing at the top of our lungs.

—--

“Let’s go to Nudies,” I told the group at large. We had been arguing about where to go to eat for the last twenty minutes and nobody could agree.

“It has every type of food and we won’t have a problem finding a table. They also have live music as well as clubbing music.”

We were currently standing outside and thankfully not too many bars had lines. Auston wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

“You're sexy,” he mumbled into my ear. I blushed as I pushed at him slightly.

Once we made it into the bar, we all ordered food and ate it quickly. Couples had already started straying to the dance floor and it left Willy, Penny, Mitch, Steph, Auston and I at the table.

“Guys,” Auston called out, causing the other two couples to look at him. “Look at this,” he reached over and tugged the necklace out of where it was hidden in my shirt, the ring on full display. Both Willy and Mitch looked extremely surprised, but happy for us.  

“When did this happen?” Willy asked. I blushed as I looked down at where Austons hand was resting on my thigh.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” Auston said not answering the question. Sometimes Auston really didn’t like sharing information about our relationship. So much of his life was on display, I think he just liked keeping this part private.

“Aus,” I said, tugging on his arm in warning. “He asked me last week. We’ve just been slowly telling people. We still haven’t told all of our family. So maybe keep it to yourselves please.”

They all agreed, and Penny started talking to Willy about something that was going on at work and everyone was kind of just listening.

“Can we go dance?” I whispered/shouted in Auston's ear so he could hear me over the music.

“Sure, let’s go upstairs though,” he said, standing up and helping me from my stool. I grinned as I grabbed his hand to steady myself.

We made our way to the stairs and then climbed our way to the third floor. We were instantly met by clubbing music, as well as two different areas to go out onto a rooftop. I pulled Auston towards the bigger rooftop area that was facing Broadway. As soon as I found enough space for the two of us I turned my back so that it was flush against his body. I slowly started rocking my hips against him slowly to the beat of the song.

His hands settled on my waist and he helped guide me to the beat. His body pressed closer to mine and I could feel him poking me from behind. I let out a soft laugh as I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck so that my fingers could play with the ends of his hair.

“You look absolutely stunning, baby,” Auston said loud enough for me to hear over the music. I pressed myself closer to him, and his hands wrapped around my back holding me in as we swayed to the music.

“Thank you,” I blushed, leaning up so that I could kiss him. His lips were quick to respond to mine and we started making out in the middle of the rooftop, only pulling away when I felt someone bump into me from behind.

I turned around so that I could face the culprit and found a taller guy smirking at me.

“Sorry about that, princess,” he grinned, reaching out to put his arm on me. I leaned away out of his touch and closer to Auston.

“She’s fine, man. Maybe be a little more careful from now on,” Auston said protectively, stepping in front of me.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” he said, putting his hands up in the air. I rolled my eyes in disgust before pulling Auston away, so that nothing would be started.

“Let’s get a drink.”

After we got to the bar we ordered two shots and then made our way back downstairs to the group. We danced for another hour, before deciding to make our way back to the hotel since the boys had to be up for practice.

“You and Mitch can stay in the room tonight,” I said turning to Steph as we talked about where to go.

“Sweet! I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Steph said, pulling me into a quick hug. I then pulled all the other girls into a quick hug as we made our way to the team hotel.

“Go in,” Auston said as he pulled the door to his room open.

“Demanding,” I smirked as I walked into the room and made my way right over to his suitcase, so I could pull out something to wear to bed.

“Do you want to shower tonight or just go to bed?” he asked as he made his way over to where I was standing. I leaned up on my tiptoes so I could press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I guess I should shower real quick,” I said, letting out a soft sigh.

“Alright, you can use my stuff.”

He reached into his bag and pulled out his toiletry bag, handing it to me.

“I’ll shower when you're done,” he said, grabbing the remote to the TV. I nodded my head, turning to the bathroom before pausing.

“Aus, do you have shoes I can wear?” I asked quietly. Ever since I was young, I had this weird phobia of not being able to shower in hotel bathrooms unless I had shoes. I knew they cleaned the bathroom, but something about it just unnerved me and I couldn’t get past it. He let out a soft chuckle knowingly as he reached into his bag and pulled out some waterproof slides.

“Here, baby,” he said, setting them down on the ground for me to step into.

“Thank you.” I said putting my hand on his shoulder as I slipped them on.

The shower went by quickly, and I made my way out into the room in just my towel.

“All yours but I'll need to come in to brush my teeth,” I said as I walked over to where I had set the clothes before my shower.

“Sounds good. I’ll be quick too.”

When I was finished getting dressed and doing my night routine (as best as I could considering all my stuff was in my hotel room) I walked into the bathroom. Auston was still in the shower but I was able to see his full body seeing as it was just a glass door. I wiggled my eyebrows as I walked over to the sink. I had slipped a spare toothbrush into Auston’s toiletry bag at the beginning of the season and he had yet to use it, so I used it for myself.

“You look sexy,” I said once I had finished brushing my teeth. I leaned against the counter looking at him. He grinned as he looked at me through the glass.

“Don’t start something you're not going to finish,” he joked as he continued washing his body. I blushed as I turned away.

“Okay. I’m going to bed,” I said, making my way out of the room. I crawled into bed and plugged my phone into the charger. Auston had turned on a movie while I was showering and it wasn’t something I recognized. So I decided to flip through my phone while I waited for him to finish. I had received a few photo updates of Felix at the doggy hotel, and I smiled happily as I clicked through them.

“Hey,” Auston said, causing me to look up. He was standing with his towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand as he dried his upper body.

“You can change the channel if you want,” he said. He dropped his towel and then turned to grab his briefs. He pulled them on before walking over to the thermostat. It was set at 74 and he turned it down to 71. He then turned off all the lights except the one on my side of the bed.

“I don’t,” I answered before turning my attention back to my phone, so I could continue texting. He walked over to his side of the bed with two water bottles.

“Here, babe,” he said, holding one out for me. I took it, setting it on the table. He plugged his phone into the charger before crawling in the bed next to me. He laid so that he was laying on his side facing me. He had the remote in his hand and he wrapped that arm around my waist.

“What are you doing?” he asked into my ear.

“Look at these photos of Felix,” I said happily cuddling into him.

“Aww,” he said against my ear as I clicked through the photos. When I was done I clicked my phone off and set it down next to me.

“Did you set alarms?” I asked him as I cuddled closer.

“Yeah, eight,” he mumbled close to falling asleep. I grabbed the remote out of his hand and turned the volume close to down before setting a thirty minute timer.

“I’m so happy I’m here,” I said softly. His grip around me tightened slightly.

“Me too,” he whispered. I reached down and pulled his hand up to my lips so I could give him a kiss.

—---

“Go back to sleep,” Auston mumbled as the alarm went off. He turned it off and slowly pulled himself out of bed. I felt the bathroom light turn on but the door was quickly shut, setting the room back into pitch black.

“Amelia,” Auston said, rubbing his hand over my back. I grumbled as I turned onto my side. I sleepily opened my eyes, shutting them quickly when the lights hurt my head.

“I just finished showering and I gotta head to team breakfast soon,” he continued when I didn’t say anything. Auston tapped my shoulder again and I sleepily opened my eyes to see Auston holding the water bottle in front of me open.

“What time?” I mumbled. Sometimes I was really not a morning person, usually when I was on vacation.

“It’s nine and I know Steph will be up because Mitch is coming from there. I can walk you back to your hotel,” he offered. I pushed myself up so I was sitting in the bed and I reached for my water. I let out a soft cough before taking a pull. My throat was feeling pretty sore from all the singing and screaming I had done the day before in Nashville.

“Let me brush my teeth.” I pushed myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I always hated talking before I brushed my teeth. It just felt yucky.

“I think I’m just going to wear this to the hotel,” I said once I was done. I was wearing a pair of just Auston’s sweatpants and one of his baggy sweatshirts.

“Okay,” he said looking up from his phone. I walked over to his suitcase grabbing a pair of his socks. I pulled them on before looking at my heels. There was no way I was going to wear my heels.

“Aus, can I wear your slides to the hotel?” I questioned as I picked up my heels.

“Sure. You can leave those here. I'll be able to fit them in my suitcase,” he said, standing up and walking over to his bag.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I easily went into his arms, melting like pudding.

“You smell good,” I mumbled, pressing my face into his chest.

“Thanks.” He pulled back so that he could press a quick kiss to my lips.

“We should go so I’m not late,” he said, opening the door. “I have your phone.”

“Alright,” I grabbed my purse and followed him to the elevator. He laced his fingers with mine as we waited, and not long after we pressed the button did someone join us. Sheldon Keefe.

My eyes widened slightly as I turned my body towards Auston completely.

“Morning Coach,” Auston said with a warm grin.

“Morning,” he responded.

I had met him numerous times now but I always felt slightly awkward around him. Like if I said or did the wrong thing, Auston could get in trouble.

The doors opened and the three of us made it in. As the doors started to shut, we heard a ‘wait!’ and Auston was reaching his arm out to stop it. The doors reopened fully and in stepped Michael Bunting.

He snickered as he took in the people on the elevator. I blushed looking down at the ground. Michael Bunting was new this season, and although him and Auston had gotten close really fast, I still didn’t know him that well.

“Morning Coach,” he said before turning to us.

“Great to see you in Nashville, Amelia,” he said. “Hope you had a good night,” he paused looking around. “I’ve heard the live bands are great.”

I squeezed Auston’s hand, knowing he was just fucking with us. The situation felt so bizarre  because I felt like I was doing a walk of shame, except there was no shame because I love Auston and we didn’t even have sex.

“Yeah the bars are awesome. Some of the other girlfriends are here too. We're going to the game later,” I said, adding the game part in hopes to be on everyone's good side.

“That’ll be fun,” Bunts said. I let out a soft laugh as I nodded. Why did we have to be on the 15th floor? Finally, the doors opened and we all exited the elevator.

“See you,” Bunts said, walking away.

As soon as Auston and I were outside of the hotel, I turned to face him.

“Never again,” I exaggerated. He let out a laugh as he shook his head.

“I'm never staying at a team hotel again.” I said seriously but let out a laugh at the end.

“Okay, baby. Next time, you will get your own room.”

The walk went by quickly and we were at my hotel room.

“Okay I’ll text you after the game, and we’ll figure out where to meet,” he said. I nodded my head before wrapping my arms around his neck so I could kiss him.

“Good luck, baby,” I whispered.

“Thank you.”

“Score me a goal,” I said, pulling away. I grabbed my key out of my purse.

“Okay.”

I went to use my key, but decided to knock instead. Ten seconds later, Mitch was opening the door fully dressed.

“Morning,” he grinned. I nodded at him before making my way into the room.

The two left, leaving Steph and I alone. Thankfully only one of the beds was messed up. I walked over to the bed I had claimed and flopped onto it.

“Long night?” Steph laughed. Her and Mitch were the most morning people you could know. Which was pretty much the opposite of Auston and I.

“No,” I huffed, rolling over and spreading out.

“We didn’t have sex,” I contined. “I didn’t want to. I was really tired and we just had a lot because he was suspended.” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach, my arms holding my face up. He’s also weird about sex before games and I was honestly convinced it was a superstition. “And I was really afraid that the team would hear through the wall.”

“That was always my biggest fear when Mitch would bring me back to the team hotel. I would get so paranoid so I would make as little noise as possible.”

“Yeah and we had to ride the elevator down from the fifteenth floor with Sheldon Keefe and Bunts,” I said.

“I bet that was awkward.” She finally got out through her laughter.

“How was your night?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

“We had tons of sex,” she laughed. “We didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing.”

“Lucky bitch,” I joked.

“Don’t worry you’ll get your chance,” she winked.

“Let’s get ready,” I said blushing at what she was implying.

It was already nine forty, and we had the game at six so our plan was to enjoy the day on Broadway then go back to the hotel so we could change before the game.

I turned on some music while I started to pick out what I was going to wear. When I was done with that, I started working on my makeup and not long later Steph was joining me in the bathroom to do the same.

“The rest of the girls are going to meet us in the lobby in twenty minutes,” Steph said as she applied her contour. I nodded my head walking over to grab my phone and look through it. I had a text from Auston.

Aus💕

Bunts is giving me so much shit.

Worth it though❤️

I responded quickly with a heart and then started getting dressed.

Soon after, Steph and I were both ready and making our way down to the lobby. Most of the girls were already there, so we took some photos as we waited for everyone else to show up.

Penny and Audrey showed up after us, and we took a group photo before making our way to the first bar we saw.

——

“Let’s fucking go,” I cheered as we stepped off the elevator onto our floor. We had been drinking all day, and I was definitely feeling myself at this point. Ashley and Steph laughed at me.

“What are you guys wearing tonight?” I asked them as we walked to our rooms. We had thankfully all been placed on the same floor; we just weren’t all right next to each other.

“Probably a shirt with my leather jacket and jeans,” Ashley said as she approached her door.

“See you guys soon!”

We didn’t have much time to get ready since it was so close to when the game would be starting.

I pulled out the jersey of Austons I had packed along with his Maple Leafs hat I stole. I planned to wear them with a pair of blue bell bottom jeans with my cowgirl boots I had bought.

“That’s going to be so cute,” Steph said as she looked at my outfit laid out on my bed.

“That’s so sweet,” I grinned.

“What are you wearing?”

Steph pulled out a jean jacket that said Toronto Maple Leafs on the back along with Mitchy’s number. She then pulled out a pair of black leather pants and a cute shirt.

“I love those jackets,” I said as I grabbed it off the bed to look at it. I wasn’t dating Auston when these jackets had been made, so I unfortunately didn’t get one.

We both quickly got dressed and touched up our makeup.

“We should probably go. The game starts in thirty minutes. We definitely missed warmups,” Steph said as she grabbed her purse. I nodded my head as I gathered all the things I would need.

“Yess! I’m ready, let’s go!” I squealed happily. I was so excited to get to the game and watch Auston play hockey. We met up with the other girls at the elevator and I immediately noticed I was the only one wearing a jersey. This happened a lot, I wasn’t really sure why none of the girls wore jersey’s but they almost never did. Jersey’s were always my go to thing though, because I knew how much Auston liked seeing me in his jersey.

I had even decided to wear one of my favorite black lingerie pieces under my outfit, and I couldn’t wait for Auston to see it under the jersey.

“Let’s just go in this gate,” Audrey said walking up to the door. The guys didn’t have tickets to the game and so we were tasked to find our own tickets. After a lot of debate we had decided to get two rows with four and four. We weren’t able to find eight seats in a row so we had to improvise.

There were actually a lot of people wearing Leafs attire, so I didn’t feel that out of place as we made our way over to where the seats were.

“I’m going to grab a beer,” I told the girls as they started walking down the aisle. A few heads turned my way at the idea, so we instead headed back to the concessions. Our seats were pretty good. We were on the side where we would get to see our goalie two times and were only a few rows away.

“Sara, sit by me,” I called out as we all took our seats. I knew she was bummed that she wasn’t going to get to see Petr play. They had just finished the national anthem and the game was going to be starting any minute.

“Are you excited to see him play again?” she asked as they lined up to take the faceoff.

“Yeah, I know he’s excited to play as well. He always gets pretty antsy when he can’t play,” I said, raising my cup to take a sip.

“Auston just tripped,” Steph said pointing at him where he had indeed tripped, but caught himself quickly.

I took another sip of my drink as I paid more attention to what was going on.

“Did you ever play hockey as a kid?” I asked. Steph let out a laugh as she nodded her head.

“It’s almost a right of passage in Canada,” she said leaning closer so I could hear her.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I wanted to do other things. Other sports,” she shrugged. “The period is about to end, let's head to the bathroom before a line forms,” she stood up and I quickly followed after her.

The first period had gone down with nothing exciting happening and us just having a lot of time to talk. We had been getting a few glances from the Nashville fans, but nothing to make me feel unsafe. The score was 1-0 Nashville so maybe that was helping.

“I’m going to get another drink before we go back to our seats,” I told Marissa, who was standing the closest to me. A few of the other girls had started making their way back to our seats while the rest of us waited for our drinks.

We all made it back to our seats before the second period started, and I handed Steph her drink when I sat next to her. Not long later Mitch was scoring the first goal for the Maple Leafs and we were all jumping around cheering as we celebrated Steph’s boy’s goal!

“Mitchy baby!” I screamed in Stephs ear as I jumped around with her. After that Nashville scored another goal leaving the second period with a score of 3-1. I knew the boys wouldn’t be happy with what the outcome was so far, but the girls and I were having a good time and the score wasn’t bothering us too much.

“You think Auston’s going to score?” Sara asked, leaning towards me so I could hear. I sent her a smirk as I shrugged.

“He told me he would, so I guess we'll have to see,” I said, taking a sip of my drink. Not long later the third period was starting. Three minutes into the period, Auston was scoring a goal.

“Yess!” I screamed jumping up from my seat. All the other girls jumped up with me cheering just as loudly. I pulled out my phone so I could try to take a quick video of the guys celebrating as well as us. We sat down when we started getting looks and only stood up to cheer again when Mitchy scored again. When the play finally slowed down again I turned to Steph.

“Did he score twice in the sheets too?” I whispered, letting out a loud laugh. Steph let out a laugh of her own as she slapped my shoulder.

“Shut up,” she joked.

After that, the game went by quickly with a loss of 6-3. We made our way outside of the arena and decided to head back to the hotel so we could change and have the guys meet with us there.

“Want a drink?” I asked Steph when we were in our room. I wasn't planning on changing so I was just going to have a drink while we waited. I grabbed my bluetooth speaker and turned on some music.

“Are you changing?” She asked as she pulled clothes out of her bag. I shook my head as I pulled a white claw out of the mini fridge.

“No, I have the perfect outfit on.”

“Okay, I’ll have one but I’m changing.”

I knew it was going to be silly that I was wearing a jersey, but I also knew that Auston wouldn’t mind and that he would love the lingerie underneath.

“Has Mitch texted you?” I asked, grabbing my phone. I had a few messages in my groupchat with Auston’s family but nothing from him.

“No, not yet.”

Almost twenty minutes later, I got a text from Auston saying he was one his way with the guys.

“They are on the way and I said we'd meet them in the lobby,” I told Steph as I read the message. Our hotel floor was impossible to get to without a key.

“Sounds good, I’m ready,” she said, making her way out of the bathroom. I grabbed my stuff and walked over to the door.

“Let’s go.”

—--

“Hey,” I said, walking up to Auston and wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He pulled me closer, taking a deep breath.

“I scored a goal for you,” he whispered.

“It was a pretty goal,” I said, pulling out of his hug and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Alright, let’s go!” Someone called out and the extremely big group of us walked out of the lobby (seriously there were probably almost twenty of us).

“You look so sexy,” Auston said as we were walking to the first bar. I blushed as I looked around. All the girls were wearing pretty revealing clothes and I was just in a jersey and jeans.

“You should see what’s underneath,” I teased. Auston’s hand immediately slipped under the jersey feeling the mesh of my lingerie.

“You're killin me smalls,” he groaned as he pulled his hand out.

“Only the best for you, Papi,” I joked. He blushed looking away.

“Is this bar good?” Petr asked, stopping in front of the Honky tonk Central. We all agreed and hopped in line.

“Mitch!” I cheered when I noticed him standing near us. He turned away from Steph with a smile.

“Hey Amelia! Great planning,” he said, gesturing to everyone. I grinned even wider as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Couldn’t go to Nashville without my girl,” I joked, pulling Steph to me. She easily folded into my hold, hugging me back.

“We're like two peas in a pod,” I joked. Auston and Mitch shared a look before letting out a laugh.

“Nice goals though!” I added pulling away from Steph and leaning back into Auston.

“Thanks!” He smiled happily.

“ID” the bouncer said, holding up a flashlight. I quickly pulled out mine, handing it over. Once we were all inside we decided to head up to a higher floor feeling too crowded on the first.

“Do you want a drink?” Auston asked when we arrived on the second flood.

“Sure but I’ll come with,” I said, tightening my hold on his hand. We walked over to the bar and there was an open seat so Auston helped me into it.

“I’m sorry you lost the game,” I told him, leaning my head against his chest.

“It’s whatever, I’m just happy you're here.”

I leaned my head up and puckered my lips so that he would kiss me. He got the hint immediately and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, I turned to face the bar.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and held his card in front of my face.

“I want a Stella. Get whatever you want.”

I nodded my head as I grabbed the card from his hand. He kept one hand resting on my waist, while the other returned to his side.

“This band is pretty good,” he said. Before I could respond, the bartender was asking for our order and I ordered the Stella and a Bud Light.

“Yeah, I like the music,” I grinned. The bartender set the receipt down and I turned to Auston.

“Do you want to sign or me?” I asked. He glanced down and grabbed the pen.

“Auston,” I gasped as I noticed he had tipped 50%

“I’m getting lucky tonight so they can too,” he said, pulling the beer up to take a long sip. I let out a laugh as I shook my head.

“Who says you're getting lucky?” I joked, pushing myself up from the stool. He followed after me to the dance floor where the rest of the group had gone.

“Hey,” I said, turning to face Auston so that we were dancing together.

“What's up?” he asked, leaning forward so his forehead was resting against mine.

“You looked so sexy on the ice,” I said, before pulling him down so that I could kiss him. The kiss quickly turned into a full on makeout in the middle of the dance floor. I could hear the group teasing us but we didn’t pull away.

“I love you, baby,” He said when he pulled away from the kiss. I knew that I was pretty drunk at this point and Auston could definitely tell.

“I’m going to request a song for you, babe. What do you want to hear?” Auston asked, swaying us back and forth slightly.

“That’s a lot of pressure!” I squealed, not sure what I wanted to hear.

“Anything,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“How about,” I paused thinking. “Love Story,” I grinned, turning to face him again.

“Let’s see if the band knows it. I’ll be right back.” He pushed me towards the group more so I wasn’t so alone when he left.

Five minutes later, Auston was slipping his arm around my waist again.

“They know it.”

“Alright next up we have a request from Auston for $100, hope you enjoy,” the lead singer of the band said. The rest of the band said thank you as they started playing their instruments. Our group started knowing the request was from Auston.

Auston twirled me around as we sang to the song.

Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think,

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” I screamed as I knelt to the ground in front of Auston. I pulled the chain with the ring out and held it out in front of me. Our group was surrounding us cheering as we all sang along. Auston held his hands out in front of him as he sang along.

“Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone! I love you and that’s all I really know!” I screamed, pushing myself up into his arms. People around us were cheering and I let out a loud laugh as Auston spun me around.

“That was amazing,” The band said when the song was done. “Was there a proposal in the crowd,” one of the band members called. Everyone cheered loudly while Auston pulled me in closely.

“I’ll marry you any day,” Auston shouted into my ear before pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I leaned my intoxicated body into him knowing that he would support my weight.

“Give it up for the great song request,” the lead singer said. Everyone cheered and they started up the next song.

“That was cute,” Michael Bunting said, stepping over to Auston and I. We both had to lean closer so that we could hear him over the music.

“Well, we’re cute,” Auston responded, shrugging his shoulders. I let out a laugh as I pulled out of his grasp slightly to be closer to Bunting so I could hear.

“Amelia, that was probably one of the best proposals I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how I’ll ever top it,” he said, turning to face me. I let out a laugh as I shrugged my shoulders.

“I know a proposal that could top it,” I grinned, sending Auston a wink. His proposal was amazing. He smiled, giving my hand a squeeze.

“I’m sad your girlfriend couldn't come,” I said to Michael. He shrugged his shoulders.

“She was too, but she’s gotta work,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

I turned to Auston leaning toward to his ear so he could hear me.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I pulled away. He nodded his head.

“I’ll stay right here,” he said and then turned to Michael to talk to him. I pulled away and walked over to where a group of the girls had collected.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I told them hoping one of them would have to go.

“I’ll come with,” Ashley said. Penny seconded it right away. The three of us made our way to the bathroom and unfortunately there was a line.

“Are you having fun?” I asked the two as we waited.

“Yeah I love it,” Ashley grinned.

“Same but I want to try to go to another bar,” Penny said. I nodded my head as I thought about where else we could go.

We finally got a stall and all did our business before making our way back to the group. Everyone was pretty much finishing their drinks, so there were no complaints when we suggested going to another bar.

“You doing okay?” Auston asked as we walked to the next bar. We were walking side by side but weren’t touching. Feeling the need to fix that, I reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’m perfect.” I smiled widely at him, he grinned right back.

“Good because I have plans for tonight,” Auston smirked.

—----

“C’mere,” Auston shouted over the music pulling me into his body so that I was grinding against him. I pushed my ass further against him as I continued to let music take over my body. Auston’s hands roamed my body so that they were under the jersey and feeling me through my lingerie.

“I want to get this jersey off of you,” he said loud enough for me to hear him.

“Then let's go to the hotel,” I said, turning around in his arms and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Okay,” Auston said. I grinned as I turned around again so that I could grind against him some more before we left. When I could feel him poking me from behind I pulled away and turned to face him.

“We have to say goodbye and make sure that Steph is going to Mitchy's room,” I said sternly. He nodded his head and we walked over to the group to say our goodbyes. When Steph confirmed that she was going to Mitchy's room, I went to find Auston.

“Ready?” I asked him. He nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bar. We walked to the hotel in comfortable silence and made it into the elevator before it was broken.

“I’m going to wreck you tonight,” Auston said. I let out a shocked gasp, looking up to him. We were standing side by side.

“Please” I whimpered, moving closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist lifting the jersey slightly to touch the lace underneath.

“The things I’m going to do to you will have you screaming,” he continued softly. I bit my lip as I looked at the elevator screen to see how far we were from our room. Three floors.

“When we get into the room, you're going to do what I say,” Auston said.

The doors opened and we walked to the room. I swiped the card and pushed the door open. As soon as the door was shut Auston was pulling me in and putting his lips on mine. He deepened the kiss quickly causing me to let out a whimper at what was going to happen tonight.

“Get on the bed,” he said deeply. I quickly followed his instructions and starfished on my back on the bed. Auston stood at the bottom of the bed looking me over. He grabbed a bag out of my bag that he had packed himself.

“I brought some special things,” he grinned, dropping the bag next to my head and crawling onto the bed so that he was leaning over me. He opened the bag and I stared in excitement.

He reached into the bag and the first thing he pulled out were two ropes. I held my breath as I stared at them. Auston had only tied me up two other times and they had both been at home.

“You okay with being tied up tonight?” He asked, reaching for my hands. He pulled back on second thought, and pulled off his clothes.

“I cant decide if I want to fuck you while you wear my jersey or not,” Auston said as he trailed his hand down to my jeans. He unbotted them and pulled them off. I whimpered as I pushed into his touch wanting his hands on my body.

“I think I want you naked,” he decided, reaching for the bottom of the jersey and pulling it off.

“I love that you wore it all night,” he praised, pressing a kiss to my cheek once he got it over my head. I blushed as I tried to look away but his hand on my chin kept me in place.

“This lingerie set is so beautiful and I don’t think I’ve seen it. So it must be new,” he grinned, leaning down and palming my breast.

“Aus, please,” I moaned.

“Please what? We haven't even started, baby,” he said, pulling away completely and reaching for the ropes. He tied both my wrists together before tying them to the bed.

“I’m about to have my way with you,” he taunted. I jerked my hands against the restraints and he glanced up to my wrist.

“Are your wrists okay? Too tight?” he questioned soft worry slipping into his voice.

“I’m perfect. They're perfect,” I gasped. He nodded, pushing my top aside so that he could attach his beautiful mouth to my breast. I gasped as he started sucking and biting. He hummed, moving his hand down my body before finding my folds. He pulled away looking down before returning his lips to my breast. He slipped a finger in easily moving it in and out. I let out a soft gasp as I tugged against my restraints.

“What do you want babe? Want me to get you off with my hands? Want me to eat you out before I put my dick in you?” he asked. I let out a moan at his words nodding my head.

“Well, which one is it?” he questioned with a smirk. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me.”

At this point my brain was starting to feel foggy. I tried to clear it the best I could as I thought about it.

“Auston,” I moaned, tugging my arms.

“Lucky for you I have more in the bag. He reached into the bag and pulled out my vibrator. I let out a soft gasp as I saw it. It was my most used sex toy when Auston was on the road and although I had used it a few times, we had never used it together. He turned it on and pressed it against my awaiting pussy. I let out a loud moan the second it touched me.

“Y’know I’ve been thinking about getting you a vibrating plug. Making you wear it in public when we go out to dinner.”

I let out another weak moan as I fantasized about him doing that to me.

“Would you like that?” He asked, moving the vibrator. I nodded my head as I couldn't form words.

“Amelia, I asked you a question. Would you like that?” He repeated, pulling the vibrator away.

“Yes, Auston,” I moaned loudly, tugging against my restraints again. I wanted him to keep touching me now.

“You'd just be open and ready for me and getting pleasure all throughout dinner. But I’d be in charge,” he said, pressing the vibrator harder against me. I felt my legs start to shake as I felt my orgasm travel through my body. Moments later I was coming with Auston’s name falling from my lips non stop. Auston grinned down at me as he watched me face my orgasm.

“Yes, baby. You look so gorgeous,” he grinned as he continued to press the vibrator against me. I flinched as it became too much. He noticed and turned it off pulling away. He continued to rub his hand against my sensitive area.

“Aus,” I screamed, arching my back.

“Yeah baby,” he asked softly, pressing his hand against my stomach and pressing me back into the mattress. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, fingering me slowly.

“You're so tight, you're going to feel so good stretched around my dick,” he said as he started to finger me faster. He slipped another finger in without warning, causing me to moan loudly. I tried to move but his other hand was still holding me down to the mattress.

“Auston, I’m ready,” I gasped. He tsk’d as he looked down at me.

“I think we can do four,” he said before pushing his fourth finger into me.

“Auston please,” I whined through my moans.

He grinned as he reached his hand down between his legs, grabbing his cock. He was already at full hardness with everything he had put me through. He jerked himself a few more times before getting on his knees and lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed my legs back so that I was almost folded completely in half. When he was lined up perfectly, he slowly pushed his way inside of me. I let out a loud gasp as I felt myself slowly adjust to him being inside of me.

“Auston,” I cried out at the intense pleasure I was feeling.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he reassured, leaning down to kiss my lips.

“Auston please,” I cried again. I wanted more and I wanted it now.

“Please what baby?” he asked softly.

“More,” I breathed. “Please give me more,” I begged. He adjusted his hands on my legs before fucking into me harder and faster.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I moaned as he pumped in and out of me.

“Faster,” I begged.

He let out a groan as he tried to pick up his pace. Just as I felt like I was about to orgasm again, he pulled out completely and I let out a loud cry at the loss.

“Auston,” I screamed through my sobs.

“Shh baby. I’m right here.”

He reached up and untied my hands, taking the ropes off completely. He then pulled my lingerie all the way off before laying on his back.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me onto his lap.

“Do you think you can hop up?” he asked, pointing to his dick. I let out a soft whine as I slowly moved onto him.

“Don’t worry I’ll do all the work,” he said. I settled on top of him, his dick pushing into me until we were flush against each other.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded my head as I pressed my hands against his chest to hold me up. He started fucking up into me in a quick rythm that had me crying out in pleasure.

“That’s it,” I screamed as he hit my spot continuously.

“Let go baby,” he mumbled, sending me over the edge. I found myself gasping on him as my walls tightened around him. Seconds later, he was coming himself and I fell against his chest, no longer able to hold myself up. His arms wrapped around me holding me tight against his chest as I let out little sobs as the pleasure continued to flow through my body.

“I’ve got you,” he said, tightening his arms.

“You did so good, baby,” he mumbled, pulling my face up so that he could press a kiss to my lips. I was so out of it that I barely kissed him back. I pushed myself up before pulling off his dick. I let out a gasp as we disconnected and his cum leaked out of my pussy. When we were no longer connected I fell onto my stomach next to him on the bed.

“That was amazing,” I said a few minutes later when I had finally gathered my thoughts. Austons hand that was rubbing my back paused before continuing its movement.

“So amazing,” he grinned. I pulled my face out of the pillow to look at him.

“I love you so much,” I said softly. He grinned, leaning over to kiss me.

“I love you too. We should shower though,” he said, pushing himself up. I let out a whine but nodded my head pushing myself up.

“I’m exhausted,” I said. He nodded, leading me into the bathroom. We showered together and Auston washed my body and hair for me before helping me back into bed.

“Roll onto your side,” I said, pushing myself against him so he was a little spoon.

“Sleep tight, baby,” Auston mumbled as he relaxed into my hold.

“You too,” I whispered into his ear and pressed a kiss to his head.

—---

“Morning,” I grinned as I lifted my head from Auston’s shoulder. He looked as though he had been up for a while and he was looking at his phone.

“Morning,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Mitch and Steph are on their way back,” he groaned as he looked back at his phone. I nodded my head, sitting up so I could look for some clothes to put on. Auston had already redressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed the closest thing I could, which happened to be one of Auston’s hoodies.

I pulled it on and curled back into the sheets. Auston leaned over to me so he could kiss me some more. Not even five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Auston opened it up to Steph and Mitch.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Auston called out making his way out of the room with Mitch.

Steph grinned as she walked over to her bed and stared at me.

“How was the sex?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. I let out a loud laugh as I curled into my sheets.

“Good.”

A.N. Thanks for reading hope you liked it and let me know what you thought or if you want to request something! Also OMG That game!!!! The hatty! the win! So happy!!

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never tell

Summary: You and Chris have been dating for quite a while now, although secretly, it was both of your decision to hide it from the public eye. Are you both ready to take it to the next level and that level means telling the whole world all about it.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: RPF, smut, fluff FLUFF, dirty talk, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Word Count: 3200+

A/N: Oh, wow. I didn't realize this was going to be this long but I hope it doesn't bore you. Your like, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

**I edit my own work, this is not beta'd and there will be errors. I do not consent for my work to be reproduced outside of Tumblr without my consent.**

You and Chris have been secretly and exclusively dating for almost two years now. And it's only a few more days before your second anniversary. When you first met, you were very skeptical at first, when he asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates because he's a big movie star and changes girlfriends like he changes clothes. Aside from how the media portrayed him, he's too popular for you.

But then he promised to keep you safe and loved and in return you asked him not to talk about you or even hint about having a relationship. There are times where he would go viral for just looking so good or an interview where his tattoos are peeking out. Sometimes it becomes too much and you wouldn't want to be the vultures to tear you in pieces and expose you to whatever shit they want on their screens.

Chris has social anxiety even though he hides it so well, he takes medications and also visits a therapist for it and he's not ashamed one bit. Big media frenzy or even just Comic Con interviews are causing that. Thankful that he has real friends who's there for him.

He also encouraged me to visit a therapist and it actually helped a lot when you're talking to a professional who will sat there stoic, telling you how you should cope with your feelings.

So when the pandemic hit and Chris asked you to move in with him, you said yes right away. Nothing much has changed except for the fact that you can have sex whenever and wherever you want. But you'd have to be very careful since Scott only sleeps a few doors down, at times he's actually here. He's mostly here but this time of year, he'd like to spend it in Boston. Scott and you are close and would always hang out since he's never likely to draw more attention versus when we have Chris around.

Chris has always been the sweetest boyfriend ever, buying you stuff you don't actually need and being right there before you even woke up. Those rare moments when he'd stay in bed and cuddle are what you most treasure because he'd choose you over running and lifting weights just to sweat profusely.

His hand snaked under your neck and grabbed your boob, his favorite, and squeezed it. You sigh at the contact and kissed his arm. And then you turned to him, his eyes are closed but you know he's awake. His beard tickles your skin and then he smiles, eyes still closed. You kiss him on the lips and his smile grew even larger. Your boyfriend has the most perfect pearly whites out there.

His other hand is placed on top of your stomach and snakes down to your pajamas, knowing too well what he's doing. You stopped his hand before he can even touch you down there.

"I'm still very sore." You say and he opens his eyes, giving you a mischievous look.

"Did I went too hard on you last night?" He kisses your nose and you shake your head. You kissed him on the lips and assure him it was no big deal.

"No, I wanted you to be rough, remember? And babe, it was at 4 am. It's only 7 am. I just need to recover for a few minutes, okay?"

He nods, burying his head in between your boobs and sighing like a kid with his candy taken. He groans and stands up from bed and pull a clean shirt from the drawer. You can see his hardon and you bite your lip, trying to hide your laughter.

"Stop biting your lip like that, baby, I might change my mind and pounce on you."

You giggle and follow him to the bathroom. Together you brushed your teeth and washed your face. As Chris is finishing, you retrieve a clean towel from the cabinet and dry his face first. You can't help but look at the mirror and see your gorgeous chunk of a man. His beard glistens with water and he checks himself and not notice how hot he really is.

You said you wanted to wait a few minutes but your libido just went straight to the roof while his hand ran over his beard. The image is too hot to handle. You walk to the door to lock it, just in case Scott walks in again, and as he hear the door click, he smiles knowing exactly what this is.

You stand beside him, grabbing his hardon in your hand and strokes it, all while looking at the mirror for his reaction. You caught him off guard when you knelt, pulling down his boxers as you go.

You kissed the head and it twitched. Sliding your tongue against skin as he groans and moans.   You can taste his precum and finally take him all in in your mouth.

"Oh sweet Lord..." He looks down on you as you bob your head up and down, taking further and further inside your mouth.

"Come up here." He said after a few seconds and pulls you up the vanity. You're not wearing anything except for his shirt and your black lace panties. He slides the fabric to the side and his thumb played with your clit. Your backed onto the mirror and your breath becomes ragged. Chris can drive you crazy with his touch alone.

"I thought you were sore." He smiles as he plunges one finger inside you. You arch your back, looking for friction and then he kisses the inside of your thigh.

"Blame your beard and your hotness." You're surprised you can even form words as he put in another finger, curling it while his thumb continued to play with your bud.

"Oh, blame me?" He chuckles and reached for your face, kissing you hard while his fingers are still inside you. He pulls you to the edge of the vanity and removed his fingers, replacing it very quickly with his cock.

You gasp with pain and pleasure mixed together. You grab his hair and you kissed passionately as he pounded mercilessly against the bathroom counter. Your moans escape from your lips as he puts one of your nipples in his mouth, playing his tongue with it.

And as his pace grew faster, you knew your orgasm is just there in the corner. So you held onto his shoulders and arched your back.

"You're coming, aren't you?" His soft voice whispered in your ear and you knew he's coming undone too. His ragged breaths tells you that.

And as you cling to his neck and he's looking down at where you're connected like it's a masterpiece in front of his eyes. With one more thrust, you close your eyes and feel the orgasm overtake your body and dug your nails into his skin and you can hear him groan as he spills inside you.

You slowly open you eyes and see him looking at you, sweat on his forehead is dripping down his chin. He smiles at you and reached for the towel he just used on his face. He kissed you one more time before pulling out of you slowly. You can feel his seed trickles out of you, thankful he's already got a towel and wipes you clean. He kisses the inside of your thigh one more time, wiped his length and tossed the towel in the hamper. He helps you off the vanity and waited for you to wear your shirt.

"I need to attend an event tonight. I thought you can go ahead and join me."

"Baby..."

"I know what you're going to say but we'll be lowkey, okay? We can take separate cars and entrances, whatever you want, my love. I just want you to be there."

You sigh, knowing too well you can't say no to him. You roll your eyes and kissed him, this time more playful.

"Don't blame me if I went home wine drunk because I cannot hold a single conversation."

"Oh, you will be amazing. Stop it." He kissed you once again and stepped out of the room to prepare breakfast.

You pick up your phone from the night stand and messaged your boss you might not be able to come in tonight. You got all tasks done for her anyways. So when she replied "okay", you mentally prepare yourself for a breakdown at the end of this event.

Chris has ways of getting you everything you need, especially for an event and sometimes he can be too lavish. So you text his stylist not to bring anything that will catch attention. And of course, he's already eyeing you from making bacon and eggs.

"I hate when you do that." He says, his voice reduced to a whisper, too hurt.

"Babe..."

"Don't babe me." He says and went back to frying some bacon. You can't help but feel guilty about it but it's the only way you can at least peacefully enjoy this event. Aside from drinking too much wine.

You walk over to him and hug him from behind. You can feel his taut muscles as he flips his omelette in the pan. You look up at him and he's still angry about what you said to his stylist.

You pull out your bottom lip and gave your best puppy eyes.

"Will you forgive me?" He smiles just a bit and you knew he's already forgiven you.

"I just want to flaunt you, okay? I'm just so frustrated that I can't do that."

"I mean, not right now, Chris. I'm protecting both of us. And I'm not sure if —" You shouldn't have opened your mouth and now it's going to bite you back in the ass.

"Not sure if what, Y/N?" He was offended a few minutes ago but this time, he's angry.

"I didn't mean in that way. I just feel —"

"You didn't mean to insinuate that we're not going to last and you're not too sure if it's me you want in the long run?"

"Christopher..."

"You know what, it's okay. It's not like we haven't been together for almost two years now. It's not like I asked you to move in. And it's not like my mother and brother is already so attached to you. Nope, it's just nothing."

And then he walks out on you, stove still on and his omelette still in the pan. You turn off the stove and follow him to the bedroom but then you see him walk out towards the door, grabbed his pack of cigarettes and Dodger trailing behind him.

You feel so bad about how the conversation turned out. You just feel it's not the right time to tell the world. There's never a right time to tell social media. And he should've known it better than you do. But you will lie to yourself when you don't think he wasn't right about other things. You were so indecisive about things but one thing you're very sure of is you love him with all of you and that's fucking scary.

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As you fix up yourself for the event and as his stylist, Ili, who's a very good friend of yours too, arrived a few minutes ago. Chris never talked to you again or peek in just to say hello. He's still very angry at you most definitely. You wished he could've made you explain what you meant but then you can't really know how he would react.

Ili compliments the dress that you chose for the night. Just a subtle emerald green sequin dress to match the events theme of casino. Not too long and not too short, just right for your taste. And Ili gets you and goes to lengths just to make you look good and feel okay even if you aren't in front of the camera. You will just probably sit in a corner and drink half of the wine.

The hair and make up artist that came in with Ili asked you if you wanted your hair up or down so you say just messy bun will do. And as the minutes went by, you still wish Chris would peek and tell you one hilarious thing because you're almost close to have a panic attack. It's those rare moments you overthink and getting over in your head. When the stylist and MUA left early to the event, you'd expect you and Chris to be in the same car but no, that wasn't the case. That just intensified your anxiety and you're so close to not showing up at this.

When you arrived, you can already see Chris in the red carpet, smiling for the camera, signing autographs and making small talks to the people around him. You wish you can be that warm towards people but you might just be a stammering mess.

You pick up a glass of wine from the roaming waiter and downed it in a few seconds. Ili waves at you from the corner and you want to just curl up in a ball and hide. That's when the event started with ribbon cutting, some speeches and all that. The old boring stuff.

"Chris Evans is so fucking hot." You overhear someone saying from the other table. You look back and there's a group of three girls giggling and whispering about your boyfriend. You should be used to it by now because somehow every corner of the planet, he's a household name. And you agree, he is insanely hot.

"Just imagine him backing you into a wall and fucking you senseless." The blonde says while eyeing Chris from afar.

"We did that, actually. All the time." You think but you don't say.

Another girl whispered and giggled, complete inaudible so you have no idea what she just said.

"I know you won't probably believe me but we actually hooked up a couple of weeks ago. While he's out in about in downtown LA." You whip your head back after hearing what the blonde said. You know most of the time, people make up stories about meeting Chris or worse enough, having sex with him.

But then she showed her phone to the girl in front of her and you had a good look at her screen. You’re pretty sure those are Chris' pictures and his IG account, verified with a blue check.

You don't even know how to feel, you just feel your body heating up and your hands shaking. And you have to stand your ground or else you’ll make a huge mess of this party. The blonde continued on telling how they met or how they did it. And it's getting to your head. You must've already drank a whole bottle of wine or more with how often you exchange your empty glass to a full one. If they can just fill the glass to the brim, you would prefer that.

"And oh God, his tongue." The other girls oohed and gasped, giggled and continued with their banter.

You close your eyes and wished you would disappear and just be eaten by the ground whole. You looked for your purse and it's just when you noticed it's missing. You must have left it in the car. That's when the panic sets in. You feel you have nothing to hold on to. Your hand shakes, your vision blurs and you have difficulty breathing.

A warm hand rubs your back and you had no time to look back and to know who it is. You're too consumed by your panic attack.

"Oh, hi, Chris!" The girls from the other table say and you realize it's Chris by your side. But you don't know if he responded or not. Or if he smiled at the blonde girl or if he recognized her.

"Baby, are you okay?" He say, removing the stray strand of hair on my face and caressing your neck. What the fuck is he doing? The media will feast on this in just a few seconds.

But you clung to him because he's the only thing you would want around.

"Y/N, can you hear me? Baby?" He says to your ear and kisses your temple and you look up at him and suddenly everything felt safe. His hands are on you again, his hand snaking over your middle and your breath calms.

"I'm fine." You say even your breath shakes.

And as you drank the remaining wine in your glass, you look at the table beside you and the look on their faces seem like they've seen a ghost. You weakly smiled at them and Chris waved and gave a small smile before he escorts you to the back. People are watching and in no time this will be the top trending in every social media.

Chris helped you getting in his car and security let you off the hook and didn’t disturb you anymore. When you're both alone in the unmoving car, you confront him.

"Do you know that blonde girl from the other table?" Your voice shakes and you can't help but feel so hurt but you needed to hear it from him.

"Who?" He looks at you, confused.

"Don't lie to me, Chris. I know it when you lie. Who is that girl?"

"I haven't seen her in my life. Why are you so angry?"

You tried calming yourself but her words keep coming back in your head like a fucking echo.

"She said you two hooked up a few weeks ago. I saw your conversation on Instagram. I saw the pictures you sent her."

"Babe, please don't tell me you believed all of that."

"Just tell me, Chris!"

"Tell you what? That I cheated on you? With a person I have never seen ever in my life? A few weeks ago we just moved in together, remember? We're too busy buying furniture or too busy fucking each other so how come you believe all this shit right now. That's so rich coming from you."

You break down and silently sob as he looked outside. This is by far the worst fight you ever had and you don't know how to fix it.

"I'm sorry. I got scared, okay?"

He sighs and looks at you, pulling out his white handkerchief and wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Why are you so scared, baby? I'm here. I'm going nowhere."

You throw your arms around him and think how lucky you are. Thankful the car windows are heavily tinted, you kissed him passionately and he's doing the same. Now your arms are all over one another. Half of your dress is already off your body and he's sitting with his zipper down, hard and wanting down there.

"I just don't want to lose you. Ever."

"I love you too much to run away. I can't lose you, ever."

And as your bodies become one in the most uncommon of places, he just said something you'd never expect.

"Marry me, Y/N."

"What?" You're shocked and turned on at the same time as he thrusts into you deeper and deeper.

"Have babies with me. Wake me up giving me head or pancakes will do. Just stay with me. As long as we both shall live."

As you ride your orgasm, you scream "Yes!" over and over again and you look down and see Chris grinning from ear to ear.

"That's probably the worst proposal ever." You roll your eyes and tease him.

"I realized I practiced that in my head over and over again but it was totally worth it when I did it while I'm inside you."

"Perv."

"Forever, your perv."

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #mine #khael.txt

[valentina-writes]

Craving

A/N: Sorry, that I haven't posted in quite a while! I was lacking motivation a little bit and had a ton of other stuff to do. This one here was not requested, but the idea for it was stuck in my head for a couple days now and I couldn't concentrate on writing anything else. I will probably write some of the open requests soon.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: light smut (only a few paragraphs)

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„Come on, Y/N, we‘re waiting for you!”. Cassian’s voice is calling out to you from the dance floor. Behind him, you spot Mor, looking seriously offended you’re leaving her alone and instead sitting in a corner of Rita’s with a not even half-finished drink in your hand. Rhys and Feyre must be here somewhere too.

Even Azriel is on the dance floor, a rare sight. You can’t help but stare at him, the way his wings glow faintly in the glimmering lights of the club. His body that moves so flawlessly to the rhythm, so unlike the movements you are used to see him perform when training.

Fingers entangled in your hair, the hot feeling of his lips on yours. His voice in your ear, telling you he would take you slowly.

You shake your head as if to get rid of the memory, but still blush as Azriel’s gaze meets yours for a second.

“I’m sorry guys, but I don’t feel like dancing today”, you excuse yourself. That being said, you set down your glass and quickly escape out into the night.

Inhaling the cold air slowly, you try to calm down. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself, that you can’t seem to get over him. That you start thinking in an inappropriate way as soon as your eyes meet.

His lips met your neck, kissing and sucking on it. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your body begging for him to come closer. As his kisses travel downward you cannot help but moan out his name.

“Y/N is everything okay?”, Mor calls out to you. The fantasy in your head is gone, leaving you restless, yearning for him.

“Yes, I’m fine”, you say, not looking up.

“No, you’re not and you know that”. She’s close enough to see your face now. “What’s wrong?”, she asks. Her eyes soften as she hugs you. Mor must have seen your despair.

“I- it’s nothing, really”. At her strict look, you wince a little bit. You want to tell her. But it’s just so embarrassing.

“I had sex. With Azriel”, you start over, taking a deep breath. But before you can continue, she exclaims: “By the Mother, that’s awesome! When? Why didn’t you tell me?”.

A tear builds up in your eye and before you know it, you’re crying into her shoulder.

“It- it… it was a couple years ago”, you finally manage to say. By now all you can really feel is embarrassment. “And it’s not awesome. Well, it was. But-“. You start sobbing again.

“It was a one-night stand. He… acts as if nothing ever happened, but I can’t stop thinking about it and whenever he looks at me, I-“. You stop talking. It sounds absolutely idiotic, even to you.

But Mor doesn’t look bewildered. Instead, she hugs you even tighter, rubbing your back slightly.

“What happens then, sweetie?”, she asks.

Sighing, you gulp down your embarrassment: “I miss him. A lot. He’s still there, of course. But afterwards he stopped talking to me the way he did before. We’re not as close anymore. And above all I not only miss our friendship …”, your cheeks heat up again, “Since him I’ve never had sex THAT good again, so I stopped having any altogether. And now I’m not only missing him and kind of into him, I’m also sexually frustrated and lonely”.

You did have sex with other males in the succeeding weeks. But none of them had been able to give you the same feeling he did. That indescribable feeling of closure and … being loved. Even though he most likely didn’t love you, because it took him a month to even look at you again.

Mor’s face is a mix of amusement and empathy: “Like… no sex in years? For a guy who fucked you so good but then what? Ignored you? Even though there was this feeling that nobody else could give you?”. You nod, and she actually starts laughing. “Honey, if you weren’t that sad it would be hilarious, because it sure as hell sounds like he’s your mate”.

Your entire world shifts in that moment.

Your sweaty bodies are tangled in his sheets, gasping for air. Azriel’s shadows swirling around you, purring in your ears. With his final thrust, the world around you seems to fade away. There’s just him and you, for a second you don’t even know where his body ends and yours begins anymore.

Shocked, you look at her. “I… that kind of makes sense? But he would’ve talked to me then, wouldn’t he? I … I’m so confused right now”.

Your thoughts are running wild. Was this the reason he ignored you? Because he was overwhelmed? Was he waiting for you to make the first step? Or… Or was he not interested in the bond and wanted to reject it?

“Y/N? Mor? Is everything alright? Rhys told me to look after you, you’ve been gone for quite a while now”. You quickly wipe away your tears at Azriel’s voice. What should you tell him?

Mor winks at you, already making her way back towards the entrance: “Everything alright, shadowsinger. You might want to stay and talk to Y/N for a second though”.

And just like that, Mor vanishes, leaving me alone with Azriel. His wings are slightly shuffling behind his back and his gaze on me looks worried.

“So, uhm what did Mor mean?”. His shadows are coiling closely around his arms, showing how uncomfortable he is.

You inhale slowly, making sense of your thoughts. You find no good solution, so you just decide to start at the beginning.

“A couple of years ago we… after a celebration for you when you came home from a mission we had sex. Do you remember?”. It was almost painful to say this while watching him. Not only was the atmosphere incredibly tense, but also the possibility of him actually having forgotten about it made you sad.

He frowned a little, “I do remember, Y/N. Quite well, actually. But I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me”. For a second, you believe to see a certain hunger in his eyes. An expression you had only seen once on him before.

Nodding, you continue, “There was this… this feeling back then. Something I’ve never felt before. And nobody else has been able to make me feel the same way. I told Mor about it…”

You can’t finish your sentence, he cuts in sharply, “Why are you telling Mor this after years?”. And to himself, almost inaudible, he murmurs, “Don’t think about the other males”. The anger on his face is devastating.

You are absolutely terrified, but know you have to tell him. So, you muster up all of your courage and speek the words aloud that had been on your mind ever since, “Because I am in love with you. Because I don’t know what I should do about this, as you’re so distant all the time. And I cannot take this anymore, I miss you. I hate seeing you with other females. When I can’t fall asleep I think about this connection I felt that night”.

The pure shock on his face quickly gives way to a broad smile. “And what Mor meant is that… when I talked to her and described that feeling to her, she said we are most probably mates”. The last word is purely a whisper hanging in the air between you two. Mates.

And then, without hesitation, he begins to talk. “The first time I felt the bond was about two weeks before that night, when I said goodbye to you before that mission. It was so painful to leave you behind…”

“Hold up, you knew of the bond?”, you question him. Guilt creeps upon his face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you ignore me for weeks after we had sex? Do you know what this did to me? All these years and you didn’t bother to just talk to me?”. Hot tears again spill over your cheeks.

He comes closer, as to wipe your tears away, but you back away.

“Y/N, I thought you didn’t want the bond. That you rejected it. Or worse, that it was only one-sided, because I couldn’t feel you across it. Rhys told me that the safest way to know was to just sleep with you, because then the bond normally clears up, but it didn’t work. At least I thought so”. The look on his face is pleading, but still, all you feel is anger and loneliness.

“So you only slept with me because Rhys told you so?”.

“No! I did it, because I love you and wanted you, truly. I still wished that the mating bond would reveal itself. And when I thought that it hadn’t worked, I couldn’t bear to be around you. I was so angry at the Cauldron, because I felt unworthy. Again. Imagine being in my situation. Having a mate, but the bond not working completely, the other person unaware of what’s going on! I did what I had to do to protect myself”.

The vulnerability in his statement catches you absolutely off guard. A small smile formed on your face, as you walk a few steps towards him.

“Maybe we weren’t ready back then. Maybe it kept us waiting, because it knew we would need the time to work things out”, you suggest, closing the distance between you and him.

His eyes twinkle in the starlight, as he lowers his head, “Well, there’s only one way of finding out”, he says as he cradles your head in his hands. Slowly, he comes closer and closer, until you can’t endure the tension anymore and slam your lips on his.

His lips are velvet on yours, only intensifying the kiss after a few seconds. He holds himself back, almost painfully so. But you are yearning for him, for his touch. And as you licked his lower lip and he grants you access to his mouth, you felt it again. The euphoria racing through your veins. And as you kept kissing, it was as if a fog lifts itself and all of a sudden you can feel him, not only against your body, but also against your soul, interlocking with it.

He must have felt the same thing, as we both gasp for air almost at the same time. Azriel’s mouth twists into a smile as he kisses me again. His wings are now wrapped around you, obscuring you from any passers-by.

“I’ve waited 500 years to find you, my mate”, he says. The word echoing through me. Mate. Mate. Mate. You still can’t believe this is actually happening, as you send a wave of love across the bond. “But I would have waited 500 more for you. For this moment alone”.

At this, you kiss him again, unable to express your emotions any other way. “Let’s end this journey how we began it, shall we? With me in your bed”.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: Thank you for your positive response to this one! I hope you enjoy what I have in store.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.

You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.

Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.

You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.

An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”

“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just… taking a break.”

“You working?”

“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”

“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.

“Four but I… maybe another day.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”

“Oh?”

“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”

“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.

“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”

“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”

“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”

“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”

“You, too,” you said and the line died.

You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.

You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.

🎨

You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.

When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.

“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.

You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.

“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.

“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”

“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”

“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”

He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.

“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”

“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”

“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.

“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”

“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”

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As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.

“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”

“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”

“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”

“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.

“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”

You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.

“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”

“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.

“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”

“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”

“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.

“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”

“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”

“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”

“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.

“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”

“I… thanks,” you murmured.

“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”

“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”

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When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?

Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.

Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”

“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”

“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”

You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.

“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”

“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.

“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”

“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”

“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.

He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.

“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”

You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.

“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”

Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.

“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”

“What about you?” Marcus asked.

“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”

“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”

Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”

He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.

Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”

“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”

Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.

You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”

“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”

“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”

“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”

“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table. 

There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.

His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.

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[hanazuma-inactive]

Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

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you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

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