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leaentries · 9 months

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Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

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romiantic · 8 months

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HEART BEATING PINK !

atsv characters crushing on barbie!reader

→ INCLUDING earth 1610!miles, gwen, nerd!miguel

→ READING: barbie-coded!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + mentions of anxiety and insecurity in gwen’s part

→ A/N: this is part of my 3k barbie party ! sorry I’ve been lacking on writing, my energy hasn’t been the best :(. also miguel a college student in this !

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— being best friends with miles is quite an adventure, probably because he’s spiderman and you’re his non-spider person assistant sidekick. you two have grown up being next door neighbors and it doesn’t help that your moms have been best friends since the morales moved in

— the first few days of the move in, miles wasn’t really shy and encouraged the both of you to play together. he showed you his hot wheels and action figures while you showed him your dolls. as the both of you were playing, miles noticed how very pink your room was; the pink bed set, pink dresser, all your dolls dressed up in pink and white dresses, a lot of pink pajamas, just a very pink room for a small girl but he didn’t mind. however, miles did tease you a bit on having such a pink room

— the both of you had so much fun playing with each other's toys and creating funny scenarios as time passed, until mile’s mom interrupted the both of you and said it was mile’s bedtime. the both of you didn’t want miles to leave but he had to, sadly. as he was leaving, you gave him a pink sticker and made him pinky promise to come again to play, and he never broke that promise

— now years later, miles is drawing another sketch of you in his sketch pad, his favorite photo of you but the background is pink. the infamous picture of you and miles being rained on at coney island, but you looked so happy and miles didn’t mind the rain so yall just went with it, dancing and goofing around until rio yelled at you two to take shelter

— that day might have been the day miles realized he had a crush on his best friend. watching you dance around in the gloomy sky with happiness on display, and with no worry shown on your face, made mile’s wish to see that every day. actually, he wanted to be the cause of that happiness, he longed for seeing that sort of happiness from you every day until the end of time

— but as months and years go by, mile’s feelings grow stronger and his heart wishes that he would confess how he felt about you. but instead, he draws it; he draws the two of you sitting at the park, small drawings of your best smiles, drawings of when you’re mad, he draws the two of you swinging around new york with your fake spider suits on, and he draws a potential spider kiss scene. any and everything that makes mile’s heart race a thousand miles per minute, he draws it

— every page of his sketchbook has a small drawing of you him with y’all initials at the bottom <3

— his favorite drawing will always be of you two on the rooftop, laying down on a blanket as you were stargazing and he confesses that he’s spiderman. it wasn’t an easy task, you were mad at him for lying and keeping this hidden but you also sympathized with him carrying that weight of being new york’s favorite hero

— so instead of confession, there is only drawings of y/n l/n, her favorite color pink, and little hearts as different sides of her are sketched away. but miles doesn’t, well sort of, cause he refuses to tamper his friendship with you over a crush. it sucks but that’s the decision he’ll make until he grows the courage to ask you on a date

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— he is brains and he is brauns, but when it comes to his emotions, miguel is distressed and face is growing hot like a sauna

— it doesn’t help that his classmate is the reason for all this as well, y/n, everyone’s favorite person who always has a sort of pink on her person. she’s bubbly, kind, and very smart, not many can speak badly of them cause they treat everyone like the person is their best friend. boys and girls either wanna befriend them or fall in love with them, and miguel o’hara is surely on that list

— miguel always adored the way you spoke with such confidence, rarely stutters in your speech, doesn’t mind lending a helping hand, you were like a blessing from the heavens above. a blessing that he would wish is his and his only, oh he wished to surround himself with you all day and all night

— he would get flushed at the way you praised his work in class or how you’d give small compliments to his features, calling him handsome whenever you two passed by on campus and how his teeth are so perfect and fascinating. his face would be painted a deep red as he gives a thank you with a gentle smile

— it doesn’t help that miguel can barely focus on his studies when all he can think about is the person with a beauty that could make the angels sing and a soul crafted perfectly by God Himself. while trying to figure out a formula for his next physics exam, all he can think of is kissing you, hugging you, making you laugh with bad physics jokes, going on dates, how you would look in his clothes, how your name would sound with his last name, and the cute family you two could have…yeah miguel is in too deep

— but he should’ve known after you spent some time in his apartment for a physics project. one day specifically, you were in the middle of trying to figure out this formula your professor sent you two for the project but you could not get it, nothing could help, not even miguel himself. you tried everything that you can find in your textbooks but became frustrated and broke down in tears, your rarely-used reaction to a difficult assignment

— you tried to hide your face from miguel but instead, he allowed you to lean into his arms and continued crying until you became sleepy. you wiped any remaining tears and apologized to miguel. he did nothing but smile, assure you that it was alright to cry, and that you can cry to him any time, any day. in reality, he fell deeper as he watched you become vulnerable and found safety in his arms as you cried, a piece of you that he wishes to hold and cherish

— ever since that day, miguel wishes and hopes of becoming your lover as time passes and you two grow closer

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— falling for the new recruit at spider society wasn’t something gwen didn’t expect at all. In fact, she thought they would rather be more associates than friends, possibly even lovers. but falling for the new spider person with blonde and pink locs and a pink spider suit? definitely not

— but she was wrong the second you introduced yourself and complimented her suit, some sort of emotion grew but she couldn’t figure out what it is. was it anxiousness, nervous, flustered? what could it possibly be?

— she ranted to hobie about the new spider person and he was no help, instead of advice he said teased about gwen’s “crush” on you. which gwen constantly denied but hobie refused to believe it and pavitr made it no better

— you were partnered up on a missions with her and that made everything worse for gwen and this mysterious feeling. gwen found you incredible while you were fighting bad guys and the fact that you still looked perfect after brutal battles made gwen fall deeper

— some days of no crimes and just patrolling, you two would sit on top of a building and watch the city pass with its luminous billboard signs of ads, top artists, and fast food displays. you two would play a game of “I Spy” to make time pass, a mundane game but it was fun as the clues became more difficult

— some days you two would just sit and rant on about life, gwen was shocked that your life isn’t what it seems, no matter how positive you try to be and you comforted her as she talked about her friend miles. she feels regret for not seeing him and feels like she did a terrible job at being his friend. you continued to listen until the streetlights came on, also making gwen realize how your skin radiates in the moonlight. she studied the way your face softened as she was talking, the way your blonde and pink locs made your skin color stand out more, and how your pink suit made you look so much like a barbie doll. well, a spider doll I should say

— instead of talking, gwen wanted to kiss you and lay in your arms, she wanted to embrace your beauty and soul until time separates you both. the mysterious feeling grew more and more as missions continued on and you opened up more sides to her as she did to you. She realized that you’re human and far from perfect, but she didn’t mind

— but also her nerves messed with her as questions started to arise in her head. “do they like me back? am I worthy of having another friend? Would they still like me if they found out about peter? do I deserve to be loved and cared for?” but gwen pushed them and showed no sign of them as you spent time with her

— days where she’s walking mindlessly around new york, she finds herself thinking about you, everything about you. from your soft smile to your alluring personality, how intelligent and critical you can be in certain situations, to your great obsession with pink, any and everything of y/n <3

⭑ EEEEEK NEW WORK, pretty satisfied how this turned out :)

⭑ lemme know which one was y’all favorite and send me requests for more !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 Corinthians 13:13

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

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janetsboys · 2 years

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Can you do a Carl x Rhee reader when the reader gives birth? ( And by chance can the baby be a boy☺️)

The moment

A/N: i really love this + i didn’t have ideas anymore so requests are very well appreciated, i hope you will like it <33 (that was hard to write i hope i portrayed it good😭🫶🏻)

warnings: emotional stuff, giving birth so blood mentioned etc, mentioning of grief (pretty much fluff)

summary: Rhee!reader is carl’s girlfriend and she’s giving birth at the hilltop. fem!reader is glenn and maggie’s adoptive daughter. this happens during season 7 i don’t know when exactly ;)

english is not my first language ;)

You knew you were due for this month and you prepared yourself, you talked a lot about this with your mom who’s also pregnant, ironic isn’t it?

These lasts months were really tough, you had lost your dad, you had a lot of pressure on your shoulders because you had to keep the baby safe with the saviors around you.

A whole war could start at any moment and you were in the middle of that, pregnant as hell with a really really worried boyfriend.

That was a huge problem too, Carl was with you the whole pregnancy, trying to reassure you but he was in fact the most anxious man in the world at that moment.

He got on runs with your dad to get baby products months before you gave birth, he found books about pregnancy risks, some were really worrying so you begged him to stop reading this because it would end badly.

But he still was the most supportive person, always here to help, your mom confessed to you that he had a long talk with her about the situation, that he was very scared.

Maggie was there to help Lori giving birth to Judith, that was really traumatizing for both of them but it made them closer so he wasn’t scared of talking about it with her. Plus she was also pregnant.

You had symptoms telling you that you were going to give birth soon enough. You got all your stuff to the hilltop, you made multiple visits with the doctor Carson, he told you you could start going into labor at any time. When he said that you felt Carl squeezing your hand without even noticing he did.

He looked so focused on what Carson said, you rubbed his hand with your thumb, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy.

That day, you had really bad contractions so Rick, Michonne and Carl all left Alexandria to take you safely to the Hilltop.

“Y/N, are you okay?” you heard your mom coming out of nowhere when you entered the Hilltop.

“I’m fine” you responded, a hand on your stomach.

“We think she might start to go into labor.” Rick calmly said, holding Michonne’s hand.

Maggie gave you a comforting smile before taking you and Carl to the doctor Carson after telling Rick and Michonne that she got this and they could leave if they had things to do at Alexandria.

Michonne quickly kissed your cheek and Carl’s, Rick gave y’all a reassuring hugs and then they left, scared that Negan could come at Alexandria at any moment.

Everything was pretty slow and even if you were stressed, people around you were so relaxed and acting like this happened everyday that you calmed down.

“How are you miss Rhee?” the doctor asked, “In huge pain but okay.” you laughed, feeling like you got struck by lightning for the 50th time of the morning.

You were laying on the sort of hospital bed, Carl sitting next to you, you felt you were really close to the moment. Carl was very silent, he didn’t want to stress you even more.

Carson made many tests to confirm you would literally give birth today, your cervix was dilated.

You already knew you would have to do this naturally, they didn’t have the equipment for a c-section or an epidural. They also couldn’t give you pain management. You really have to man up for this.

It started hurting more and more, but you had to stay like this for 4 hours, you were sweating and everything, your mom was waiting alone outside, she wouldn’t leave for a second in case the doctor or you would need her.

“Hey, mags, how is it going in there?” Sasha asked, approaching your mom.

“Hi, i don’t really know, i hope she’s okay, i’ve only heard little pain screams so far…The doctor left the room 30 minutes ago he told me to not worry too much. And that she was in good health, and the baby was in a great position.”

“Ugh, you look tired. You should go rest a bit, that can last for a really long time.” “Yeah i know, it’s already been 4 hours and a half. I wanna wait here until i’m sure she’s alright.” Maggie said, resting her head on Sasha’s shoulder.

“You’re a really great mom, you know that?” Sasha said laughing. “Thank you, i’m trying my best!” Maggie answered, closing her eyes.

Sasha rubbed Maggie’s hand “God i wish Glenn was there, it’s so hard to do this without him.” she sighed, tearing up a bit. “I know, i know…” Sasha replied, also closing her eyes.

At the same moment, you still had huge contractions, Carl was caressing your forehead, “It’s gonna be okay.” he tried to comfort you but at that moment, the pain was so big you couldn’t even hear him.

“Ugh, i’m dead serious Carl, we’re never having sex again” you angrily said, looking at him. He had the audacity of laughing then kissed your forehead “We’ll see that later, for now you’re pushing a whole human being out of your vagina, Y/N, i think it’s a bit too late for regrets!”

The doctor came back in the room at that moment, he checked on you and encouraged you to start pushing right now. That’s when you got scared, the baby was going to arrive in maybe two hours, or eight hours you can’t know before it’s here.

After long minutes, you started to feel the baby starting to come out as you were moaning in pain, destroying Carl’s hand by squeezing it like a stressball, you had instructions to take deep breaths, you obviously cried all the tears of your body.

You had flashbacks of all those give birth training when you were laying on the floor, legs opened and breathing like an animal to prepare yourself for this moment. But you couldn’t imagine it would be so painful and uncomfortable.

Carson was looking down there to finally start seeing the baby start to show up. “Okay keep going, keep going Y/N.” he encouraged you as you screamed so loud you almost lost your voice.

You never had that amount of physical pain in your whole life, you cursed a lot of course, then after a really long day, you felt like you ran two hundred marathons and got stabbed fifty times in your vagina, but the baby finally came out entirely.

Carson immediately cut the cordon off, then the baby started crying, you let out a huge relieved sigh with lots of tears because this meant the baby was okay and breathing by it’s own.

He quickly washed off the blood on your baby then wrapped it around a little warm cover. He gently gave it to you, “And here’s your son.” you started sobbing as you felt his little body against your chest, you learnt at the same time that it was a baby boy.

As soon as you saw him you knew your dad sent that baby from heaven just for you, Carl put his hand on the baby’s back, you’ve never seen your boyfriend crying of happiness like this, he seemed so overwhelmed.

He looked at the doctor “It’s- it’s a boy?”, Carson nodded as Carl smiled at him, tears rolling down his eyes “Congratulations.” He left the room to let you in your intimacy.

For the first few minutes, you guys didn’t say a word, the room was completely silent. You felt your son’s heartbeat and caressed his hair (of course you had a hairy baby just like everyone predicted when you announced your pregnancy).

After that really sweet moment, you got a little bit up to pass the baby to his daddy of course.

They finally met, the baby that made Carl crazily stressed out for 9 whole months was in his arms.

He looked at his son with simply fascinated eyes, it felt unreal to him, that baby was an angel, he couldn’t realize it was his own son.

He started sobbing, letting out all his worries, the bad memories of his mother giving birth in terrible conditions, his mom that had to sacrifice herself for his little sister, that image was finally replaced by the love of his life giving birth in a beautiful way.

Carl couldn’t leave his eye of his son, he was mesmerized by this sleepy little human. He never imagined feeling like this, loving someone you don’t even know yet, someone you literally created feels so surreal.

He was so close to his son during the pregnancy, always touching your belly, talking to him, trying to hear his heartbeat, he needed this proximity with him and now that he’s there, he doesn’t know how to act. He wants to hug him forever and protect him against anything. Carl could die right now for this baby.

“You’re the cutest little man ever.” he sobbed letting these words out.

You were watching him in tears, you remember how scared you were of announcing your pregnancy to Carl, now you see how happy you made him, how much he loves you. You’re just starting a family with the person you love the most.

After everything y’all have been through, you finally get this peaceful moment, you can finally see Carl get the family he always dreamed of, you in your hospital bed watching your boyfriend holding your tiny son in his arms.

“He’s got your hair, Carl.” you bursted into laughing as Carl started to laugh and cry at the same time. “Oh shut up!” he couldn’t even see anything because of the amount of water in his eye.

“That’s it, he’s there!” Carson smiled to Maggie and Sasha, Maggie stood up with a worried face and teary eyes. “It’s a boy? She’s okay?” she frenetically asked as Sasha was rubbing her back. “She’s perfectly fine and their son is too.” he answered winking at your mother.

She let go tears before turning around, Sasha took her in her arms so gently.

You got a whole night and day of resting after this, you had a lot of pain and work so you were really weak after giving birth. You took a long time to stay with Carl and your son before you fell asleep against Carl’s caresses as he told you you don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of your son while you’re resting.

You woke up and took a shower even though it was hard to walk and you had to wear some sort of baby diapers because of the blood coming out after giving birth.

You came back to the room and sat back down into your bed “I wasn’t joking when i said we’re never having sex again, do you know how much that hurts?” you said looking at Carl feeding the baby. “I assure you we’re still having sex just- with a condom on. But, imagine if we would’ve been intelligent persons, we wouldn’t have the cutest baby ever.“

He said with a sassy tone. “And, maybe we should finally give him a name, now he’s opened his blue eyes, tomorrow he’s gonna start walking!” he said jokingly.

“The tradition likes the first boy born to be named after one of his grandpas.” you answered looking at your son, with kinda sad eyes.

“We’re certainly not naming him Rick. That baby looks like a Glenn to me.” when Carl said this smiling, you felt your heart shattering. You lost your dad not long ago and this was just the right thing to do to heal your heart.

“Do you like it?” Carl obviously noticed you crying, he lied down the baby on his bed to come hug you and wipe off your tears.

An hour later, Maggie came to visit y’all in your room. Carson had made a little sign with a tigre drawing where it was written “Glenn Grimes” with a little angel drawn next to his name.

Maggie ran to you and kissed your forehead “How are you guys?” she emotionally asked before walking to Carl to give him a huge hug. “We’re more than good.” He said rubbing her back to reassure her.

“Look at your grandson, mom.” she walked to his carriage and you saw the look on her face when she read his name.

It didn’t fail to make her start crying, “I’m so thankful to have you.” she struggled to say as she walked to you to hug you. “I love you so much.” she whispered. “I love you so much mom. You should take him in your arms.” you said kissing her cheek.

As she was holding her grandson for the first time, Rick and Michonne entered the room. You saw Michonne’s mouth wide opened when she saw the baby in Maggie’s arms, they both stopped walking out of shock.

You heard a “Dear god” from Michonne and saw a smile on Rick’s face.

They both came to you to give you a kiss and congratulations. Rick ran to Carl to hug him and congratulate him too, Maggie looked at Rick smiling and passed him your son “And here’s Glenn Grimes in his grandpa’s arms” when Maggie said this, Rick’s face lightened, tears formed in his eyes, he looked at the newborn with pure love.

Michonne was looking at them, holding Carl, rubbing his back, trying to contain her own tears.

Rick turned to her “Come hold your grandson.”

Carl winked to her and she walked to Rick, “Hello little Glenn junior.” that’s when she lost it and started crying. You knew this would end up with everyone crying but you were so happy.

Carl came to sit with you as all the very young grandparents were fascinated by Glenn jr.

“You gave birth to an angel, Y/N” he said, holding you tightly against him, stroking your hair and kissing your temple. You closed your eyes, against his chest. You sent all your love to your dad. You truly believe this is all thanks to him.

You’re devastated that he will never meet his grandson, you know he would’ve loved him so much. He was the first one you told about your pregnancy and he was the happiest for you.

“Dad would’ve loved that angel.” you say with a little voice. “I’m glad your dad is his guardian angel. He’s watching him very closely Y/N.” Carl’s voice went straight to your heart. You know your dad will always be there for your son.

“I’m sure your mom is also going to watch over him.” you respond. Carl kissed you softly, thinking about how his mom would’ve been so proud of him.

“I can’t wait for people at Alexandria to meet him.” you told your boyfriend. “I can’t wait to see Judith. She’s gonna be so excited.” he says giggling about this thought.

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Peppermint Mocha

. Synopsis - After striking it gold you end up becoming Nami’s assistant. Well, it turns out there are a lot of perks for “working for her”.

. Warnings - 18+, cursing, public sex, power advantages, body fluids, mentions of poverty and wealth

. A/n - First part of my OP series. Thank you for reading Luffy and a Nami Drabble are next! Please read them in order or you’ll be incredibly confused. There might be some grammar mistakes in here but idc.

“Peppermint mocha latte two extra sugars and two extra creams, light on the ice.” Take my card it’s half off on Wednesdays with the promo.” The card was already laid on her desk ready for you to take. This gave her more time to stay wrapped up in her phone. She the social media manager was probably looking for new trends.

You wanted so desperately to say Hi to her. Nami Swan one of your idols was right in front of you! She must’ve got you mixed up with someone else. But you happily marched down to the Dunkin in the building lobby and received her order.

You walked through the vast hallways and you were almost back to her secluded office. Then a woman rushed out of the door in front of you. In her hands was a box full of office supplies. She dropped a ruler and you were quick to help her by picking it up.

“Thank you.” She smiled at you. “The janitors always were the nicest. I’m only sad to leave y’all,” she frowned. “Are you getting a new job,” you inquired. “Yes, I have no other choice. I can’t handle her anymore she’s crazy.” Can’t handle who?” It was your first day at the company and there was already trouble. “You’re a beautiful girl so soon you’ll understand.” But please before you go give this note to Swan.”

You took the note from her still concerned but it was too late to worry about it she went down the flash elevators and by now she would be lost. Not like you had any time to worry either Nami was still waiting. “Here you go ma’am just as you asked.”

You sat down the coffee and the note the mysterious woman wrote for you. “Thanks, Kalifa I need it since today’s a long ass day.” She sighed before finally looking up from the screen that captivated her. “Who are you and why are you in my office?” She looked you up and down wondering how she could even mistake you. “My bad sweetie I thought you were my assistant.”

“It’s okay no problem,” you smiled. “If I’m not mistaken she left you this letter.” You pointed to the letter you left on Nami’s desk. “The god-forsaken letters I’ve got 4 of this month,” She sighed.

She took a sip of her coffee while reading. “We’ll looks like I’m out of an assistant for the 4th time this year. That’s a record of mine,” she chuckled. Who in their right mind wouldn’t work for you?” Oh honey 24 others!” They always leave after realizing the extent of work that we do. They think it’s just sunshine and rainbows. Then the documents and endless coffee orders come.”

“And im stuck with no two weeks notice.” Wow I’m sorry about that Miss that is so unprofessional. If I worked here under you it would be a dream come true! Your eyes lit up at the thought. “But you do work here other wise you wouldn’t be in my office.”

“But I’m just a janitor that doesn’t count for much.” So you really want to work here huh,” She asked. “Yes it’s been a dream of mine forever I loved your guy's toys.” Well, you are already in my room now and I have no assistant.”

“Why don’t you just fill in until I can get another one?” But I’m not trained in that position I wouldn’t want to mess up.” Don’t worry about it I’ll teach you the ropes. Come on just say yes it’s more fun than cleaning after all these people who already have ocd anyways.” She finished up her coffee in between words giving you extra time to think about things.

“Yes,” you squealed. “Okay then let’s go back downstairs then. My coffee order is wrong.” Oh no, I’m sorry,” you frowned. “It wasn’t your fault it was those idiots downstairs.” Nami stood up towering past you into a door in the corner of her office. It opened up to a second lobby this one was empty and adorned with wooden statues.

“So pretty!” You marveled while feeling the handcrafted piece. “Franky made those he’s an expert carpenter.” Wow, the Frankie! He’s an icon I remember watching him on TV when I was younger.”

“How old are you sweetheart you say that like it was a while ago?” You arrived past all the wood displays and into a private elevator. It was small and only big enough to fit about 3 people. It felt even more suffocating with Nami so close to you.

Her perfume smelled nice like tangerine and tulips. “I’m 19 about to be 20,” you bragged. “Wow if only I was that young again,” Nami laughed. “Well, how old are you?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age,” she scoffed. “Sorry ma’am.” I’m only joking I’m 40 honey about to be 41,” she groaned. “You don’t look a day over 20,” you gasped. “Haha don’t flatter me,” she blushed. She walked out of the elevator after it landed on the first floor.

“It’s not flattery I’m serious,” you trailed after her. “Wow, we got here quick.” You were already approaching Dunkin. Nami speed walked ahead of you irritated about her coffee. “Camie.” She yelled out at a green-haired employee who was behind the counter. “How many times do I have to tell you liquid sugar.”

“I can’t even drink this without having to swirl it around because nothing dissolved.” You’re lucky I like you or I would fire you on the spot,” she spat. Nami had a temper on her that you didn’t want to cross. But she was hot when she was mad the way her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks turned red was probably the closest face to the one she would make while degrading you.

“Stop y/n,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” Nami asked. “Nothing!” You straightened up god you were gay! “Really you look a little funny,” she teased. “I’m fine!” Okay if you say so. You know what Y/n let’s just go I’m tired of coffee because a certain someone always gets my order wrong.”

You heard the other women working at the cafe laugh at Nami’s joke. The green-haired girl smiled too embarrassingly. “Where are we going, Ma’am.” You asked following after the sound of Nami’s pumps. You were too distracted by the gold carvings along the marble floor to look up. And by the time you did you bumped into someone.

“Are you alright honey?” You looked up to see no other than Nico Robin. “I-I I’m f-fine,” you blurted. “I’m sorry oh my god are you hurt anywhere?” I wouldn’t forgive myself if you were.” You checked for any scruffs on her.

“I’m sure she’s fine Y/n,” Nami interrupted. “Nami’s correct I received no damage,” Robin agreed. “That’s good,” you huffed. “Is this one of your friends Nami?” She’s my new assistant starting today! Isn’t she just lovely?”

“Yes at first I thought she was a janitor.” You looked down at yourself humiliated that you forgot to take off your uniform. “Yeah, it’s a new policy my employees can wear whatever they please.” You sure it’s new,” Robin interjected. “Before I could’ve sworn I saw one of them wearing vibrating panties.”

Nami scoffed crossing her arms. “While that’s her business I couldn't do anything to stop her.” You could if you were the one controlling them.” The whole time they bickered you stood there in between the two of them. “Ahem,” you coughed. “I thought we were gonna leave.”

“Oh yes let’s go Y/n maybe I’ll pick you up a pair of those panties since they’re a part of our uniform,” she smirked. Nami walked off and waved bye to Robin who gave you a warm smile back. “Eeek,” you squealed. “I just met Nico Robin!”

“I’m not getting the hype Y/n.” She’s one of the most important people in this company! She’s also one of the dreamiest,” you drooled. “I can’t disagree with those statements.” Nami rolled her eyes. You guys made it outside of the lobby now you stood waiting while she called for her car back from the valet.

Her driver opened up the door for you both and you hoped in the back after her. “Where going to the mall drop us off at the side entrance,” she instructed. The driver shook his head and started off. You looked out the window of the unfamiliar area. You had of course heard of the MerryGo corporation but you had never set foot around the boogie area.

Even with your Sunday best on people could still probably tell that you were an outsider. “Why did you want to work at our company Y/n?” Your guy's toys saved me when I was younger I want to spread that joy to other children.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Thanks, it was hard to find any work so I had to settle on being a janitor.” We are in high demand this year well at least you got promoted.” Yeah, I would’ve never expected this.”

“And another question. Are you a lesbian I got some vibes back when you talked about Robin?” You laughed at her randomness even though you could tell she was serious. “I’m sorry! It’s just that was sudden but no I’m Pansexual.” Oo so you like a bit everything,” she assumed.

“Yeah pretty much!” Why wouldn’t I when there’s so much beauty in the world.” Tittes,” she responded. You both chuckled as she gave no context. “And pussy,” she added. “Even though you gave nothing I understand.” Women really are top tier.”

After what felt like hours of talking about tits you arrived at the mall. “Let’s stop at Nordstrom first.” You walked over taking her purse to unburden her. “There’s no need for that.” I have to start acting like your assistant somehow.”

“I’ve done nothing so far.” Well then okay thanks for taking my bag those cross bodies do dig into your shoulder a bit.” I know that's why I use backpacks they’re immature but so cute.” Well, there’s some of them in Nordstrom maybe you’ll see something you like.”

“I hope so,” you cheered. You guys walked into the store a sales assistant quickly followed after the both of you. “Hello is there anything you’re looking for in specific today?” Yes, we need form-fitting button-down tops.” Okay, right this way!” You followed after the lady through rows and rows of mediocre clothing.

Nothing was catching your eye you had a peculiar style. A style-only thrift store with random selections would fuel. “What about this one Y/n? You can even wear it without a bra and it’ll still give you lift.” She held it up to your chest. “It’s cute.” You shifted around wanting to get out of the store.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right.” Her face dropped. “I’m sorry I just have a very different style from typical office wear.” Hmm okay, so what do you like?” You took this time to pull out your Pinterest. “If only I had an app like this when I was your age I would’ve saved so many fashion disasters.”

“There’s a store I think you’d like it is across the street, however.” I don’t mind walking.” You were so excited since Nami had great fashion taste. Her tight business set and tall pumps gave her such a sexy secretary look. “Look both ways before you cross the street.” She held out her arm which blocked you from walking further.

You must’ve been too busy staring at the way she strutted across the crosswalk because a car almost ended you. “Thank you I definitely was not paying attention.” God, please don’t tell me my assistant is an airhead.” I am not,” you pouted! You jogged across the remainder of the sidewalk.

You and Nami arrived at the boutique she was talking about. The display windows were filled with intra-quit blouses that spilled off the tall mannequin figure. “Wow, it’s perfect!” I knew you’d like it,” she smiled.

You walked in and explored like a child in a candy shop. “Y/n over here.” She called you to their formal wear section. “Pick up whatever you want I’ll be waiting in the dressing rooms for you,” she instructed. “Okay.” A sales clerk helped you further holding the large amount of shirts you picked up.

Finally, once you were done you moved everything over to the dressing room. “Wow this is like all those movies,” you giggled. “What do you mean? Nami looked at you confused. “Like the type of dressing room in movies. Where the bride finds the dress that’s the one.”

“Oh, I get it well welcome to luxury.” A woman stepped in with the both of you. “Hi I’m Perona I’ll be your seamstress for today.” Her cold hands ghosted over your arms spreading them out. You stood there for a couple minutes getting measured. You giggled every time she got too close you couldn’t help it.

The only time someone had been this close to you was when you got kissed. “You’re so sensitive Y/n,” Nami teased. “I finished measuring it’s time to try out what you picked.” I picked up so many Ms. Nami can you pick for me?” Sure how about that skirt with the ruffles.” Perona handed you the skirt. At first, you were nervous to undress in front of them but they assured you that they had seen it all before.

Luckily you had worn some decent panties today. “Cute panties I love the cherries,” Nami complimented. “Stop looking,” you blushed. She laughed a bit at your timidness. “You’re too cute sweetie now let’s see that skirt.”

It was a perfect fit but one thing bothered you. “It’s like a belt so cute,” Nami pointed out. It was so short your ass almost hung out. But after twirling around in the mirror you did realize you looked amazing.

“Is it too tight,” Perona asked? “No, it’s good.” I’m glad you’re such a cool boss Nami. Any other office place would fire me on the spot if I was wearing this.” There are pros to working for me,” she mentioned. Perona handed you some other skirts most of them being what Nami picked for you.

You realized one thing. She liked to see you in skin-tight leather. You even got a matching body suit and jacket set. “I look like a biker.” Your hands traced up the zippers that went from your bust to your ass. “It’s so hot in all this leather,” you groaned. Nami got up and started towards you. “That’s why you have these.” Her hands unzipped your body suit. The breeze immediately hit you sending goose bumps up your spine.

“Biker chics are the hottest,” she joked. “And so are businesswomen,” you blurted. Nami was right in front of you her hands ghosting your waist. “Wanna know who’s hotter than a biker chic?” Sure.” A naked one,” she admitted. “Why don't I help you strip down, she offered. Her legs rubbed together ever so slightly awaiting your response. “Come on let the girls breathe,” she smirked. “Can you do it for me my hands are broken all of a sudden.”

“Of course anything for you.” Her hand dragged down your stomach then it bunched up the remainder of the body suit. She pulled you closer to her so close that she could feel your rapid heartbeat. Your eyes darted anywhere but hers as she pulled your shirt up.

A hiss fell from your lips as both her hands wrapped around your shoulders to your back unloosing your bra strap revealing your tits on full display. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “I could take you right now if there wasn’t that woman and the ghost of nosy employees watching.”

“Ugh I hate pda,” Perona groaned as she walked in. “If you have enough money to buy all this you have enough money for a damn hotel.” She was right and Nami knew so too but she was Nami. “Shut up bitch I’ll give you 5 thousand right now if you give us some alone time.” She stepped out of the room accepting Nami’s offer.

“I need a taste of my new assistant.” Now you understood what Kalifa the frantic woman you met earlier was trying to relay to you. As soon as the door closed Nami began to palm at your tits. She massaged the soft mounds like they were freezing and needed to be warmed up despite how hot your body was becoming. You felt the need to strip from the other layer that held your heat. That being the panties she complimented earlier. A string of your wetness followed them to the floor.

Her leg that was adorned with her nylon stockings went in between your thighs rubbing against your drooling pussy. “This is the best day ever,” you moaned. Nami’s lips wrapped around yours silencing your excited pleas. The kiss was hot and intoxicating enough for you to not realize that she backed you against the wall. You were sure to smudge the mirror with your body that now glistened in a layer of sweat.

Your arms tugged at Nami’s blazer until you pulled it off. Her hands worked on her skirt and yours went to her tight polo pulling it over her head. You messed up her neat curls but she could care less. She had her new meal right in front of her. She had you someone who was untainted by the MerrryGo company. So she couldn't let you go. She kissed you again giggling into your mouth.

The beef she had with Robin was mostly one-sided but she still couldn't help but to brag about this lay later. “What is so funny,” you asked. “The fact that Robin was right. Don't worry sweetie this time is so different I want to keep you.” And it seems like you need me.” She was right about that you were ready to pounce on her. She held your hand and led you to the couch she just watched you try clothes on.

She patted her lap and you sat on it. Her hand wrapped around your throat knocking out any of the airflow that you barely had before because you were choked up by her beauty. “Wanna try something? As my assistant, you need to be adventurous.” Sure, you gulped”. Get on top of the couch and spread your legs.” You hesitated but she gave you a reassuring look.

You did as you were told and she quickly followed you her mouth meeting your clit as the couch dipped at her weight. Even after the first stroke of her soft muscle, you felt like you could collapse. But you stayed grounded as you would never want this experience to end in a million years. One of her hands slipped from your waist and into her own underwear. She began to play with herself in time with the many moans you were letting out.

“Ah that feels good,” you cried out. Her tongue inserted your fluttering hole that kept spurting out your arousal. “You taste so good, she mumbled. “I can eat you forever my sweet girl.” Her praise was definitely mending your ego as well. It had been so long since someone was this nice to you. She took care of you well not spilling a drop of your cream.

“I paid for this you can be as loud as you want.” She was right but you still could imagine what the employees were hearing. So your moans were held back. That was until she inserted a finger inside of your inviting entrance. You practically screamed at the sudden and calculated move. “Ms. Nami ahh that feels so good. To good fuck! You exclaimed as she moved faster. Her pretty face and hair were sure to be messy as she was so sloppy in pleasuring you. So was her pussy as she began to scissor herself focusing on her sweet spot.

Her moans sent vibrations into you further bringing you closer to the edge. Your legs couldn't take it anymore you were going numb. Your back arched sending you down onto the seat of the couch. Nami’s mouth followed you not latching off. “So go damn hot.” You turned around admiring the sight of the woman that was about to come undone just from eating you.

She looked up her eyes meeting yours. You could feel her smiling as she came undone wetting the cushion underneath her. Two of her fingers curved inside of you bumping against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the pleasure. “Do I really feel that good?” Yes! You were quick to respond not having any more breath left to say anything.

She knocked the air out of your lungs. And as you came you became a light-headed hyperventilating mess. Your eyes closed tightly together as you rode out your orgasm on her greedy tongue. Flashes of what Kalifa said went through your mind. But you couldn't afford to care after you just got the best head of your life.

“Y/n you okay?” Yes, you exhaled.” Your head was banging as there was no blood flowing into it. Nami helped you to get redressed and you walked out of the dressing room. Employees stared at you both obviously fucked up girls. Perona even laughed as Nami paid for your items. You knew the store was a boutique but damn the clothes were expensive.

Not to mention the 5 grand Nami promised to pay her on top of everything. “Jesus.” You winced after seeing the total was 12 thousand dollars. “This is little money for me sweets Don't worry about it.” She swiped her black card and paid with no problem. Her arm was still around you helping to lead your shaky body. “Wanna pick up your actual uniform or do you want them sent to your house like the clothes.”

“What do you mean actual uniform?” The vibrating panties, she reminded you.” I thought that was just something Robin made up.” Nope, they are the real deal.” That and my peppermint mocha are something you'll be hearing about often.”

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It’s been two months since the incident with your now ex boyfriend and your surprising knight in shining armor Rindou Haitani, in that time frame you’ve moved in with him and his brother and finally was able to accept the job as a bartender in their club. Even though they acted normal there was nothing normal about these brothers; for one their “house” put the one you grew up in to shame with its sleek modern design and opulent pool area in one of the richest gated communities. They wanted you to change schools as a precaution against your ex from popping up on you during class but settled on you filing a restraining order and warning security officers of the school against him. You loved your new job it’s just a little embarrassing getting out of the bosses’ car everyday. Which you’ve explained to them not wanting your coworkers to think you’re getting special treatment from either of them and they started to let you take the train to work on nights when you worked the early shift as well as to go to your classes.

Another reason these two weren’t normal they changed cars a lot. Almost as much as people changed the sheets on their bed; which according to the maids, at their house is every second Tuesday unless otherwise stated. So it didn’t phase you too much to see the Audi out front when you walked up the driveway after class. Both the brothers were home and sitting at the island in the kitchen; Ran reading the paper and Rin on his phone. “How was class today little one?” Ran asked as you got a water bottle out the fridge. “It was ok I managed to get my paper submitted on time and we started a the unit on child psychology today,” you replied while taking the apple Rindou was handing to you. “You can use him for your discussion questions then because he still has the mind of a child,” he said with a slight smirk. “Right just making sure you did include a page about him and his mommy issues in your paper right? I’m sure that alone will get you a B.” Ran quipped back. “Actually no I was saving my talents for my final where I talk about y’all codependency on each other.” You said shutting them both up before taking a bite of your apple before heading to your room.

“If I’m going to be codependent on someone I could do so much better than you.” You hear as you head up the stairs. These guys really went the extra mile when you moved in. You didn’t have to lift a finger, outside of your textbooks and a few keepsakes from home they got you brand new everything. Sparing no expense if you looked at an end table too long it was added to cart. They gave you their black card to go clothes shopping saying that it’s an investment since you needed better clothes if you were going to represent their bar. It was definitely a lot to handle when you’re use to shopping on Shein to having a private shopper at Dior. As you slung your bag onto your desk chair you noticed a red box on your desk. “What is it this time?”you ask as you pick up the box. Opening it you see the four glistening rings of the Audi symbol shining back at you. Confused you look out your window at the car and then down at the key in your hand. Pressing the lock button you see the headlights glow informing you the car is locked.

Opening your door you hear two sets of feet scurrying down the stairs and into the kitchen. As you enter the kitchen holding up the key you ask, “Um guys what’s this?” “That’s a key sweetie,” Ran said trying to hide his laughter. “You would think with her being on an academic scholarship she’d at least know what a key is,” Rin chimed in failing to hide the smirk on his lips. “I know it a key frick and frack why the fuck is a key to an expensive looking car in my room?” You specified. “Am I frick or frack?” Ran raised his hand to ask. “I don’t think it really matters it’s not like she called us dumb and dumber then it would matter who was who.” Rin said. The dumbfounded look on your face spoke volumes as the two went on a tangent on who was who. There was no way they were as dangerous as your ex said. “So it’s settled next time we go out I’m frick you’re frack?” “That’s not fair how come you get to be frick?” “Guys reel it in. Why did you get me a car?” You interrupted them. “Oh you’re one of us doll face and we don’t do public transport. You’re bringing down the family name.” Ran said standing up. “I don’t remember taking on the “family” name there’s no ring on my finger.” You said. “Well there’s four in your hand and if you’re a good girl you might get one for that pretty hand of yours.” Ran said as he kissed your hand causing you to blush. “Umm thanks for the car.” You say trying to remember how to breath while looking into his eyes.

“No problem, thank Rin Rin he’s the one who picked it out.” As you pull your eyes from the deep lavender pools to thank his brother you see he’s gone already. Noticing the sad look on your face the older brother tells you that he’ll find his brother and you go back upstairs to start on your homework. “Little brother where are you?” Ran called out as he came around the back of the house towards the pool house that Rindou had turned into a studio. Seeing the red light turn on next to the door he let himself in to see his brother working on the mix that he’s been trying to perfect since their newest roommate moved in. “Tag.” “I’m not in the mood.” Rin mumbled not looking away from the screen. “Well someone’s in a mood.” “You’re getting better it only took you 15 minutes to realize I was gone.” The younger brother said as he turned towards a stack of records and started flipping through them. “I always notice when you go missing finding you is what takes the most time,” He said while messing his brothers hair, “ she was looking for you so she could say thank you.” “I’m sure she gave you enough thanks for the both of us.” Sighing he turned his brother’s chair around to face him; Ran said, “she wanted to thank you personally. Remember she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.” “Exactly and now you have all the time in the world to sweep her off her feet and add her to your long list of girls.”

“I haven’t been with that many!” Ran gasped. Rolling his eyes the younger Haitani went back to his computer to ignore his brother. “Even if that was true I don’t think she wants me like that.” Laughing like he didn’t just witness her drool over his corny ass lines he looked back at him to see his brother try and lie. “I mean I know I have an effect over her but I think she likes you more. Now if you don’t mind sharing I’m all for it but I think you should see what she’s about first.” Ran said as he left his brother alone.

“Whatever.”

A few hours later you hear a knock at your door. You get up to answer to see Rindou there looking a little frazzled. “Umm I was wondering if you wanted to take a ride? It’s the best time to see what that car can do not a lot of cars out.” Smiling as you see his cheeks start to turn red you grab your jacket and reply, “sure I could use a break.”

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Mrs. Wayne

Y’all know the drill. This story is meant for black women.

A/n: I was reading this series at like 2 am and I noticed I haven’t updated it in 9 months…I’ve been sitting on this part so long I forgot. Sorry guys lol

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You scroll through your phone, waiting for an important call. “Sweets, can I talk to you for a moment?” He says, moving his chair towards you. Looking up from your phone, you nod. “I read your diary.” He exclaims bluntly. You laugh hysterically. “You did what?” Your mouth slightly open as you realize what he just said to you. “You were dying, I thought-” Your ringtone interrupts his words. Looking down, you read the number and its the call you were waiting for. You ignore it and look back to him. “Please Bruce, I-” You attempt to explain yourself to him but they call again. Huffing as you’re about to hang it up, he holds your wrist. “Just answer it. We can talk after.” You bite the inside of your lip and answer it. “Hey! How are you?” You smile with enthusiasm. She cuts to the chase during the call. “Yes, of course I did.” You chuckle. “Who do you take me for?” You sigh, catching your breath from the laughter. Bruce sat next to you and leaned over, trying to hear who you’re talking to. You push him away and continue talking to her. “For sure, I’ll be in Gotham soon and I’ll help you.” You nod happily to her.

“Okay that’s great. Thanks again. Bye, Selena.” She says her goodbyes and you hang up. “Can we talk upstairs?” You request to him and you both move from the computer to a corner. “I thought I was going to lose you and Alfred gave it to me. I didn’t want to invade your privacy but I’m glad I did now. Is that really how you feel?” He whispers to you and you sniffle. “Bruce…I’m just battling myself. There’s nothing you can do even if you try.” You whisper back to him and he runs his fingers through his hair. “That’s where you’re wrong. You didn’t even give me a chance to do something.” Before you can rebuttal to his argument, Tim interrupts. “Was that Selena? Like Selena Kyle.” You mentally curse yourself. “Not now Tim.” Bruce facepalms himself. “Mom please, just this one question.” He puts up his one index finger. You practically huffed and puffed back to your seat. “Come on we’ll stop asking.” You looked to Jason. “Not you too, Jason.” You sighed, trying not to give in. “It just slipped forget I said anything.” You exclaim, trying to distract yourself with your phone.

They each stood in-front of you, Tim covering your screen with his hand. “Seriously?” You groan. “You can’t just brush pass the fact you were on the phone with Selena Kyle. Cat Woman, the one person you hate.” Tim says. “I can brush pass that.” You move Tim’s hand and glance at Bruce. “Just tell them, y/n.” He huffs, slowly getting annoyed about the slip up. “I don’t think-” He stares you down, not even attempting a protest you finally give in. “Okay, fine.” Looking over your shoulder as you turn back to your kids. “I used to be apart of Gotham City Sirens. I mean I technically still am but I guess I’d be considered more of an honorary member.” They absorb the newly given information on their mother figure. You read it on their faces that they would have never guessed that a pure hearted person like you would ever consider being on such a team. “Listen. It wasn’t the best time in my life. It was a long time ago, I can’t deny we did some questionable things but I think we did more good than bad.” Out of all of them, Jason was the most interested.

Him and Bruce, don’t necessarily see eye to eye so knowing that his mom was apart of a sinister group was more than intriguing. “What did you do?” Jason asked, stepping a bit closer to you. “Hm. That’s a hard question. Well, I was the brains of most things, I got supplies we needed and even a place to reside. When I was younger, I was very in-zone and understanding of my body. I had to be, since I was the ‘weak one’ in the group, as some would say.” Glancing at Bruce, you wondered if you should say more. Your next words, certainly being fire to his puddle of gas. “I did use guns a lot, but I transitioned to knifes and swords. I feel more in control with them. I won’t front, using guns were fun.” Jason practically beamed at your words. He wanted to rub it in Bruces face so bad but your eyes had a silent warning hidden within its gaze. “I never said I had a problem with Selena.” Bruce covers his mouth in attempt to hide his laugh. “But you literally slander her all the time.” Duke steps up. “Correction. I slander cat women. Not once did I slander Selena.” They don’t buy your explanation. “Aren’t they the same person?” Damian voices his input. “Before she retired, yes. But this new cat women makes my blood boil. I don’t know who she is but it seems Selena got herself a replacement.

Given since the video of me crushing her under my feet was over 5 years ago, I could assume she’s probably out doing who knows what.” Even Bruce becomes a little confused, replaying your words in his head he finally understands what you’re trying to say. “The past is in the past.” You shrug. “Who knew you were so cool.” Tim says. “Total cool points.” Dick says. Looking past, your kids you see your eldest walking in. “What’s up, dick.” You smile, stiffly. “Apologies on the intrusion.” Cory says and you wave her off. “No worries.” The air is pretty stiff, the tension Bruce brought with him everywhere was almost annoying. “Cool points? I think I deserve a little more than that for all the stuff I did.” You break the tension. “Yeah, a court date.” You side eye Bruce. “Don’t be a hypocrite.” They all chuckle at your banter. “Why don’t you tell us a story, just to prove the stuff you did.” Tim says as he bated you. “A story?” You say, practically to yourself. There were so much stories that it was so difficult to choose. Dick, Cory, Tim, Duke, Damian, Casey and Jason, waited for your response. “Ok, if its a story you want then its a story you’ll get.” You smirk, thinking of the perfect story. Bruce already knew which story you were going to tell by the look in your eye, so he turns and pretends to be busy. “As you all must know, Gotham was a very corrupt city. Still is but a while back things were much, much worse.” Your compelling introduction, begins the story.

Hitching the rope on the sturdy railing, you slide down quietly unhooking yourself from the rope. You break the glass to the tellers area, officially starting the timer for yourself. The police are on their way. Logging into the computer you wire money from the accounts needed and send them to burner accounts of your own. Erasing everything you did on the computer as if you were never there, you quickly hook yourself on the rope and allow it to pull you up. Your heart was beating rapidly. “Okay this isn’t that bad.” You mutter to yourself, breathing a sigh of relief that immediately gets stuck in your throat. The mechanism cranks, clacks then stops. Yanking on the rope, you grip on it in despair, knowing its jammed. In the desperate moment you still stay alert, hearing a sound from the corner of the bank. Drawing your gun, you point it at the spot you hear the noise. “Come out.” You say, seemingly to no one. Footsteps follow after a pause of silence. “Only point a gun if you’re ready to shoot.” He said as he emerged from the darkness. You just kept pointing the gun at him, knowing that its on safety.

“Thanks but I don’t need a tutorial.” You say with heavy sarcasm. “Clearly. Why don’t you leave. You’re halfway gone anyway.” He says and you take the gun off safety. Attempting to get the machine working again as you yank the rope, it still didn’t budge. Hearing the police sirens come closer, you finally stop pointing the gun at him and shoot the rope. Your intentions were purposeful. You knew what you were doing and it didn’t come across as wrong at any point. Not when you did it or when you were falling almost 20 feet. You did plan to catch yourself, right? But there wasn’t much choice when your being placed on a roof. It must’ve happened so fast that you couldn’t comprehend. His arms rapped around you and you pushed yourself off him. “What the fuck.” You raise your voice at him. Reaching for the gun in your holster but grabbing onto nothing. He stood there waving the gun in-front of you, then disarming it and throwing it aside. “Trying to kill yourself, wouldn’t have solved your problems.” He says and you scoff. “I was going to catch myself.” You exclaim, the statement coming out as a question.

As if you were still confused on what was happening and what you were saying. “If you must know something about me, I can handle myself. I don’t need you or anyone else trying to play hero to me. As you can see, this city is too far from saving.” You advance to him a little and hold down your hood a little. “Nothing is too far from saving, not even a criminal like you.” You chuckle at his response. “Criminal? I’m doing this city a favor.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “And your companions?” He eggs you on with the annoying question. “I said I not them. Maybe criminal status fits them more.” Looking down, you see the police walking around. Opening your cloak in the slightest, you pull out a small hook and rope. “When I catch you again, you’re not getting away so easily.” He sternly warns you. “Is that a promise?” You smirk as you latch the hook on the railing. “Until we meet again, big bat.” You grip the rope and slide down it.

“Yeah, getting caught by Batman on my first solo mission wasn’t a good look with my team.” You say. “So what happened after that?” Tim asks and you scratch your mind for the events that happened after. “I, started practicing knife throwing because of how easily he took the gun and took it apart. I had a backup but he probably would’ve done the same thing. But I went home that day and thought about what he said to me. It was kind of odd, when I got the chance to think about it. I wanted to tell someone but who was I supposed to tell that Batman said I wasn’t far from saving. Most people don’t get more than a word and a good beat down. So I thought about it for a long while and by this time the team was ready to cut me off. I did another solo mission to the International Charity Museum of Gotham.” Dick becomes intrigued. “What happened at the museum?” You clap your hands and fold them in your lap. “I went as myself, no hood, no disguise, nothing and that was probably my biggest mistake of the night.”

Taking a deep breath before stepping into the museum, you straighten your posture. The body tracing black dress made you stand out but blend in at the same time. You decided to wear a black wig, why not pop out a bit. You remembered why you came to the Museum in the first place as you looked at a few paintings. Moving closer to your destination, you hear forced giggles and klink of champagne glasses. Rolling your eyes as you peek over a corner, seeing three girls and Bruce Wayne. “Not totally random.” You utter to yourself. Back tracking, you recall that interaction with him at your old job, ‘He definitely won’t remember that.’ You sigh to yourself but turn back where you came and hide in the women’s bathroom. Unknown to you, the quick clacks of your heels made you aware to him. “Better safe than sorry.” You huff, fixing your hair. Waiting another minute or two, you calmly exit the bathroom and adjust your dress. Making it look like you actually used the restroom. “I haven’t seen you around here.” You look to your left and there he was. “I’m guessing no woman escapes your acknowledgment.”

You give a tight smile and continue your journey. “You’re quite correct in that sense, especially one that I’ve seen before.” Your eyes widen but you relax. “Ah really? I think I would’ve remembered crossing paths with someone such as yourself.” You smirk, secretly wanting him to leave you alone. While walking next to you, your hand accidentally wonders to your thigh as if you had a gun concealed there and grabbed onto nothing. You cover it by itching your side. “This is nice but I must be going now.” You say to him but he stops you before you could slip away. “I’ll see you at toast, then.” He flirts and you see right through his charm. “Is that a promise?” You flirt back and go your own way. Leaving him in the middle of the hallway. Getting so close to the corridor that you can taste it. But it falls out your grasp as you’re pulled to a corner and shoved into a maintenance closet. It happened so swiftly that you didn’t know who pulled on you until you were face to face. “Not only do I recognize you from that coffee shop but the roof top too.” He claims. “What roof top?” Confusion clouds your expression. “I said when I catch you again, you weren’t getting away so easily and I meant it.” He leans in your ear and you shiver. There’s no way you can bullshit your way out of this one.

You look at him in disbelief. “You’re Batman?” You speak lowly. “And you’re a criminal, here to steal.” He states, ignoring the obvious question. You look up to him and run your tongue over your top row of teeth. “And you’re Bruce Wayne. What will you do to me? Hm?” You declare, feeling a little cocky. He can’t admit that you have him between a rock and a hard place but it isn’t like he hasn’t been in situations like this before. “I am going to steal tonight but I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination.” You back up against the door, your hand resting on the handle. “I’ll catch you.” He exclaims and you smile. “I’m counting on it.” You quickly open and close the door, slickly leaving the room. Opening the door to the exhibit, you speedily walk to the incased artwork and go under your dress for a knife. Breaking off the sign that provides information for the piece and throwing it to the side. A small box was hidden behind the sign and you take it. Looking towards the window, you get a bright idea. Going over to it, you knock on it determining the thickness of the glass.

Using the knife, you trace a circle in the window and knocking it once more to make it more fragile. Taking some steps back, you run up and jump through the window. Shielding your face and holding the box close, you land on a mattress you placed there earlier. Collecting yourself, you get up and take some trash off a pile covered by a tarp. Yanking off the plastic, it reveals your motorcycle. Putting the box away in the seat compartment, you place the helmet on your head and start the engine. Your back wheel rolling in some dirty water before revving away. Weaving through the traffic, you break off from the busy roads and go through the abandoned underground tunnel. Arriving back to the warehouse you call base, once you’re sure no one followed. You parked the bike, threw the helmet to the side and took out the box. Going inside through the back door, you’re met with all of them standing side by side. Harley, Ivy and Selena. You hold up the box and smile. “Hold this.” You say to Selena while you go in the near hallway to change out of the fancy clothes and into your bodysuit and cloak. “So where are we going to break open that box?” You ask as you finish up. The hood of your cloak off as you walk back towards them.

“Y’all ready? Where’s Harle-” Your speech slurred as you get hit in the skull. Your hands craddle your head as you fall to the ground. Your eyes slowly blink open as your head pounds. The rough gravel hurt underneath your palms and as your vision gets clearer, you unwillingly watched the warehouse you worked for burn along with your bike. You stand using your hands for the extra boost and watch as they burn. It seemed unbearable but you still looked, couldn’t take your eyes off of it in fact. You needed to remember the going away present they gave you. Once the last piece of metal burned, you walk away. For now leaving that part of your life behind. Putting on your hood as you move closer in the city. Stumbling here and there. Abeling yourself to climb onto the roof of a building, sitting down to observe as the city works. You choke back tears, inevitably letting them fall down your face. Letting your head hang low as your hands gripped onto the ledge you sat on.

Was it possible for someone to feel so much pain and resentment for, not only themselves but the world as well. “what? did you come to see the pity party first hand?” You manage to say with your voice breaking. “I came for information.” He strictly says and you sigh. Moving off the ledge and on the roof, you pace yourself towards him. “I have it.” You say, pushing back the hood and reaching in the cloak for a flash drive. “I took it because I knew this would happen.” You hand it to him and he hesitantly takes it. “Thats it?” You nod to him. “Bank Routing Numbers, Records, Information in that little flash drive.” He hums, ready to leave but he delays for a moment. “How’d you get like this?” You chuckle to him. “Nothing more than time.” You turn away from him and look out towards Gotham again. “Come on.” You look over and sigh. Taking steady steps to approach him.

“There’s way more stories after that but that’s where I’m going to end for now.” They nod and hum to you. Satisfied with the stories you told. “Now, if you all will excuse Bruce and I.” Bruce walks with you to the elevator and you wait for the elevator to reach the manor. “I saved you?” Bruce asked as you both exit the elevator. “I don’t really remember it that way. You had blood running down your forehead.” You stop him in the hallway. “I was going to jump off the ledge, bruce.” You tell him. “I went from having an okay job and apartment to having nothing but a life a crime to turn to in a blink of an eye. And losing that was the tipping point for me. The last thing I had was gone. From that day on I thought I was a burden to you. Hell, I still think I’m a burden to you.” He steps closer to you. “You helped me more than I did you.” He clarifies and you shake your head.

“That doesn’t matter Bruce. We both lost in some way. You had someone. I had people getting taken away, over and over and over again. Who’s to say that one day that won’t happen to you or one of the kids?” You sigh, gathering yourself. “I finally have everything, I dreamt of having. You’d think I’d enjoy it. Live in the moment. But all I can think about is losing this moment.” You cry out the remainder of your words. “So day in and day out, I think you deserve something, someone better. Because you’ve been beat down and I know what that feeling is like.” He hugs you. “Who do you think I deserve? Describe it to me.” He lets go of you to look you in the eye. “I think you deserve someone outstanding, understanding of you and your habits, beautiful, smart and most important of all not broken. I’m broken Bruce, no matter what you do to fix it. I’ll unfortunately be the same.” He frustratingly sighs. “No amount of fancy clothes, hair or makeup can cover that. I just…I don’t know if I can be your wife.”

“Now, stop. You allowed me to put that ring on your finger so you’re marrying me. I don’t care if you’re “broken”. Have you met me?” You huff to his words. “Those words you used to describe someone I deserve, describes you perfectly.” He guides you to the staircase, sitting you down and taking a seat next to you. “You surprise me everyday with how outstanding you are. You understand me so well. Don’t even get me started on how beautiful you are.” He caresses your cheek while wiping a tear. “You outsmart me so much and if you’re broken then we’re broken. Now, when we get married and after that. Don’t you recall that before we were dating or anything of the sorts, you didn’t have fancy clothes, hair or makeup. You rarely wore anything more than a sweatsuit and your natural hair.” You frowned a little touching on your hair. “And I couldn’t have liked it more. Fell in love with you the same way.” He smiles to you. “When I proposed, you were fresh out the bed.” You chuckle at the memory. “Don’t tell me you forgot.” He teases. “Remind me.” You breathe in.

It was a peaceful morning at least before Alfred ran to you in a rush. “Y/n.” You twisted and turned in the comfort of the mattress. “Miss Y/n!” You lift up from your sleep. “I’m up! I’m up. What’s wrong?” You shove the covers off you, wide awake. “Its Master Wayne, he’s downstairs.” That’s all he had to say for you to jump out the bed and rush down the stairs. “Bruce! Bruce.” You shouted his name, searching for him. “Bruce! Where are you.” You raise your voice, Alfred close behind. “Maybe check outside.” He says and you hum. Sprinting to the patio door in the kitchen. “Bruce-” Your words get stuck in your throat, seeing Bruce on his knee with a small box in his hand. You shrink down to a stooping position, covering your face. Looking at him once more, you shriek. Alfred brings you back to your feet and whispers to you “You have to give the man an answer”. You immediately say yes. “Yes! Yes!” You jump up still looking at Bruce, holding your hand out to him once you stand still.

“Wrong hand.” He says and you awkwardly smile, giving him your left hand. He laughs as he slides the diamond on your ring finger. You never gave the ring a second glance, jumping into his arms. Holding onto his neck tightly as you kiss him. Letting yourself and him breathe, you smile. “We’re engaged!” You jump in his arms, rapping your legs around his waist and kissing him again. “I would ask if you like the ring but-” You lean back and look at your hand. “I love it.” You smile. Realizing you’re in pajamas, you jump off him. “How come you’re in a suit and I’m in cartoon pajamas.” You state and he chuckles. “The element of surprise.” He shrugs and you push him in the shoulder. “My morning breath stinks and I still have eye boogers.” You groan, walking inside and he helplessly follows. “You look so pretty.” He compliments you and you bite the inside of your cheek. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Do you want to know the real reason why I proposed to you like that?” He asks and you nod. “I was thinking to take you out to your favorite restaurant and all that but I knew that I didn’t need that for you to say yes. I just needed you alone, even if you were in pajamas.” You hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. “If you ever feel this way again, I want you to let me know. That’s one thing we have to get straight before we get married.” You smile to his words. “We’re going to be talking a lot more.” You warn him. “Good.” He brings you closer to him. “Did I really look pretty that morning?” You question him. “Yes, you looked gorgeous, so pretty.” He appreciates you. “Besides only me, you and Alfred know that I proposed to you in your pajamas.” He says, assuring you. “That’s true, thank you, bruce.”

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Summer at the lighthouse part 1

this is the first time posting some of my stories in here so 💀🙏 pray for me y’all. It’s a bit of a long one so I’ll do 3 parts cause that’s all I got up to before I gave up lol. Help why did I write so much. Sorry it’s it’s cringe😭🙏😭🙏 Enjoy

CHAPTER 1- DAMN SEAGULLS

Should have taken swimming lessons I thought, as I looked out at the vast open sea that stretched its sparkling blue fingers all the way across the horizon. It was only 3 months right, I thought. It’s not like i have to stay here forever. It was so stupid coming to stay here, my dad had sent me here for the summer as he often was called out during these months for army protocols, but this year was a bit of a stretch. I barely knew the parents I was staying with however my dad said he new them well and it wouldn’t take long for me to settle in. James and Maddie, those were their names weren’t they, they were both middle aged and sea worn yet they seemed quite friendly. I couldn’t say the same about Leah I thought: she was their daughter, fair haired, blue eyes, perfectly simetical face. Leah had a younger sister called Darcy too. I lost my trail of thought as far above me I heard the screaming of a seagull as it circled the top of the lighthouse. It looked down at me distastefully.

As I finally began to lose my self in daydreams again, splat! Something landed on my shoulder and dribbled down my shirt. “Well shit,” I groaned looking down on the stain. Even the seagulls didn’t want me here, before I got shit on again, I started to make my way towards the iron door of the lighthouse. It took some effort to open it but when I did, a blast of warm air greeted me and I stumbled inside, slamming the door behind me. Inside wasn’t much better then the outside of the lighthouse, pail green wallpaper hung on the walls, a sofa was shoved into the corner and everything else was randomly positioned around the room. However I didn’t pay much attention to it as I pulled my trainers off and threw them onto the door mat. After running up the stairs into the kitchen, I pulled of my shirt and put it in the washing machine, i mushed the buttons on the panel and left to go to my room. I stopped on the 5th floor, my room, and stood, taking in the tiny room I was supposed to live in for 6 months. I had brought my bags in earlier and mostly unpacked. No one was home but being shirtless made me uncomfortable, so I found a large shirt to wear till my top was out the wash.

Sighing, I looked curiously up the stairs towards Leah’s room; her family were out and I had seen every other room… it’s not like it would hurt anyone too look, would it? Carefully, I crept up the stairs and entered Leah’s room. Huge bookshelves lined the walls, a warm grey carpet lined the floor, a desk which was piled with books was squashed next to a single bed, a couple of bean bags were strewn about with heaps of other junk. Huh pretty typical for a 16 year old. Sweeping the room again, I noticed the girl sat, on the bed facing the window. “Uhh hey” I said, straightening up and trying to look impressive. “Wha-“ the girl yelled and her golden hair whipped round as a hand flared out for a book that was balanced on the desk. Her fingers grasped the book and hurtled it across the room towards me. SMACK! It hit me right in the my stomach, the speed had thrust the air out of me yet i managed to stand my ground and not fall over. For a moment her eyes caught mine, those clear crystal blue eyes, their beauty made me giddy and my thoughts unclear. Damn it George! Snap out of it! “Thanks,”That was probably the stupidest and least charming thing I could have said in the moment. “George Saveltion, nice to meet you.” I was so shocked and utterly wordless, it took all my effort to choke the words out and keep my voice steady.

Then I ripped my gaze from hers and bent down to pick up the book, as I grabbed it from the floor, I read the title, ‘the man who hunted gods’. “Oh! I err sorry didn’t know who you were for a minute there, we don’t normally have random people in the lighthouse a mile from shore,” muttered the girl in a sarcastic tone, looking away from me again, “Leah Evehouan as you probably already know, if u have any problems just come and ask.” Then she twisted her body away from me and hunched back over a pile of open study books. God it felt so embarrassing standing here in a strangers house, a couple feet away from the prettiest girl I had ever seen and holding a book, with no idea what to do now. “Err so where,” I paused, mustering the courage to speak to Leah again. “Where do I put this book?” Leah then turned back towards me which made my heart beat faster against my ribs , her golden hair flashed in the sunlight and a small smile spread across her lips. She was so immensely gorgeous that her mere presence intoxicated me, as though I was drunk on it.

“Give the book to me, George.” I watched her lips as she said the words and as she said my name, I met her gaze. Great job George real good first impression, I thought. She probably thinks you’re some creep acting all weird round her. Trying my best not to seem as awkward as I felt, I walked over to her and placed the book into her hands. Our finger tips brushed against one another and the sudden urge to take her hands in mine was overpowering. For a second it was like that, my hands in hers, holding the book and then it was over. I left Leah’s room without dying of embarrassment, which was a good sign. The afternoon was slow. So slow in fact, I almost worked up the guts to speak to Leah again but the reality of her actually wanting to speak to me killed that hope.

Most of the time I sat on my bed and played some old video games. At about two, a swarm of seagulls were circling the lighthouse and giving me a splitting headache so doing what any normal person would do, I opened my window and started throwing stones at them. I also thought about shouting at them but I didn’t want to leave a bad impression on Leah, so I just threw stones at them. I hit a couple and I’m pretty sure they looked at me with the ‘your dead meat’ face. After that I must have fell asleep because next thing I know is that I hear yelling in the background and a lot of stomping feet. Wha.. it took me a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, I heard the shouting more clearly now “LEAH, GEORGE COME DOWN!” It sounded like a male voice so I assume James was calling us. Slowly getting up, I readjusted my two-sizes-big shirt and started making my way down the stairs. The night was mostly a blur as we ate dinner and all started to head to bed. Using the only bathroom in the house, I showered and got ready to at least try and sleep. When the lights went out, all I could hear was the damn seagulls shrieking at the tops of their stupid bird lungs. Sleep came for me as soon as I lay my head down on the pillow. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be for my first night, I woke a couple times to the sound of those godforsaken seagulls and lay awake to them and the sounds of the sea. Around five am, I awoke for the third time tonight and decided to do downstairs to see if the fire was still on. Maybe the little red flames would chase away whatever kept me from sleep? Propping myself up on my elbows, I scanned the room to try and find anything out of place before I got out of bed. Small shards of moonlight filtered through the blinds of the windows either side of the room, they danced across the floor and made sliver patterns on the bookshelf. Nothing was amiss. Shrugging, I climbed out of bed and the cold air shocked my skin: I was only wearing boxers on this chilly night but I shrugged of the cold and decided I needed a book. I grabbed my dressing gown from the floor and pulled it on, making my way to the bookshelf, I scanned for any interesting books… Maybe it had one of the books Leah had read on it, maybe I would like it. Leah?? Why was I thinking of Leah? So stupid I thought to my self, yet I felt strangely compelled to make my self interesting for her, like I wanted to fit in. The feeling was strange and I stood for a minute trying to understand it. For a second I faltered… what if.. what if… no it wasn’t a what if, I had caught feelings for her. Ha my logical brain mocked me, I had know her for a day of course I couldn’t have caught feeling for her could I? This is stupid, but it was the first time I had actually started to like someone so I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. Stupid I repeated in my head. And somehow I still found my self creeping up the stairs towards Leah’s room, searching for the book she had thrown at me. So stupid I repeated, this will never happen again I mumbled to myself, yet I still let my mind lead me on towards the top of the stairs.

I couldn’t see much in Leah’s room so I couldn’t make out her shape in the bed, so ever so carefully, I made my way across the room to her desk and scanned for the book I wanted. There! Right on top of a huge pile, lay the book, ‘the man who hunted gods ’. Summing all my will not to make my hands shake and tumble to pile of books, I reached for the book and slowly lifted it off the pile. I left out a sigh of relief. Still moving as carefully as I could, I tiptoed back over to the stairs and started to make my way down it. I felt so oddly accomplishes, so giddy with joy for no apparent reason. With each step i leaped further down the stairs so I was nearly running down the stairs. Oh my god what was I doing?? I was only 16, yet my emotions swept me along and I raced down each step.

I was flying so fast through the darkness that didn't notice the hunched over figure at bottom off the stairs, their back bathed in moonlight, their golden hair falling over their shoulders, their look of wide eyed horror as I came pelting down the stairs towards them. I noticed too late… Leah… SHIT! The force in with we collided was so intense that it almost sent me flying backwards but the momentum pushed us both down at least 7 steps onto the living room floor. To be honest I thought the concrete floor would hurt so bad when I fell but it actually didn’t, it felt kind of soft like a… pillow? Oh god, double shit! I think I landed on Leah. Then from below me I heard a muffled ow and “get off me you jerk” or something like that. So I pushed my self up into a sort of sitting/kneeling position.

And then I noticed it.

If it wasn’t dark in the room, Leah would have seen me turn into a tomato, u see Leah had fallen backwards onto her back and I had fallen forwards, my legs spread apart from sprinting down the stairs. You can already see where this was going. So I had landed on top of Leah, her legs in between mine… I swear I must be glowing red by now. And just a moment ago, I was lying just like that but I was also lying on her chest and right next to her face. Leah groaned and said “get off me you jerk” then added “completely off me”. Stumbling, I got up, my legs a bit scratched from the landing and retrieved my, well Leah’s book from where it had fallen. Then before I could ask why she was sitting on the stairs at five in the morning, she got up, turned to me and demanded “What the hell were you running because down the stairs for? You looked like you had seen a ghost or something!”

My brain had stopped functioning properly and I stood there, like a idiot, and didn’t say anything. I was too distracted by her beauty. Wow this girl was pretty, her blue eyes looked like the marbling of the ocean when a breeze brushes across it, her skin looked like a golden honey brown. I hadn’t seen before but Leah was wearing short black pyjamas shorts and a cropped white shirt, with black stripes sewn down the seems. Snap out of it George! She is 16, stop being insain.Before I could say anything else, I heard some footsteps from upstairs and a couple seconds later, Darcy was jogging down the stairs towards us. Unlike Leah, Darcy had dark brown hair, almost black and had hazel eyes. They looked so different, like contrasting colours but you could tell my the shape of their faces, the different angles and points that they were related, that they were sisters. Darcy was 13 and wore a strapped silk top, probably died blue or purple or another pretty colour girls liked, the silk trousers were obviously matching and she had her hair up in a wild bun. She skipped down the steps and stop and the last one. “Is everything alright? I heard a crash.” She was looking at Leah not me, and then Leah answered “Yeah everything is alright but, Mr Clumsy over here ran down the stairs and almost squashed me, now go back to bed.” Darcy looked over to me, eyed me up and down, and then her eyes fell on my bare chest as my dressing gown had come undone and and I remembered the fact that I was basically naked next to two girls that I barely knew. “He’s got abs too” said Darcy, a dreaming tone in her voice. Leah sniggered and motioned for Darcy to go upstairs.

After the incident on the stairs, Leah had lead me back upstairs, made me sit on my bed and started interrogating me. “So why were you coming down stairs then huh?” She snorted, spinning around on the chair next to my desk. “I couldn’t sleep so I was going to read and I was running because,” I was only going to tell a half lie see I am terrified of the dark but then again that’s not why I was running, “I was scared of the dark and I thought the fire would still be one so… I ran downstairs.” Leah kept spinning on the chair, seeming oblivious to the fact that I was the biggest coward she would ever meet in her life, scared of the dark? Ha yea I am such a coward. “And why were you carrying my book?” They question caught me off guard and she stop spinning and with perfect ease, walked a straight line across the room and slid into the bed next to me. I couldn’t speak, this was the closest a girl had ever got to me, a lump formed in my throat I was afraid I was breathing to hard and it would scare her off.Leah’s hands found their way to mine and she carefully untwisted my fingers from around the book. Her touch made me tingle yet the sensation was extraordinary and then she lent her head against my shoulder, waiting for my response. It took me a minute to answer but I finally said “you told me it was a good book so I guessed I should try and read it” not a total lie at least. My cheeks felt hot and pink, the embarrassment was almost sickening. We sat, wrapped in my duvet for a while, neither of us speaking and neither of us moving until eventually my eyelids grew heaving and I lay down on the pillow. Leah, to my surprise and my enjoyment, lay down with me although she lay as far away from me as possible. I can’t remember how long we lay like this but right before I drifted off to sleep, I heard Leah slip out of bed and walk to the edge of the room and then she whispered “Goodnight pretty boy,” and disappeared upstairs. So far this has been the best night of my life.

y’all help why is so long 😭🙏😭🙏 part 2 is already written so I’ll post that soon so is part 3 😴 maybe if ppl like it I’ll write a part 4. FYI I don’t even know when I wrote this don’t judge 💀

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #books #short story #fanfic #lighthouse

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ulteriorm0tiv3s · 2 years

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₊˚⊹🦄﹕autumn﹒˚₊

❧ pairing: cream unicorn x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: fluff

❧ summary: the weather has been cooling down as autumn creeps in. some cookies haven’t adjusted to the chilliness yet.

❧ notes: i love . them so much cream unicorn my beloved they’re so underrated they need more content hello im here to serve i also really love autumn .

❧ song: thought it was a cool idea 2 start adding songz 2 listen 2 while u read oneshotz so 💋 https://youtube.com/watch?v=TEOzIc9LHGg

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ah, october. the month that includes one of the best holidays. the weather was getting colder and pumpkins were popular again, october slays. to you, the cooler weather was literally a savior. some people, however, did not see it that way. many cookies in the kingdom found it a pain in the ass to suddenly adjust to the chilliness. you would hear people complaining whenever you ventured outside. you found that weird but understandable.

currently, you were preparing to go on a walk so you could further enjoy autumn. you resisted the urge to wear all orange, so you just settled on a sweater with an orange and brown color scheme. there was also a cheesy quote that you hand stitched on yourself. it read “happy fall y’all!” quite silly, but very festive. you had already done the basic necessities of a morning routine, so you were ready to go. when you opened the door, the cool breeze felt like an old friend welcoming you. a content sigh left you as you began walking through your usual route. the month had just barely begun, but signs of autumn were strong. leaves that had once been a vibrant shade of green were now a dull brown and scattered all over the ground. they also made a delightful crunching noise when you walked over them.

as you continued through your walk, you noticed something strange. a bush with something inside had caught your eye. the bush itself had lost its vibrant colors, but something vibrant was inside of it. you were slightly worried until you noticed something familiar. a pastel horn was visibly poking out of the bush, which you recognized as cream unicorn’s. “cream unicorn? what are you doing?” their head popped out of the bush as soon as they heard your voice, a soft whinny coming from them. they pulled themself out of the bush, probably struggling a little. leaves and small twigs were matted into their fur, but they quickly shook them off before poofing into their cookie form. “ah, (Y/N)! it’s nice to see you!” they coo, “i was attempting to enjoy this wonderful day, but i got a little chilly…so i hid in that bush!”

“are you okay? i feel like i don’t usually see you often during months like this,” you gently press your hand against theirs, making sure they weren’t too chilly. “well, i’m usually not active!” cream unicorn says, double checking to see if any more leaves were stuck to them. “i was going to say farewell to the cookies for the season, but i decided to stay! because cookies can get lonely all year round,” they add, sneezing afterwards. “if you intend on helping cookies during the colder months, you’ll have to adjust first! and i’m just your cookie, i’m very festive when it comes to autumn!” cream unicorn gives you an excited smile, “i’m excited to become festive too!”

your walk instantly got better when cream unicorn joined you. since they were cold, you thought of a brilliant idea; latte. the two of you weren’t far from latte’s home, so it didn’t take very long to get there. the little bell embedded on the wooden door jingled as you knocked. dramatically, the door swung open, revealing latte in the doorway. “hi (Y/N)!” she greets, before looking over at cream unicorn, “who’s your friend there?” cream unicorn shyly hid behind you, which didn’t work because of how tall they were. “hi, i’m um..cream unicorn cookie,” they successfully peeped out a small introduction. latte gave you both a sweet smile, “nice to meet you! make yourselves at home.”

a few minutes passed by as you and cream unicorn waited. latte was making pumpkin spice lattes for the two of you. making seasonal lattes were her specialty, after all. cream unicorn seemed very interested in watching latte’s cats. the cats would run in and out of the cat tower very slowly, sneaking in bits of food. “what interesting little creatures,” they cooed. they wanted to pet at least one cat, but the fuzzy beings were a bit skittish towards new cookies. so rather than bothering the felines, they just observed them carefully. “didn’t know you liked cats,” you laugh, taking notice of cream unicorn’s interest in the cats. their attention moves to you, “ah, yes! they’re quite lovely creatures. i’ve never seen them up close before.”

“you can pet them if you want to!” latte announced as she walked into the living room, pumpkin spice lattes in both hands. “is there a way to do that without startling them?” cream unicorn was a bit hesitant, they didn’t want to stress the cats out or scare them. latte nods, setting down the drinks, “mhm! give me a few seconds.” she made her way over to the cat tower, gently picking up one of the cats resting on top. the cat was placed next to cream unicorn. “this is mocha! she’s very sweet.” they hum and slowly extend their hand, “hello mocha!” mocha meowed, lightly sniffing at cream unicorn’s hand. a few seconds later, mocha was purring as she rubbed up against their hand. some of the other cats noticed the attention mocha was getting, which made them come over. “seems they like you!” latte smiled, watching her cats flock over to cream unicorn.

the three of you chatted for a bit while sipping on the warm lattes. after you finished, you and cream unicorn said your goodbyes to latte and her cats. “where are we going now?” they asked, watching the occasional leaf slowly sink to the ground as you walked. “back to my place! i wanna give you something before we venture out more,” you say, listening to the crunching beneath your feet. that sound never gets old. cream unicorn seemed to enjoy the sound too, looking down at their hooves crunching the leaves. once you arrive at your home, you start rummaging through your closet. “might be a bit big, but here!” you pull a large sweater out of your closet. it was one of your custom made ones with the shitty quotes sewn on.

“oh, thank you!” they chirp, putting the sweater on over their current outfit. “now you’ll be less cold when we go venture out!” you cheer, walking back outside with them. “what autumn festivities can we do next?” you hum in response to their question. “maybe collect some leaves. i used to do that a lot as a kid, it’s pretty fun!” the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the forest floor, picking up leaves as you go. it was a pretty fun way to pass time with your favorite cookie.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cream unicorn cookie x reader #cream unicorn cookie #latte cookie #autumn #fall #cookie run x reader #x reader #self insert #cookie run self insert

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mysticalrambling · 2 years

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Pregnancy Reveal(H.S)

A/N: This is a short blurb that I wrote after watching a video oh Harry interacting with a pregnant couple. I hope y’all like it and I’m open to requests. Check out my prompt list as well. Love you all!!

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Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Seeing Harry interact with a pregnant couple gave you an idea to reveal your pregnancy to him.

Warnings: fluff

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Watching him be in his own element made you swoon over your husband a little more. The way he pranced around the stage and engage so sweetly with his fans was one of the many things that you loved about him. His considerate and affectionate nature was the first thing that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. People mostly saw him as a carefree, sexy man but you also knew him as a shy, cuddly baby. His journey to discover new parts of himself were really inspiring and you were glad that you were a part of it.

Your husband was going to start one of his songs when he noticed a pregnant woman in the crowd. She was standing among her husband and some friends and looked about five months pregnant. Harry has always been very considerate towards pregnant women and has a soft spot for them in his heart. It always fascinated him when he thought about the miracle of life and the important role that woman played in it. His respect only grew for them. He immediately stops his guitar and moves towards that part of the stage.

“How y’doin’ over there?” He pointed towards the couple and you could recognise their excitement even through the masks. When they pointed at themselves, Harry screamed out a ‘yes’.

He read their poster out loud that said ‘This is the baby’s first concert!’ The smile that graced his pretty, pink lips after saying the words and you got a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your chest. You just wanted to kiss him at the moment and couldn’t wait for the concert to end. Thankfully, this was one of the last songs.

“Tha’ baby’s very lucky, ya should know tha’.” Shaking your head, you just murmured a small ‘narcissist’ under your mask.

The whole crowd laughed when the dad lowered his mask and screamed, “We know!”

“What’s t’baby’s name? If ya don’t mind me asking.” They shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads at the question.

“Is’t a girl? Please say it’s a girl!” The fans swooned over his words because who didn’t want to see Harry Styles with a baby girl. You certainly did.

“We don’t know the gender yet.” The crowd had gone really quiet so it was like Harry and the parents were having a conversation. You were thriving on all this because you remembered the times he has expressed that he wanted to be a father. It just wasn’t the right time because of his upcoming tour and other projects but now you weren’t so sure. You just had to make the time for something as important as a baby.

“If it’s a girl, fingers crossed. Name her (Y/N), please.” Everyone cheered at that and pointed at you. “Those girls ‘re God sent, swear on m’life.” You had slight tears in your eyes and blew him a kiss. He caught in in the air and pressed his hand to his heart. You were sure everyone was swooning at him.

“Anyways, congratulations! Let’s sing them Congratulations t’the theme of Happy Birthday!”

As soon as the concert ended, you went towards the couple that were waiting till the crowd diminished. Some security guards followed you because Harry didn’t want to risk anything when it came to you. You wanted to ask them if they would okay to give their sign to you because you wanted to give your beloved husband a surprise. They were happy to give it to you in exchange for some photographs. They didn’t even have to ask because you had taken one with them regardless.

Harry was still backstage with his bandmates, celebrating another successful show. He kept looking around for you because you were always there to greet him backstage so it was very weird to not see you around. He excused himself and made his way towards his dressing room. As he opened the door, he saw you standing there in the middle of the room with a sign in your hand.

When he read it, he realised it was the same sign he saw with the couple. “Wh- What is this, lovie?”

“It’s true, H. This was t’baby’s first concert.”

“Is tha’ why ya didn’t want t’wear heels today?”

“Yes!”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe this!” Lifting you off the floor, he spinned you around and then brought you into a passionate kiss. “I hope it’s a girl but I’ll b’okay with anythin’. Just want them to look like ya.”

“I’m so excited, H! I hope they have your eyes.”

“Me too, lovie. Me too. A li’l mini version of us.” He made you sit on the couch because apparently you had to rest a lot. Quickly taking a shower, he changed into his usual clothes. “Let’s go t’our hotel and properly celebrate.”

You laughed at his eagerness and replied, “Yes, please. Don’t forget the sign, H.”

“Will never forget it, lovie. Best damn day of m’life.”

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sevikasmainwhore · 2 years

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May we please have more parental Sevika hc’s ??

you may 💖💖

Sevika being a Mom 💜

Sevika and her son are inseparable. It’s like they’re always plotting something whenever they would hang out together.

Sevika taught him how to fix things so whenever it was needed and without asking, he would bring his little toolbox with him and just tinker with her metal arm

Ever since your son was born, Sevika tried not drinking and smoking as much.

If he did however see her smoking, he had full permission to shoot her with a water gun Jinx made for him

Sevika was all the way against the idea of Jinx ever meeting her son. She felt she would’ve been a bad influence on him. She didn’t hate Jinx, she was just putting her son first.

Sevika would admit she wasn’t the best parent when it came to birthdays, but for her son she went all out. Used her title and power to get him whatever he wanted and threw him the biggest birthday party in the Last Drop.

They’d both draw with Ran whenever they’d stopped by. Sooner or later Dustin started coming over with Ran and Sevika knew right then she had to cut it out.

She didn’t know that her son was allergic to peanuts until you had picked up some cookies from Topside and left them on the counter for them.

Her whole life flashed before her eyes when he started gasping for air. She immediately took him to Singed and he gave him his very own Epipen.

She cried for almost a week and even tried laughing it off but she couldn’t.

There were certain places in Zaun Sevika knew children weren’t allowed and would even be killed if they were to step foot in the place. Because of that Sevika had eyes everywhere whenever you’d two go out and she couldn’t be there.

Sevika curses herself for ever teaching him how to play cards cause he beats her nearly every game. She didn’t mind but it was hurting her wallet.

Some months ago Sevika noticed how her son had her gap so whenever you’d all be eating dinner they’d have water fights using they’re gap as water guns. It was really gross but seeing them laugh was the highlight of your day.

When they’d both be too tired to do anything, they would use your thighs as pillows so you’d be sitting on the couch reading or watching tv while they rested their heads on your lap, sleeping.

Jinx would make him handmade toys but Sevika would have to check them first before actually giving them to him.

Sevika kept a polaroid picture of you three on her whenever things got to hard in her line of work.

Whenever they’d be out just spending time together, he’d always point towards the brothel and ask what it was. Sevika would cover his eyes and speed up. She didn’t want him anywhere near that place

Sevika doesn’t tell anyone this, not even you, but every once in a while she would let your son hang around Ekko because she trusted him with her son and if anything bad ever happened to the both of you then she gave him full on permission to take care of him.

It’s not that she didn’t trust Silco it’s just she saw how Powder turned out and how Jinx was created and she didn’t want that for her son.

Speaking of Silco, He actually tried to be a decent godfather to y’all’s child. He would do his part but he’d have Sevika breathing down his neck and that scared the shit out of him.

Everyone knew what Sevika was capable of so it was no surprise that your son was able to get away with a number of things.

Sevika would read to him on some nights, other nights they’d just tire themselves out with cards or even playing with handmade action figures

When he was a baby, Sevika was scared to do a lot of stuff with him. Like change him or even bathe him because of her arm.

It took some time but she slowly started being a little more comfortable with changing him and they would even take baths together.

When they did it was like a whole wave came crashing in the bathroom. Water was everywhere but they’d both end up clean nevertheless so it was kind of a win win.

Sevika wouldn’t change a thing for all the memories she has and still creating with her beautiful family. Like she was finally able to say that she was happy.

note: i tried 😭

#☞shhhhh #arcane #sevika #sevika x reader

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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That Was Hot - Stiles Stilinski (Smut)

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 3,784 Warnings: middle is rushed but just go with it smut; (both are college aged), oral (female receiving), protected m+f (wrap it before you tap it, kids) Requested: “Stiles: random #36 with against the wall kiss... my mind wants to go smutty but you get the idea. 😉😉😉” @fandom-princess-forevermore A/N: Hi, friends! I do believe this is my first smut piece that’s not involved with YABMH, so go on easy on me. Do not hesitate to tell me if it sucks, lol. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“UGH! Have you ever seen someone so handsome?!” Maya asked, swinging her iced coffee around.

Since we were sitting at a square table and I was in range of her cup, I moved to the right to avoid getting hit in the face. “First, I’m in the line of fire with your cup. Second, who are you talking about?”

She sighed and kept looking ahead. “That guy right there. Coffee stand. Spiked hair.”

I looked over from my laptop to see who she was talking about. I raised a brow and looked back at her, saying, “You mean Stiles Stilinski?”

Quickly looking at me while setting her up down onto the table, her eyes were as big as saucers. “You know him?!”

I nodded a little and shrugged. “We have a couple Criminal Justice classes together. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand we sorta grew up together,” I said, quickly taking a sip of my own iced coffee to finish my sentence.

“You’re kidding me. Like, you’re actually fucking kidding me?”

Chuckling, I said, “Nope. Not kidding.” Setting my coffee back down, I continued with my explanation. “We lived a few houses down from each other. Our other friend, Scott, goes here, too.”

“Someone say my name?”

I turned around, seeing Scott walk up to the table. I stood up and gave him a hug before I sat back down. “Scott, this is--”

“Hey, babe” he said, giving Maya a kiss.

Shocked as hell, I raised my brows. “Wait, y’all are dating?”

“Gotcha,” Maya chuckled.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” I exclaimed.

“What are we yelling for?” Stiles asked. I didn’t even notice him walking over to the table. I turned my head over to watch as he sat down next to me.

“My idiot roommate, as well as one of my best friends, failed to mention to me that they’re dating,” I said, looking at and gesturing my hand between the two before looking back at Stiles.

“Yeah, they’ve been dating for like 4 months,” he said, nonchalantly.

Giving him a look that said I’m done, I started packing up my computer to, number one, feign like I was leaving, and two, to give some more room on the table.

“Wait, hold on,” Scott said. “You never connected the dots?”

“What dots?” I asked.

“I would say, and I quote ‘I’m going to Scott’s. I’ll be back either late tonight or tomorrow afternoon’ and you would tell me to have fun,” Maya explained.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you were talking about McCall?!” I once again exclaimed.

That must’ve been funny to the three of them because they all started laughing.

“Y/N/N, you really don’t pay attention that much,” Stiles chuckled. “You never have.”

While Scott and Maya started laughing, I looked at Stiles with a deadpan look and laughed sarcastically at him. “You’re so funny.”

Sitting up a little straighter like he was proud of my statement, he smiled and boasted, “Why, thank you! I’m hilarious.”

I couldn’t help but laugh along with Scott and Maya at Stiles’ antics. I mean, how could you not? He’s funny, devilishly good looking, charming, considerate, super sympathetic, generous, and all the other good stuff you could think of.

Oh, and yes, if you’re wondering, I do have a crush on Stiles, and have since about the 7th grade. Scott had asked me that year if I liked anyone, to which I said that I did. I think he thought I meant him, but he later put together that I was talking about Stiles and not him.

Did Scott and I try dating? Yes. Was it to open Stiles’ eyes? Also, yes. When did it happen? Summer before freshman year. I grew to love Scott over the years, but it was more of a brotherly sisterly love, and I think he knew it as well. We’ve been that close ever since we broke up.

What about Stiles and I, you may ask? Well, he was too hooked up on Lydia, and then dated Malia to even notice any other girl. He would, however, talk to me about this girl he had a mad crush on during high school, but I knew he was talking about Lydia and then Malia.

Could I have been the girl he was talking about? I don’t know. Probably not. Like I said, he was too hooked up on Lydia and then Malia to notice any other girl, aka me.

But, as we’re sitting here with Scott and Maya, I quickly realized that my crush on him never faded. Not even when I dated other boys.

“Okay, that’s totally uncalled for,” I said.

Laughing, Stiles said, “Well, it’s true!”

“I may be a blonde at heart, but I’m not dense.” I looked at Maya after hearing her clear her throat. “Not saying that you are, Maya.”

“Mmmmm-hmm,” she hummed.

I chuckled then looked down at my phone for the time, gasping in realization. “Holy shit! I’m gonna be late for my next class.” I stood, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

Stiles stood, asking, “Want me to walk you?”

At seeing a redheaded girl walk in our direction, I looked between her and Stiles quickly before saying, “No. No, I’ll be fine.” I really did want him to, but I knew about him seeing the girl, Isabella. He can tell me all he wants that they’re not together and that they’re just lab partners or whatever, but part of me doesn’t believe it.

“Are you sure?” he asked as Isabella put her hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” I reassured. “I’ll be fine.” Addressing Scott and Maya, I said, “I’ll see you guys later,” and walked away, not caring to hear Stiles call my name. Once I got to my class, I sat in my seat and wiped the tear that escaped from my eye.

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After my class, I went straight to my apartment and got to cleaning. It’s something I’ve done since high school to help calm my nerves and racing thoughts. I was so into my cleaning that I didn’t hear my apartment door open and close due to Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain playing in my ears.

I jumped about ten feet out of my skin when I felt hands on my shoulders. Taking the bud out of my ear, I turned around and let it fall to my chest, seeing Stiles in a fit of laughter. So, I yelled his name and slapped his chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, taking the other bud out of my ear.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Making sure you’re okay. You kind of walked off and didn’t come back. Seemed like you were mad.”

Sighing, I pulled the earbud wire from under my shirt, putting my phone down on the counter, and tapping the screen to show my lock screen and pause my music. “I wasn’t mad. I was a little irritated.”

“Why?” he asked, moving closer to me.

Not looking him in the eye, I whispered, “‘Cause of the way she touched you.”

Seeing his shoes in my line of sight, he whispered back, “And how did she touch me?”

“Like you were hers. And I don’t want you to be hers.” I looked up at him, seeing the same emotion in his eyes that I had in mine.

“Who should call me theirs, then?”

“Me.” I looked down at Stiles’ hand, reaching for it. Pulling it up more into my view, I laced our fingers together, softly, feeling and watching him close his long fingers around mine. With one more look at him, I did the one thing I’ve wanted to do for the longest time; kiss him. Leaning forward, I quickly captured his lips with mine, pulling away after a second.

“What was that for?” He asked.

Shurgging, I looked down and whispered, “I've always wanted to do that.”

He smiled a little, nodding his head. “Yeah. Me, too.”

Before I knew it, Stiles’ lips were back on mine but with more hunger. He spun us around and backed us up until my back hit the wall.

My whimper in pain was lost in his mouth as he took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with mine. I was so lost in the kiss, I didn’t even feel when he laced his fingers with my free hand, bringing both my hands up above my head.

Stiles was a lot taller than me, mind you, by about 8 inches or so. It wasn’t awkward with the height difference, no. It felt… right.

He had moved his attack with his tongue on mine to press kisses to my cheek, jaw bone, and neck, where he started searching for my sweet spot. When he found it, he stayed there for a few seconds, kissing, sucking, licking, the whole nine yards.

I had to turn my head towards him to get his attention. “Stiles,” I breathed. “Stiles!”

He hummed, bringing those beautiful whiskey-caramel colored eyes back to mine. “What is it, baby girl?”

I swallowed thickly, trying to contain my heart rate as I started to feel a little moist. “If this is gonna go further, we should probably move to the bed.”

“Couch.”

“Wha-“

“We’re in the living room,” he whispered.

I looked around at my surroundings, realizing that we were, in fact, in the living room. “Oh.” I looked back at him upon hearing his chuckle, causing a giggle to escape from my own mouth, but it was lost in a kiss as Stiles pressed his lips back to mine.

He squatted a little, putting his hands on the backs of my thighs, whispering, “Jump.”

I did as told and jumped up, putting my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I broke the kiss to tell him, “Bedroom.” I placed my forehead on his shoulder as he walked us to my bedroom.

Hearing the door close, I picked my head up right before I felt my back hit the mattress, Stiles hovering over me. He didn’t move. He just looked at me for a moment before he took a deep breath. “If I think what’s about to happen is about to happen–”

“Stiles,” I said, stopping the beginnings of his rambling. Running my fingers through the side of his hair, I looked between his eyes. “I can promise you, I want it just as bad as you do.”

“What, sex?” he asked, brows raised.

I scooted back some to sit up on my knees in front of him. I took his hands in mine, placing them on the hem of my shirt. “If you want this, take it off. If you don’t, you can walk out of the door. I’m letting you choose.”

He stood there for a moment before he leaned forward, placing his lips on mine in a soft, but firm kiss. Pulling away just to quickly come back, I knew he wanted it as much as I did. I’ve been wanting him since high school.

In the middle of the kiss getting heated, he pulled away. I kept my eyes closed as I felt my shirt being lifted off my body, hearing it hit the carpet with a soft thud. His lips were back on mine before I knew it.

I did the same to his shirt; taking it off and putting it with mine on the floor. I took a moment to admire his body, the years of lacrosse at Beacon Hills High doing him good. “Damn,” I whispered, running my hands along the abs that were barely there. “All that lacrosse did you good, Stilinski.”

He chuckled, putting his hands on mine, bringing them to his lips. “I needed to keep up with everyone else. Plus you were in the stands.”

Not believing him, I scoffed quietly. “Nah, it was all for Lydia… and then Malia.”

“You are dense,” he chuckled softly. “Y/N/N, it was always you. Always was, and always will be.”

Smiling at him, I slid my hands out of his, placing my arms around his shoulders. “Then make me yours.”

That must’ve sparked something in him ‘cause he launched me backwards, careful to stay on the bed, laughter pouring out of me. It stopped when he kissed me again, this time more passionately.

Very skillfully, he put his hand under my back, unclasping my bra. Very slowly, he slid the material down my arms, exposing my breasts to him and the air around us. I watched as he looked down at them, smirking a little.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. Looking up at me, he said, “Just like you.”

Smirking back at him, I said, “Just wait until you get to my pussy.”

His eyes going wide made me giggle. “Such language,” he said.

“You’ve said worse,” I deadpanned. “Listen, are you gonna fuck me or not?”

I guess that motivated him because he quickly got off the bed and took off his khaki pants, leaving him in a pile on the floor before hovering back over me. He quieted my laughter by pressing his lips to mine, quickly getting things heated up once more.

Wrapping my legs around Stiles’ waist, I managed to flip us over so that I was hovering over him, our lips never disconnecting. Stiles did grunt, however, when I started grinding my clothed core against his ever growing erection.

Disconnecting our lips, Stiles breathed, “Holy shit, baby girl.”

“I knew you would like that,” I chuckled, moving my lips to his neck. But before I could start on making my mark on him, he flipped us back over, lips immediately going to one of my breasts.

With my fingers threading through the back of his hair, I arched my back a little in pleasure, letting out a quiet moan.

As he gave my breast and nipple attention with his mouth, his free hand that wasn’t holding himself up was giving my other breast some attention, palming it and lightly squeezing, all of these actions making my core even more wet.

Almost like he was reading my mind, he released my breast with a small pop, his eyes connecting with mine. Slowly sliding his hand down my side, his hand was met with my shorts, his hand stopping. His eyes never once left mine, and once he stopped, I could see that he was asking for permission to remove my shorts with his eyes.

I nodded, lifting my ass at the same time he sat up straighter to remove my shorts. Once he placed them in the growing pile of our clothes, he looked down at my core, seeing a wet spot on my panties.

“All this for me?” he asked, his honey whiskey eyes going dark.

“All for you, Stiles. Only you.”

That sparked something in him as he dove down to press kisses along my stomach down to my core.

“Scoot back some,” he whispered. I scooted back, my head on the edge of the bed. We were parallel to my pillows. Once I was comfortable, I watched as he laid on the bed the best he could and put his arms under my legs, keeping them open.

Instead of going for my core like I thought he was, he turned his head and kissed delicately at my inner thighs, starting from the middle and working his way down. He moved to my other thigh, almost teasing me, so I lightly bucked my hips up as a silent way of telling him where I really wanted his mouth.

“So eager,” he said, chuckling at the end.

“Hell yeah, I’m eager!” I lightly exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting this to happen since like junior year of high school.”

“That long, huh?”

“Fuck yes! You’re hot, Stiles. Like, insanely fucking hot. Always have been and always will be. Just please, eat me–” My words were stopped by a gasp at Stiles’ mouth on my clothed core.

Putting his finger under the band on my panties, he moved them to the side, replacing the cloth with his mouth.

“Finally,” I moaned. Keeping one hand near my head and the other on the back of Stiles’ head, I tilted my head back as best I could, letting out another moan.

Stiles’ movements with his mouth and tongue were slow and sensual. It’s almost as if he was reading my thoughts when we’re around each other, or when I’m having a super lonely night alone in this very bed.

Getting fed up with my panties, he sat up a little bit, removing my panties at the same time before diving back into my core, eliciting a loud moan from me. Tilting my head to the side, I watched him slowly lick from my entrance to my clit, his eyes closed.

Opening his eyes, he locked eyes with me, smirking the best he could as he wrapped his lips around my bud, gently sucking for a moment, sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Mmmmmm, fuck, Stiles,” I moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking. He looked down at my core, kissing it lightly as I nodded and hummed.

I leaned up on my elbows to get a better look at what he was doing, feeling his tongue at my entrance before feeling it along my walls, another moan from me, my back hitting the mattress once more.

Hating the fact that he was going a little too slow for my liking at this point, I lightly ground my core on his tongue, immediately feeling his arm across my hips.

“No, baby girl. Let me show you how properly you need to be treated,” he said, delving his tongue back where it was. This time he went a little faster, moans of absolute pleasure pouring out of my mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I drawled out. “Keep doing that and I’ll cum all over that tongue of yours.”

“Well, in that case,” he said, bringing his body back up mine. I went to protest but the feeling of his tongue on mine had me shutting up right quick.

“Mmmmm,” I hummed after he pulled back. “Magic tongue in both areas.”

He chuckled, getting off the bed. I sat up and watched as he picked his pants up to grab his wallet out of his back pocket, looking inside the item, as well as his eyes going wide. “Uhm, I don’t have–”

“Top drawer.”

Opening the drawer of my nightstand, he chuckled lightly to himself. “I love the fact that you’re always prepared.”

“Yeah, well. Just wanna make sure I stay protected.”

Pushing his boxers down his legs, he rolled the condom on his very impressive length, asking, “Have you any other guys in here?”

I shook my head, “Nope. You’re the first.”

“But you’re not–”

“A virgin? No. Lost that in high school. And please don’t ask about it. I don’t wish to relive it,” I said, chuckling at the end.

“Good,” he said, jumping back on the bed causing me to squeal playfully. He lined himself up before looking back up at me. Sighing while looking at me, he asked, “Are you one hundred percent sure? Because we can’t go back after this.”

“Stiles, I don’t want to go back,” I said, carding my hands through his hair. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Now, put your cock in my pussy and fuck me like your life depended on it.”

“Oh, I will fuck you, but not rough yet. Gotta work up to it,” he winked. With one last kiss to my lips, he slowly pushed his cock inside me, a pleasurable gasp coming out, my eyes closing.

“Mmmmmm, fuck,” I moaned once more as he thrusted his hips a little faster. What I saw when I opened my eyes my heart fluttered; Stiles’ eyes already locked on mine.

“God–” he grunted. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to last much longer. Your pussy feels amazing right now.”

“ Go faster and I’ll be there,” I breathed.

Stiles leaned back, holding my hips to get a better angle. His thrusts were so fast, my breasts were bouncing in every direction, moans pouring out of me like a waterfall. “Mmmmm, fuck! Right there! Oh, my god, don’t stop. Mmmmmm, magic tongue and cock! Fuck!”

We both leaned towards each other, my left arm supporting my body weight as my right hand went to the back of Stiles’ head, keeping in place as we shared a fiery kiss. We pulled away, foreheads pressed to each other as we breathed heavily from the activity.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–” Moan. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” Moan. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m–” One final moan stopped my words as Stiles’ movements stopped as well. “Why did you stop?” I asked, pulling my head to look at him, heavy breaths between us.

“I came when you did,” he panted.

My hand landed on his shoulder as I relaxed my arm. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because,” he paused for a moment to catch his breath for a moment. “That was hot. Our foreheads together, you whispering– it just sent me into my orgasm.”

All I could do was smile at him, pulling his lips back to mine, feeling him pull out at the same time. Reflecting back on what just happened, I smiled. “That was hot, wasn’t it? Think we’ll do it again? I mean, I hope we can do it again.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, putting his boxers back on and handing me his shirt and a fresh pair of panties for me. “As in, like, friends with benefits?”

I shook my head after putting the clothes on. “No. More. But it’s probably wishful thinking.”

It was his turn to shake it head. “It’s not. Because I want to be more than just friends with you, too.”

Watching him sit against my pillows, all I could do was smile again. He put his arm across my pillows, inviting me to cuddle up against him. So I did before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

I hummed, wrapping my arm around his middle. “I could stay like this forever.”

“We’re together now, right?” Stiles asked.

This put me into a fit of laughter, Stiles joining me for a moment. “Yes, dork.”

“Good,” he said, putting his free hand on my arm.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that before I heard Stiles snore softly. The last thing I remember before I drifted off to sleep was the smile that was ever present on my face at the fact that Stiles and I were finally an item… and that we had amazing sex.

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A/N 2: well, i think that ending sucked, lol. i started losing inspiration at the end, but let me know what you thought!

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Posted on March 8, 2022

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navstuffs · 2 years

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Angst headcanons where team gets captured and reader makes the hard decision

Part 2

Pairing: adrian chase x gn!reader

author's note: trying some angst and this will probably have a second part so if y’all want to send me if you want good or bad ending, i will be up for it. based on this prompt.

Warning: VIOLENCE, SWEARING, SELF SACRIFICE, BLOOD, TORTURE, ANGST, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU

One day, the mission is against an ex-mercenary boyfriend of yours. Amanda Waller is tired of his shit and demands him to be taken down. You are the best source of information since he trained you to be the best agent.

You don't tell the team but he was abusive towards you. You were also cheated a few times so you are ready to take him down.

He is very strong and knowledgeable and helped you train self-defense training and martial arts. His team is composed of 3 other people including a woman that has the power to cure people, and the other two are very skilled fighters that you considered family.

The plan: you call him, set up a meeting to try to make amends, capturing him right there. Adrian doesn't like that you will expose yourself but it's the easiest way to do it

Your ex accepts the meeting and seems very happy to see you. He looks even stronger, almost as tall as Peacemaker. The team stays in stand-by ready to attack

Your ex tells you how Amanda Waller has a bound on his head and how last month he had killed 4 assholes who went after him, that he considered his friends

"Like you are doing now."

"Sorry?"

"Attracting me here to try to take me to that bitch. Since when you are Amanda Waller's lap dog?"

Before you can reach to your gun he punches you, making the world spin. Soon the restaurant is full of screams and there is shooting around you

Your mouth is bleeding but you soon get up and notice Peacemaker and Vigilante are going against your ex. Emilia is fighting against the other 2 guys and one soon comes after you

They are as skilled as you, younger than you but much faster. You hear Emilia’s head hit against the floor and she remains on the floor, unconscious. You are fighting them two alone now

"I would never expect you to betray us. We were like family" one of them says before you take him down

You can hear the fight behind you and glance at the moment Peacemaker is being kicked across the wall.

Your ex attention goes towards Adrian and you know Adrian can't win that fight.

You take the 2nd guy down at the moment Adrian is defeated. Your worried face tells your ex what he needs to know and he twists Adrian's arm until he breaks it

His scream pierces through your heart. You close your hand in fists and attack your ex, Murn screaming in your ear to not do it but it's too late.

Your ex stops your attacks easily but you still pull up a fight. When you fall, he keeps hitting you until you lose consciousness.

When you wake up, you are in your ex's hideout. One of them at least. There is a woman keeping an eye on you with a gun and she watches you with sad eyes. You recognize her as the healing lady.

The whole team is tied to chairs, including Leota, John and Clemson Murn. Peacemaker has a horrible injury in his belly and seems to be bleeding out, Emilia is still not awake. Your heart is beating fast. Stress doesn’t make you register the pain in your body and face. Think think think.

Adrian still asks you how are you doing even if he has his arm broken. He looks hurt and fragile, his mask off and your heart breaks in a million pieces. You want to apologize, it is your damn fault, but you don't find your voice

Your ex walks in and ignores Murn and Leota's requests to talk. His eyes are sorely on you and he has a knife he gave to you in the past on his hand.

"So. It is up to you, now. You already know what will happen"

You know. You know because you participated in those a lot of times. You ex gave everyone a choice. He was a sadistic bastard but he was fair. The rest of your ex-team watches you with what looked like sad eyes. It could have been disappointment as well. You were their best warrior and now you were soft. Weak. They were your family once as well. You hurt too many people tonight.

The room is silent. Peacemaker murmurs for you to not do anything, you will face this as a team but he is losing blood too fast. Emilia still hasn't woken up, probably with a bad concussion. Adrian is begging you not do it, NOT do it! Your ex watches all of this amused as Adrian turns to him:

“If you insist on touching them, I will hunt you until the deeps of hell. I don’t care where I have to find you, but I will murder you. Slowly so I could enjoy every scream that comes out of your mouth”

“You found yourself a feisty one huh?”

Your ex kicks him on the belly to make him shut up and you make your decision.

"You can have me."

Your ex grins become big as the whole team watches in horror as he gets close to you with your knife. The one he gave to you when you proved yourself worthy.

He cuts your skin deep to write his initial, on your belly. You look at the sky, while he takes his sweet time perfecting his initials. The cuts hurt like hell, but you take it in, whimpering. You won't give to what he wants and you were tortured worse before. It was fine if that is all you had to do to protect Adrian and the others, you’d do it.

The woman starts healing your friends and you hear Chris and Adrian's scream very far away. The pain of cure is always worse than the pain of the injury. Adrian will be fine, you think, as your ex drags down the knife in your belly, making the skin bleed. They will be okay, you think as the tears come down your eyes, they will be okay.

After your ex is done, he appreciates the view of you as his masterpiece. Your hair is glued to your head and you are sweating, breathing heavily. Your belly is burning with the pain. He caresses your cheek and you spit on him, making him slap you so hard making you fall off your chair

Emilia is the last one cured and she, Chris and Adrian are passed out from the healing process. The woman is taken away extremely weak

Your body is broken but your mind isn't. They will be okay. Your ex didn't lie

Your ex grabs you by the back of your neck and starts taking you away. You give a good look to all of them, trying to keep Adrian's face details on your head, apologizing silently to the awake members. You don't know if you will ever see any of them again

Leota screaming your name is the last thing you hear before your ex closes the door. You look around and see the other 2 throwing gasoline over the house. Your heart sinks

"I did what you wanted! That was the deal! Why are you killing them?"

"Circumstances change. We are extremely upset you betrayed us with Amanda Waller's loser team. I wish we could watch them die, but we have no time to lose. Your new training starts now."

You are taken in a car as the flames go high and you can't stop screaming.

#peacemaker fanfics #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase #adrian chase fanfics #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante fanfics #ANSGT #PLEASE DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERS YOU #but you can choose if you want good ending or not #just send it to me #and please requst good ending lol #jk if you want sadness I WILL GIVE YOU MORE #vigilante #peacemaker

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howdoyousleep3 · 3 years

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where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

#askK #fluffy lub #recovering bucky #found family #avengers 2012 #this is one of a million i have of these #i rarely share like...canon-ish thoughts because i assume people are going to tear them to pieces lol #but i've been sitting on this one for a while #my tense might be way outta wack here lol my bad #tower of god

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary:

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all?

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck.

Months? Years?

It felt like all time stood still when He found me.

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape.

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple.

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear”

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her”

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way”

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest. The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods.

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going.

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk.

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole”

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder.

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family.

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time.

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away.

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter.

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need.

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower.

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful.

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you.

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right.

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment.

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know.

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time.

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch”

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh.

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this” Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it. As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips.

Daryl

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise.

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that?

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them.

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us.

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact.

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field.

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall.

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?”

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?”

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now.

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N”

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink.

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad.

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy.

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside.

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often.

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away.

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him.

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip.

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?”

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him.

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him.

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck.

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them.

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head.

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare.

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it.

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation.

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch”

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size.

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out.

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine”

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him.

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now.

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released.

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before.

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door.

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him.

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away.

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?”

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you.

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit.

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed.

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you”

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out”

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face.

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya”

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again.

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep.

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep.

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done.

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!”

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks.

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing.

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left.

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight!

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High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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