#yes i know he's technically saying 'what' in the second gif but it sounds like squawking to me

[violetrainbow412-blog]

A (not so) little secret

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

Summary: even though you and Spencer have kept yours private pretty well, one night the universe seems determined to let everyone know.

warnings: established relationship but still secret, a mention of sex, and some references. I think that's all

The sound of the phone ringing pulled you out of your sweet and recent dream and when you opened your eyes you needed a moment to get your bearings. You were on a soft bed, a thin sheet covering your half-naked body, and the room smelled of lavender emanating from a humidifier. When you moved a bit you collided with a warm lump and that was the piece to finish building the scene: you were at Spencer’s house. You opened your eyes and that's when you saw that it was the purple phone on the nightstand that was ringing, next to the alarm clock with bright letters that said 4:00 am.

You had ended up in the man's apartment after a long day at work with the promise of ordering food at home and resting for a while, but at some point the kissing on the couch escalated to ending up in bed; it wasn't something you complained about, of course. He always took care of making you feel so good and had a resistance that came to surprise you, so you enjoyed each other for a long time. You were a little sore (in a good way) and exhausted by the end, but the thought that you would be able to rest up late the next morning had comforted you greatly. You would have fallen asleep barely two hours before then, but since the noise didn't seem to disturb your boyfriend's sleep and you were closer to the device, you decided to reach out to pick up the call.

"Hello?" you sighed sleepily. You couldn't imagine who could want something at that hour, although the fear that it was a call from Bennington Sanitarium about Diana's health made you think it would be irresponsible not to answer.

"Reid?" asked the voice on the other end of the line and you recognized it immediately.

"Hotch?" you murmured, a little more lucid. As soon as the last name was out of your mouth, you realized how stupid you'd been to answer instead of waking Spencer up for him to answer. It was your boss, calling the landline of one of his agents, and it turns out that it was you who had answered.

“Y/L/N?” he spoke again, sounding confused. "Are you with Reid?"

You were silent for a second as panic washed over you, your brain working at full speed to think of what to say.

“Huh… yes. I didn’t feel very well and he said that I could stay here” you confessed. Technically it was the truth, although you preferred to spare yourself the intimate details. 

Even though it wasn't a crime to go out with unit mates, if it was a little… how can I put it? Immoral maybe? It could take away from your objectivity in cases and it was definitely a distraction at work, but when it came to Spencer Reid, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help it.

You had already been together for a few months. You realized you had feelings for him after he offered to stay with you for some days in the hospital to care for the gunshot wound that grazed your shoulder during an unfortunate event. It was so nice to be under his care, he brought you delicious food all the time, every day he bought new flowers for the next vase and always made sure you were comfortable.

Probably the daily stress had clouded your vision a bit, but in an environment so far removed from all your work, it was when you realized how wonderful Spencer could be, and let's be honest, men like that don't grow on trees in droves. It didn't take long for you to buy him a drink, just to thank him for all he'd done for you, but then the dates became recurring. One night the two of you finally talked about what you wanted for your future and then decided to start something formal.

At first it was easy to hide it in the office, after all no one would have reason to suspect anything. Morgan was annoying sometimes, thinking that he was the only one who noticed how you looked at each other, but the others hardly noticed. The problem was when, over the months, the connection between you strengthened romantically and physically, coupled with the sweet nicknames with which you called Spencer in private that on more than one occasion almost slipped from your lips.

By this point you were enjoying being with him so much that you honestly didn't care what the team might think about the relationship, you thought hiding it was more of a habit than a necessity, but you didn't know if Spencer felt the same way. You hadn't really needed to talk to him about it, at least not until now.

“Okay, then tell him that something urgent came up. I need you both to come to the office as soon as possible because in a few hours we are flying to Boston."

"Okay, we'll be there"

"Fine"

The communication was cut off there and when you turned after hanging up the phone you noticed that Spencer had already woken up, probably by the sound of your voice having a chat. He looked so cute and sleepy that you couldn't help but caress his face with your palm to help him wake up.

"What's going on?"

“It was Hotch. They need us in the office”

"I figured," he grumbled, stretching a little to shake the numbness out of his body.

“He realized that I am here. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, love. Don't worry about it,” he said, totally calm, as he stood up and gave you an absent-minded kiss on the cheek. He got up and started rummaging through the closet for something decent to wear over the black boxer shorts he was wearing, while you rubbed your face with your open palms "How do you feel?"

"Tired" you laughed, unconsciously covering your torso with the sheet. You still didn't feel confident that he would see you naked for so long, even though you had already had sex on considerable occasions "So you're not angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be?"

"Because he knew I'm here" you answered softly and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. You knew it took Spencer a few minutes to fully wake up, though he seemed quite conscious as he knelt on the side of the mattress you were on so he could speak. "I mean… do you think we're going to get in trouble?"

"I don't think so" he replied, as one of his hands slid down your bare leg to rest on your knee "Does it bother you that he knows?"

"No, no. I'm just… I'm worried that he'll send us to different departments”

“Just because we're dating? He would never do that” Reid laughed, finding your panic a little cute “He would lose his best agent”

"Are you referring to you or are you referring to me?"

"Applies to both" he replied quickly. You thought he would be more reluctant about the matter, so you practically took a load off your mind seeing him so calm by your suggestion “Actually I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Garcia and Kevin had no problems with their relationship so… why would it be any different with us?

"Because they weren’t in the same unit"

"So you don't want to try it?" he asked, sounding a bit dejected. Apparently it was a subject on which he had previously reflected.

“Of course I do, Spence. If you want to do it, then so do I" you assured him. He looked at you with some admiration and smiled happily, feeling satisfied with the answer “So it's a fact? Shall we just say it, just like that?” you muttered nervously.

Spencer took a few seconds and you could almost see the gears of his brain working behind his front.

“First we can talk to Hotch and explain the situation. Then there will be an opportunity to tell the others."

"Good"

“But we can discuss that another time, okay? for now just… get dressed. Not that I'm jealous, but I wouldn't want to see you walking around in nothing but your panties”

"Perhaps you would like it, what you would not like is for others to see me" you argued, managing to get a giggle out of him before he got up to continue with what he was doing. 

It didn't take long for you guys to get ready, and considering it was early morning, Spencer rummaged through his closet for a hoodie he could fit you into, even though you'd refused. You didn't even bother to dress up, you just tied up a messy ponytail and walked out of the place like that.

Normally you arrived at the office at different times, almost always the fifteen minutes between each subway schedule, but you thought that right now that was the least important thing. Although he didn't like to drive, he let you sit in the passenger seat of the light blue car that he only used in very necessary cases.

During the journey you got distracted looking at the city lights and at some point these lulled you so much that you ended up asleep against the seat. Spencer made sure to drive more carefully and avoid potholes, until he parked outside the FBI building. When he stopped and looked at you so peacefully, he wished he could just leave you like this, even though he knew everyone was probably already waiting for you inside.

Despite the urgency that the situation required he took a moment to look at you, feeling his chest swell with love. A part of him was guiltily glad you'd answered that call, because for the past week he'd wanted to talk to you about stopping keeping things secret and that had given him the perfect excuse. He wanted to have more moments like this with you, not just limit himself to giving you his love imprisoned by the four walls of an apartment.

“Hey,” he called to you in a small voice, when he finally snapped out of his trance, leaning down to stroke your arm hoping you'd react “We're here, pretty. Wake up"

You let out a groan, clearly not wanting to leave, and when you opened your eyes you felt your eyelids completely heavy. By way of persuading you, Spencer reached up to kiss your lips, in a prolonged and loving way that helped you remove all traces of sleepiness.

Inside the car you were oblivious to anything, without knowing that a person had been watching everything with their mouths open. Emily Prentiss practically ran to get to the office before you did and once she entered she desperately searched for the rest of her coworkers, finding Morgan, Garcia, and JJ talking to each other.

“Prentiss. where in such a hurry?

"You won't believe what I just saw," she said, without even saying hello, and the three of them stopped talking to pay attention to her, after all the tone warned them of a sure gossip "Reid was kissing a girl in his car"

“Spencer?” Garcia said, sounding incredulous but also excited.

"Yeah! I was getting out of my car when I saw him park with a girl in the passenger seat and then he leaned over to kiss her. Do you think she’s his girlfriend?

“Maybe we interrupted him in the middle of an adventure. Poor boy,” Morgan laughed, feeling sorry for his younger friend.

“I didn't get a good look at her face, but she was wearing a hoodie like… grey? I think so, it was grey."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening and the three of them turned to see who it was. There was Hotch, of course, Rossi next to him, and behind both of you were Spencer and you.

"Thank you all for coming. Let's go to the meeting room” your boss announced, not stopping his walk and waiting for the rest of you to follow. Everyone ignored Rossi's greeting as Emily's eyes widened and she jerked her head in your direction, as if trying to make out some feature. JJ nearly choked on her own saliva when she noticed your gray hoodie, while Penelope and Derek shared a knowing look at the obviousness of it all.

You two didn't even notice what the rest were up to, so before long the whole team was already seated at the round table. It was a custom not to sit next to Reid, partly so you wouldn't be tempted to touch him, but also so you could look at him all the time.

When JJ started giving you the details of the case you were fighting to keep your eyes open, feeling disgusted and worried about the serial killer you had to profile this time, but also completely exhausted. Spencer's hoodie felt so comfortable that you hugged yourself hoping for some comfort, and then you noticed that he was looking at you. You smiled at him from where you were, wishing you could sit on his lap to listen to the rest of the meeting, while he circled his index finger on the left side of his chest, where his heart was. It was a sign he had adopted to let you know you were there. Derek, who was next to him, watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself. Several times he had noticed his coworker doing that but until now he could understand why.

“We're leaving for Boston in an hour, just pack your bags and come back here. We'll better build the profile on the jet,” Hotch announced, and most nodded as he got up from their seats. Except for you, who leaned your cheek against the table.

"It's honestly not how I planned to spend my Saturday morning," Penelope complained, pouting in disappointment.

"Well, neither do I, but this isn't paperwork that can wait for Monday”

"Are you alright, lover boy?" Morgan asked now, paying attention to Reid's hunched posture. "You look like you're going to pass out at any moment”

"We didn't sleep well"

"We?" Prentiss pointed out accusingly. Spencer frowned at her, not noticing his mistake, but when he finally did, nerves invaded him.

"I meant me. I didn’t sleep well. I had… some things to do”

Yes, things.

"Huh, I see," she scoffed, not believing him one bit. That he had spoken in the plural and you were in the same condition only gave the team the confirmation they needed.

You had spent the night together.

"See you in a bit," Rossi said goodbye and the rest soon left through the same door as him. Only when Spencer made sure no one around did he come up to you.

"How come you can fall asleep anywhere?"

“It's my superpower. You're a genius, I have this” you teased, hearing your boyfriend giggle before taking a seat next to you. Once he was there, he started stroking your back gently, as if he wanted to comfort you.

"I take you home?"

"If there is no other option" you sighed, getting up from your comfortable position only to lean against his chest in a hug. Spencer loved physical contact, so he didn't put up the slightest resistance. "Have you ever thought what it would be like for us if we had normal jobs?"

"What do you mean?"

"Outside the FBI"

"Do you want to quit?" he asked, feeling alarmed, but you shook your head against his chest.

"No, is not that. I love this unit. I only asked myself if it would be easier if we worked on something... I don't know, less demanding, that would allow us to have days off or that it wouldn't take us out of your apartment at 4 in the morning. Something safer” 

"If that were the case, we wouldn’t have met"

“Did you always want to be an FBI agent?” you asked, raising your head so you could look at him. Your eyes looked bright in the light from the room, something Spencer couldn't ignore.

"Not always. There was a time when I wanted to be a cowboy”

"A cowboy?" you laughed, but with no intention of mocking. Of all the occupations that was the one you had least imagined for a mini-Reid "Well, you know what they say, save a horse..."

You expected him to complete the sentence, but seeing him scowling because he clearly didn't understand your country reference was enough to make you laugh and ask him to just forget it.

"And you? Did you always want to be an agent?”

"No," you said immediately. You had thought about it many times “When I was little I wanted to be a vet”

“A cowboy and a vet. That doesn't sound so far-fetched, maybe one day I would have even called you to take care of one of my animals."

"And then I would have fallen in love with the gorgeous cowboy Mr. Spencer Reid" you smiled, looking affectionately into the pretty eyes of the aforementioned "Can you imagine?"

"Maybe we really were already destined"

You liked to believe so. You liked to think on a daily basis that as horrible as being a profiler could be, every decision in your life had been worth it just to get to know people like your coworkers. That the world wasn't so horrible if it had allowed you to have a boyfriend as wonderful as the man in front of you.

"You're the best I have, you know that?" you exclaimed without hesitation "The best" you repeated and Spencer pulled you back into a hug just to avoid the embarrassment of you seeing his slightly moist eyes. Your face was leaning comfortably against him and your ear enjoyed the soft beat of his myocardium “I like to hear your heart”

“Did you know that a study showed that two people's heartbeats can be synchronized when they are in love?”

When he told you this, your ear was pressed against his chest and your hand went up to your neck to press it on the pulse line, paying attention to the rhythm of both of you. You smiled widely when you saw that, as always, your boyfriend was correct.

“And if one day we part ways? Will we keep beating at the same time?”

“I don't know, but I don't plan on checking either,” he assured you. Spencer really did see a future with you, and you inevitably did the same.

Before you got up you made sure to kiss him nicely on the lips and you left the boardroom hand in hand, arguing over which of your departments you would go to first. You didn't count on the fact that JJ would still be at the entrance, that when you arrived she looked at your perfectly intertwined hands.

"Hi," you said nervously, both of you letting go as a reflex, "Why haven't you left yet?"

“I need to close the door. I have the keys” she smiled. It was obvious, but you had forgotten it because you were chatting.

"Huh, yeah. We are very sorry. See you in a while"

"Good trip," she said, with the most teasing smile she'd ever given you.

You two rushed out of there and when you got to the elevator you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"For God's sake, is today the day we have to expose ourselves to the whole world?" you exhaled, covering your face with both hands to hide your blush.

"At least no one has seen us kiss yet"

If Emily had been in that elevator, she would have laughed in Spencer's face.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #JJ #penelope garcía #david rossi #emily prentiss #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 11: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - Winter Soldier

Summary: Home alone, you think it's safe to have some 'special time', but unbeknown to you, he's there, always watching and admiring.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content, stalker!winter soldier, masturbation, sex toys, loneliness, exhibitionism, voyeurism

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Being the adoptive daughter of the infamous Alexander Pierce wasn’t always as exciting and full of potential danger as you’d expect. For the most part, you are confined to your heavily guarded home 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Despite being an adult and wanting to live your own life, your father deemed it too dangerous that you could be captured and used for ransom.

Throughout your life, you’d never even seen one second of action or risk, and some would say that just means your father has protected you to the best of his abilities. There is a point, however, where you need something exciting in your life even though there are only limited ways to get any thrill.

This usually occurred when you were home alone, like tonight. Bored out of your mind whilst watching the TV attached to the wall in the living room, your dad walked past, clicking a button on his phone before tying his show lace. Glancing at the time on your phone, you assumed he was going to work, considering it was so late; you knew better than to ask him what was wrong to demand his time.

Walking over, your dad briefly paused to lean down and kiss your forehead, pretending he cared, but there was nothing Alexander Pierce truly loved more than Hydra. He didn’t even need to say that he was leaving as your dad prepared to leave, assuming you had caught on to his gathering of stuff that he would be going, but before he could step out of the door, you shouted in his direction, “Am I expecting company tonight?”

Your Dad knew who you were referring to. The Winter Soldier. The assassin whom you’d met on numerous occasions tended to turn up unannounced to your home in search of your father to debrief or receive new orders, so you made sure to ask regarding his whereabouts so that you could be prepared for a midnight visit.

“No, he’s a couple of states away on a mission and not due to be back for another few days. I’ll lock up on my way out; don’t wait up for me”. Without another look or even an ‘I love you’, Alexander Pierce left out of the front door, and the sound of the shutters around the windows started to descend, and the thick locks on all doors clicked into place.

You were locked in, and as soon as the metal stopped creaking and you knew your dad’s car had driven off, you sighed in sweet relief at finally being home alone. It was almost like an automatic reaction for your body to become horny as soon as you were locked in, knowing that no one would interrupt and you had free reign to do whatever you pleased, which would always be masturbation.

Turning up the TV loud so you could hear it from your bedroom and not feel as alone, you changed your clothing to just an oversized shirt and nothing more, selecting which vibrator you wanted from the box beneath your bed. Today was going to be the purple bullet vibrator and then returned to the living room.

This was one of the only places where you could feel any sort of rebellion or thrill. Yes, you could and do masturbate in your bedroom just like anyone else would, but being able to do it in technically a public space gave you little bursts of adrenaline. If your father returned home, you’d be able to hear the security system unlocking, but it was also an area that was supposed to be where everyone gathered and had family time. This didn’t refer to your home, though, as you were the only person to use the living area as your father was either in his office, the gym or not home at all.

Lying down on the soft couch, your head nestling into the decorative pillow, you tried to focus your mind into the horny zone. The excitement you anticipated hit you in your gut as you lifted your shirt until it rested over your collarbones to reveal your nude body.

As the chilled breeze ghosted over your skin, it caused a ripple effect of goosebumps to shiver over you, nipples hardening, which sparked pleasure to build in your abdomen and moisture to slick at your entrance. Closing your eyes, your fingers teased over your breasts, imagining they were someone else's hands, exploring the fresh and finding where you were most sensitive.

Pinching your nipples gently, you released a soft sigh as another hand drifted down to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Biting your lip, your knees separated to allow your fingers to collect some of the juices that had leaked from your hole and then spread it over your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in circles.

You were entirely in the zone, feeling increasingly more aroused with breathy moans and whimpers escaping your open mouth each second. This was your favourite place to be, hot and bothered, getting yourself off to feel your cunt pulsing around two of your fingers.

Then you were pressing the vibrator against your clit with two fingers delved into your warmth, curling and pressing on the spot that had your back arching and breaths hitching.

Everything was building, like an orchestra reaching its crescendo, approaching the peak of no return and complete euphoria. Then, the sensation rushed over you. Not the pleasant orgasmic blissful shiver but a haunting, the hairs standing on end over your arms and the back of your neck with unease. It felt like someone was watching you, but that wasn’t the case; the building was locked down, and the security cameras didn't point in this direction.

Your eyes opened on instinct, and fear, horror and dread pulsed through your stomach as you screamed, closing your legs and rushing to stand and cover your body with your shirt. Your knees buckled from the lasting effects of getting yourself off, but you clung to the arm of the couch whilst trying to turn off the vibrator.

It felt like your heart had moved to your throat, with the fear of throwing up and passing out at the same time taking over as you stared unblinking at the man currently sitting in the armchair next to the couch you’d been masturbating on. He was sitting as still as a statute, head to toe, in his tactical gear, even the mask.

“Soldier?” your voice reverberates off the walls you’ve shouted that loud. All it earned you was a tilt of his head to the side, but he didn’t say a single word, so you continued to shout, even though you knew you should have remained calm around someone as dangerous as him. “What the fuck are you doing here? You should have knocked or- something! How did you even get in here?!”

He simply sat there, staring at you with deep blue eyes, his long hair framing his face, his deadly hands resting on the arms of the chair, acting casually like he hadn’t just been sitting there as you feverishly masturbated naked in front of him. The more time passed, the worse your tremors became, almost like you were vibrating with anxiety.

It wasn’t uncommon for the Winter Soldier to not knock when he came to the house however usually your father was present or he’d been anticipated but for him to somehow get in when the house was on lockdown and not be expected, it had you on edge.

“Why didn’t you announce yourself, Soldier?” you tried to sound confident and not fearful, but your voice cracked on the last word, which gave away your anxiety. Your thoughts were going around and around in your head; how long had he been there? How did you not even hear him walking into the room?

The Assets head tilted to the other right, his eyes remaining focused only on your face as he finally began to talk in his low, drawled voice, “Why did you stop?”

Your eyes widened in shock briefly before trying to regain control, “What did you say?”

“You don’t usually stop. Why did you stop now?”

Your heart seemed to stop at this question. Swallowing the thick glob of spit in your mouth, you asked, “What do you mean usually? Have... have you seen me doing this before?”

He nods slowly, and you want to vomit immediately. Closing your eyes briefly, you tried to take a deep breath, hoping it would give you some composure. Maybe this was karma working her evil magic on you, you had decided, for having a kink with being caught, which is why you masturbated in the living room. Why on earth were you now upset when you’d actually been caught?

Sighing and rubbing both hands over your face, ignoring that they were still slightly wet from earlier, you tried to explain to the assassin, “You know, it’s not normal to watch people during intimate times like this. You’re supposed to announce yourself or something”.

“But you look at peace when you do it”, he says in the same emotionless voice. His words catch you off guard, but he continues, “You didn’t finish today like you usually do”.

The way he spoke about what you were doing, you weren’t even sure he knew what it was or the consequences of your actions. You knew his history, who he was and how they controlled him. Did he even know what sex was with all the times his mind had been wiped? He wasn’t acting like a creep, even if he had snuck in to watch you masturbate and clearly had watched it several times before. If he was going to hurt you, he would have done so by now, so tentatively, you sat back onto the couch, still pulling the bottom of your shirt lower over your legs and hiding the vibrator beneath your thigh.

“I didn’t finish like the other times because I didn’t know you were watching; it can make people uncomfortable knowing someone is watching them”.

“Does it make you uncomfortable that you know I’m watching?” his tone lowered with the question he was asking.

“Yes! I don’t want people to watch me do this, and what if my Dad finds out? What if you tell him what I’ve been doing?”

Bucky finally showed some emotion as he frowned in confusion, “Why would I tell your father about this? It has nothing to do with the mission? I like watching you because you seem to enjoy it; isn’t that a good thing?”

He seemed so innocent in his questioning. “Just so I’m getting this right, are you expecting me to continue?” The soldier nods yes in an answer as you release a long breath. “If I say no, will you kill me?” This time, he shakes his head, giving you the answer no, which did little to alleviate the nerves catapulting through you.

Standing up from the couch whilst clutching the vibrator, you rushed towards your bedroom, intending to hide the sex toy and lock yourself in so that you didn’t have to sit looking at the soldier anymore. However, as you stood before the door, you thought it over more. If he’d been watching you all of this time, then what’s the difference with him being here now? He could overpower you any time he wanted, and he didn't want any pleasure back; otherwise, he would have made advances before.

This whole situation came about because you liked the thought of being watched or caught, so why were you running away from that scenario? Having made up your mind, you returned to the living room, where the Soldier hadn’t moved even a strand of hair since you’d left in a hurry.

Sitting back on the couch, your eyes remained everywhere but on him. In fact, as you led back down, you closed your eyes with the hopes that not being able to see him would help to calm the pounding of your nervous heart.

Your nipples were still hard, so you pressed on them through your shirt with trembling fingers, not quite believing you were in this situation. The wetness from your earlier escapades was still evident over your thighs, which you sept firmly closed. Biting your lower lip until it hurt, you kept stimulating your nipples by rubbing the peaks around in circles before pinching them to elicit more of a reaction between your legs.

It worked after a couple of minutes as your muscles lost the tension and melted into the cushions further. Eventually, your thighs were spreading as you tried to only think about that orgasm that had been so very close to pleasuring your body but had quickly disappeared from the soldier's appearance.

With your legs now parted and cunt on full displaying, facing the Asset at the end of the couch, you turned the vibrator on, deciding to go straight for the toy this time rather than playing around first. Pressing the device just above your clit, you released a breathy moan, thighs shaking with the increased delight.

This time, your body heated to the point of sweat, and your face hot to the touch because no matter how much you tried to think of anything else, it always came back to the man sitting near you. With your hips jolting and rolling to push against the vibrator, your fingers moved the shirt further up your stomach, revealing your navel and breasts so you could rub and play with them without restriction.

Then, to both your horror and delight, the Winter Solider flashed into your mind, but this time, it was him hovering above you, using his gloved hands to press against your nipples. Your moans increased in volume, back arching with this thought as you begged your mind to continue this naughty thought.

Releasing your breast, your hand trailed down your body, tickling the delicate skin before dipping past your clit and two fingers into your drenched cunt. You were sure he had thicker fingers than you, but the thought of him between your legs, curling them right into that beautiful spot, his other hand holding the vibrator to your clit, had you whithering around on the couch.

Your pussy clenched harshly around your fingers, trying to draw them deeper, needing their fullness. You weren’t sure when it was, but at some point, your eyes opened so that you could look directly at the man in question, who still had failed to move from his seat in the armchair. You weren’t looking at his body thought; you were looking at those sparking blue eyes partially hidden beneath his hair as they continued to look at just your face like he only wanted to see the pleasure you displayed rather than just touching yourself.

“Oh god”, you groan aloud to these thoughts, legs spreading further open and half-flopping off the couch as you curl your fingers faster and harder. You wished it was his fingers touching you, getting you off and bringing you close to the point of orgasming. The vibrator stroked back and forth against your throbbing clit, and that was all the additional stimulation you needed to reach your peak.

Your eyes finally closed once more as you came hard, body shaking and curling in on yourself with each pulse of your pussy around your fingers. You hadn’t orgasmed that hard in months, so it took you a couple of minutes to try and catch your breath and come out of the buzzing created by the euphoria. 

Now what? You thought whilst turning off the vibrator entirely and leaving the two of you in complete silence. The assassins still hadn’t moved, and for a brief second, you thought of his arousal. Could he even be turned on? Was that a function the scientists allowed him to keep while brainwashed? Was he watching you enough to turn him on?

The thought was swiftly pushed out of your mind as you realised he was the fucking Winter Soldier, the highest-trained assassin who was also 70+ years old; this was probably last on his list of things to be worried about. Sitting up whilst covering your body with your t-shirt once more, you struggled to think what to say or do.

“Do you want me to call my Dad to tell him you’re here for a debrief?” From the corner of your eye, the Asset nodded. You stood to take the call in your bedroom, but as you stood, your eyes briefly looked at him more clearly and noticed that he very evidently had an erection with the way his tactical gear was tented at the crotch. For some reason, this made you feel relieved that he had been turned on by what you saw, and it wasn’t just a one-way situation.

Standing and walking into your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed with your phone raised to your ear.

Your dad answered immediately with a stern tone, “Yes?”

“Uh hey, Dad, just to let you know, the Soldier’s here”.

“What?” came Alexander Pierces’ concerned voice through the mobile.

“Yeah, he just turned up a couple of minutes ago in the living room”.

“Well, tell him to get back to the compound. I won’t be home tonight, so he needs to come here”.

Finishing the conversation with him, you stood to tell the Soldier his orders but found him nowhere in the building, not in the living room, kitchen or even by the front door. He had simply vanished, and what's more, the alarm was still in place, which meant he had a way of getting in and out of your home without triggering the alarm, which you were sure if it terrified or excited you.

#Winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mine*

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Coming Back || Björn Ironside x Oc

gifs by: unknown & @gifshistorical

Summary: Bjorn returns back to Wessex just in time for the birth of his first child with Evangeline. After being forced into marriage, it is the first time they see each other after the wedding.

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Kingdom of Wessex

“Move it!” Björn yells as he moves past servants and guards rushing around the place. Ragnar follows, amused at his son’s mood. They had just set foot back in Wessex after news came that Evangeline was expected to give birth very soon. Of course shocked, Björn wanted to be by his wife’s side when his first child is born.

The married couple had not seen each other in many months as he left right after their consummating ceremony. Although their marriage was only a political matter, Björn still cared about her.

“Ah, my son-in-law! How are you Björn?” King Ebert opens his arms wide. Björn awkwardly looks to his father before hesitating and moving closer to the King who pulls him in for a hug and a pat on the back.

“My dear Evangeline has missed your presence, but rest assured, her pregnancy has been very smooth. I pray to the God above that she delivers the child safely without much pain.” He does the sign of the cross as Björn slowly nods. “And where is she? The soon to be mother of my child?” His deep voice questions the King.

King Ecbert beckons a servant, “Take them to the birthing room,” And with that, Björn quickly follows the servant, Ragnar following suit but not before giving a look to the King.

The two walk into a hallway where they could already hear Evangeline’s cries of pain. Björn stiffened at the sound of her screams, it was his first time becoming a father so he did not know what to expect. Ragnar takes ahold of his son’s upper arm making him stop. “When you go in there, she is obviously in a lot of pain. Take her hand, comfort her. And pray to Freyja.” He says lowly to Björn who just nods before exhaling from his nose.

The servant waited in front of the door. Björn nodded and the door opened revealing his wife pacing slowly around the room. Her hands on her back as she breathed heavily. Her hair was sticking to her shiny face and her white gown slightly covered with blood. Evangeline had not yet noticed his presence in the room.

Another cry left her mouth as she threw her head back, massaging her stomach as servants press a cloth to her sweaty forehead. Ragnar stayed leaned up by the door, his eyes scanning around the room. “Evangeline…” Björn called out making the princess turn her head to his direction.

In a matter of seconds, she stormed up to him, hitting his chest a few times. “Where have you been! I have been waiting for you-“ She stopped mid sentence as she winced and leaned her head against his firm chest. “Because of you, I seem to be fighting against a demon inside my stomach!” She fumed before she turned back around and continued pacing.

Björn watched his wife in shock as she kept yelling “get out, get out, get out” over and over. He looks behind his shoulder to his father for help but Ragnar only chuckles. “Sounds like a typical Viking baby” He shrugs as Björn walks to Evangeline. He takes her shoulders, “I think you should this to the bed, yes?” He says to her with his slight accent.

“I think that is a great idea, my Prince. Let’s go lay down in the bed shall we?” An older handmaiden gently takes Evangeline’s hands and move her to the bed. Now that he was married to the Princess of Wessex, he was technically considered Prince. It sure was still new to Björn.

Evangeline laid down on the bed with her husband trailing behind, his hand on her lower back. Björn takes ahold of her hand, just like what his father told her to do, placing a kiss on her knuckles before silently praying to Freyja.

“Princess, you need to start pushing!” Evangeline screams in pain but nonetheless pushes. “What are you doing?” She says in between her yells of pain. “Praying to the Goddess Freyja, so that you safely deliver our son or daughter” Björn says as he looks her in the eyes.

She doesn’t say anything but continues to push, tears streaming down her face from the pain she was experiencing. “This baby is going to be the death of me!” She screams before she gives one final push, her hand squeezing hard with Björn’s but he did not mind.

For the first time that afternoon, the villa fell silent until the noise of a baby crying broke it . Evangeline fell back on the bed, exhausted with her eyes closed. Björn stares amazed at the newborn, his child, a daughter. The handmaiden wraps the baby in cloth before taking her to the exhausted mother.

“Look, isn’t our daughter beautiful?” Björn softly whispers in Evangeline’s ear as she slowly opens her eyes, her daughter resting on her chest as tears of joy flow down her face. Björn couldn’t stop smiling at the little human being he helped create.

“She’s beautiful,” Evangeline whispers, looking down at the baby. “What should we name her?” The Princess looks at Björn with searching eyes as he takes a moment to think before looking to his father.

“I think we should name her Ingrid. It means beautiful goddess, because I know our daughter already is one,” He smiles down at the baby, her tiny hand wrapping themselves around Björn’s finger. Evangeline’s eyes move to Björn as everyone in the room exchanges looks.

No doubt were they questioning the name of the Princess’ child as it was old norse originated. “Ingrid. Princess Ingrid. I like that name,” Evangeline says softly as Björn smiles at her and kisses her cheek.

“Where is my granddaughter!” King Ecbert rushes in and stops to see the sight infront of him. His eyes immediately soften before coming to his daughter’s side, Evangeline notices his older brother Aethulwulf standing by the door awkwardly. Evangeline carefully gives her father Ingrid as the King admires his granddaughter silently.

The young Princess beckons her older brother who takes a hesitant step forward. He moves past his father and engulfs the younger in a hug. “How are you dear sister?” He rubs her back as Evangeline lets out a breath. “I’m fine. Though rest and sleep is all I can think about right now,” She chuckles as the others around do the same.

King Ecbert than passes Ingrid to her uncle. Evangeline watch as the two fuss over her daughter as she rests her head on Björn’s chest. “Thank you for being here,” She looks up to him with a gentle smile. He says nothing but moves her closer to him and places a kiss on her forehead.

The door opened and revealed Lagertha and Ragnar. The famous Shield-maiden immediately moves to the bed where the couple laid. She engulfed Björn in a tight hug before giving Evangeline one aswell. Lagertha moves to the other side and Aethulwolf passes Ingrid to her.

“Oh she’s beautiful,” Lagertha softly says, looking at Evangeline and Björn. “What is her name?” She questions as she brushes Ingrid’s cheek. “Ingrid.” Evangeline answers with a proud smile. “Ingrid.” Ragnar nods, moving behind Lagertha to look down at the baby in her arms.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful baby,” Ragnar acknowledges with a smile and winks at the young Princess.

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[junipers-archive]

Power-Outage

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: fluff, fluff, fluff spencer x reader when a power-outage occurs and spencer being spencer and being adorably the perfect boyfriend

Dark. It is dark and you're alone and its honestly embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone to call your boyfriend. I mean...who's still scared of the dark? What're you 5?

It's two in the morning and you shouldn't be calling, really. You've only been dating for a few weeks, but he's Spencer, he's technically been your best friend for 4 years, 3 months, 2 days. and...about 18 hours, but who's counting? You convince yourself you just need to hear his voice, his sweet, safe, angelic-

"H-hello?"his voice breaks from that of someone just woken up at an ungodly hour by his co-dependent girlfriend who so happened to have accidentally hit the call button while she was second-guessing herself.

Maybe he'll hang up? Maybe you can convince him you butt-called him in the middle of the night tomorrow at work? Or maybe-

"Y/n baby I'm really gonna need you to respond before i drive over there." he sounds calm, not at all agitated, not at all like someone woken up at 2 in the morning, he sounds...like Spencer

"Hi..." You exhale into the mic with relief. You should say something, really say something, apologize, yes that's what you'll do "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called, god I'm so idiotic...I just-well the power just went out and its 2 in the morning and I really should get some sleep but-"

You're cut off by the jingling of keys on the other line.

"Spence you still there?"

"I'm on my way." Was that a car door?

"On your wayy..." It takes you second, or it takes your un-caffienated and sleep deprived brain a second to realize he means he's coming over to your house. Your home. Where you live.

And yes you're bestfriends with him and you've had sleepovers before but that was when you were ready. That was when you had cleaned.

"No! Spencer No! That is completely unessecary! I'm fine! I just wanted someone to talk to and I thought-"

The engine of his car starts. You can hear him trying to repress the laugh that graces your ears every time he knows something you're trying to hide from his genius mind.

"I'm already pulling out of the drive-way, forget about it. Plus I know you're afraid of dark."

Maybe he'll turn around if you just- "Spencer. I am not afraid of the dark. That is childish and obsurd and I mean im not a little kid anymore! You can just go home, go to bed and forget this ever happened"

There's a silence on the other end, besides the hum of the car, absolute silence.

Until, "Do you still have the candle I got your for Christmas?"

Of course. Of course Dr. Spencer freakin Reid wouldn't believe you. I mean he knows you better than anyone. What were you thinking?

"Yea spence. Yea I have the candle"

He hums in response and you can practically hear him grinning on the other end.

You admit defeat.

"Can you at least bring over some marshmallows? I'm all out from our last movie night." You would honestly rather have him over as soon as possible if it weren't for your hideous room and the pile of "i'll get to it" in the living room haunting your mind. This will at least buy you time.

But again he's dr. reid. "I've already got some from my stash, jumbo and small and snowmen shaped. And of course hot chocolate!"

He's perfect. He's everything and more you could've asked for.

And yet. ANd yet. At this very moment you'd like to strangle him. And not that impersonal type of cowardly strangle like really just-

"Don't be embarrassed baby. I've already seen your room at its worst. I'll be there in ten, turn on the candle and read your books for now."

You hear him knock on the door a few minutes later, as to not disturb the neighbors. Because of course, he's Spencer and would've thought about that too.

You run with the only flashlight you have to the front door, and you're greeted by a ruffled, grinning and ever-charming Spencer with his satchel stuffed with god knows what and wearing his periodic table of elements pjs.

You mirror his grin almost immediately, albeit sheepishly and look down to hide your own embarrassment...only to find him wearing the pink bunny slippers he'd stolen from your house only a few days ago.

With that all or any ego-preservation skills were out the window. He was here already...right?

You let him in, still staring down at your shoes as he leads you two straight for the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to find the ingredients and kitchenware as if he'd lived there his whole life.

You take a seat at the kitchen's island stool, and watch him work.

This should be embarrassing. I mean it is. It is!

That is, until he hands you a steaming cup of hot chocolate with little snowman marshmallows dissolving on top and smiling like he hasn't just driven 8 miles with these ingredients to make you happy because you called him.

You called him at 2 in the morning.

And with that the unease floods back. And you're hiding your face in your hands and mumbling something incoherent.

This is when he finally speaks. "So...you wanna build a fort?"

You rub your eyes and look up at him. "i-i'm sorry?"

"We should build a fort." He's assertive in this, something at another time you would've found very hot, but at this moment it concerns you. Because to any other person what you've just done would be unacceptable.

"You...want to...build a fort?"

"I find it helps, I mean...at least when I was younger my mom and dad, they used to help me build forts when the power went out. To distract me if anything. It was kind of the only time I remember them getting along."He chuckles and looks down bashfully.

And now all you can think of is building a fort with the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Yea, yea i'd really love it if we built a fort."

And you do, you build a fort with what now you deem as you're future husband. Lighting the other candle he brought you on the counter that fills the air with your favorite scent and finding battery power camping lamps in your closet to light up the room.

He tells you stories about the kinds of forts he used to build and to the best of both your abilities you try to recreate his favorite.

By around 5:30 in the morning the sun is rising and you're both past out in the center of the monstrosity you two created while high on a sugar rush provided by the hot chocolate and one two many marshmallow snowmen consumed.

But you'll remember this for the rest of your life you think. You'll remember Spencer for the rest of your life. Because no one, no one would understand how to make you forget your biggest fear like he did.

While surrounded by darkness all you could see was him.

He was your light.

He was your light, and for as long as he'd have you, you'd be his too.

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween, everyone! Yes, it’s still technically Halloween, so I’m getting this in while I still can. I kept meaning to write this all month, but I never actually remembered to--one Hocus Pocus viewing later, and voila! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Getting in the holiday spirit, you, Matt, Karen, and Foggy to a themed Halloween costume, enjoying drinks at Josie’s after work when you make a passing comment. Come the end of the night, an opportunity arises that lets both you and Matt explore your words from the bar.

Warnings: Fluff (friendly banter, Matt and Reader are close, Reader knows about Matt’s hobby), swearing, smut (oral- f!receiving (cuz Matt can’t help himself), cowgirl, praise, p in v unprotected sex, more smut insinuated), bad plot because I wanted to write this so don’t @ me

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 2,363

“Well, if I do say so myself, we look good,” you sigh as you lean against the bar counter. “I think we need to do an office theme group costume every year.”

“I don’t know about that,” Matt he says, clearing his throat before sipping his beer.

“No, I agree with (Y/N)—we look damn good,” Foggy seconds, tipping his hat. 

“Agreed,” Karen sighs. “Best law firm in the west.”

“I just don’t remember agreeing to the Western theme,” Matt adds with a shrug. 

“Well, it is what it is. And, think of it this way: we’ll be an economical option for any new faces that wander into the bar or we meet in passing tonight.”

“I’m not following,” he trails. 

“Well, you know what they say, Murdock. Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” you tease, lightly bumping your hip into his. Matt clears his throat as he shakes his head in amusement and annoyance while Foggy and Karen double over in laughter. 

“It wasn’t that funny,” you say with furrowed brows. “How much have you two had to drink?”

“We might have started at the office while you guys wrapped up at court,” Karen admits, but you can tell there’s something off in her response. 

“Well, don’t go too nuts, yeah? My liver hurts at the idea of how much you two might drink tonight.”

“And I don’t think (Y/N) or I want to have to maneuver the streets of New York on Halloween to make sure you get home safely,” Matt adds.

“Mm!” you hum, cutting your drink short to agree with Matt. “And don’t even try to counter with cabs and ride-shares—never on Halloween.”

“Fine,” Foggy concedes. “We won’t get too sloshed, I promise. Scouts honor.”

“You weren’t a Scout,” Matt interjects.

“Just take the sentiment, hm?”

Matt and you turn to one another, speaking in your longtime friend telepathic bond before you turn back to your friends and tip your hats in unison.

“Sounds good, partner,” Matt says with a twang. 

“Yeehaw,” you second. 

“You should really wear flannels more, Matty,” you tell him as you walk arm and arm down the sidewalk, Foggy and Karen having broken off to walk towards their apartments.

“Thanks,” Matt nods. “I’ll make sure to add some to my shopping list.”

“Come on, it feels soft, and it must be keeping you nice and warm.”

“It is. You good? Staying warm?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Anyways, I have a human radiator walking next to me. It’s just a bummer that your apartment is before mine.”

“I’m not letting you walk home alone. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“And I’ve told you I don’t like you walking home by yourself, either. You might have all your abilities to back you, God forbid anything ever happens, but to the rest of the world, you’re just a blind man walking the street. I worry about you, Matty.”

“Well, how about you just stay over tonight?” he suggests. “We don’t have to worry about each other. I’ll even throw my Columbia sweatshirt in the dryer since you’re chilly.”

“What, no cuddles?” you joke.

You don’t need to have Matt’s super hearing to hear how his breath hitches at my words. 

“I mean, if it’s a dealbreaker, I guess I can cave on it,” he chuckles.

You move to take off your hat, holding it in your hand as you rest your head in his shoulder. “Okay, Matt. You’ve got yourself a deal, lawyer-man.”

Matt laughs lightly a little more, holding your close as you round the corner to his building. When you make it up the stairs and into his loft, you hum in delight as you feel the warmth of Matt’s apartment wrap around you like hug, the lights from the billboard bathing the entire place in glorious reds and blues.

“Let me go get some clothes and throw them in the dryer for my chilly best friend,” Matt smiles, putting his hand lightly in the small of your back as he moves behinds you. The movement brings goosebumps to your skin and makes your cheeks burn hot. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lie. “Still a bit cold, I guess.”

“Then it’s good I’m going to warm you up, then.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose and bit the inside of your lip, trying to keep the tingliness you feel at bay. While he does that, you sit on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself as you wait for him. 

“Those should be good in fifteen minutes,” he says with a smile, glasses off, sitting next to you. “You’ll have to suffer just a bit longer, I’m afraid.”

“I think I’ll survive,” you sigh dramatically, resting your head in your hand, your elbow propped on the back of the couch. 

“You have fun tonight?”

“I always have fun with you guys. The question is if you had fun.”

“I did,” he smiles, copying your body language. “But I think you want to tell me something, though.” 

“That’s not fair you can tell things like that,” you grumble. 

“But spot on,” he smirks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry if what I said at the bar crossed a line.”

“What did you say?”

“The horse and cowboy thing.”

“It’s okay. You saw the opportunity and took it. It’s a good joke. And it’s okay to be a little horny on Halloween.”

You swallow as you feel your heart begin to tick up. “Are you saying you’re horny tonight, Matty? Is that why you invited me back?”

“No.” You’re suddenly very aware of how close he is. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.” His forehead rests on yours. “Please tell me you’ve thought about it.”

Leaning forward, you close the small gap between you and feel his lips on yours, soft, warm, and welcoming. His hand cradles your cheek, slowly moving to the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. You sigh into his lips, focusing on the way his scruff scratches against your skin and how his mouth moves against yours. While you get yourself lost in the fluidity of his lips, you’re unaware of how his body reacts to you. When his hands move to grip your waist and bring you on his lap, you gasp, your lips opening into an “O” as a bright smile spreads along his face. You bring your hands to hold his face, pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your bodies rocking back and forth on the couch. Matt’s finger scrunch up the blend of your shirt in an effort to hold you impossibly close to him, pulling his lips from yours to press large, damp, needy kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. You whimper as his mouth secures around your pulse point, feeding on the flesh like a hungry animal. 

With a grunt, Matt lifts your bodies from the couch and takes purposeful steps toward the bedroom, his mouth never once faltering from its work on your flesh. Matt leans over on the mattress, locking your body between him and the bed as he moves his fervent kisses from your neck back to your lips, but not before retracing the path he initially took. When Matt’s mouth reaches yours once more, he slips his tongue in, exploring how you taste, smushing your noses together. Your legs latch around his waist, pressing the strained tent in his jeans against your core that you feel growing wetter with each passing embrace.

You clear your head long enough to pull your lips from Matt’s, placing quick and sloppy kisses all over his face before moving to tug at his earlobe. The moan that escapes Matt’s lips is sinful, dipping his head just so to kiss your chest.

“Matty,” you whisper in his ear. “Matty, please. Let me takes these off of you.”

“Yeah angel?” he hums, dragging his nose up your throat.

Removing his body from yours, Matt doesn’t waste any time, ripping open his shirt and quickly discarding the material to his left on the mattress. While he works to get his jeans off, you mimic his movements and take your clothes off as fast as you can when you get an idea. Your panties come off with your skinny jeans and you quickly remove your bra, but not before Matt lowers his lips to your bare stomach and right to your pussy, waisting no time. Judging by the pace that he laps and sucks at the skin, he’s either incredibly horny, or he has thought about doing exactly this for a long time—the manner that his hands palm and squeeze the meat of your spread thighs make you inclined to believe it’s the second one.

Abruptly, he pulls his lips from your core and brings them back to my lips for a deep kiss and letting you taste how you mix with him. The embrace is sloppy and raunchy, making your head spin with delight. Feeling how his rock hard cock presses against you, you take advantage of the situation, rolling you around on the bed and moving down the length of his body.

“Not so fast, Matthew,” you chuckle, gently taking hold of the base of his cock, the heavy weight of his length nothing short of glorious in your hand. Tentatively, you lick the tip of his pink head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and spreading it around before slowly take him in your mouth. Matt lets out a throaty moan, and you hear his head drop onto the pillow. What you can’t fit into my mouth you supplement with your hand, moving up and down him at a steady pace, using your tongue to feel the veins and minute contours of the muscle. The more excited you get, the sloppier your movements become, and the faster the whimpers and whines fall from his lips.

“Angel,” he pants. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me. Good girl, good gi—fuck. Just like that.”

With a delighted hum, you move back up from his length and release him with a loud pop.

“If you liked that, Matty, I think you’ll like what comes next,” you smile. 

Giving him a few more pumps, you move to straddle this hips, hovering just slightly. Sliding on his discarded flannel, you tie it tight just under your breasts and lean forward to take the cowboy hat from his head that has managed to stay on this entire time, putting it on your own. A dopey, lopsided grin spreads across his face.

“And what do you have planned, exactly?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow. 

“What I said earlier tonight,” you tell him, positioning his cock right at your entrance. “I’m going to ride a cowboy.”

With that, you sink down on his length and feel a glorious stretch. Your eyes close in delight, and you can only assume Matt’s expression matches yours from the way he interlaces his fingers with yours. Taking a moment to adjust to his length and girth, you slowly begin to move up and down him. Your moans and pants slowly start to fill the room, the sound making your heart race and your skin grow warm.

“So big, Matt,” you moan as you switch from up and down motions to rocking your hips back and forth. The change makes Matt cry out in pleasure, pulling his fingers from how they’re clasped to hold tightly to the flesh of your hips, guiding you to keep a steady rhythm. One of your hands moves to rest on his abdomen while the other holds onto the hat to keep it on.

“S-shit,” he curses. “You feel so good for me, riding me like that, sweetheart. So wet, baby.”

“Matty,” you moan as you move my hips faster.

“I know, I know. Give me those curves, baby.”

Leaning forward, you move down and kiss him, allowing him to continue guiding your hips.

“Fill me so good,” you mutter into his skin. “Hit the spot.”

“Yeah? You like how I feel in you? Huh? Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The pace and angle starts to become too much, your breathing becoming more erratic and your cries more desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Matt grunts in your ear, placing kisses wherever he can on your face. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant, focusing only on Matt’s skin and how his heart thunders in his chest. It’s just enough to push you over the edge, and you squeeze his cock, your hands desperately clutching onto his shoulders while his hands maintain your momentum. “Matt!”

“I know, I-I’m clo—ohh, fuck!” Matt moans, his hips slapping hard into you, filling you with his load. “Fuck, angel!” 

As you ride out your highs together, you collapse on his chest, your chests heaving from the exertion.

“Howdy,” he chuckles, pushing the hat back to kiss your forehead.

You giggle before you return the greeting: “Howdy.”

“You’re really good at that, you know.”

“You’re not half bad yourself, Murdock.”

Bringing your lips back to his, you kiss him once more, the sweetness and slow nature of the embrace different than the heated passion from your other exchanges. Matt takes the hat from your head, putting it somewhere to the side as he rolls you over, somehow staying inside of you in the change of position. 

“Still want those clothes from the dryer?” 

You smile and shake your head in disbelief. The sass of this man is incredible.

“I think I might be okay, especially if you let me stay in your arms for the night.”

Matt’s fingers ghost up to the knot of his shirt on your body, letting the cotton blend fabric fall to the side and expose your breasts as he lets his lips hover just over yours, teasing you as the corners of his curl up. “I don’t see that being a problem at all, angel. In fact, I don’t have any intention of letting you go.”

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[thebookshopofnightingales]

call me by Crowley's name

Aziraphale x reader x Crowley

summary: Crowley can't be left out of this one. he may not be there in person but he sure as hell wants to feel it all

cw: 18+ only!! lotta language, pure smut no plot, everyone's a switch in this household, threesome (technically?), size kink, reader has a vagina, unprotected p in v, size kink, dirty talk, masturbation (Crowley), light choking

word count: 1.1k

A/N: part 2, at your service ;) read part 1

You hear a snap from the radio and both yours and Aziraphale’s clothes are now piled beside you. You both groan at the sight.

“That’s better.” Crowley amuses. “Now, you're going to fuck each other so I can feel it."

You always love having Aziraphale fuck you. He may come across as this timid little thing, but underneath he’s huge, and he knows exactly what to do with it.

You bite your lip and swing your leg over his lap so you’re situated above his throbbing head. You swipe your thumb over his tip and lick the precum. He can’t take his eyes off of you, absolutely in awe of the filthy sight before him.

“Tastes so good, doesn’t he, my love?” Crowley chimes, and you hum in agreement. “Go on, let him fill you up how you like it, you can take it.”

Slowly, you sink down over Aziraphale’s cock, greeted by breathy moans from all three of you at the sensation, and let him utterly fill you inch by inch. Once you have him seated fully inside you, you let yourself adjust to his size. 

“Oohhh, you’re so big. So fucking big, Angel. You fill me up so well.” You swallow Aziraphale’s moan with a heated and messy kiss.��

“Fuck, I can feel how tight you’re squeezing him. Wish I could see it.” You know that Crowley is touching himself by now and you moan out his name.

“Mmm, Crowley. Wish you were here to see how good he’s stretching me out. Feels so fucking good, ngh.” To that, both Crowly and Aziraphale let out a guttural moan. Both of your boys, so taken by you.

After a minute of adjusting, you begin grinding against Aziraphale, teasing him a little with your limited movements.

“My sweet, you’re toying with me.” He grits. You grin at his response and decide to reward him by lifting yourself up and plunging down again. You both moan out and hear a deep, throaty response from the radio. Aziraphale suddenly has your hips gripped again and begins moving you himself, unable to keep his desires under control. The combination of his huge length and the speed of his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot every time, you’ve become an absolute mess under his control.

“Aziraphale, fuuuuck, so fucking good, you’re so deep.” You moan out praises for your Angel and just as you think you’re reaching your second climax, he begins to slow down.

“Angel, what the Hell did you do that for?” Crowley grits out. He was close too and sounds even more frustrated than you.

Aziraphale strokes your cheek as he focuses on slower, deeper thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You swear, you actually see Heaven when he fucks you.

“Taking me so well, aren’t you?” He says before kissing down your neck again.

“Yes, Angel. Just for you.” You breathe out.

“Crowley, my darling, I hope you’re working yourself nice and slow for me.” Aziraphale has lowered his voice the way that gets you and Crowley weak in the knees for him. You hum at his tone and the Demon, you believe, just whimpered.

“Fuck, Angel. Yes. Anything for you. You make me feel so good.” He whines. You bite your lip and squeeze against Aziraphale’s cock and he releases such a moan that he didn’t intend to let out. It just turns you on all the more.

“Good boy, Angel. Let me hear you.” You whisper.

Suddenly you find yourself on your knees, facing the back window. Aziraphale has hold of your hips as he glides himself back inside you, bottoming out to force moans from all three of you. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Why don’t we let Crowley feel like he’s really here. I want to hear his name on your lips as I fuck you, sweetheart.” You can’t explain the noise that you release at his words, but it’s of need and want and sends you grinding back against him. He starts to pick up his pace, thrusting into you in a way that makes you forget he has a halo.

“Crowly, mmm, fuck! Yes, right there, Crowley, right there!” With hearing his name spill so sinfully from your tongue, he works himself faster and harder back at the bookshop, always loving the sound of his name coming from you.

“Christ, darling, I won’t last much longer with you sounding like that. And with our Angel feeling like- nggh, like that.” You hear the breathless moans Crowley lets out and you let him spur yours on.

“Fuck, Crowley, you’re so tight. Taking me ever so well.” Aziraphale chimes in. The two of you calling each other by Crowley’s name has to be one of the hottest things you’ve done together.

“Crowleyyy, just like that.” Your moans are getting louder and higher the more Aziraphale fucks into you. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Slowly, his hand slides up your front to wrap around your neck and you let the sensation spur you on. The three of you fall into a puddle of moans and groans and Crowley’s name. When Aziraphale’s hand falls from your neck to your clit, you know you’re done for.

“Oh my God, Crowly, right there! I’m so close!” You cry.

“Fuck, Angels, keep going. Keep saying my name.”

Aziraphale fucks you from behind with no mercy, rubbing circles on your clit and moaning to the Gods.

“Come for me, my Angels, come for me, fuckkk.” And with Crowley’s words in your ears, you all come undone together, his name falling from yours and Aziraphale’s lips as he releases inside of you. You see stars while you have the most euphoric orgasm you think anyone could experience. Aziraphale rides out your orgasms and begins peppering kisses up your back, to your neck and then lightly turning your chin to kiss your lips. It’s ironically sweet after what you’ve just been through, your body slowly returning to Earth.

Aziraphale pulls out and, with a swift click of his fingers, you’re both fully clothed again. You sit beside each other and let yourself lean into him, running your hand through his soft curls. He hums innocently and rubs small, polite circles on your thigh.

“Wow.” You breathe.

“Wow, indeed, my dear.”

“Well, Angels, that was fun. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. See you in Hell.” You can almost taste the smirk on his lips as Crowley clicks off the radio.

“Smug bastard.” 

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[zoeykallus]

Hey there!

first of all i wanted to just gush over how incredible your writing is and that i can’t stop re-reading all of your works! they’re just so good!

second i wanted to say how sorry i am to hear about your dog :(( i have a dog of my own and the thought of anything happening to him moves me to tears, so i truly share in your pain 💜

and lastly, i was wondering you’d do the Only One Bed ™️ trope with hunter and a fem!reader? NSFW is accepted and highly encouraged ;) but if you’re not feeling up to it, please put your mental health over this request!! much love 💜

Aloha!

Thank you so much! Very happy to read this. And thank you for your kind words regarding my dog 💚💚💚

Only One Bed trope, with Hunter.... NSFW, sure thing 😁

I don't know what I did here, but I got carried away. Couldn't decide the fluff and/or smut level, so I kinda mixed it up, and I'm not sure what this is, but it's a lot more than I had planned in the first place...

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Warnings: Sexual Content/Suggestive/No Established Relationship (yet)/Smut/18+

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As Hunter and you are stranded in the small scout shuttle for technical reasons, you find yourselves on a very small abandoned outpost. Apparently, the tiny outpost has been abandoned for ages and was only designed for a single person, because there is only one bed. By necessity, you'll have to spend the night here until you're picked up, so you'll have to come to some sort of agreement on the sleeping situation.

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Oral Receiving/Dry Humping/PiV Sex/Fingering

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble, rolling your eyes. Frowning, Hunter asks, "How am I looking at you?" "Like it's any of my fault we got stranded here. The crash was a technical error, not mine." Hunter shakes his head and says patiently, "I'm not upset with you, or your flying skills, I'm upset with the situation." "It wasn't my flying skills though" you insist, already raising your finger in the air to back up the statement. Realizing you've acquired Tech's quirk, you quickly lower your hand again. You're definitely spending too much time with Clone Force 99, you realize. Hunter smiles barely noticeably, raises his hands placatingly, and says, "Yes, I know it was a technical issue. Still, we're stuck here now, and we've both been out for a while, the shuttle is junk and there's only one bed." You sigh and look at the bed, which is neither particularly large, nor particularly small, but in any case a bit too narrow for two adults who don't necessarily want to have physical contact. Hunter has a silly idea, he knows it's not particularly clever, but hears himself say it before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. "We can both sleep in the bed, can't we? There's no fallback, and we're both adults, we've known each other for a while now. I don't think either of us needs to sleep on the floor." The surprised look you give him makes his insides tighten for a moment. But when you finally shrug your shoulders, nod and say, "Sounds reasonable," he relaxes again. However, seconds later, he's plagued by completely different worrisome thoughts. Yes, you've known each other for quite a while, almost a year, and for a few months now he's started fantasizing about you. At first, he was just attracted without really understanding what those feelings were. Hunter has had a few flings, but never a deeper relationship, that was not allowed anyway. Until now, he didn't have to deal with that either, but then you showed up. In the beginning he was only attracted to you, he feels comfortable around you, he trusts you, at work as well as personally. Then more and more factors came into play. At some point Hunter couldn't get enough of your scent, you started showing up in his wet dreams and at some point he started fantasizing about you too when he needed relief.

By now it's clear to him that he has a thing for you, both physically and emotionally, but Hunter has no idea how to deal with it. What's bothering him right now is the worry that he might dream about you again while you're in bed together. Tech had already pointed out to him that he sometimes talked in his sleep. That could be a problem. As you begin to take off your armor, he stares at you as if thunderstruck.

"What is it?" you ask, frowning and pausing in mid-motion. "You're getting undressed?" "Yes. I can't sleep in the full outfit. Can you?" Hunter shrugs uncertainly. "Sometimes." "But it's not necessary now. Basically we're not on duty, we're stranded but safe. So I'll put my gear down" As he still stares at you, you say teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll leave the blacks on, I'm not going to lay naked in bed with you". You can see him gulp, but then he smiles nervously and starts taking off his gear as well. "Okay, sounds reasonable" he says, trying hard not to look, not to admire the way the tight blacks hug your body.

But all he can think about is that you probably don't have anything on under the blacks, like most soldiers. He can't see any bra or panties showing underneath, anyway. He blinks several times, takes a deep breath, and forces his thoughts elsewhere. Hunter may be into you, but he has too much respect for you as a person and as a friend to gawk at you the way he would like to. When you finally lay down next to each other, barely a hand's width fits between you, so close that you can feel each other's body heat, and you can feel how tense he is next to you. You turn your head to look at him. Hunter stares at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as if he needs to hold himself. You frown and think for a while, watching him. You know that a certain tension has arisen between you, already a long time ago, something that cannot be avoided when you find the person you work so closely with attractive. Not only that, but you are sure he feels the same way you do, somehow you sense it, and sometimes you see it in the way he looks at you. He is outrageously handsome, in combination with his deep, slightly smoky voice, his skill as a soldier and the decent heart that beats under his breastplate, he is practically irresistible to you. But you know how regulations are, that clones aren't supposed to be in serious relationships, and you don't want just a fling with no real connection. The thought that he might be with other women if you don't work together for a while has kept you up many a night. But as far as you know, Hunter's last fling was about six months ago. It was about then that you noticed the way he was looking at you, that's when this weird tension started to develop between you. "You seem tense," you say quietly. Hunter swallows, he sighs softly, then says, "An unusual situation."

You talk for quite a while, about all sorts of things, until you feel that you both relax and eventually fall asleep. At some point during the night, however, you wake up, you feel a weight on your upper body and between your legs. Almost as if on cue, you feel warm between your thighs, even before you are fully awake. You blink, trying to get your eyes used to the darkness in the room.

Finally, you realize, one of Hunter's legs is between yours, slightly bent, his thigh right on your now heated center, one of his arms across your torso, almost like a hug. However, Hunter is asleep, probably doesn't even know what he's doing. His leg moves a little, the friction on your pubic creating a pulse that tingles in your pussy, and you clearly feel wetness gathering in the heated triangle between your thighs. Suddenly he seems to stop, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes. His whole body tenses, trying to orient himself in the darkness. You know Hunter smelled your arousal, that's what woke him up. He seems confused at first about the situation you two are in. "Sorry," he mumbles as he realizes how close he came to you in his sleep and wants to pull away. Your hands claw into the top of his blacks, holding him in place, whereupon he reaches with one hand for the small lamp that stands beside the bed and turns it on. It's a fairly dim light, but strong enough for him to see your face. Your fingers are still clawing into the fabric on his chest. Hunter looks at you questioningly. You say, almost in a whisper, "Don't go away." He blinks, pauses. A barely noticeable smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, and you can see his pupils grow bigger almost instantly. He moves his thigh a little between yours, tensing his muscles, rubbing over your pussy. "You want me to stay right here?" He takes another deep breath, knowing full well you'll say yes. You nod and say, still almost whispering, "Yes."

His hand that was previously on the lamp moves to your hip and grips, while his thigh continues to apply friction and pressure to your center. By now the moisture of your arousal has seeped through the fabric and the smell is so intense for Hunter that his cock pressed against your thigh is hard as diamond. His senses and hormones are already dancing tango, everything in him is in passionate flames. He knows exactly, he will enjoy this a lot. But most of all, he wants you to melt into arousal, he wants you to have so much fun that you want to come to him again and again, that when you look at him, you can think of nothing else but his closeness. As he kisses you he is gentle yet hungry, his tongue is so quick in your mouth and has the upper hand that you feel a deliciously sweet helplessness. You trust Hunter, completely, you know you are safe with him. If it's up to you, he can do absolutely anything he wants to you. His lips part from yours, his thigh still pressed to your pubic, his lips close to yours he says in his smoky voice, "My senses are full of your scent, but I think it's time for more, every one of my senses wants to explore you."

Swimming in arousal, you say almost a little breathlessly, "Yes, please." Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He kneels over you, his knees to the left and right of your hips and his hands reach for the hem of the top of your blacks, pulling it up, slowly and deliberately. You watch him lick his lips as your breasts emerge from under the fabric. Then you bring your arms up, so he can pull the top over your head. But he doesn't pull it off you, he keeps your arms and the top of your head trapped in it. He ties the fabric together, so it stays in place. You can't see anything, only your mouth peeks out from under the fabric and your arms are fixed in it. Theoretically you can free yourself, Hunter doesn't want to restrain you, certainly not against your will, he's more interested in creating an erotic illusion. A hoarse moan comes over your lips as his close around one of your nipples and teasingly suck on it. His tongue plays with it, his fingers gently knead the soft flesh. With a lot of skill and passion, he takes care of your boobs with his hands and mouth, making you squirm and let out sweet little sighs. Then, quite unexpectedly, his hand wanders down on you, while his mouth is still playing with one of your nipples, and slips right under the fabric of your black's pants.

At first, you make a small, startled sound, and close your thighs around his hand. Hunter pauses, his mouth moves from your chest to your chin, kissing it gently, and he whispers, "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you, on the contrary. You trust me, don't you?" In response, you slowly open your thighs again and say in a whisper, "I trust you." "Good girl," he coos to you, kissing his way down your neck as his fingertips wander, carefully, gently, through your damp folds. "A good girl indeed, so wet for me". His words tingle under your skin, in your nerve endings. You could listen to his voice day and night, especially when he speaks to you as he does now. Hunter's fingertips find your clit and caress it playfully while his tongue dances circles around your nipple. Your hips automatically buck up, towards him, craving more. One of his fingers finds your opening and tickles it gently, teasingly. "You want to feel me there, don't you?" A hoarse, "Yes," passes your lips. Hunter withdraws his hand from you again, moving further down and pulling off the pants of your blacks, leaving you lying naked in front of him with your head and arms still trapped in your top. You feel his strong hands on your thighs and how he opens them, how his shoulders push in between. Shortly after, you feel his hot breath on your damp folds. His lips softly graze the insides of your thighs, slowly making their way to the center of your heat. You know what's coming, you're in aroused anticipation, yet the feeling as his tongue roams through your wet folds is almost overwhelming. You hear Hunter growl softly, like a predator descending on his prey, as his tongue and lips explore your pussy. Finally, he finds your clit and applies gentle, circular pressure with his tongue, eliciting sighs and moans from you.

Hunter's tongue gets faster and faster, everything inside you tingles, every muscle tensed in arousal, your pussy twitches impatiently and greedily. Then suddenly he lets go of your clit and drills his tongue deep into your opening with a growl, deep from his chest. Like a starving man he licks you out, drills his tongue into you again and again, fucking you with it while his hands have a firm grip on your thighs and your whole abdomen trembles with arousal.

Again and again you moan his name, it is divine, consistently on the threshold between maximum intensity and climax without tipping over, a wonderful, sweet agony. He keeps you on this threshold for quite a while, greedily absorbing your juices. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Hunter, fuck me!" His tongue slips out of your pussy, skims over it once more, circles your clit teasingly before he rises and releases your thighs. You hear soft rustling of clothes and squirm in your top that also serves as your bondage. Your arms are still trapped in it above your head, but your eyes now free to admire him. He is a positively stunning sight, steeled, beautiful. Tanned, tattooed skin stretches over hard muscles. Then your gaze drifts downward. His cock stands erect, hard, thick, gently curved, rounding out the perfect picture you have before you. You're so hungry to feel him inside you, you can feel your juices pooling in your pussy. He shows you a smirk as your eyes meet, he knows exactly what you're feeling, can sense it with practically every one of his senses and he loves it. He leans over you, propped up on his arms, his hips dipping between your thighs, his cock gently nudging your wet hole. "Are you ready for me, girl?" You nod eagerly, "Yes, absolutely ready." Hunter never dreamed this moment would come, but now it has, and he's enjoying every second to the fullest, your scent, every little sigh from you, every movement, just everything he soaks up like a sponge. He applies pressure, his cock parts your wet folds, slowly penetrates you inch by inch. He keeps an eye on your face, careful that you feel perfect. Every little excited twitch in your face is a feast for him, making his chest swell with pride and his heart beat up to his throat. He knows that yours has been pounding behind your ribs since the first moment he touched you, and he loves that beat.

The stretching is glorious, as he finally sinks all the way into you, as he is inside you, his hips nestled against your thighs, his body hovering over yours, it feels like you two are made for each other, perfectly adapted to each other. Feeling his hips between your thighs, him deep inside you, feels so right. You're so aroused and excited, your pussy twitching around his cock even before he moves inside you, eliciting a surprised moan. Hunter starts to move, slowly pulling his hips back and thrusting again.

As he speeds up, the bed beneath you begins to squeak in time with your movements, but neither of you mind. Soon the squeaking is mixed with the sound of bare skin meeting bare skin and the wet sound of his cock drilling deep into your pussy again and again. The friction of his pubic bone is right on your clit, the perfect combination. Your legs wrap around him to pull Hunter closer to you. Your hands wander hungrily over his strong back, his shoulders, and down his neck. He holds your gaze captive with his, penetrating deep into it as he moves inside you. The intensity increases steadily, exponentially. You can't look away, your faces so close together, your breath mixing, your panting and his huffing. However, as you near climax, your pussy tightening around his cock, his eyes roll back, he squeezes his eyes shut, you see his jaw muscles working and feel his thrusts become erratic, his thighs trembling with tension. Sweat gathers on his forehead "F-fuck... where? Where do you want me to-" You don't answer his question verbally, clenching your legs tighter around him, pushing his body tighter against yours as a result. Hunter tears open his eyes, a half-stuttered moan coming out of his mouth as your entire abdomen tightens, the pulse of your orgasm taking him with it. Shortly after, you feel him cum inside you, his seed filling your cleft. Two, three more lewd sounding wet thrusts into your filled pussy, and he stops, breathing heavily.

His gaze finds yours again, and you grin at him in satisfaction. He returns the gesture, then leans his sweaty forehead against yours and whispers, as if he doesn't want to ruin the moment, "I certainly didn't expect that to happen today". "Neither did I," you admit, "But I'm glad it happened." He laughs softly, gently. "Me too" He's still inside you, but you suddenly feel uncertainty rising inside you. "Is it going to happen again?" He chuckles. "Give me about 20 minutes" You say a little more seriously, "That's not what I meant". He lifts his head to look at you, his cock slowly softening inside you, but he doesn't leave your body yet. "You don't want to do it again?" "Yes, I do, but... Not just today." He smirks and says, "I like that thought".

You take a breath and say more boldly than you feel, "I want it to be more than a thought" Hunter looks at you thoughtfully, finally rolling off of you and getting wet wipes out of his backpack that is next to the bed. He helps you clean up, still seeming to be thinking as you wait tensely for a response. Finally, he says, lost in thought, "I never used to worry about that, I never had to worry about breaking that kind of rules." You feel your heart grow heavy in your chest. You watch Hunter dispose of the used wipes, then he lies back down with you, both of you still naked, and covers you both with the wool blanket from the emergency kit you had managed to salvage from the shuttle earlier. To your relief, he doesn't pull back thoughtfully, as you expected. He slides an arm under your shoulders and pulls you close to him. Hunter kisses your forehead, tasting the salt on your skin, and says, "I don't know what you'll face if we get caught, but I, for one, am willing to take the risk of being decommissioned."

Your fingertips brush over his chest, over the tattoo. "Are you sure?" you ask softly. Without hesitation, Hunter replies, "Absolutely sure." You snuggle closer into his embrace, then with a smirk you say, "How long will it take you to get ready for our next round?" He laughs softly, you feel the vibration in his chest before he says, "Just a few minutes, my beautiful."

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[keisha-knell]

The Aftermath

Info: so guys I wrote this scene for a hook fanfic I'm working on and I was thinking maybe I would post the scene on here and get opinions. I obviously won't have a end well maybe but I'm hoping to put it in the fanfic (Wattpad: Cheeselove123, BOOK: JUST PRETEND- HOOK FANFIC) - Please don't copy.

I walked into the back holding a cardboard tray with the coffee Tony ordered, I tapped Tony on the shoulder getting his attention. He turned around greeting me and taking his coffee but he didn’t have his usual smile, “Tony what’s going on?” I asked but he seemed so focused on the monitor. “Y/n” I turned seeing Adam and he looked at me with a worrying expression, “Adam what’s happening?” I asked feeling the panic arise within me.

“Y/n you know Tyler has a match right?” Adam asked and I looked at him so confused, “Yes I know he’s got a match” I said and Adam looked back at Tony. “Well um he’s doing well” Adam said hiding his worry, “Adam everything is not okay so what is going on?” I asked and his music hit. I moved in the gap getting a peak at the monitors, When I saw the monitors I gasped seeing Tyler struggling to get to his feet. I saw Adam page supporting Tyler helping him stand but Tyler just wasn’t having it, he rolled out of the ring and I could see Adam eyeing down Strickland before signalling Tyler back in the ring once Strickland left.

I watched Tyler get back in the ring looking like he was in so much pain, he was on his knees holding on to the bottom rope. The referee and Adam were checking on him before he got back up to his feet, he stood up walking around the ring looking around at he crowd before taking his belt and leaving the ring walking up the ramp. I ran to the side stage door waiting for Tyler only to see Tyler groaning in pain as he walked through the door almost limping. “Tyler” I said grabbing his attention seeing him lift his head with a defeated expression. I opened my arms letting Tyler walk into my arms as I wrapped them around him. He stood there for a second not moving before wrapping his arms around me.

I gently rubbed his back being mindful of the swelling on his back, “You did amazing” I said and he looked down at me forcing a smile. “Hey Kid” I looked behind Tyler seeing Joe walking towards us, Tyler turned around feeling dejected, “Kid your time will come one day I see a lot of potential in you” Joe said and I saw Tyler cheer up a little. Dr Sampson walked past us checking on Tyler following behind Pater who seemed extremely concerned for his son. “Son you alright?” Peter asked placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Dad I’m fine” Tyler mumbled as he hugged me from behind. “I’m going to head home” Tyler said as he rested the side of his head on my shoulder, “I’ll ask Tony if I can head back home with you” I said and I felt his nod against my shoulder.

“Ah Y/n” I heard Tony say as he came rushing towards us, “Tyler great match but are you okay?” Tony asked. Tyler nodded and I looked back at Tony, “Y/n you can take the rest of the night off shows technically over” I looked back at Tyler who forced another smile. “Thanks TK” I said wrapping my arm around Tyler’s midsection walking back to the dressing rooms, back in the dressing room Tyler grabbed his clothes and went to the showers. I heard the water turn on and the sound of the shower door open. I walked into the bathroom seeing Tyler with his hand against the wall letting the water run over him. The grimaces on his face and the expression of pain as he breathed heavily, I walked closer taking my clothes off to join Tyler in the shower.

Lathering some soap in my hands and running them down Tyler’s back, he turned around facing me. He leaned back against the shower wall, running my fingers through his hair and he’s arms wrapping themselves around me. The tips of his hair just barely touching my shoulder as I gently lathered his hair in shampoo. Tilting his head back to rinse I let him finish the rest before washing myself and getting out of the shower wrapping a towel around myself. A few minutes later I finished getting dressed and I was just laying on the bed watching TV when Tyler walked in and plopped down on the bed beside me turning on his side. “Ty you did good today” I whispered and he just stayed in his spot hugging my waist, “But I could’ve won” he said in a meek whisper. “You’ll win it one day just right now isn’t the right time” I reassured him running my hand through his hair.

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Comfort Zone

Remus Lupin x Reader

Main Masterlist

Summary: Remus likes the quiet girl in his class and helps her out of her comfort zone.

Remus Lupin Masterlist

You sat next to Remus as silently as you could, praying Mcgonagal wouldn’t notice you slipping into the back row.

You’d accidentally slept in, which you never do, but today you did. And none of your dorm mates are particularly nice. Or friends of yours. So none of them bothered to wake you.

You saw two of them a few rows ahead of you and one, Jess, looked back at you before notifying the other, Donna, of your presence. You saw them giggling behind their hands before you decided maybe coming to class late was somehow worse. You just avoided looking at anyone.

“Ignore them,” you hear whispered next to you. You jump a little at the sound of Remus Lupin’s voice. He rarely spoke to you. He was Remus Lupin, he didn’t have to. He was smart, witty, attractive, popular, and had practically every girl, and some boys too, at Hogwarts at his feet.

“What?” You whisper after a second of processing. He glances at your roommates and nods in their direction. He rolls his eyes and gives you a pointed look.

“They’re ridiculous. Ignore them,” he says. You press your lips together and look at Mcgonagal again.

“That’s pretty difficult when you live with them,” you mumble. He watches you for a second then he shakes his head.

“They’re just jealous,” he says. You almost laugh outright, and cover your mouth with your hand, thankfully not drawing any attention to yourself. You look at Remus who raises an eyebrow at you, clearly confused.

Why would Jess and Donna be jealous of you? They were gorgeous girls with plenty of friends. You… were not that.

“They have nothing to be jealous of, trust me,” you say quietly. Remus scoffs and you stare at him for a second, extremely confused.

“I know for a fact those girls woke up well over an hour before breakfast to get ready for school just to get attention. Jess hasn’t gotten new robes since third year because she thinks the smaller ones make her look better,” he rolls his eyes. “There are those girls and then there are girls that don’t care what others think and wake up for themselves. You strolled into class late, and I’m guessing you slept in, right?” He asks. You hesitate before nodding a little. He smiles a little and nods at you, glancing over you quickly.

That look that he just gave you has made multiple people blush in the past and you heard a rumor he once made someone faint. You think that rumor might be right.

“They’re jealous because you don’t even try and you look ten times better than them,” he says. You stare at him for a moment, and you can feel the heat on your cheeks. He smiles a little at you before refocusing on Mcgonagal.

When class was over you stood up, but Remus stopped you. “Uh, Y/N,” he says. You look at him as you sling your bag over your shoulder. He stands up and you hate how short you feel. “My friends are having a bit of a get together tonight. Do you want to go?” He asks. Your eyes widen a fraction.

“Me?” You ask. He smiles a little wider and nods.

“You,” he says.

“Um…”

“Please? Dorcas and Marlene backed out last minute and Lily would rather die than let the guys outnumber the girls,” he says. You smile a little. You were friendly with the girls from that dorm, you’ve just never really talked much.

“Um… sure,” you finally say. He smiles and nods.

“Great. Meet us in the common room after dinner, alright?” He says. You nod and walk out of the classroom.

That night, you walked into the common room and Mary ran up to you. “Yes! Thank God you’re here. Lily’s about to completely blow,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you up the stairs towards the boy’s dormitories.

“Um, are we allowed up here?” You ask. Mary laughs a little and shrugs.

“Not technically, but we come up here all the time. The boys come to ours sometimes too. Minnie doesn’t really care,” she says. She pulls you into a dorm without knocking. Inside you see Lily, Alice Fortescue, and the marauders.

“You’re so arrogant, it’s ridiculous!” Lily exclaims, looking at Sirius.

“Why am I arrogant this time?” He asks. Then notices that Mary had dragged you in here and throws his arms out. “Hallelujah!” He says. Everyone else notices the two of you now and Mary pulls you over to sit next to her, so she was also next to Lily. You noticed that you ended up next to where Remus was sitting on what you assumed was his bed. His legs dangled off the side next to you. He smiles at you when you look at him quickly. You smile back quickly and then look away.

“Sirius was just explaining why he should pick the movie for the third time in a row,” Lily says, pointedly. Sirius sighs and puts his hands on his hips looking at Lily.

“Because, Evans, I have the best taste here, clearly,” he says. Mary gasps next to you and puts her hand over her heart. Sirius puts one hand up and gestures to her. “Okay, Mary and I are tied for fabulousness,” he says. You smile a little at whatever this could be called.

“I’ll accept that for now,” Mary says.

“But, fine. If someone else wants to pick, someone else pick. But no sappy depressing chick-flick, I swear to God!”

This starts a whole new argument over what movie to watch. Eventually Remus moved off the bed and sat on the floor next to you.

“Sorry about them,” he says quietly. You turn to look at him, a small smile on your face.

“Don’t be. This is much better than watching Jess and Donna debate over who their next victims should be,” you say. Remus laughs a little and you smile a little more. You did that. You made Remus Lupin laugh. It’s hard not to feel at least a little proud.

“That’s fair,” he says. You smile at him and he nods at the group. “Anything you want to watch?” He asks. You shake your head and shrug.

“I’ve never watched much TV,” you admit. He raises an eyebrow. “I prefer to read about different worlds and picture them myself than have an image thrown at me,” you say. He smiles a little and nods at your words.

“I definitely understand that,” he says. You smile and finally you notice James turning on the TV and was turning on a movie. You shifted a little and got more comfortable, leaning back against Remus’ bed.

A few times throughout the movie random conversations would break out and it was mostly Mary and Sirius trying to get you involved in them.

By the end of the night you were more comfortable with the group and speaking but not entirely.

You noticed how Alice and Lily had fallen asleep on each others shoulders. It was well past lights out, but for once you didn’t mind all that much.

You felt yourself dozing off by the time the movie ended and decided to force yourself to go back to your dorm. Mary looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. “You’re leaving?”

“Um, yeah. I’m tired so I’m gonna head back to the dorm,” you say. Mary nods and moves to stand up.

“I’ll go with you. Traveling alone is spooky,” she says. You smile a little and nod. She shakes awake the other two girls who get up a minute later. Sirius and James had already collapsed on their beds and Peter had fallen asleep on the floor. You were following Mary out when Remus stopped you again.

“Y/N,” he says. You turn back to him and smile. He hands you your cardigan that you must’ve left on the ground.

“Thanks,” you say. He smiles at you and glances out in the hall.

“Uh, do you wanna do this again some time?” He asks. You smile and nod.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say. He scratches his neck and smiles at you.

“You think maybe we could? Just you and me? Maybe Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He asks. You blink at him.

“Um… like…” he nods, making you finish the question.

“A date,” he says. “It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be, though,” he adds. You press your lips together, a smile spreading on your face quickly.

“I’d like that, actually,” you say. Remus raises an eyebrow, smiling at you.

“Great. So… Saturday?” He asks and you nod, smiling.

“Saturday. Goodnight, Remus,” you say and give him one last smile before you join the grinning girl in the hall. After the door’s closed and you’re down a bit of the stairs the girls erupt into giggles and squeals and you find yourself doing the same.

#young remus x reader #remus lupin x you #young remus imagine #remus lupin x reader #young remus x y/n #marauders era

[ashwhowrites]

Hi I've never requested before but I was thinking abt best friend!Eddie who's always been there for you. And when a guy leads you on, he realizes he's in love w you and confesses to u. Idk I was thinking abt it, and it has me blushing and shi 🤭

I used she her pronouns in the request but it can be gender neutral too idk whichever u prefer ❤️

Very cute request! I miss fluff Eddie :) starts a little angsty

I hope this what you were looking for

I had the worst writers block trying to figure out how to write this to where I liked it, so if you dislike it please tell me because I will scrap it and try again 😭 not proofread :)

Y/N has been in love with Eddie since she met him her junior year. It started as a big crush on the curly haired boy but grew the more she was with him. Now she stared at his lips a little too long, wondering what they tasted like. She hugged him just a little bit longer than anyone else. She felt like she was giving hints but he blew right past them. Bragging about his latest hook up after his gig. The same gigs she went to every week. Trying to hold tears back when she'd watch him walk out the door, a new girl hanging on his arm.

She had to accept Eddie Munson was not into her. She needed to move on.

Moving on was a tad bit easier than she thought. After she watched Eddie walk off with his latest date, a guy sat next to her.

He was beautiful. He bought her a drink and they talked for hours. For once she left the hideout with a smile and not in tears.

She gave her number, waiting patiently for him to call.

~~

Her and Eddie were in the middle of game night with hellfire. Screaming as they played.

She was in the middle of fighting with Dustin over the rules when her phone rang. Eddie picked it up as she was occupied.

Placing the phone on the counter near the wall, he walked over to the table.

"um Y/N?" He said. She looked up at Eddie, stopping mid argument.

"yes?" She sighed

"some guy named Logan is asking for you?"

Eddie didn't know why, but he hated the way she smiled and jumped out of her seat. Racing to the phone in seconds.

"Logan hi!" Eddie hated the way she sounded excited.

Who the fuck was Logan?

"a guy is calling for her?" Dustin questioned

The group all looked at each other confused. She never once said anything about a guy she met.

When she came back, still smiling and giggling

Eddie couldn't help but speak up

"so who is Logan?" He asked, smiling. A teasing look on his face.

The look of him smiling at her reminded her just how much he really doesn't care

So she allowed herself to like Logan more than ever.

"um a guy I met at the hideout last week. He's very sweet and cute. I had a really good time getting to talk to him and he asked for my number." She smiled. Blushing as she remembered his charming smile and flirtatious looks

Eddie deflated. She met this guy on HIS territory. HIS band's territory. A place where HE was welcomed and accepted. Logan met HIS girl at HIS second home. It almost felt like a knife in his back

"you met him at my gig?" Eddie scoffed, "really at a bar? You expect something to come out of a guy at a bar? You know what guys at bars are there for right?"

"take home their fifth groupie for the week?" She snapped back. She lets this guy sleep with every girl he sees and never once judged him for it. She gives her number out, hoping for the guy to at least call and he tries to make her feel stupid for it?

Eddie was taken back by how angry and pissed out she sounded. He bit his tongue, because technically she was right. But that didn't stop him from being angry at her and even more angry that he didn't have an argument.

"nothing to say now huh? Maybe he only wants me for sex, and that's fine. But at least he asks for the girl's number you asshole." She stood from her chair, scraping loudly against the floor and she stomped upstairs to her bedroom. Slamming the door and locking it.

Hellfire could let themselves out

~~

"yikes dude. She got your ass" Jeff laughed. Eddie sent him a glare that caused him to stop.

"um Eddie. Not to kick you while you're down, but that was a total dick move. She seems really upset" Dustin said softly

"shut up Henderson. I'm aware that I'm an asshole and she's fucking pissed. I don't need you to paint me the damn picture!" He snapped, hand slamming down on the table. Dustin flinched at the sound and shrunk in his seat.

~~

Eddie gave her the time to cool down before he went up to her room.

His tail between his legs as he knocked on her door

"Y/N?" He asked softly

"GO TO HELL MUNSON" she screamed back

"if you're mad at me then I'm already in hell. Talk to me please?"

He had a plan the second she opened the door, it was time to pull his puppy eyes out. Stick out his bottom lip slightly and begin apologizing.

He heard her sigh and get up from her bed. Opening the door with a very annoyed look

"don't even start with puppy eyes" she pointed her finger at him, letting him pass into her bedroom.

"I'm sorry. That was a total dick move and unfair of me. You were right to call me out on all my hook ups. If you want to date this guy or even just have sex with him. It's not my place to say anything." Even though it killed him to think about her moaning underneath some douchebag from the bar, a douchebag that wasn't him.

"why did you?" She asked, head turning to the side, "why did you get pissed off about it?"

"I don't know. Something about it just made me feel like I got kicked in the stomach." The one thing he adored about her was whenever he didn't understand a feeling, she knew what it was. He never held back from details of what he felt with certain things. She just knew him.

"like you want to cry and beat him up at the same time? Almost like it physically makes you ill to think about him and I together? Romantically and sexually?" She asked

He was taken back from how perfect her explanation was

"yeah exactly. It's almost like I can't even think of you being like that with someone else." He thought out loud. Not noticing the weight behind his words

"Someone else? As in you think of me that way with you?" She questioned

He blushed. He didn't realize how much he thought of her in that way until she asked him.

"I guess I do" he confessed, looking at her as he tries to process what this all meant

"that feeling. That's what I felt when you'd ditch me at the bar every week. Watching you flirt with countless girls and them getting you, your mind and body in ways I refuse to let myself think about. You hurt me really bad Eddie. And just when I finally felt like I was okay with you and all the girls, because of Logan, you made me feel stupid for thinking he liked me. You made me doubt him before we even went on a date. That's not fair." She ranted looking everywhere but him.

But her eyes snapped towards him when she heard sniffles. Looking up at him, his eyes were red, tears falling fast down his cheeks and small hiccups in this throat.

"Eddie?" She asked softly, reaching her hand towards him

"don't" he said, stopping her hand, as he shakes his head. "I don't deserve to be comforted right now"

She nodded as he kneeled to his knees. Tears still working down his face

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was making you feel like that. I should have paid more attention to you. I should have noticed you were upset. I'm sorry for ditching you, I never should have ever left with girls knowing you were right fucking there. You were right fucking there!" He's never been this upset with himself. All these years he could have talked to her and been with her

"Eddie stop. I never told you I was upset. You can't blame yourself for all of this. We both weren't communicating. But I need to know if you like me more than a friend or not?" She didn't want to answer this question for him. She wanted him to say his feelings for once.

"Yes I do. I think if I saw you get even more beautiful than you are for another man. Let him take you out and kiss at the end of the night. I don't think I could handle it" he confessed. He felt like he now understood his feelings. And he understood what he needed to say to make sure she knew. "Do you still like me?" He asked

She tried to ignore the damn puppy eyes. The way he looked up at her, on his knees, with tears in his eyes. She could barely handle it.

She sighed and kneeled in front of him

Cupping his face softly as she wiped his tears

"I do Eddie but I can't throw myself into this to get hurt"

"I won't. I swear. I'll try so hard for you to do this right. Please give me the chance. Baby please?" He begged. Holding her hands on his face.

She nodded with watery eyes

"let's try it" she said, leaning in slowly

His eyes raked over her face. Watched as she leaned in. He leaned in and met her half way.

Lips connecting in a hurry. The kiss was fast, needed, and desperate. Kissing harder every time either went to pull away. Not wanting the moment to end. Heads empty, just feeling their lips finally meeting together for the first time.

"thank you" he sighed as they pulled away

"don't make me regret this Munson" she laughed through her tears.

He laughed through his tears as well. He should have known all along it would be her.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson angst x reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff

[just-some-random-blogger]

The children would respect mama stark 😤

Daemon: FOR THE LOVE OF GODS STOP TRYING TO JUMP OF DANGEROUS PLACES

Y/n : ...children

Triplets : * stop and make a line from tallest to shortest by minutes *

Also i feel like aemond would have a big crush on her , he would be talking to one of her children like :

Ok ...the first one who gives me mommy's panties gets a ride with vaghar

MILF

[Blurb IV for the Stark!Reader Universe]

Aemond Targaryen & the Stark-Targaryen spawn + a hint of Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader [Daemon in the background be fucking quiet]

Summary: AWWW HERE COMES MY FAVORITE MILF

Word Count: >700

Warnings: Shitpost ahead (real), my a/n is longer than the fic (half real), I locked Daemon in the basement to write this AHHAHAHA (very real), crack fic, soft!aemond, aemond simping, and me simping for him, this is honestly pretty long for a blurb but whatever, fluff, typos, etc.

Blurb III Blurb V

A/N: THIS IS MY AUTHOR'S NOTE BECAUSE I'M WRITING THIS AND ADDING MEMES NO ONE CAN STOP ME THE WAY I CAVED SO QUICKLY FOR THIS MAN My reaction to your ask anon: 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

THE FACT YOU wILLINGLY BROUGHT UP AEMOND I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY SOMETHING ANYTHING ABOUT AEMOND AND MAYBE EVEN REQUEST SMTH AND IT IS NIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also i don't know if you noticed bestie, but i set the start of daemon and stark!reader's relationship wayyyyyyyyyy before aemond was alive, cause Aemma was still queen when they got married. BUT FUCK CONTINUITY. IS AEMOND PROBABLY YOUNGER THAN HER KIDS??????????? ASHFA:FOAEW HAHAHHAHHAAHHAAHAHH MAYBE WTF but let's pretend it's totally canon that aemond is a grown ass adult when stark!reader gave birth because it took THAT long for their enemies to lovers to turn into fucking lovers LOLOLOLOL And i literally just answered an ask about how many kids they have and i was like 'idk i didn't even gender or name them' FUCK OFF NOW THATS ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE i still didn't name them though because a;lsfhkalsfhahsfas The incest is real, i got so confused about how they were related to aemond Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @pinksirensong @nyctophilic0vitnir

"Company fall in," Aemond commands. He peers down at the blonde children, hands behind his back, jaw tense. His violet eye narrows, "where is your brother?"

The eldest by technicality answers, "which one?"

Aemond hums at the sass, "obviously the one that is not here."

The siblings look amongst themselves and decide it was one of the twins missing. The youngest of the triplets shrugs, "we don't know where he went."

"Clearly, you don't even care where he went. You will get in trouble with your mother if she hears of this."

"No," the second triplet answers, "you will, cousin."

Aemond's nose flares as he narrows his eyes yet again.

"Aemond," the only girl in the row raises her hand.

"Yes, my love?"

"My braid is falling out," she raises her blonde hair. The flowers Aemond had placed in it moments ago fall. Sequentially, her lip quivers and tears prick in her eyes.

"Oh no," "Don't cry," "It's okay," and things along this line are spoken by the little girl's infinite supply of brothers.

Aemond can only watch as the boys come upon her, picking up her flowers and trying to fix her hair.

"NO I WANT AEMOND TO FIX MY HAIR!" she whines, full on breaking into a sob.

The boys turn to their him in panic. Aemond swiftly picks the girl up in his arms.

"Right," he mutters to the boys as he rocks the child too soothe her. She latches onto him as Aemond continues, "have you lot retrieved what I asked you to?"

"No! They're truly lost!"

"They weren't in the drawers."

"Or the laundry."

"They're," poof sound, "gone for good!"

He hums, readjusting the girl in his arms to look at her, "well it seems no one will ride Vhagar today-"

OUTCRY.

"-and your sister and I," he turns to the boys once, "will busy ourselves with braiding."

She grins as she grips Aemond's cheeks in her tiny hand.

Aemond gives her a lopsided smile.

"Aemond," I call. My son, who had come to me in hopes we find his siblings, releases my hand runs off to the rest of his brothers. "I see it is you who have been entertaining my children."

"MUMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

A stampede of children run up to my skirt. The girl in Aemond's arms wrangle away from him. Once she is released, she runs up to me, flashing her teary eyes and pout.

"Oh my dear, what has-"

"Her flowers fell."

"HE ruined her braid."

"I did NOT!"

"You did!!"

"Boys, that's enough," I quip.

"Aemond and I will braid hairs!" my little girl mutters amidst the chaos of her brothers.

"Ah," I lean down to her and caress her face. I straighten up when Aemond circles around the kids to come up beside me. I give him a look before turning down to the small blondes, "children, have you been heckling Prince Aemond for a ride on Vhagar again?"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Your father will not be happy to hear about this."

"We were only helping him look for your knickers, mummy."

Aemond's blood stills.

"What?"

"There is a knickers thief!"

"Aemond is trying to catch him."

I turn to Aemond who offers a stoic look. He clears his throat and eyes me intently when he says, "the matter has greatly distressed the servants and I have been alerted by it."

"We can't find your knickers anywhere!"

"Because I don't have knickers," I retort to my son, "I do not wear them."

Aemond gulps roughly.

The boys look up at me and one asks, "why?"

"Well, that is a question for your father," I dismiss, cocking my head to the side, "come along. It is time to feed the wolves."

The children cheer, falling into conversation about their direwolves. I turn to Aemond, who was rubbing his temples, stressed by the noise I suppose. I watch as my daughter comes up to him and grabs his hand.

"Aemond, if you still wish to indulge my daughter, you may take her up the chambers while the rest of us head to the wolf den."

"But I want to see the wolfies too, mummy!"

Aemond chuckles airily, shaking his head, "then off to the wolfies."

"But you clearly seem distressed-"

"I assure you, my princess," Aemond reaches his hand out to me. I place my hand in his. He presses a kiss at the back of my hand, "no distress is possible in your presence."

I snort, rolling my eyes. I pull away, "you are such a boy when you tease me."

#dont ask me how many kids are present #i estimate at least 5 #T_T RIP #stark!reader universe #aemond fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond comfort #aemond #house of the dragon fanfic #aemond x stark!reader #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond fluff #hotd fluff #house of the dragon fluff

[nikosama13]

Stolen! Pt.2 (Sanji x Reader)

Description: Your family had created the perfect plan for you.. and that plan was for you to go out with rich men. But you wanted someone who would love you for who you are. But this time your family didn’t give you a choice, since you had rejected everyone else in the past. This time you would marry the man that they had chosen for you. That would always stay like that.. until a blonde-male showed up. Oh, his name..? Vinsmoke Sanji.

(This is Pt.2, please read Pt.1 if you haven’t already)

Side Notes: Hello my loves! Please consider following for more fics, this was rushed because I am currently living off of some off brand chips and soda. (Probably spelling errors + my requests should be open) (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

\Pt.1 of Stolen!/

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~~~ As you two both left Sanji’s place of work people shot you mean glares, whether it was the guests or the cooks themselves. It was as if they knew exactly what had happened a second ago.. 

They were probably just shocked to see you falling for Sanji, because well.. Sanji was Sanji. The way he acted and talked, everyone made fun of him for it. However he just simply ignored them. He opened the door for you, kindly sticking his arm out signaling for you to walk through first. When you did, you saw Sanji’s head turned. It seemed that he was sarcastically smiling and waving at a certain chef. He looked to be around his 60s and was even missing a leg!?

 The older man gave him the meanest look you’ve seen in awhile and snickered, turning away. You brushed off the thought and waited for Sanji to come outside with you. After a few, it had seemed as if you two were walking forever.. Unsure of where he was even taking you. After all he was technically a stranger to you, but his aura and demeanor seems kind and trustworthy. “Ah.. forgive me Miss y/n… I know I never properly mentioned where we are headed to but I can assure you that you’ll love it.” he smiled, his hand slowly traveled towards yours.

You felt a slight burning flush on your face as your hands intertwined. 

Eventually, you both arrived at a small park. It looked as if it was magical, the sunset in the distance and the small animals running around felt like you were a princess. Like all of your dreams were coming true.. “It’s beautiful..” you looked into the distance with shock. “I promised I’d take you somewhere nice~..” he smiled and looked at you. As you both began walking further into the park you began to talk about yourselfs, mostly you. You spoke about your family back at home and how you’d gotten into the situation with your “date” in the first place.  He smiled and laughed at the bizarre tale. “So I see.. that’s basically what you’ve been trained to do..?” “Yes, I guess so..” you looked down, ashamed of believing that your parents were right for so long. “Well, if you don’t mind, darling.. I’d like to change that..” he smiled in a charming and mischievous way.

You on the other hand were clueless on what he was hinting to do.. Eventually he suddenly stopped walking and grabbed your waist with one swift movement. He leaned in closer to your face and smirked.

“May I..?” his words sound like a soft melody.

You blushed heavily in realization..

He wanted to kiss you. “I- I-..” you froze, speechless. He took a bold guess from the look in your eyes. You wanted to say yes but couldn’t form a single sound at that moment, and so he took it upon himself and kissed you.

Sanji kept it nice and gentle with you. His lips moved on yours in a gentle and caring way. When he pulled away you looked like melted putty. You didn’t want him to stop.. “S-sanji-..” you began to unfreeze a little. “I assume you want to go back to my place..?” he smiled with his cheeky grin, as he cut off your sentence and took the words right out of your mouth. “Yes.. I g-guess..” he took your hand in his and led you out of the park. That night only you and Sanji knew what happened…

Oh well including the whole chef crew and Zeff because Sanji decided he wanted to brag about it to them, but he wouldn’t tell you that of course.. ;) 

~~~

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[deritosmi]

(long overdue) Can Hobie be a Teenager?

(Here's a lil pre apology for the faint school essay accent)

THIS IS MAINLY USING DETAILS FROM THE COMICS, AND HOBIE ISN'T BRITISH IN THE COMICS, SO YOU COULD ARGUE THAT THIS ISN'T CREDIBLE. BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE.

There has been a lot of (in my opinion-- unnecessary..) discourse on Hobie Brown, aka Spider-Punk’s age since the release of Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse. For most of the part it was for shipping reasons… But that’s not the focus of this post. A reoccurring statement I’ve seen in this discourse is: “Hobie looks way too old to be a teenager.” 

This is where I say the line-- ‘erm, actually…’ 🤓🤓 and explain why Hobie can be a teenager ‘despite’ his appearance. 

Yay!! Arguing about Hobartholomew Laurence Brown! 

…

What have I gone through, experienced, for me to write this…?

Hobie Brown is the Spider-Man of Earth-138. (I don’t know why, but my intuition tells me that the year is 1983. Though,) generally it’s anywhere from the late seventies to the early eighties. 

Anyways, the points are the standard of living and circumstances. 

In Earth-138, America becomes a totalitarian (something something here something something here) with Osborn as the president. So, the inflation that took place during the late 1970’s - early 1980’s may not apply to this argument. But, the lack of technological advancements 

(okay I know they had laser guns and mutants back there but stay with me) 

medically speaking could be a reason for Hobie looking older. 

If not for the lack of technological advancement in medical care, then how difficult it was to access it. 

As the years have progressed, generations in general have been looking younger than older generations when they were at the same age. 

There are many reasons for this happening, like having less responsibilities, better health care, things are easier to access because that’s just how capitalism works (not a very good way to justify capitalism because everyone suffers regardless), less manual labor, more sitting in chairs for hours on end and not going outside or interacting with nature or people regularly, I could go on. 

(sorry for pushing my anti-capitalist propaganda here, but, uh it is my blog, so.) 

Oh! And also, Hobie, he is an orphan, and has been since childhood. He’s a squatter, a black dude, in America, also, he’s Spider-Punk, meaning he has to fight 24/7 365, and he’s had to fend for himself for like, his entire life. There are some obvious differences between his circumstances and the average teenager's.

This added to the fact that it was during the late 1970's-- early 1980's, it would only make sense for him to look, well, old. Or at least, older. Technically, he doesn’t really look older, we just look younger. We came second. But pretending like we are the main characters and the only perspective that matters is ours, yes, he looks older because of the general standard of living and his circumstances. So, yeah! Hobie could totally be a teenager. (And, in my honest opinion, he sounds like one in the movie and acts like one in the comics, but I won’t lose my mind over you thinking otherwise or whatever…)

Thanks for reading this thing that I wrote instead of doing school work!

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Returning the Favor

In which Alhaitham decides to spoil you on White Day

written for the Genshin Impact White Day event as a gift for @dustofthedailylife

pairings: Alhaitham x GN!reader

notes: sfw, fluff, Alhaitham being a romantic, established relationship, established friendships, blindfold, not beta read

It hadn't technically been a lie when he'd told you that he had work to do that morning. At face value, it was true. He did have work to do, just not at his job. He had made sure to get the day off. Instead, he was planning on spoiling you rotten.

What had prompted this intense desire to prove how much he cared? Valentine's Day. You, the supreme gift giver and most thoughtful romantic, had made his day one of the best in recent memory. He had always believed in fair exchange, so it was only natural that he tried to return the favor to the best of his ability.

He woke up at the same time as always, making sure not to wake you as he snuck out of your shared bed. He placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving, feeling particularly affectionate.

The first thing to do was go shopping. If he had gone any day before, he knew you would have somehow managed to find what he had bought and figure out his plans. Why did I have to fall in love with someone so good at reading me? He thought, even then knowing he wouldn't give up you or any of your qualities for the world. Even if it would make surprises a lot easier.

While out on errands, he called in a favor from Layla, your old roommate and his confidante in all matters that related to you. She promised to keep you busy until the afternoon, when everything would be ready for you.

As soon as he received the text saying you were out of the house, he returned and got to work preparing everything.

*****

You sipped at your tea, watching Layla gush about whatever astrology related project she had been working on as of late. You tried your hardest to listen, but your mind was occupied with other things.

"You know, the more you think about it, the more disappointing any results will be. Let the day be a surprise. Don't let your brain spoil things for you." Layla shook her head, playing with the twists in her hair.

"Who says I'm thinking about anything?" You replied, making her laugh.

"You should probably head home. I think Alhaitham normally gets home soon, yes?" She stood, holding out a hand for you.

She was right. As fun as the afternoon together had been, you were anxious to see your boyfriend again. You wanted to be there right when he got home so you wouldn't waste a second of your time together.

When you arrived home, you noticed that the house smelled different than normal. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but still different. You wondered briefly if Alhaitham had come home for lunch, which would explain the smell, but not the neatly organized look of the kitchen. As far as you could tell, he hadn't been home all day.

You wandered around, still searching for hints of his whereabouts when you opened your bedroom door. There he stood, messing with the fringe of the scarf he was wearing.

"So you are home," you smiled, leaning against the doorframe.

"Ah, you're back." He glanced at you, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Just in time, too. Everything has been prepared. If you would like to get changed, we're going outside."

"Oh?" You stepped past him, reaching your closet. "Alright then. Nice or cozy?"

"Either. It will only be the two of us." He took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. "I'll be waiting outside, habibti."

You smiled and disappeared into your closet.

*****

"Almost there, habibti." Alhaitham guided you down the path, and you were nice enough to pretend like you didn't know where he was taking you already. The smell of padisarahs and the sound of the small man-made stream made guesswork easy.

"I can't believe you actually blindfolded me," you teased, squeezing his hand.

"Maybe I enjoy seeing your complete trust in me. If I wanted, I could push you into the screen and you would be soaked and then I would laugh at you."

"Ha ha, you're so funny." You stumbled, grabbing onto his arm. "Are we almost there? Much more of this and I am going to fall on my face."

"I would worry too much, I'm here to catch you if you fall."

Both of you paused. He awkwardly cleared his throat while you tried not to laugh at him.

"Alhaitham the silver tongued scholar, putting moves on his partner. Imagine what Kaveh would say." You laughed. He sighed, reaching up to remove your blindfold.

"Let's not talk about him. I want to focus on you and you alone right now." He said. Color exploded into your vision as the cloth of the blindfold fell away from your eyes.

"Alhaitham," you muttered, bringing a hand to your lips. The picture perfect picnic scene before you nearly brought tears to your eyes. "Did you do all of this?"

"Yes. I made everything myself. I tried to get all of your favorites." He led you to the blanket and sat down next to you. There had once been a day where you'd thought Alhaitham was self-centered, arrogant, and cold. You would have laughed if someone had explained this exact situation to you. Oh, how things have changed.

"Thank you, habibi. Thank you so much."

He pressed kiss to your temple, not even hiding that adorable smile he reserved for when the two of you were together. "Anything for you, my love."

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Fake it 'til We Make It (Part 2)

Summary: Dalton learns was fake and what was real when he takes you on a first (or second) date.

Part 1 Here!

Warnings: so much fluff, like a semi-truck of cotton candy worth of fluff; lots of teasing about the "What if it wasn't fake?" line from part one, Chris crashes the party. 0.9k+ words.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on part 1! I'm not sure how I feel about this, but it's just a ton of fluff so hopefully it's okay. Let me know what you think!

“Back to the scene of the crime,” you tease as you walk up behind Dalton. “I like your style.”

“The scene of the crime? That’s how you view this ordeal?” Dalton asks playfully.

“Dalton, sweetheart, light of my life.” You pause for a moment to observe the blush painting his face. “You just called it an ordeal, but I can’t call it a crime?”

Dalton rolls his eyes and reaches across the table to hold your hand. “Call it whatever you want, as long as it’s real.”

You smile at him and look down at your joined hands.

“So, I was thinking for our first real date, we go to this restaurant off campus.” He pauses and adds, “Without Chris.”

Laughing, you nod and ask him to tell you more about the restaurant. Your smile grows as he tells you it's your favorite type of food.

“It sounds perfect, Dalton. Although you know that I would be happy to go to the vending machines in your dorm building.”

“Of course,” Dalton agrees. “But I was thinking we would do that for the third date.”

“Oh, I see. When do I get to plan a date?”

Dalton pretends to think, then shrugs. You roll your eyes fondly, glad to be with Dalton, even if he’s teasing you.

“Incoming,” you whisper.

“Dolphin, look at this,” Chris says as she pulls a chair up to the table beside Dalton.

“Excuse me?” Dalton asks, gesturing to you across the table.

“Oh, yes. Hi,” Chris says to you. “Anyway, Dolphin, look.”

“Chris,” Dalton chastises.

“What? It’s not like this is your first date.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile as you look across the table at Dalton. He huffs and looks at whatever Chris is showing him. She doesn’t stay long, and Dalton drops his head to the table as she leaves.

“Technically, it’s our second date,” you say when she leaves.

“That was fake,” Dalton argues.

You lean forward across the table and ask, “What if it wasn’t fake?”

“Okay, even if it wasn’t, this isn’t the second date. This is a meeting to talk about the second date if we’re playing it that way.”

“What was fake, then?” you ask.

“Pretending that we’d been together as long as we said. That’s the only thing I faked,” Dalton answers.

“You know what I faked? I faked being okay with leaving you that night.”

Dalton’s look softens and he drags his chair to sit beside you, rather than across from you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was over. You didn’t say anything, and I didn’t want to make it weird.”

“Well, good thing it was only the beginning,” Dalton says, kissing your forehead.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I feel under-dressed,” Dalton says as you open your door.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, but you look amazing,” you respond, kissing his cheek as you loop your arm through his.

“Everyone should go on a fake date first, I was way more nervous for that one,” Dalton says.

“Me too. Which is why I contend that this is our second date. Whether we knew it or not, that one was real.”

“So, what? We faked it until we made it?”

You laugh and lean against Dalton before agreeing, “Exactly! Only it didn’t take very long to make it. At least not for me.”

“I made it before we even got to the art show,” Dalton says.

You stop walking and Dalton turns to face you.

“There’s one other thing that I wanted to tell you at the art show but thought it would ruin our agreement.”

“What?” Dalton asks, brushing a piece of hair from your face.

“I wanted to kiss you.”

“I wouldn’t have stopped you,” Dalton says with a smile.

“And now?”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

You lean forward, and Dalton keeps his word, meeting you halfway. When your lips connect, his hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He tilts his head to the side and continues kissing you as your hands slip into his hair, pulling him closer. When you pull back, you smile at him and wipe your smudged lip gloss off of his face.

“What will Professor Armagan think?” you ask.

“She told me at the art show that I was in love with you, and she hoped I realized it before I let you leave,” Dalton answers.

“Seriously? And you still let me walk away with my heart broken?”

Dalton groans and tightens his grip around your waist. “Don’t say it like that. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“Even after how I acted the whole time? Leaning on you, wanting to be by your side constantly; you took all of that as a bad sign?”

“You stopped talking to me!”

“That’s because Professor Armagan told me I was just a fake girlfriend!” you point out.

“Oh. That’s what she meant,” Dalton says quietly. “She told me you were in love with me too, and that I should tell you how I felt.”

You nod and remind Dalton it all worked out.

“Did you sell the café picture?” you ask.

“No, I couldn’t part with that. I tried to tell you that night, but I drew it after we met. You were my muse, I guess.”

You laugh and then point at Dalton as you ask, “You made it while we were faking it?”

“I’m never going to escape that line, am I?”

“Probably not. But I love you, so it’s okay. Can we go get dinner now?”

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“I love you, too,” Dalton says reverently before kissing you quickly.

“And that will never be fake,” you whisper as you pull back from the kiss.

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“Open the fucking door.”

Silence.

“Come on, just open the door. I won’t bite, all right? Even though I know you like it, maybe even more than you like being the one doing it, but…you know, we can save that for the honeymo—”

You swing the door back furiously, desperate to end his sentence before he can. “What?”

Harry stands on the other side, arms crossed over his chest as he regards you carefully. “So…you’re obsessed with me, huh?”

And with that, you slam the door shut once again, the loud bang echoing throughout the house. 

“Oh, come on,” he whines, now a bit muffled although you can hear the glee. “I’m kidding. But you did say it. Technically. And, I mean, it’s not like I didn’t already know. With the way you’re so cock-starved for me all the time—”

You lift a slipper into the air and chuck it toward the door, hoping that the sudden noise causes him to jump back.

When he goes silent, you’re pleased.

“Okay, that was rude,” he finally scoffs, and you settle onto your bed with a smug grin. “No need to get violent—”

“Go away.”

“Fine, but you still said it, and we still need to talk about it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you argue quickly, forcing the flush to dissipate from your cheeks. “No need to talk. Buh-bye.”

A moment of silence and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head. “Look, you don’t…you don’t have to fucking hide from me. I’m not gonna make fun of you.”

Your expression falls flat.

“…anymore,” he amends, and you snort. “But, you know…it’s something we have to talk about.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.” You hear some shuffling and wonder if he’s leaning against the door. “My wife is in love with me, that’s kind of a big deal.”

“I am not in love, I’m just in…strong…like,” you stammer, wincing when you hear how ridiculous it sounds. “Whatever, it doesn’t even matter because we’ll be divorced in two weeks, and then the world’s longest hangover with finally be over.”

“What?” More shifting. “Since when are we getting divorced in two weeks?”

“Since my lawyer called and said he found a loophole,” you tell him, now incredibly relieved to be rid of this new information. “They can do it quietly and inconspicuously so your precious image will remain intact. You know, until you fuck it up with some salad dressing.”

He’s silent as he mulls this over and you begin to chew on the inside of your cheek. Truth be told, these new…feelings for him haven’t been the easiest walk in the park. After all…it’s him. The Dancing Queen and the fucking pain in your ass that you had started to actually like being married to.

Ew.

And maybe you could have pushed off the divorce for a month or two more, just to see if maybe he liked being married to you, too.

But now…you’re afraid there’s no coming back from your accidental outing.

“Okay…okay, well, that’s…that’s good,” he finally responds and despite yourself, your heart sinks. “Good, so…see? No need to hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding,” you mumble, glaring at the fuzzy socks snug on your feet. “I just don’t have anything else to say.”

Another beat. “Did you mean it?”

No. Yes. Maybe. “I don’t know…doesn’t really matter, though.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because…” Because you don’t love me back. “Because we’re getting divorced, and we’ll never see each other again.”

“Well…why wouldn’t we see each other again?”

“Because,” you huff as if it were obvious. “I mean…we’ll be divorced, and we don’t even like each other.”

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

“Well…you don’t.”

“I fucked you, didn’t I?”

Another snort. “You fuck everyone.”

“All right, well that’s just mean,” he grumbles, but you can hear the teasing lilt. A few seconds pass as you fight a smile. “Don’t fuck ‘em the way I fuck you, though.”

This admission is softer. Quieter. As if it were a secret. 

Your heart leaps. “Yeah, well…don’t worry, you won’t have to anymore.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m worried.”

Your throat runs dry, constricting with impending panic. “Don’t be, you’ll have plenty of other options.”

“Maybe I don’t want other options.”

Shit.

Your hands gather in front of your stomach, picking at the fabric of your shirt nervously. You don’t even have to look at him, yet the embarrassment is still strong. “That’s a lot of maybes.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk. 

“Can you please come out?” he asks once more, and you feel that damn panic again. “I just…I don’t want you to be afraid of me. Or of…you know, loving me, or whatever.”

You debate obliging. You really do. But the thought of seeing his face...the thought of having to look him in the eye when he tells you he doesn’t feel the same.

You could be sick.

You sink further into the mattress. “Really, don’t worry about it. I’ll get over it.”

"Oh, come on—”

"No, I will, it's fine—”

"For the love of God, just come—”

“You don’t love me back, right?”

You hadn’t meant to sound so blunt and you can tell it’s stunned him into a rare moment of silence but you have to know. You have to be sure.

“I…I mean, I hadn’t really thought about it—”

“So, no,” you finish, fighting the disappointment. “Think if you loved me, you wouldn’t have to think about it. You’d know.”

A pause. “Look, it’s not…I…”

“You don’t, it’s fine,” you barrel on, reaching now for a throw pillow to clutch to your chest in an effort to calm yourself. “I’m gonna go to bed, though.”

“Oh, come on—”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“It’s two in the afternoon—”

“Goodnight, Har.”

Silence. Long and deafening.

“’Kay,” you hear him mumble followed by the sound of receding footsteps.

You flop onto your back, completely and utterly defeated.

God, what the fuck are you gonna do now?

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