#no i was fine stay in your chair!!!! you did not need to come save me from a slighlty dim room!!!
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my grandma is the type of person where she can't just vibe she Needs to be helpful and prove that she's six steps ahead doint the Right Thing. and it's exhausting!!!!!! I am easy-going on purpose because I like my life being as frictionless as possible. almost nothing in day-to-day life is worth pitching a fit over. so many things are within the boundary of Okay 👍. and it's frustrating to have someone essentially refuse to take you at your word and invent problems for you to have so they can be the one to solve them. I am chill why is the version of me that exists in your head so profoundly unchill!!!!
#every time i visit she buys and cooks shitton of food like 3x the ammount that is reasonable for the ammount of time im there#which is typical grandma behavior except#a) she acts like she assumes im going to find it all disgusting so i have to reassure her its good and then also#b) acts like if i dont eat something#which again is impossible bc she made enough to feed six people#that i dont like it. like im here for 2 days and she made 3 breakfast options#then threw out and remade one because it was 'almost' burnt#i step into a dark room for half a second to grab something and she jumps up to turn on the light and go 'there!!! isnt that better!!!“#no i was fine stay in your chair!!!! you did not need to come save me from a slighlty dim room!!!#idk it stresses me out to be treated like a hypercritical snob when im activelt trying to be gracious and easygoing
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Miguel being cockwarmed?
Asdhepnfonelnlfbleb I LOVE YOU???
A Lesson Earned is A Lesson Learned
Miguel x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: SMUT, NSFW, teasing, cockwarming, dirty talk, Miguel's big ass hands
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You loved your boyfriend, more than anybody else you've ever been romantically involved with.
Whatever you would give him, he would give back tenfold. Yeah, it was a bit suffocating at times, but you knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you like he'd lost his daughter.
He'd spoil you when you let him, but sometimes you simply had to tell him you weren't a material kinda girl. Physical affection, sweet words, and cuddles were what satisfied you most.
That and... Well. His hands. You'd be lying if having your shoulders or back or whatever part of you he wanted in his gigantic hands, kneading and rolling you into utter bliss didn't get you going.
And just one of his fingers was thick enough to stretch you better than some of your toys did. And yeah, sometimes you needed toys for relief when he worked so much.
His work with Alchemax and running the Spider Society left him quite busy. You weren't hurt by this, but it did make you feel lonely and rather... uppity.
So of course when he was home you paid him back in kind, teasing him relentlessly.
You would wear next to nothing, sexy lingerie, or maybe one of his gigantic tops that you were practically swimming in, not bothering with any panties beneath.
You knew full well with his super senses, that he could smell your arousal, especially if the tent in his pants were anything to go by.
But, he stayed glued to his monitors in his office, ignoring his erection and the sweet intoxicating smell of your slick all through his house. His sense of duty was strong, focused.
It aggravated you to no end.
So, with your cheek puffed out in irritation, you marched into his office, dimly lit save for the projections of his monitors as he scoured Alchemax work and reports from the other Spiders back at HQ.
"Miggy..." You sigh, coming up next to him in his chair.
"Hm?" He said, not looking at you.
But you can tell by how his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated that your scent was starting to get to him.
His gorgeous, chiseled jaw clenched almost imperceptibly as he swiped and pinched up another monitor.
You pouted and slipped your arm around his shoulder, sitting on the arm of his chair, knowing full well your sweet sweet nectar was coating the expensive leather; the scent would linger for a while, until he completely cleaned it and sterilized it.
You placed kisses up to his ear, then back down to where his suit collar ended, just beneath his pulse.
"Muñeca..." Miguel warned. "I'm working."
"I know, but I think you're working too hard." You sigh in his ear, taking his lobe between your lips and running your tongue along the edge.
He hissed at you. "Cállate, mujer diablo, estoy haciendo algo importante."
You frowned and ignored his warning. Instead, you leaned in, your breasts squishing against the heavy muscle of his bicep, and reached down, stroking the outline of his cock that was straining his suit with your small hand.
"C'mon, Miggy. You're a workaholic." You coo playfully. "Just let me..."
He gripped your wrist when your hand went to his watch to disable his suit.
His eyes were sharp, annoyed. It sent a thrum of fear through your bloodstream as he curled his lip back, revealing his crooked, fanged teeth as he sneered at you.
"You want to annoy me? Fine." He reached out and gripped your hair, pulling your head back sharply, before his breath was hot in your ear.
"Pero recuerda que yo tengo el control."
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You should have known.
God, but you never learn, do you? Every time you think he's going to do something you want, he does the opposite.
Just to reach you a lesson.
"Stop squirming." He huffed, reaching around you to type in notes on his holographic keyboard.
You whined, trying desperately to grind your hips down, to get his cock just a bit deeper inside of you, wanting so badly to have him just pin you to the desk and pound you until your eyes crossed.
But he kept you firmly secured in his lap. He wouldn't let you touch yourself, you had to keep your hands gripped at the arms of the desk chair that creaked under your combined weight.
He kept you from moving, his thick thighs parting your knees and keeping your legs spread open for him while he continued to work.
"Miggy!" You mewled. "Please! Sorry for bugging you, I just--"
He growled and reached between your legs, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger hard, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up your spine and making your pussy flutter around the length of his cock that was currently splitting you open.
You make a sharp squeak as he snapped, "¿Qué acabo de hacer?"
He smacked your cunt that he was currently stuffed inside of, sending another wave of heat racing through you, more of your slick gushing around him to run down to his heavy balls and staining the expensive leather.
"I said keep quiet. I'm working."
He leaned in, his presence absolutely absorbing your frame, his scent swallowing you whole, threatening to devour you in one piece.
"This is what you wanted, no?" He sighed. "You wanted me inside this pretty little pussy. You got me. Now sit still."
You hiccuped softly. "Please. You know I wanted you to fuck me! Not like this..."
"Too bad, mi amor. I swear, if I had a dollar off every time I have to keep teaching you this lesson, I'd be a trillionare." He said to you, his voice a low threat.
"How many times do I have to do this before you learn patience? Hmm? A hundred? A thousand?"
You desperately roll your hips, feeling the tip of his rock brush against that gummy soft spot inside of you. "I--I just--"
He hisses, gritting his teeth as his fangs slot into their places. He brings his hand up to the lowest part your abdomen, and pressed down hard.
You all at once felt the air squeezed out of your lungs, your pussy greedily squeezing him, your heart pounding in your chest, sweat beading on your brow and sweet tears rolling down your cheeks.
"You're going to sit here and stay still while I work. And maybe--maybe--if you stay quiet and stop squirming, I'll give you what you want. Understood?"
You frantically nod your head and Miguel cruelly flicked your clit.
"That's it. Be a good little cocksleeve for me, eh, bebita?"
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel spiderman#miguel ohara#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#spiderverse smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x you
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Looting
Playing horror games is something you've always wanted to do. But, it's even more exciting to play with your husband, Sukuna. What could go wrong with your teamwork, right?
a/n: i had to cope so hard this time around hsdhsadsah iykyk!! also, i've been meaning to write a fluffy story like this T^T i think i've had enough angst as of the moment hshdsahda
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: fluff, Husband AU, Gamer AU
Word Count: 666
All characters are of age.
“Oh my god, oh my god!! Honey, it’s fucking near me!” You frantically shouted as you’re in front of your computer screen pressing hard on the 'W' and 'SHIFT' button to run as fast as you can with your character to run away from the demon chasing you.
Yup, as a horror enthusiast but easily scared woman, you have the nerve to invite and urge your husband to play with you. With your computers side by side with his table, you completely forgot you can just peek at his screen to see where he’s hiding from the demon (the one who is chasing you at the moment) since you’re too busy panicking.
Sukuna chuckled softly, casting a quick glance at your screen. “Where are you even going, baby?” he teased, amusement evident in his voice.
Ignoring his playful jab, you continued running around away from the demon. But as you found a temporary safe spot, Sukuna proposed a strategy change. “Let’s switch our hiding places. I think I can take it down from where you’re hiding,” he suggested.
“Uh-uh, no way. If I get out from here, that thing will find me again," you protested, your nerves still on edge.
“Relax, babe. It’s gone,” Sukuna reassured you with a laugh. “Why did you even drag me into this if you’re scared as shit, just come over here already!”
With a reluctant sigh, you hesitantly scanned the virtual surroundings before darting towards Sukuna's hiding place. “Fine,” you grumbled.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” He teased as he passes by your character, his character already heading towards where you had come from.
“Just stay safe, okay? I think it’s nearby,” You whispered as if the game is an audio-sensitive game when it’s not. Surely, if it is, your character should have already been dead since you’ve been screaming and whimpering for the past 30 minutes.
Sukuna continued to run with his character, “Aww, I love it when you worry for me, baby! Get’s me so hard any—FUCK!” But before he could finish his sentence, the demon unexpectedly cornered him, launching a surprise attack.
“I told you to be careful! Don’t leave me alone, honey!” You scolded with a pout as you watch his character get attacked by the demon. Sukuna only laughed at this, clearly unfazed by the demon now, “Ah, just finish me off already and come back here to revive me.”
With his character left barely alive by the demon, you quickly scanned the map to see if the demon is anywhere near your hiding place. Once you deemed it safe, you rushed to Sukuna’s character.
As you got to his place, you scooped up his inventory — he even has a LOT of medical aids, which something you completely lack of! He’s always been good at these kinds of games.
“Babe,” Sukuna softly called your attention.
“What? Is it coming?” You replied, still preoccupied looting his character.
“I said revive me, not rob me,” he said with a stifled laugh at you, clearly amused by your antics. This made your eyes widen and froze in embarrassment, momentarily stopping your looting spree.
“Now, you’re on your own,” Sukuna teased as he laughed hard when he saw your reaction. Finding this completely adorable of you, he rolled his gaming chair closer to yours to plant a tender kiss on your cheeks.
You chuckled at Sukuna's playful antics, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement wash over you. Trying to stifle your laughter as you realized what you had done, you said, ”I got a little carried away."
Sukuna's laughter filled the room, the sound warm and infectious. "It's okay, baby," he said, his tone teasing. "Just remember, next time you need saving, I expect a little more teamwork and a little less looting."
You couldn't help but grin at his playful scolding, feeling a surge of affection for him. "Got it, Captain," you said, giving him a mock salute before turning your attention back to the game.
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CONGRATS ON 3000!!! ❤️ That’s so exciting!
For the ask game, I’d love to see your take on the song Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy! (I vibe with “Scar-crossed lovers forever” as a Steddie-coded lyric but honestly whatever comes to mind for you when you hear the song is great!)
Congrats again!! 💕🎉
Thank you! I got a few different steddie-coded lyrics from this song, but the one you provided is good for something short, so I’m sticking with that! ♥️
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He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wayne specifically asked him to stop coming to the Harrington parties, didn’t want him to risk being caught when they inevitably got shut down.
He knows he’d be in deep shit if a cop managed to catch him and see what he had in his lunchbox.
But one of his best customers insisted he stop by, promising he knew enough people would buy his entire inventory. He wouldn’t have to stay long.
“That’ll be $30 for the bag, or $10 if you just want a joint,” Eddie told one of the girls who always gave him dirty looks in the hall to cover up the hungry look she gave him at parties.
“What about the harder stuff?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
“Don’t have any on me,” he rolled his eyes. They should know by now he only handles those items when requested.
“Fine. Just a joint then.”
He exchanges his product for her money, another addition to his savings that seemed to constantly dwindle on useless. He never stopped trying though.
She was his last customer in the line that had built up in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way to the backyard to finish up. Not many people usually hung out there when it was this chilly outside, but he had to give it a shot.
The patio surrounding the pool was absent of people, but he decided to take that as a sign that he needed a minute alone.
He heard a sniffle and his head shot over to the table in the corner of the covered area.
“Harrington?”
What the hell was he even doing out here? Was he crying?
“I’ll be in in a minute.”
Jesus. He sounded like someone had tried to strangle him. Was he sick?
“Dude, you okay?” Eddie steps closer, hopes he doesn’t end up regretting choosing kindness. “It’s kinda cold out here.”
Steve was sitting in a chair, knees up to his chest, arms around his legs. His face was half-buried in his knees, but Eddie could still make out the shivering.
“Yeah. Just needed some air.”
“You shouldn’t stay out here long without a jacket, man.”
Steve didn’t respond.
Eddie was actually growing more concerned for him, like maybe he’d been drugged with something and couldn’t move.
“Hey, look at me,” Eddie snaps his fingers in Steve’s face, relaxing slightly when he glares up at him with surprisingly clear, but watery eyes. “You need a jacket.”
“I’m fine. Go back inside.”
“You won’t be if you sit out here much longer. You’ll freeze to death. And then I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I could have stopped it by making you go inside and I’ll die feeling guilty.”
Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it make Steve give the tiniest smile and lift his head to look at him completely? Also yes.
“It wouldn’t be your fault.”
There was a cut under Steve’s left eye, and as his eyes adjust to the light coming from the windows, he sees a purple bruise surrounding most of the left side of his face.
“What happened?”
“The crown was pretty heavy when it fell,” Steve laughs without humor.
Eddie feels his stomach sink further.
“Who did this?”
It’s not like Eddie could do much, but maybe he could at least make sure he didn’t sell to the guy.
“Doesn’t matter.” Steve placed his legs down, careful, like he was trying not to hurt himself more. “You got anything left?”
Eddie should say no. He should leave now, head to the comfort and warmth of the trailer, forget about this interaction entirely. Maybe give one awkward head nod to Steve at school on Monday as an acknowledgment he didn’t forget, but won’t say anything to anyone.
“Just the one joint. You want it?” Eddie set his lunchbox on the table across from Steve and sat down.
“How much?” Steve turned to face him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
“Free for the host.”
That’s not something Eddie ever did, but if anyone needed it, it was Steve.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, I am. You got a lighter on you?”
Steve shook his head.
“Then I light it and get the first drag. Deal?”
Steve nodded.
Eddie is gonna regret this entire interaction, but of all his regrets, it’s probably pretty low on the list, so he pulls his lighter out and does exactly what he said he would.
Steve is watching him so intensely, it’s almost enough to make him blush. He won’t, he hopes, but it’s a hell of an effort.
“This why you’re sitting out here instead of enjoying your party?” Eddie asked as he hands over the joint.
“Part of it,” Steve takes a long drag. “Just tired of it.”
“Tired of what?”
“All of it.”
An alarm starts going off in Eddie’s head, a reminder that Steve may seem like he’s got the entire world, but those who hold the world tend to lose their grip.
“All of it meaning…”
“All of this. The parties, the people who only like me because I have money and throw parties, the popularity contest I didn’t even ask to participate in, the fucking concussions and nightmares. I’m just-“ Steve takes another drag. “I’m just tired. You should go back inside.”
Eddie watches him lean back in his chair, his shirt riding up and exposing just enough of his stomach to see a scar. The moonlight reflects off the lighter line of skin.
“Nah. Kinda like it out here. It’s quiet. Company ain’t bad either.”
Steve looks back at him with a frown. “Don’t have to pretend to like me, dude. Everyone else already does that enough.”
“Who said I like you? I’m tolerating you.” Eddie smirks, waits for Steve to recognize he’s joking. When Steve relaxes, he nods towards the scar on Steve’s stomach. “Appendix?”
“What?” Steve glances down. “Oh. Yeah. When I was 12.”
“I was 14 when I got mine out,” Eddie lifts his layers to show off his matching scar. “My Uncle Wayne thought I was dying. He didn’t even know what an appendix was, let alone that it can cause all this trouble.”
“Yeah. My parents weren’t home when mine ruptured so I had to call the neighbors.”
Eddie frowns down at the table. “They leave you alone a lot? Even then?”
“Yeah. Not a big deal. I made it through okay.”
Okay isn’t the word Eddie would describe, but Eddie didn’t wanna argue.
“You eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream after?” Eddie’s smile grew when Steve nodded. “I convinced Wayne it was the only thing I could eat for nearly a week after.”
Steve laughed, Eddie smiles.
“You got a nice laugh, Harrington.”
He watches as Steve gets red in the face, a beautiful blush covering his cheeks and spreading down his neck.
“Not sure the last time I really laughed,” Steve admitted.
“Shame.”
Eddie stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, and walked around to stand in front of Steve. Steve looked up at him with glassy eyes, the high already sinking in.
“Want me to clear everyone out?” Eddie shouldn’t offer that, or anything. But Steve looks so lost, so tired.
“Nah. It’s nice just not being alone, even if it’s people I don’t like.”
“That’s fucked, man.”
“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugged. “Thanks for the weed.”
“Anytime.”
Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it’s the one drag of the joint he’d taken, maybe it’s the cold air, or maybe it’s just that annoying crush he’s had on Steve Harrington for years.
He reaches out, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, and holds him for just a moment.
Neither of them say anything when Steve leans into it.
They don’t say anything when Eddie pulls away with a sad smile.
They won’t talk about it again at school.
But when Steve saves Eddie from the Upside Down a full year later, when he’s sitting at his bedside cupping Eddie’s cheek in his hand, they both seem to remember at the same time.
“We’ve got two matching scars now, Harrington.”
“Don’t think the appendix has anything on demobat scars, Munson.”
“What happened to calling me honey? I liked that.”
“What happened to sweetheart?”
Eddie let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be trouble, sweetheart.”
“But I’m gonna be your trouble, honey.”
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#drabble#follower celebration#asks#pre steddie#getting together#cw: recreational drug use
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Cowabunga
Smut | MDNI
starring: surfer! yunho x lifeguard! fem reader
genre: mutuals to lovers, perfect match
summary: being a lifeguard is fun since you get paid just to keep the peace and keep people from drowning. it does get boring however…that’s until you saved yunho from drowning while surfing and he repays you back with a small date and more...
warnings: size kink, sweet/dirty talk, indirect exhibitionism (you don’t get caught/nobody around), oral (fem+masc received), fingering, unprotected piv
A/n: This shit took forever to write so if it flops then oh well I’ll just delete it allah please.
The sun is beaming and the cobalt ocean sways and rolls into itself. Today was a good day to be a lifeguard. A lovely view paired with rarely having to get down from your chair tower.
The most you have to do is yell “No trash thrown into the sand please!” Or “No fighting!” every now and again. A person hasn’t had trouble in the water except for once or twice.
It’s a calm low effort job. BUT, you really do wish it was more exciting, there’s only so many sunsets you can watch and shaved icees you can eat.
During your silent contemplation you feel someone knock and bump your lifeguard tower. While getting ready to curse you notice it was just Mingi and the others.
“Hey ! (y/n) .” Mingi says while lightly knocking on your tower. “Min. PLEASE. Stop knocking the tower.” You say pinching the bridge of your nose.
“We told him not to.” Wooyoung and San say in unison.
“You dropped your whistle by the way.” Seonghwa chimes.
You sigh while coming down from your tower. You look around for the “dropped whistle” but still don’t see it in the sand. “Where’s the whistle.” Mingi points and shows it was still around your neck.
“We just wanted you to come down since you haven’t left the tower all day.” Mingi chuckles. You want to be mad but you were a bit hungry and aforementioned bored out of your mind.
“The Tiki Cafe ?” You ask squinting from the sun’s brightness.
Mingi nods “Yeaa Tiki Cafe, gotta meet with Yunho anyway.”
You all head over to it. It’s a small cafe most people at the beach or locals go to. You all order your usuals and begin to talk and eat.
In the midst of a conversation Mingi looks over at the door and smiles. “YUNHO !! Over here !” He whisper shouts. Yunho walks over to the table and leans over onto it with his board.
He greets the other guys and nods his head at you. Yunho is Mingi’s closest friend as well as a known surfer. Him and Mingi surf together all the time. You two have spoken before and follow each others instas but your convos stay short and casual.
You can’t lie. This man is beautiful. His tall toned body paired with his perfectly set face, the cheesy smile and sweet boyish charm. You most definitely found him attractive.
You bring yourself out your staring when you notice a large crack running down Yunhos surfboard. “Wait what happened to your board.”
“Yikes man, what DID happen.” Mingi says grasping the nose of the board to ogle at the crack.
Yunho looks down at it and gives a shy smile. Gosh he’s handsome. “Dropped it on the asphalt. It should be fine..I’m still heading to catch the big wave today.”
“Really ? You sure your board will be able to stay up ?” You’re not exactly a surfer yourself but you know that cracks can be detrimental.
Mingi’s eyes widen at the news of the big wave. “Bro the waves about to come in 10, let’s go catch it !” You roll your eyes and ask for a to go box. Yunho pats your shoulder. “No need to worry, I can always swim if I get wiped out.” He gives you a playful wink before heading out with the guys.
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You guys return to the beach. You pull out your to-go box and munch on your leftovers while watching the beach goers and occasionally watching the guys and their antics.
Yunho stops by your tower with his board. “Hey do you got any board wax ?” You usually have some but Mingi used up the last bit. “Sorry I’m all out” Yunho was staring at you as though he didn’t care.
“It’s ok, by the way there’s sauce on your shirt.” You look down and see the grease spot that you couldn’t see due to your lifeguard swimsuits’s red hue. “God. Thanks Yunho.”
“Don’t worry you still look good..I mean you always look pretty.”
“Oh..thank you, again.” You practically shrink into yourself after the compliment. Yunho fondly stares “I was wondering if..”
“ YUNHOOO THE WAVES HERE.” Yunho quickly turns before grabbing his board. He turns back to you looking torn between the wave and the convo. “Talk to you later ?” “No worries just tell me when you’re done.” He smiles and rushes over to the guys getting ready in the water.
Time passes and you see the guys close by splashing water on each other. However, you realize Yunho isn’t there ? Your intuition screams for you to look farther with your binoculars.
You see him riding a large wave. Focused and concentrated. But. You noticed where the crack in his board was began to split, and soon Yunho gets engulfed into the water. When you see him not come back to the surface you know somethings wrong.
You get off the tower and run down into the shore. You tell Mingi to come with you to help Yunho.
After swimming over and a draw boat comes, Yunho is finally safe. You, Mingi and Yunho go to the nearby clinic to ensure he’s fully ok. You waited in the waiting room while Mingi was inside with Yunho. Finally, Mingi comes out.
“Hey is Yunho ok did they- ?”
“He thinks you’re cute.” Mingi shrugs and takes his phone out.
You can feel the heat fill your face from the random info. “I didn’t ask that, but thanks ? Is he ok though.” You’re sure he is from Mingi’s calmness but still need the verbal assurance.
“Yea he’s perfectly fine, waves just knocked the wind out of him.” Mingi’s demeanor is unphased..which is a switch from how scared and worried he was initially, it seems like he’s even smirking from your concern.
“That’s good..thank god.” Relief washes over you but you can still see Mingi’s smirk.
“So when are you telling him you like him.” He says still typing away on his phone.
“What,,your bestfriend just almost drowned why are you asking silly shit.”
“My bestfriend is completely fine and I’ll let him know to text you.”
“What.”
Mingi starts to walk back into the room Yunhos in. “Just let him take you out.” He closes the door, and now you’re just sat there speechless.
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“Meet me at the shaved ice shop at 8 ?”
That’s the text Yunho sent a week after the surfing incident. You already know Mingi told him to text you. You’re whirling in a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment.
You sit at a stool in the icee shop checking your phone trying to keep yourself occupied. Then you see him. In a plain black tee and grey jeans..outside of his typical swim short and sandals attire.
You both begin to talk. You expected an awkward conversation considering how you two were aware of one another but not close..however, you two meshed so well ? Finishing each others thoughts and falling into each others jokes with no hesitation. Such a smooth and clean interaction.
“I just wanted to thank you..the guys would’ve never knew I was in trouble if it wasn’t for you.”
“No need to thank me..it’s my job, but like literally.” Yunho let’s out a breathy laugh at your words, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Hey shop closes up in 5, time to head out.” The shop manager tells you while gesturing at the door. You both head out and walk over to Yunho’s car.
He stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “I have my swim trunks and a blanket so we could swim and hang out if you’re not ready to go home.”
“Do you always keep a blanket in your car ?” You laugh.
“No no but, I really did want to spend time with you alone…we can leave now if you want…” Yunho looks away, running his hand through his hair.
“It’s ok…come on let’s go.” You reach your hand out to Yunho, fingers interlocked you two walk to the lower part of the beach. You take off your clothes..your swimsuit being underneath.
“Do you always keep a swimsuit under your clothes.” Yunho playfully mocks. You roll your eyes trying to hide your amusement.
You both swam together. Splashing water alongside of Yunho trying to teach you some swimming tricks he learned for if he wiped out on his board. The moonlight and stars leave bright streaks in the ocean swallowed by the night.
Soon you both get tired and return to the higher part of the beach while Yunho lays out the blanket. You both started sitting away from each other, talking more and finishing things discussed in the shop. Slowly it became you and Yunho laying side by side, hands brushing against each other.
“Hey..” he tilts your head to look at him. “Yes…” He looks into your eyes and looks away before returning them back. “I know we don’t talk but..I think I really like you.”
You stare, heart pumping harder at his words. He bites his lip in regret “I know that was too random, sorry I’ll take you home.”
“…Yunho don’t…I like you too..” You’re both facing each other, close enough to wear you feel each others breaths.
“You do….”
“I do.”
In seconds Yunho’s lips were on yours. His kisses were slow and methodical, his hand cupping your cheek while the free hand was set on your hip. Soon his tongue was brought into it, slowly whirling with yours.
Now..you knew what you were about to do was bold. But you couldn’t help it. You got on top of Yunho, hands sliding down his bare torso on his damp skin. This kiss continues and you feel him bring his hands to your hips.
You begin to grind down, not as fast or steady as you wanted due to nervousness. Yunho understands though, and ground you into him for you. The kiss finally breaks and you take a breath..the reality of it all hits you and you hide your face away in an attempt not to be consumed by his gaze.
Yunho can’t help but to want to see and relish in your shyness and glassy eyes. He puts his fingers to your chin, making you look at him.
“Getting shy on me ?” He says stroking your chin. He brings the hand back down onto your hip and continues to grind you two together. You can feel his bulge, the sensation intense from the thinness of your swimwear bottoms.
After mustering enough courage you reach down his swim trunk’s waistband.
“Can I...” Yunho is reeling at the fact you can’t even look him in the eye. “Go ahead baby..” Yunho nods and watches you go further down his torso. You pull the shorts down and there it was. His cock springs up, unbearably hard and oozing precum.
You lightly pump him in your hand and he winces in pleasure. After bringing your confidence up you bring your lips to the tip of his cock and suck. Yunho’s head is thrown back, lips parted. You begin bobbing your head up and down, struggling to take it all in your mouth. Yunho’s ok with that though…he actually finds it cute.
“Fuck…you’re doing so good for me.”
He gather your hair in his hand and helps you make your way up and down his cock. You peer up at him seeing him with a face of content while also taking airy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth. That’s when he pulls you away.
“You’ve helped me too much, I need to return the favor…” Yunho swiftly lays you back and pulls off your swim bottoms.
Such a view for him. Your skin moistened by the remaining sea water sitting on it, body unveiled to him..breast peaking from your swim top due to it being disheveled from all the movement. He opens your legs, another lovely view..your heat is sopping wet. He groans from the sight alone.
He pulls your swim top off, it was barely hanging on anyway. Parting your legs, he leans down and places kisses across your inner thighs. Then begins nipping and sucking at the skin. Your hips begin to stutter up from anticipation.
“Mm someone’s getting impatient hm ?” Yunho lightly swipes his thumb across your clit leading you to sigh.
“ ‘need your mouth on me…”. Your face is beyond warm and hot…being so exposed has you losing your mind but in a way…gives you more sexual gratification.
He takes his thumb away and begins licking and nipping at your clit. Fingers making their way into your hole, curling in a “come here” motion. You find solace by grabbing his hair, gently pulling which makes him take it farther.
He laps at your cunt. Sucking at your clit while speedily fucking you with his index and middle finger. The alarming pace with his fingers easing more of your arousal out. “..Yunho..more, please fuck..” He takes his fingers away and starts making out with your cunt. You’re bucking into his face while his tongue takes you apart.
“Cum on my face for me ” You’re done for. His tongue finds the perfect rhythm flicking against your clit. Then he places open mouthed kisses on your cunt.
You cum all over his face and he licks up as much of your essence as he can. He comes back to your face and kiss you; tasting yourself and his lip balm. “We can stop now if you want…” he whispers kissing down your neck, his cock hard against you.
You shake your head no. “Inside..I need you inside..” Yunho loses it at the confirmation. He opens your legs up for him and kisses you while bringing his cock into you. He presses all his weight onto you while slowly thrusting his cock into your soaking core. You’re filled to the hilt..his cock stretching you while his tip thumps against your gspot.
It’s all so intoxicating. The scent of the cool beach and him mixing with your own scent. Combined with the wetness shared between your bodies and the sensation of his cock stuffing you full over and over again.
Your senses are overloaded. All your pussy can do is clench around his cock. Yunho is just as fucked out..feelings your plush walls tighten around him.
“Fuck. Almost everyday..” His hips meet yours in a harsher fashion. “Almost everyday I see you…in that swimsuit.” The drags of his cock are becoming heavier and heavier. “And I just think about having you all to myself..pull the swimsuit off you and fucking you…just like this.”
Yunho takes notice of how your cunt sucks him in with his words. “I bet you knew…I bet you wanted the same..” He slams into your cunt with the punctuation. “So fucking good.” Your moans are loud. Praying nobody is taking a late night visit to the beach because they’d know exactly what you were doing. You naturally quiet yourself by biting your lip.
Yunho stops your silence by snapping his hips faster while kissing you. He holds your face in his large hand while he fucks into you harshly. He pulls his lips away, his sighs and groans in unison with your moans and whines. “Who cares if someone hears..I need to hear you.”
His thrusts become sloppy and lose their tempo. He’s just as close as you are. “You gonna cum on my cock for me ?” Only moans of affirmation can be vocalized. After his tip hits the right spot a few more times you cum on it. Your arousal covering his cock and lower abdomen.
His thrust falter. He pulls out but his tip is still pressed onto your cunt’s bud and he cums all over your pussy. You can feel his warm seed run down your folds.
You both fully collapse onto the blanket. The air is filled with sex and the humidity from the weather. You can hear the ocean sway and Yunho’s breaths. Above you the still moon and stars. Your eyes begin to lull before Yunho rises and picks you up off the blanket.
He takes you both to the mini showers used for washing sand off and cleans you both up. You both put your clothes on, him helping you put on yours while asking if you’re ok and whispering affirmations.
Soon you both head back to his car and begin to ride along the beachside. His hand occasionally resting on your thigh during the ride. Soon you both finally arrive to your home to drop you off.
“Are you on beach duty tomorrow.” He asks drawing shapes into your hand with his fingers.
“I shouldn’t be.” You begin holding his hand, rubbing your thumb against his.
“Meet me at the shaved ice shop again ?”
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♡ Febuwhump Day 17: Hostage Situation ♡
@febuwhump
Content: Kidnapping, blood, bondage, neglectful team, ransom, whumper turned caretaker
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"You might as well just let me go. They're not coming."
Whumper continues shuffling cards, not looking at Whumpee. "You keep saying that. How can you be so sure?"
"Your asking price is too high."
"Please. Don't try to tell me that your little team is broke. I know that's not true."
"They're not broke. But they won't pay all that just for me. They won't even pay half of that. You're wasting your time. And your chains." Whumpee looks down at their own body, at the way they're bound by miles of chains to the point where they can't move an inch. "Seriously, is all this really necessary?"
"I don't know what you're capable of, and I would rather not find out."
"Hm. Fair enough. Would you believe me if I promised that I'm harmless?"
"No."
"Worth a shot."
They go quiet for a while, the only sounds being Whumper's cards shuffling against the table and the steady drip of blood hitting the floor from Whumpee's injuries. An hour passes before Whumper speaks again.
"You really think they won't pay up?"
"Not for me. Maybe if you'd taken Leader..."
Whumper scoffs. "If I was powerful enough to capture Leader I wouldn't need to be taking hostages for cash in the first place."
"Yeah."
Whumpee's voice is getting softer and more slurred by the second. Whumper had noticed the change happening, but that last word was just pitiful. Whumper stands, going over to check on their hostage. They'd gone pale and the puddle of blood under their chair had grown significantly.
"You're not doing too hot, are you?" Whumper asks, squatting in front of Whumpee.
Whumpee shakes their head.
"At this rate you'll bleed out before anyone comes to save you."
"They're not coming," Whumpee says again, their voice still weak.
Whumper realizes with a start that Whumpee is tearing up. Not in the way that they did when Whumper had roughed them up for the camera. That had just been a pain response. This is genuine emotional distress.
"You're upset."
"Of course 'm upset, asshole," Whumpee slurs, the tears falling. "The fuck do you think I am?"
"Good to see you've still got your fire. But there's no reason to be upset. You're going to be fine."
"Fuck off."
"I mean it. Let's go over your options, hm? One: Your team comes for you and pays your ransom and you get to go home. Two: Your team comes for you, kills me, and you get to go home. Three: Your team doesn't come for you, and you get to stay here with me. You're going to survive no matter what."
"You told them you'd kill me if they don't come before tommorow."
"Yes, well, I was hoping to inspire a sense of urgency. Doesn't seem to have worked. I could kill you, I guess, but I'm starting to get the impression that you may be more useful then that. If your friends abandon you here, that may put you in a position where you're willing to give me some information about them. Saves me having to torture someone for it. Besides, one of my employees just kicked it so I'm in the market for new blood."
"You want me to... work for you?"
"Again, I could kill you instead if you're not going to be useful to me. I'm still deciding."
"I'd be a waste of resources. I'm not good for anything." Whumpee starts to shiver, the chains making soft clinking sounds.
"You believe that? Is that why you think they're not coming for you?"
Whumpee nods.
Something inside Whumper cracks just a little as they stare at Whumpee - pale and trembling with silent tears leaving tracks in the blood and dirt on their face.
"Alright. Let's get you stitched up. You're not bleeding out on my watch. I really don't have the energy to dispose of a body tonight."
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“Reckless”
Summary: You were always known as a reckless person, but this time it wasn’t your fault
Pairing: Wandanat x reader
Word Count: 1,161
Warnings: Some arguing, Getting shot, Surgery, Blood
“Don’t go on this mission sweetheart” Nat told you as you got your bag ready. You turned to look at her and glared at her. This is how it always went, Wanda and Nat didn’t want you to go on a mission that didn’t include them, you guys would argue and make up when you came back. “Can we not start this right now? You always do this when you guys aren’t on one of my missions” “because we won’t be there to keep you safe” Wanda answered.
You scoffed, “I don’t get why you guys don’t trust me, I never put up an act when I’m not included on one of your missions and you guys never make it a big deal with each other,” now Nat scoffed. “Because you're reckless, you need to be kept in check” You stared at her in shock. “I’m not reckless, I do what I have to do to complete the mission and save everyone”
“Fine Y/N, go then but I swear if Clint tells me you did something dumb, I’m suspending you” you groaned, “you can’t do that Natasha”' You argued, but you were shut down by their glares. “You know I can, one word to Fury and it’s through” she said as she stormed out of the room. Wanda looked at you softly, “be careful, I love you” she said as she kissed your forehead and walked out to calm Nat down.
You walked to the quinjet with your head down, Clint greeted you with a smile which turned into a frown when you didn’t even look at him. “Trouble in paradise?’ he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder as Bucky flew the plane. You nodded as you played with your fingers, everyone knew when you guys had an argument since you always got all mopey. “You know how they get when I go on a mission without them” you mumbled, Clint nodded, “I know, Nat threatened me right now to keep you safe” you smiled a bit at that. “It’s okay kid, this mission will be a fast one, you’ll be able to talk to them later” you nodded and started focusing more on the mission.
What had started off as an easy mission turned into an ambush. You all made it out alive, but you had gotten shot in your hip, it was Bucky who carried you back and put pressure on your wound the whole way back. Clint paced back and forth getting the emergency kit and counting down his minutes. He knew Nat and Wanda were going to have his head for this. None of you saw it coming, right when you stepped a foot in the base shots started being fired at you, Clint thought it was luck that him and Bucky didn’t get hit, and you only got hit once.
Clint already contacted med bay to be ready as the ship landed. Bucky quickly scooped you up and carried you there. You whimpered as you cuddled into his shoulder, “stay with me” he spoke softly. “I want Nat and Wands” you mumbled as you cried more. “I know, I know” he looked down at you sadly, you lost a lot of color and eyes were shut.
Once he laid you on the bed, the medical team shooed him out. He sat down on the chair and looked at his bloody covered hands. A couple minutes went by and Nat and Wanda rushed in. “Is she okay?” Nat demanded as she gripped Bucky’s shoulder. “I don’t know, they're doing surgery right now” he told them. They looked down at his hands horrified, “Fuck, why does she have to be so fucking reckless” Nat practically cried.
“It wasn’t her fault, they ambushed us” Clint spoke up from behind. Nat continued to pace back and forth. “Nat, please, stop pacing, it's not doing anything. Everything will be okay, I can feel her. She’s fighting through this” Wanda comforted but in reality she was also terrified, but her being able to feel you comforted her.
They held each other as they waited, Bucky left to shower and Clint left to get them food. The doctor came out, they quickly stood up. “Is she okay?” Wanda rushed out before he could talk. “She’s okay and stable” they let out a sigh of relief. “Can we see her?” Nat asked, she was eager to see you. Although the doctor said I was okay, she needed to see it for herself. The doctor nodded, and they rushed in. They frowned at the sight of you in the hospital bed hooked up to an iv and an oxygen mask over your face. That sat down and watched over you. There were tears still falling down occasionally as they kept replaying the argument. After eating the food Clint brought them they both fell asleep with their heads on your leg.
You whimpered as you woke up, you opened your eyes for one second but closed them again because of the light. You cried out as you felt pain in your hip and sat up waking Wanda and Nat. “Hey, hey, lay back down” Wanda gently pushed your shoulder down, you shook your head as you grabbed your hip. Nat left the room to get a doctor. You realized there was an oxygen mask on your face and took it off much to Wanda’s dismay. “Wha… What happened?” you asked, clearly disoriented. “You got shot baby, they ambushed you guys” Wanda gently explained as she finally got you to lay back down. “Is Clint and Buck okay?” You asked, making Wanda smile a bit. “Their okay baby, just scared for you” she stroked back your hair and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay?” you asked now, noticing the tears in her eyes and her tear-stained cheeks. She nodded, grabbing your hand and kissing it. “I’m perfectly fine baby, just worry about yourself for right now” she tried putting the mask back on you but you whined and she reluctantly let it be.
The doctor came in smiling. “I see our patient has woken up” Wanda nodded as you yawned and rubbed your eyes. “Will get you more pain medicine. Looks like she doesn’t need that anymore.” he said as he changed your iv and took the oxygen mask. Nat came over smiling as you did grabby hands for her. “I’m glad you're okay, Detka,” she said as she kissed your cheek. “‘m sorry” you mumbled, making them frown. “For what?” Nat asked, a bit confused. “For being reckless” they shook their heads. “No, detka don’t apologize, this wasn’t your fault. You guys were ambushed, there was nothing you could have done” Nat comforted as your eyes got droopy because of the medicine.
“Go to sleep, I’ll have your favorite food waiting for you when you wake up” Wanda gently coaxed, making you smile tiredly. “Cuddle?” you asked them, giving the puppy eyes they couldn’t resist. “The bed is too small,” Nat said as she rubbed her thumb over your hand. “Then take turns” you mumbled, making them laugh. “I’ll start making the food Nat, you could have the first turn” Nat smiled and nodded as she got into the bed. You practically launched yourself on top of her and cuddled into her chest. Wanda was quick to rearrange the iv and rub your back until you fell asleep, she smiled as she saw both you and Nat had fallen asleep. She quietly left the room leaving you two to sleep and knowing they weren’t letting you out of their sight anytime soon.
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My Escape
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: The one time Matt is her escape in a loud situation, and she's his when he has a rough night as Daredevil.
From this lovely anon's request!
I hope I did your request justice, anon friend!
Warnings: anxiety symptoms described, gunshot sound
Words: Just under 2k
*not my gif, credit to owner*
Matt Murdock could take a beating—he could threaten a criminal over the edge of a roof without remorse and he could speak threats like they were prayers. One thing he couldn’t take? If she was feeling uncomfortable in any situation, in any way.
Matt was sitting across from her at Josie’s—they hadn’t reached that point in their relationship where there was a label and for that matter, if one saved the other one a seat at the table at Josie’s—and he was waiting for a moment to ask her if everything was okay. Foggy and Karen were playfully arguing about who should play winner at the pool table. Marci was taking a work call. But her?
She was anxiously drawing circles on the condensation of her beer bottle. She was looking around the bar, for nothing in particular, but for a sense of safety. She doesn’t need to worry about that, Matt thinks to himself. I’m here. Her knee was tapping at an incredible speed against her seat. No one else could feel it, but Matt could feel the vibrations through the floor up to his chair. Her heart was beating so fast it sounded like a loud thumping to Matt’s ears. She looked around again, biting her lip, flinching when she heard a group of men shout over at the TV.
Having enough of the environment, she excused herself from the table.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, barely at a volume anyone could hear her. Foggy and Karen didn’t acknowledge her exit and Marci stayed on the phone. Matt cocked his head to listen to where she was going—the bathroom.
She’d have to walk past a large group of bikers, ignoring their ogling glances and pushing past their rough leather jackets. Excuse me, Matt heard her politely say. His grip on his beer bottle tightened as he heard what some of them said under their breath. Immediately, Matt got out of his seat to follow her to the bathroom to make sure she was safe.
She closed the door behind her and stood back against it, eyes closed.
“Breathe,” she whispered to herself. She took a few deep breaths and felt her heart palpitating in her chest. Suddenly, she felt hot in her clothes and for moment thought she was going to pass out. Did I hydrate enough today? She placed a hand over her heart to calm herself down. You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine. Your friends are right outside.
“I shouldn’t have come,” Matt heard her whisper to herself. He was standing a few feet from the door, holding his cane in his hands, waiting for her.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and fixed her hair—the only thing she felt in control of.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Matt waiting for her.
“Matt,” she was startled. Relief washed over her like cold water, and suddenly she felt like she had come back down to reality.
“Hey,” he greeted softly, offering a smile. “You want to step outside for a sec?”
“I’d love that,” she breathed out.
It was much cooler outside than the dingy inside of the bar. The loud noises that came from the biker gang and other drunkards were nothing but muffled sounds as the door closed. Only the sounds of the city at night filled the space between them. Matt let her take a moment to herself as she leaned against the brick wall of the building and closed her eyes. He stood right next to her so his left shoulder was touching her right. He played with his cane in his hands, wondering when the right moment to speak would come. The last time it was the two of them, his hands had gotten lost in the tangles of her hair as they shared their first kiss. She had been so relaxed and carefree. Now, she was anxious and quiet. He wanted to show her that he could be the one she stole kisses from and the one who would be there for her when she wasn’t feeling herself.
Instead, Matt didn’t say anything. Maybe that’s exactly what she needed. He moved his cane to rest against the wall and gently trailed his fingers around her wrist until his hand was completely holding hers. She accepted it with gratitude, melting into his touch.
“Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. Matt wanted to hide the smile on his face, but he couldn’t. Her head fit perfectly on his shoulder.
“I had a feeling something was wrong,” he mumbled. “Thought you could use a break from inside.”
“I just get overwhelmed,” she sighed. “Too much noise for my brain to comprehend all at once. And then I feel unsafe and like I’m going to pass out. Do you ever feel overwhelmed?”
Matt chuckled in irony—did he ever. She didn’t know about his heightened senses, but he could relate to her in so many ways. He’s learned to turn off certain sounds but sometimes, and especially at night, he could never have a completely quiet night.
“Yes,” was all he said. “I do. All the time.”
“Well,” she picked up her head, the warmth immediately disappearing from Matt’s shoulder. “If you ever get overwhelmed, don’t be afraid to come to me to escape.”
Matt doesn’t reply with words—instead, he places a kiss on her forehead. As long as she was his escape, he’d gladly be hers.
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Matt hated guns.
He really hated guns.
Once a shot rang, the sound bounced against the walls and reverberated in his ears, throwing his whole balance off. Normally, he could shake it off, but tonight, the sound stayed. It stayed longer than when he left the alley it went off in. It stayed longer than it took to apprehend the gang member and throw him on the steps of the 15th Precinct. Now, as Matt patrolled the streets of Hell’s Kitchen in his Daredevil gear, he couldn’t control how loud the noises were in his ears.
Everything sounded sharp—high pitched in his ears, the kind that happened after attending a loud concert, the kind that stayed around for hours. Unfortunately for his case, it was ten times worse than the normal sound. Because his hearing was tuned up, it confused him when he smelt the different scents of the city—and believe him when he says they are the worst. Pungent garbage filled his nose, slick bitter pavement, rusting metal he can taste in the air.
It was hard to find his way to her apartment. Now that she knew his secret, she told him her apartment was his for free reign if he ever needed her. He tried not to burden her with his problems as Daredevil—knowing his secret was enough of a burden—so he saved his tickets to go to her apartment when he was desperately in need of her touch. Like he was tonight.
It was past midnight. He landed on her fire escape and tried his best to hear what she was doing through the windows of her apartment—dammit, the noises of the city were still too loud. He could barely hear anything coming from her apartment. Was she sleeping? Was she awake? He didn’t know, couldn’t tell. Suddenly, his cowl and mask felt too tight around his head, like it was squeezing him until he burst. Matt grunted in frustration as he placed his hands on his helmet.
“Hey, hey,” the sound of a sliding window filled his ears. Matt flinched from the noise but immediately relaxed when he realized it was her, awake. “Come in.”
She reached for him to grab her hands, and when she saw him struggle to find her touch, she knew it had been a rough night for him as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Her city’s protector. Her savior. She leaned out the window more and took hold of his strong hands, which now felt so delicate and weak in hers. She helped him step inside, careful not to knock her potted plants over.
Matt let her guide him to her soft velvet couch. He was too weak and distraught from the gunshot to be able to guide himself. She gently lowered him to sit down, still holding his hands. She placed them in her lap and caressed his calloused, bruised knuckles. She winced at the sight of how purple and red they were, but continued to caress them. She had to be the stronger one now.
“Rough night?” She whispered.
“Yeah,” he breathed weakly. “Someone—had a gun,” he uttered, still hearing things all too loudly. She knew how much he hated guns—his sensitive hearing would be affected for hours. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was dealing with now, much worse than the bruises she saw on his hands.
His face was still beneath the red mask, only his nose and mouth visible. It was probably even worse to be constricted in his suit like this.
“Let’s get you out of this,” she hushed, knowing even the sound of her voice could make his sense feel worse. She slowly lifted his mask with her thumbs and popped it gently off his face. He looked dazed, now that his senseless eyes were visible. His hair was disheveled from the mask. She brushed her fingers through his chocolate brown locks and he closed his eyes.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Listen to me. Listen to my voice. Listen to my heart.”
Matt closed his eyes, using all his might to focus his hearing on hers. His ears were still ringing, but soon, after much concentration on the sound of her voice and steady heartbeat, the ringing finally began to fade. His senses went from feeling like a circus to a calm, still river. It was so quiet, that he could even hear his own breathing. And the smells… the smells of the city faded as her scent of lilies and marshmallows filled his nose in the most pleasant way. Everything was now overwhelmingly her.
She placed her forehead against his, the tips of their noses touching. She kept her hand on the back of his head and caressed his neck.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered. “Breathe with me.”
“I am,” Matt was finally able to hear his own voice, the sound of the gunshot ringing completely gone.
“You’re here with me,” she murmured, her lips brushing over his as she spoke. Matt nodded, foreheads still touching. Now that he was touching her, her entire being was encapsulating his senses. His world became her. His reality became her. An escape he never wanted to come back from.
“What do you hear?” She asked gently, nudging her nose on his cheek.
“You,” he breathed. “Just you.”
“Feel better?” She asked when she noticed his breathing had slowed down. He nodded.
“Yes,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
She kissed him in response, letting her lips linger on his. They tasted salty from his sweat, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care what state he was in—she’d always kiss him. Soon, she asked if he wanted to spend the night with her in her apartment. Matt never agreed to anything faster. After a few moments on the couch, trading touches and chasing kisses, they went to her bedroom, where Matt truly understood what it meant she said they could be each other’s escape.
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Save John Watson
1098 words / Prompt: Chaos
“Go to Hell, Sherlock.”
The DVD shuts off. He remains fixed, staring at the screen.
Miss me? He’d thought it had to do with Moriarty. Definitely an attention-getter. He’d needed a diversion. But this…
Mrs Hudson sighs. “Sherlock…”
Her voice startles him, reminds him where he is and that she’s been watching too.
“What are you thinking, dear?”
“Hm?” He looks up at her, standing above him, arms crossed, a frown on her face.
“I’m thinking… how to save John.”
How to go to Hell…
She takes John’s chair, opposite him. He remembers putting it away, then bringing it back. He never can make up his mind about John. What to do about John getting married, what to do about his own vow, now that he’s failed to protect Mary.
You promised. You made a vow.
He never could make up his mind about Mary, either, even before he knew what she was. He’d chosen a dramatic way to let John see for himself, hear her confess what she’d done, and then hoped he was right. John was stubborn, but eventually yielded. But then she died, the thing he hadn’t foreseen.
Days have already been wasted, trying to solve this. Even in death, she presents him with puzzles.
But what she means here is obvious. John is the person they love most. Both of them understand that it’s not in John’s character to allow himself to be saved. He will stubbornly go to hell, insisting that he’s fine. Sherlock must get there first.
Once, Sherlock saved him. He got in a cab with a murderer—and John came to life, followed the cab, and saved Sherlock. The cane was forgotten and never reappeared.
There’s no murderous cabbie this time, no Moriarty threatening to burn his heart out. But there are other ways to go to hell.
Another sigh, a hard look in his direction. “Sherlock, I know you think I’m just a dotty old woman, but I need to say this: going to hell is not good advice. I have no doubt that she loved John, in her own way, and considered you a friend, but she is wrong.”
“In what way?”
“You and John— well, you’re both lovely people— but you have a terribly dysfunctional relationship. Coming from me, a person who’s had her share of relationship disasters, this may not sound like good advice, but who better to recognise a disaster in the making? Mary thinks that if you get yourself in trouble again, lose your mind, risk your life, John will rescue you. That’s his role in your relationship, to save you. Yours is to be brilliant and to need saving from your recklessness. But it’s not healthy. What Mary said is wrong, Sherlock.”
“But she knows John.”
She shakes her head. “Mary was one of those people who needed things to be chaotic. How else would she have become what she was? Assassins aren’t exactly homebodies, you know. She wouldn’t have lasted as a stay-at-home mum. Chaos was her first love, and she married John because he loves danger. And because of you.”
“Me?”
“Because she saw the potential of being a chaos agent between you two, disrupting the partnership you’ve always had. Look what she did to the two of you! Making you both jealous, putting herself between the two of you all the time. Shooting you, then getting John to forgive her because of the baby. And here she is, reaching her hand up from the grave to stir that pot again. She couldn’t help herself. You two have done nothing but abuse one another since you returned.”
“I’ve never hit John. And at the restaurant, he did hit me, but he had reason to be angry. I don’t blame him for his reaction.”
“I’m talking about emotional abuse. Bruises and cuts heal, but when you let people think you’re dead for two years, that’s abuse as well. Yes, Sherlock, it is. When you make him believe things about himself, that he’s not good enough, not loved— that’s abuse that doesn’t easily heal.”
“You think I gaslighted John?”
“It doesn’t matter that your intent was to keep him safe. She encouraged it, always teasing him about you, making herself out to be the smart one. He believes you didn’t trust him, that he wasn’t good enough. He believes you don’t love him.”
“He doesn’t—”
“Yes, he does. It’s as plain as day.”
“I killed his wife.”
She huffs, crosses her arms. “You did not shoot her. It was her choice.”
“No, but I goaded Vivian Norwood into shooting me, and Mary took that bullet.”
“And why do you suppose she did that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it constantly, and it doesn’t make sense. John loved her—”
“John loves you. She was no idiot, and she knew whose death would destroy him. Remember, she knew him when you were dead and understood what it would do to him if you took that bullet. She put herself in its path out of love for him. And he’s angry, of course. He’s lost his wife, and has a daughter to raise alone. But he loves you, and his anger is really guilt: when he saw you alive, and his wife dying, he felt relieved that it wasn’t you. That made him feel guilty.”
Sherlock is shaking his head. “Mrs Hudson, I know you’ve always seen us together romantically, but John isn’t gay. He—”
“Sometimes it doesn’t matter,” she replies, leaning forward. “We love who we love, and he loves you. Now, I’m not saying you meant to harm each other. Things have been out of kilter, and neither of you has dealt with it. He’s angry, and your feelings are hurt. Making it worse it not the answer. The only way to escape this is to step out of it.”
Sherlock stands and walks to the window. He stares into the street for a long time, thinking.
They were broken when they met. He’d been out of rehab for a few months, and was trying to learn sobriety. A junkie is always a junkie, and substituting cases for cocaine was healthier, but not a cure. Every day, he’d struggled to distract himself, and felt himself weakening. The case of the pink lady was an excellent distraction, but John—
He’d seen it that day in the path lab. A man with a cane for a psychosomatic limp. A doctor whose heart was still on the battlefield.
He turns to her. “What should I do?”
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Another chapter of "Things Somebody Should Have Said in Canon." Sherlock's question will be answered (eventually) in another story.
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Maybanks sister
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Chapter 7- Goodbye
Summary: Rafe slowly is becoming more and more unhinged. You realize his toxicity now, and you realize that there is no saving him.
“I need you to stop it.” Ward spoke, taking his hands off of Rafe. But Rafe wasn’t having it. He stood up from the chair, throwing it to the floor.
“You just can’t do it, can you? You can’t do the hard thing.”
“I can’t do the hard thing?” Ward asked, surprised at his nerve.
“No, you can’t.” Rafe walked towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t even look at me when I’m trying to talk to you. Im trying to have a real conversation!”
Ward shoved Rafe off of him, pushing him into a table and knocking down some glass and metal. He slapped him when he tried to go against him, Rafe panting as he looked back up at his dad.
You watched from the doorway, your mouth agape as you watched the scene. It was like you were back at home and 15.
“How many times did I bail you out before that, huh? How many?!” He shouted.
“You saved me? Rafe, you fucked us! All of us!”
Rafe’s eyes watered, he went past you and straight towards the balcony. You furrowed your eyebrows.
“I suck. Man up.” His hands went over his face. “Man up.” He told himself.
“Rafe?” You murmured under your breath, coming up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
He barely turned to you, but shoved your hand off when he heard a phone dinging on the table. You turned to the phone now, Rafe went toward it and saw some messages, picking up Wheezies phone.
He knew who it was. He opened up her phone, thinking for a moment before typing.
“Rafe…” you said, your voice quiet. “T-“
“Shut up. Please, God.” He mumbled the last part. You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, feeling a pang of hurt in your chest.
“Don’t… don’t fucking look at me like that.” He told you when he turned around, looking back at you now, and putting the phone in his pocket.
“I’m just worried. Your dad… he’s abusing you, and you don’t realize it-“
“Did you forget you’re living in his house right now? Cause you can’t even pay fucking rent.” He scoffed. “I’m a fucking man, I can take it. He’s not abusing me.”
“Jesus Christ, that’s what he wants you to think, Rafe.”
“Just because your dad abuses you doesn’t mean everyone else’s is, y/n.” He said, tone annoyed.
He realized his mistake when he didn’t hear you.
You just nodded to yourself, scoffing and going back into his room. He went to go follow before Wheezie was in front of him.
“You seen my phone?” Wheezie asked Rafe when you left the balcony with tears in your eyes.
“What?”
“Have you seen my phone?” Wheezie asked, looking at Rafe now.
“No, I haven’t seen your phone.” He said harshly, enough to make her walk away and go towards his room while he groaned, running a hand over his face.
She stayed silent for a moment, watching you in the doorway as you sobbed silently while shoving everything into a bag.
“Are you okay?” She asked you, you didn’t turn around. Just nodded.
“I’m… I’m fine. Thanks, Wheezie.” You spoke, voice stuffy, you wiped your tears as she came over and sat on his bed, next to you.
“He’s an asshole. You deserve better.” She told you.
“Yeah.” You said with a small laugh.
“I’m serious. You’re like… super nice to him, and all he does is yell at you or something.”
But they didn’t see him when he cried in your arms or when you held him. They didn’t see him when he comforted you.
“Thanks, Wheezie. I’ll see you around…” you told her, giving her a small smile as you threw your bag over your shoulder.
Rafe came in, blocking the door.
“The fuck are you doing in my room? Get out!” He shouted at Wheezie, she held her hands up and walked out the room, giving you one last worried glance. You began to walk over to, before he spoke.
“Where are you going?” He asked you now, his body blocking you from leaving, and slamming his door.
“Anywhere but here.”
“Jesus fuckin’… is this about what I said? Because you know I didn’t mean-“
“You did mean it, Rafe. And if you don’t want to recognize that your dad is abusing you, or that you’ve become a complete asshole,” you shoved your finger into his chest, looking into his eyes.
“Oh, I’m the asshole? I’m the asshole for wanting the best for you?”
“Then we’re done.” You sighed.
“Done? We’re not fucking done, this is stupid-“ he argued, grabbing your wrist tightly. “We’ll never be fucking done.” His voice was low and his grip only got tighter. You let out a cry at his grip.
He stared into your eyes now, his rage faltering as he saw your panicked eyes now. His grip had hurt.
“Let go of me.” You spoke.
He did, watching you open the door before you left.
“Goodbye, Rafe.” You spoke, looking down at your wrist and rubbing it, your back facing him.
Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, tears that fell when you left the house and practically ran away from the entire figure eight and down to one place you knew you could stay.
You came face to face with your cousins house. What you didn’t expect to see was JJ.
“Listen, man, all you gotta do is leave the ambulance running. It’s a small favor to ask, Ricky, just a small one.” He spoke.
“Jj?” You asked, shocked at his presence. Both boys turned to you, your tear filled eyes and your disheveled state.
“Y/n?” They both said in unison.
“What are you doing here?” Ricky asked you. “Thought you were staying with your rich boyfriend.”
Of course he didn’t have any bad intentions with his words, but he noticed the way your lip wobbled once he said it.
“He… I broke up with him.” You told them quietly, staring down at the ground.
“Oh, Shit. Sorry.” Ricky said.
“About time.” Jj murmured, making Ricky hit him in the arm, giving him a glare. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I.. Ricky, can I speak with you in private?”
“Why?” Jj asked, butting into the conversation. His eyebrows furrowed when he turned to look at you.
“JJ, I-“ you started.
“Yeah. Course…” Ricky told you, interrupting what you were saying, standing up now.
“I’m not having any part of your plan. You’ve come up with a lot of dumb ideas, but this might be the dumbest.” He told JJ now, going where all the plants were. You followed behind him, and so did JJ, ever so stubborn.
“who ran that load up to Cape fear when your hemp came in hot? Me, all right?” Jj told him, you furrowed your eyebrows.
“I’m sorry about your bud, I really am. But I’m not helping you commit suicide. Sorry. Now leave us alone, please. I’m working an overnight later, so if we’re cool…”
“Yeah. We’re cool. See you.”
They hugged it out, Jj having a new idea in his head.
“See you, y/n.” Jj said, you just gave him a small nod and turned back to Ricky.
“So, what’s up?” He asked you, eyes on his weed still.
“I’m… gonna be honest with you Ricky. I lost the house. I couldn’t pay the bills without…Luke. I don’t have a job, I haven’t had time, and I’ve been homeless for a few days… but I used to stay at… Rafes house, now…”
He took his eyes off the plant, looking at you in pity as you started crying again.
He quickly wrapped his arms around you, patting your back as you cried into his shoulder.
Your older cousin had been with you through almost everything, and he was not going to stop doing so now.
“You can stay as long as you need to.” He told you.
“Are you sure?” You asked him, your voice a croak.
“I’m sure.”
“Thank you.” You choked out, putting your head back onto him.
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“Rafe, if she testifies as well…” Ward said, pinching the the bridge of his nose.
“I know.” Rafe rasped out, his arms crossed as he looked down at the floor.
“Why would you tell her?”
“Because you never fucking listened, dad!”
It was silent for a little before Ward spoke up.
“You better find a way to fix it. She could ruin everything.”
“She’s not just gonna-“
“She could.”
“You don’t-“
“Find. A. Way, Rafe.” Was Wards last sentence before walking away.
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hello! idk if ur still doing the 300 followers thingy but can i request a cinnamon and hibiscus ^^
WOOOOOOOO friend, boy did I get carried away with this one! You are in for a treat because *wipes brow* yikes I am down bad for this himbo man.
Pairing: Ace x Female Reader
WC: 2700 I got carried away >:)
Prompt: “So do we like… holds hands now?”
*authors note- it takes 300 years and so much porn to get to the prompt and I’m SO sorry lol*
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*slam slam slam*
“Yes? I’m working!?” You shout from your desk in your room, still pouring over maps and textbooks you had recovered during your last raid of an island. You knew exactly who was knocking (really actually pounding) on your door from how many times you’ve heard that exact impatient, powerful knock.
The door to your room whooshes open and Ace bursts his way in.
“Uh oh, nerd alert, wee oo wee oo!” Ace lights the tip of his finger and spins it around over his head to mimic an emergency light. You roll your eyes. He carries a bottle of rum in his other hand and flops down in the armchair across from your desk.
“Just because you and the rest of the boys are acting a fool, doesn’t mean I need to participate.” You look above your reading glasses as they sit low on your nose.
“It doesn’t? What kind of crew mate and best friend would I be if I didn’t drag your boring ass out there to enjoy the party?” Ace hops up from the chair and sidles his way behind you, towering over your sitting form. He runs his fingers along the page that you’re currently reading.
“Yap yap yap, blah blah blah, boring as shit.” Ace slams your book closed.
“Ace!” You protest. He places his hands on your tense shoulders and digs his thumbs in firmly to grind at your sore knots. His hot digits release the tension with ease.
“You work too hard, y/n. Come enjoy the night with us. You deserve it.” Ace prods you in your shoulders to get up out of your chair. You sigh.
“Fine.” You finally relent. “I’ll be out in a minute. Let me change first, you brat.”
Ace flashes you a goofy, elated smile.
“Great! See you in a few! I’ll save you some shots!” Ace jogs out of your room to return to the festivities.
After Ace leaves, you get up from your desk and move towards your closet to find something to wear other than the grungy sweats you were currently sporting. You pull your drawers open and grab a tight black low-cut shirt and an even tighter pair of jeans. You change into the shirt and forcefully pull the jeans up your legs.
“come… on…” You jump up and down and eventually get the jeans over your ass and the button done. It wasn’t often that you dressed in anything nice. You brushed your hair and tossed it in the mirror, giving yourself a once over. You spray your perfume on your neck and head out to the deck of the ship to join the party.
You reach the deck and find it full of lively music and several fleets of the Whitebeard Pirates together enjoying the celebration of success with much food and drink. You spy Thatch whipping up a large pan of hot food and you immediately gravitate towards him You grab a plate from besides his wok and you hold it out for him to fill it.
“Oh look who it is! Finally decide to come out of your dungeon, y/n?” Thatch jokes as he fills your plate with a steaming pile of fried rice.
“Hah. Hah. So funny. I’m not staying long.” You begin to shovel the food into your mouth. “Mmm… not bad..” You comment on the food.
“Ace convinced you to come out? He’s been talking about it all night, hopefully he shuts up now that his girl has arrived to the party.” Thatch smirks at you.
“His what? I am no one’s anything, thanks.” You furrow your brows at the cook.
“Oh come on, y/n, still just friends are we?”
You scowl.
“You’re being weird.” You finish your plate of fried rice and leave it on the table so you could exit the uncomfortable conversation.
“Y/n! Come drink with us!” You turn around and see Ace waving you over to a table littered with shots of clear liquor and other pirates sitting around it. You hesitate, not wanting to prove Thatch’s point any further, but you eventually join the group at the table. You settle in a chair next to Marco, who hands you a shot glass filled to the brim. Ace lifts his glass and the rest of you follow.
“A fine day to raise the Whitebeard Jolly Roger! Cheers!” He throws his shot back and you were quick to follow. You cough briefly, not used to heavy drinking.
“You alright, y/n?” Marco pats your back gently and asks after he takes his own drink.
“ M’ fine. Are we doing more?” You question with a smirk. Ace smiles back at you from across the table. He looks at the bottle and his expression changes.
“Shit, gotta get another bottle. Don’t go anywhere guys!” Ace happily scampers back to the galley to retrieve more booze.
“So… things still the same there?” Marco asks you once a few of the other people around you had dissipated.
You groan.
“Why do people keep asking me that? We’re friends, that’s it.” You roll your eyes.
“Because he’s so obviously in love with you and you’re too deep in your books to figure it out.” Marco laughed at you. Your eyes widen, you could have slapped him.
“He is not, and you’re being ridiculous. No one is falling in love on a pirate ship.” You roll your eyes. Ace soon returns with more alcohol and you all partake in several more rounds of drinking.
As the night goes on the rest of the pirates eventually leave one by one to return to their quarters and fall into drunken slumbers. You are left at the table with just Ace and Marco. You felt that you should cut yourself off and begin to stand up from the table.
“Well boys, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m headed off to bed. Night.”
“Ok, y/n, goodnight- OOf!” You hear Ace grunt behind you so you turn around to face the two men again. Marco was glaring at Ace… did he just kick him under the table when you excused yourself?
“I mean, uh..” Ace stutters. “Wait, y/n. Let me walk you back to your room.”
You furrow your brow at his request. Ace looked at you with somewhat pleading eyes.
“Um.. sure I guess?” You were confused, but you didn’t want to be rude if he was insistent on escorting you back to your cabin. Ace hops up and you both bid goodnight to Marco before you turn and head to your room. Ace walks next to you closely and reminds you of funny things that happened during the party to make you laugh. You feel his warm arm brush against yours more than once. An accident, you’re sure, you both had been having a few drinks after all.
You eventually reach your room and you extend your hand to turn the knob.
“Y/n wait.” Ace suddenly appears between you and the door, causing you to jump back a bit. “I have to tell you something.”
“Ok…” You look up at him with concern.
“So, um, okay, so I just- you know how we’re friends? So I- maybe we could? I don’t know-“ Ace can’t even look you in the eye, his head hanging towards the floor. He is stumbling over his words and you just wanted him to get on with it.
“Ace what the fuck are you trying to say to me.” You were annoyed and frustrated. You grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to try and get his words out.
“IloveyousomuchandIwannakissyousobadallthetime!!!” Ace basically shouts at you.
You pull your neck back, still trying to process what he was telling you. He picks his head up to look at you finally.
“I-I’m sorry, y/n… I just can’t keep it in anymore. I’m in love with you, you’re all I think about and I’m tired of being just friends. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, I completely understand. I’m really sorry if this ruins our friendship, I just can’t help it anymore-“
You cut off his blathering and cup his face in your hands gently.
“Oh, Ace…” You whisper and lean forward, tilting your head slightly. You lips were now mere millimeters apart and you could feel his irregular breathing on your face.
“Is this… really happening?” Ace breaths out as you close the remaining distance.
“Will you shut up for once?” Your mouth twitches into a soft smile before you finally press your lips on his.
Your hands remain on his face as he wraps his warm arms around your torso in a bear hug as he kisses you back deeply. You kiss for a few moments before you pull back and look up at him, freckled cheeks flushed pink wand eyes blown wide with both lust and disbelief.
“Come in with me?” You ask as you pull away from Ace to enter your personal cabin.
“Yes ma’am.” Ace raises his eyebrows and grins comically. You giggle. Barely before your cabin door shuts behind you, Ace’s body is on you again and attacking your mouth with his. His hands are exploring your curves experimentally, and at a quick pace as if he’d never get the chance to do so again.
You pull back breathlessly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Ace.” You smile up at him. He grins back.
“You better not be! I’ve waited for this for too long…” Ace growls as he starts ripping your clothes off your body. After removing your shirt and bra, he pulls your tight jeans and panties down, helping you step out of them. He attaches his lips to yours again in a wet kiss before he lifts you up and tosses you back on your bed. Ace rakes his eyes up and down your naked form with a slack jaw as he fumbles to remove his shorts and boots.
“Enjoying the view, division commander?” You smirk and spread your legs for him.
“Oh sweetheart I’m going to be doing a lot more than just viewing.” Ace finally sheds himself of his briefs, his thick, erect cock bouncing teasingly in your direction. “Now let me have a taste.” Ace hops onto the bed in-between your legs and starts groping your plush thighs while giving them bites and kisses. You sigh out and keen into his warm touch on your sensitive skin.
After giving attention to your inner thighs, Ace finally reaches where you want his kisses the most. Ace hooks and arm around your thigh so he could bring his hand to your pussy and spreads it messily with two fingers.
“Look at that…” You cover your eyes with your arm, trying to hide from his scorching gaze somehow. “So pretty…” Ace coos at your dripping sex begging to him to touch. He immediately dives in and laps harshly at your clit.
“Oh fuck! Ace!” Your left hand moves instinctively to grip at his messy black hair. He continues licking and sucking at your most sensitive bit. Ace’s left hand moves up and grips your right, interlocking your fingers with his in an intimate gesture. Using your hand that was tangled in his hair, you guide his head in the exact movements you need to reach a climax and he happily accepts your instruction.
“Fuck, that’s so good, I’m gonna cum, shit-!” You cry out. Ace moans against your sex without stopping his expert tongue work. You tense and release, moaning wildly feeling the waves of your orgasm crests over your body.
You compose yourself and find Ace on his knees between your legs, positioning his now leaking cock up with your entrance.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Ace slides his thick tip through your wet folds waiting for your approval.
“Gods yes, Ace, please.”
Ace wastes no time and pushes his thick length all the way inside of you. The both of you gasp at the sensation. Ace is hovering over you, arms propping himself up over your panting face. His eyes are slammed shut, feigning giving you time to adjust to his size, but he was clearly trying to control his own pleasure, not wanting this to end too soon.
“Fuck me, Ace, please.” You buck your hips to encourage him to start to move inside of you. He obliges, pulling back and pushing into you again slowly. He captures your lips again in a messy kiss and slowly but deeply fucks you.
“Shit, y/n… it’s better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of… you’re perfect…” Ace starts to speed up his thrusts slightly, succumbing to the heavenly feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in over and over again. Maybe it was the alcohol or just pure lust, but you wanted him to give it to you hard and rough, much rougher than the gentle lovemaking he was giving you now.
“Harder, Ace, fuck me harder.” You plead from underneath him.
“Anything you want, baby, I’ll give it to you.” Ace obliges and roughly digs his fingers into your soft hips and drills into you at an intense pace. The sound of wet skin slapping and your collective moans filled the room, surely to be heard elsewhere on the ship.
“That’s so good Ace, shit, you’re so good for me.” You cry out and throw your head back. You feel Ace’s hips stutter and his cock twitch inside of you. You could have sworn your heard a whimper.
“I-… say it again… tell me again…please… ” Ace says barely above a whisper. You smirk, realizing what he was asking you to do.
“You feel so nice inside of me baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You reach your hand up and cup his sweaty face. “Keep fucking me just like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” Ace fucks into you harder, determined to feel you release around him.
“Hahh.. please… wanna feel you cum…. wanna be good for you…” Ace huffs out, humping into you impossibly fast. You feel yourself tip over that delicious edge and you moan out your lovers name.
Your body was buzzing from your orgasm and you impulsively bring your hand that was on Ace’s face to gently circle his damp neck.
“Will you fill me up like a good boy, Ace?” You purr up at him.
“Mhmm yes, yes please y/n! Wanna be a good boy for you… gonna fill you up so good… FUCK!” Ace shouts as he shoots his load deep into your waiting walls. You whine as you feel rope after rope hit your insides, stroking Ace’s back as he collapsed on top of you.
“My sweet, good boy…” You twirl his hair around your finger as your lightly scratch his back.
“Nnnnhhn…” Ace whines into your shoulder. “Don’t do that, I’m gonna get hard again.” He complains, voice muffled by your skin.
You laugh.
“Alright alright, let’s get some rest.” You gently push your lover off you and turn over to curl up into his side. Ace nuzzles into your neck and promptly starts snoring.
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You awoke still wrapped in Ace’s warm embrace feeling a slight soreness between your thighs. You smile remembering the filthy things you and Ace did to each other last night, but curse yourself knowing that everyone really was right about the nature of your relationship after all. You feel the man behind you stir awake. You flip around and lay yourself against his chest.
“Hey.” You look up at him.
“Well hey yourself.” Ace smiles sleepily down at you. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Your romantic moment is interrupted by a large grumble coming from Ace’s stomach.
“Ace!”
“What? I can’t help that! It’s been hours since I last ate! Let’s go get breakfast, I’m sure Thatch is up by now.” Ace quickly hops up from the bed and dresses himself. You put on some sweats and you both head out the door. You close and lock your door behind you.
“So do we like… hold hands now?” Ace asks.
“Sure… but if you try anything fresh like grabbing my ass in front of the guys, I absolutely will throw you overboard.” You retort. Ace smiles and grabs your hand. You both start walking towards the kitchen.
“Well I wasn’t going to… but now you’ve put the idea in my head…”
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xx Mo
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Snow Storm
König x Reader
He caught your eye on day one.
How could he not? The man was huge.
Being a new member of KorTac, but a very experienced soldier, you joined the team a couple of weeks after they formed.
It also didn't take long for these people to become like family to you. Every single one of them you were close to. And you loved to fight along with them.
And now, you were on a mission with them.
You hated the cold.
Well, that was a lie, you liked the cold, but you hated to be outside in the cold.
But you had a mission to complete.
And you knew you cannot have the cold ruin this for you, you were on a roll, already saved the others three times. You needed to move.
Then everything went up in flames, chaos.
You were separated from the others, only through the radio, you were able to tell them your position.
"In a fucked up very cold forest, surrounded by snow and ice, can't see a landmark."
"You must have ran into the woods, stay there, we will get you." said Aksel as they all headed your direction.
Great.
Trying to hide in a white forest while wearing nothing but black... not ideal.
"Cobra?" called a familiar voice and it wasn't even through the intercom.
"König?" you soon saw him emerge from behind a tree.
And indeed it was him. You had no idea he was there with you.
"The others are coming our way, did you also get lost?" you asked as you walked over to him, snow crunching under your boots.
He wasn't lost, he followed you after the explosion.
You didn't expect him to answer, but then you noticed something behind him in the tree line.
"Sir!" you yelled into your radio.
"Yes, I see it, try and find shelter, that is a bad storm, we will---- tomorrow--- but----"
"Sir, the line is really bad. Once the storm is over we will find each other. König's with me."
"Stay---safe!"
The line said before it completely broke off.
"Did you see anything where we could take shelter?" you asked König before he nodded and turned around, he started to walk as you followed him.
A small wooden house.
"Great, because every horror movie said 'Go into the scare house in the woods.'" you signed and he slightly laughed.
But you didn't have a choice, the storm was coming, fast. You headed inside.
This place was long abandoned. That much was very clear.
It was not only filthy but also run down. At least it had a stable roof and a fire place.
You smashed up a chair while König started the fire.
It was really really cold.
"Are you cold?" he asked and you nodded.
"Are you not?" he shook his head, no. Of course a giant like him wasn't cold. He was probably a walking radiator!
Oh.
A walking... radiator.
He tilted his head as he looked at you.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You-You must be warm right? Like... you are so big, you must be a walking heater..."
"W-What are you suggesting?"
"Cuddling, before I freeze my fingers off." you said it like it was the most natural thing. As if your insides didn't flip when you said that. You were embarrassed, but you were more afraid of the cold than a cringy moment.
At that time, maybe later you will regret this.
But he didn't say anything and you feared you went over the line. You didn't want to lose him, so you were ready to apologize when he nodded and opened his jacket, allowing you to get inside.
You moved so fast, you nearly knocked him over.
He moved so you would be closer to the fire, hopefully getting the warmth you needed.
And as you settled by his side, you knew you were right.
He really was a heater. You moved just a tad bit closer to him when you felt him freeze, you knew about his anxiety, you knew how he was.
Suddenly, you moved back, pulling away from him, he was looking at you.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you this uncomfortable."
As you sat down across from him, you saw him panic. He reached out for you, hands shaking.
"Bitte, komm zurück zu mir." (Please, come back to me.) You knew a little German, but you were no expert.
"Umm. It's okay, König, really, I will be fine. I didn't mean to scare you."
"I wasn't scared." his reply was fast. You were rather surprised he replied with such confidence.
You looked at him, perhaps you offended him more by moving away than by even suggesting the idea.
Like a lost kitten, you slowly moved back into his open arms, his huge body once again surrounding you. His arms locked you in, as if he was scared you'd run away again if he let you.
Buy you didn't.
His warmth took you in like a nice warm bath after a long day, and suddenly the old and cold house was not so bad.
You smiled as you started to slowly doze off.
"You are really warm, it's nice." you said before closing your eyes, head on his chest.
He must have thought you fell asleep because he started to run a finger down your face. It started from your brow, down your temple to your cheekbone. When he touched the top of your lip, you almost pulled away, but he spoke up.
"Ich Liebe Dich." he said, and it was your time to freeze. He didn't notice as he finger continued its path, but your mind was foggy.
Love?
Did he really just say that? Your German was limited yes, but you understood that one very well.
"Only say things like that if you mean them." you said as you opened your eyes. Your eyes lock with his, his filled with fear. "Did you mean it?" you asked as he tried to pull away, probably ready to run away from you but your grip on his shirt was strong. "Because I love you too. And I need to know if you mean it or not." his head whipped towards you, so fast in fact you worried he would give himself whiplash.
"You do? You love me?" he asked, and you nodded, cupping his cheek along with the mask he always wore.
And he nodded the slightest nod. He knew, in your line of work, relationships were hard. Impossible for some. And yet, here he was, wanting nothing but to be yours and for you to be his.
"Great, than as soon as we get out of this storm you can take me on a date." you said as you placed your head back on his chest, ready to finally sleep this time.
He was surprised at how easy-going you were. He confessed his feelings and you reciprocated them, he never expected for that to happen, but he was not about to complain.
As you finally fell asleep, as the storm outside still was at its peak, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about what he should plan for your date.
And as he was thinking, he pulled you even closer if that was possible.
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When you’re lost in the darkness look for the light—
warning: father-daughter relationship, mention of death, depression, school shooting, swearing, heavy topics, blood, kidnapping, reader is 19 years old or early 20s, family loss, trauma, ANGSTY!
My birthday passed and I miss my dad and love Price so here you have this angsty piece, grab tissues, you have been warned!
🤍
Price is a father- was actually.
Father of 10 year old Ruby who passed during a school shooting, did it take toll on his life? Yes... yes, it did.
Did he get married and have another kid? absolutely not. Always just a one night stand.
Price never thought he would have a kid, hell even handle one ever again after his was gone, his sweet Ruby– until.
A sarcastic and violent fourteen year old holding a sniper gun and hidden away from the world in a cabin a little away from the base that was attacked appeared.
At first like a pain in the ass but as times went by, she became the rest of his uncompleted soul, like the light in his dark life.
From being a smartass to him, to being a soldier under his wing.
And being a soldier under his wing means getting into trouble sometimes and getting yelled at by him, he didn't want to lose the one girl who like his Ruby.
After almost getting shot, she found herself in Price's office listening to his scolds, staying silent and moving the pen across the paper knowing better than to argue back.
“I know I ain't your damn dad, do I need to tell Ghost to always keep an eye on you because you can't take care of your own self?” He sneered causing her to stop and look up, giving him a frown.
oh…
it was always her saying that she knows he’s not her dad sarcastically just for him to retort back a “do you?” but she never thought it will be the other way around.
she stayed silent before opening her mouth to murmur a small “do you?” now that made him freeze.
His gruff demeanor softened a little but then hardened and he scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
“I…” he started, Price's brow furrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples, "Don't get all sentimental on me, kid," he grumbled, his tone gruff.
“I ain't got time for that shit. Just do your job and stay out of trouble, understood? you need to start acting like a grown ass,”
But despite his harsh words, there was a subtle warmth in his eyes as he looked at her, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between them.
Y/N did nothing but nod and huff sinking back on her chair, “fine.” he glared at her, “understood?” he repeated again causing he to stand up and walk towards the door.
“understood, old man, but if anything ever happens to me then just to let you know I did it like a grown ass. I’m a woman now, ain’t asking for help ever again,”
Price watched her leave, a mixture of frustration and affection swirling within him. He let out a gruff chuckle, shaking his head as he muttered to himself, “Stubborn little shit,”
he knew she liked him too much to stay angry at him, hell he saved her ass too many times and she saved his soul, she always came back to apologize for being stupid but this time she did come to see him before heading out with a boy she met a year ago.
a fling.
Price met him, but didn’t trust him, hell he hated the thought of the girl he raised meet a guy- well at least he watched her grow and become a woman not like his… never mind, Y/N will always remain the sarcastic fourteen year old to him.
his little shit who called him old man.
his light when he’s lost in the darkness.
Y/N knocked, peeking in, “hey… i’m heading out with Alexei to the cinema, just came to let you know,” she said with a small smile walking towards his desk.
Price looked up from his paperwork, his expression unreadable as he met her gaze, “Going out, huh?” he grunted, trying to mask the twinge of unease in his chest.
Y/N nodded, her smile faltering slightly under his scrutinizing gaze, “uh huh, just thought I'd let you know,” she replied, her tone casual.
Price's jaw tightened as he studied her, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, "Be careful," he finally muttered, his voice gruffer than usual.
Y/N's smile widened, genuine gratitude shining in her eyes, the childish twinkle he bought back after horrible shit with her abusive asshole of a family, “I will, cap. Promise.” everyone knew the; don’t promise something you can’t keep, rule.
As she turned to leave, Price couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. “and kiddo?” he called out, his voice softer now.
She glanced back at him, a question in her eyes.
“Come back in one piece, back to me, alright?” he said, the vulnerability in his voice betraying his tough exterior.
Y/N's smile softened, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features, “always do, old man,” she replied with the brightest grin, she then stopped by the door.
“hey John… look, i’m sorry for being a bitch with you earlier when you’re just trying to look out for me, and you know that I love you right?”
Price's heart skipped a beat at her words, a lump forming in his throat as he struggled to find the right response. "I know, kiddo," he managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion. "And... I'm sorry too. Just... be safe out there, okay?"
Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I will, John. I promise." never break that rule kids. 
With one last glance, she disappeared out the door, leaving Price alone with his thoughts and a gnawing sense of dread that refused to leave him.
But despite his fears, he couldn't shake the feeling of love and pride that swelled within him for the young woman who had become like family to him.
“give me a call once you’re there!” he called back loud enough for her to hear and make her chuckle.
–•–•–🤍–•–•–
first call was right before the movie, Alexei said hello, but now it has been 3 hours with no response from her.
no movie is 3 hours… especially not Romeo and Juliet.. Price searched up the timing of the movie of course, his paranoia ate him alive, but then… it went to 48 hours of no news from her.
he looked everywhere for her, yelling for the cops to search for her and his crew, driving around and hacking her phone just to find it in a car abandoned in an alleyway.
not a sound, not a sight of her, she just… vanished– no way was his Y/N running away, she was happy with him, Price can feel himself losing his sanity minute by minute, cops looked everywhere around, his crew asked, searched, he looked even in the woods under the rain.
until 71 hours later, 2 days and 23 hours later… he got a call from a random number, Price stopped his crews and put his phone on speaker, “hello? kiddo? is that you?” he started but was cut off by ragged breaths, like someone was shot in the lungs or was badly hurt.
“dad?” she started between heavy yet rapid breaths, “Y/N?” Price's heart raced as he listened to her ragged breaths. “Where are you? Are you okay?”
for the first time she called him dad and it wasn’t in a sweet way, it was filled with fear like her life depended on it.
Price's voice shook with worry as he waited for her response, his crew hanging onto every word, “I’m in trouble, Dad,” Y/N gasped, the sound of fear evident in her voice. "I don't know where I am... They took me... I'm scared."
static can be heard in the background like shuffling causing him to wince and push the phone away from his ear.
Price's mind raced, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone. “Y/N, stay calm, baby girl, We'll find you. Tell me, can you see anything around you? Any landmarks?”
Y/N's voice was strained, “I-I don't know... look, Alexei is with the Russian gang, he’s a spy, he has always been- I shouldn’t trust him, hack this phone, and his real name is Dimitri Smirnov, was in jail for 3 years because of “you” apparently, I managed to knock him out but please for the love of god…” she took a deep breath, oh so shaky, it’s like her soul was slipping away by the second, after each inhale.
As her voice trembled through the phone, each word seemed to carry the weight of her suffering.
Her breaths were ragged, shallow gasps punctuated by the sound of her struggling lungs. Pain dripped from her voice like blood from an open wound, seeping into the airwaves with every strained syllable.
well she was bleeding from the side, hell she was bleeding all over in this random ass cabin freezing to death and holding her side for dear’s life at the corner with his phone in hand as Alexei laid unconscious– or should she say Dimitri, hell she couldn’t even move to kill him, the chains did hurt like a bitch.
“I want to go home… cause i’m fucking bleeding out and I don’t know if I’m living, please Price, please… just..”
yeah she’s dying, definitely dying…
her essence fading like a flickering flame in a gust of wind, voice trailing off in the distance same way her essence did…
The static in the background mingled with her gasps, a cacophony of agony and desperation that echoed in Price's ears like a haunting melody.
he won’t forget this- ever, whoever in the heavens listening to him and watching over him seemed to like the sight of his suffering, hell he knows he won’t ever forget those ragged breaths of hers.
it will haunt him for the rest of his life.
“come take me home,” her voice cracked with anguish, the weight of her words bearing down on Price like a heavy burden. It was a slow, agonizing descent into darkness, her lifeblood draining away with each passing moment, leaving behind only the hollow echo of her pain.
with that the line cut off, Price barked orders, tracking down her phone, and as soon as Gaz found the location they were off.
a haunting location, a house in the middle of the woods, burning from the inside.
Price froze, but then in a second, he raced towards the back of the house where the fire still hadn't reached the spot, kicking the door with all his force with his men behind he could feel his heart hammering as his eyes moved around in desperate search of her.
as soon as the door opened a sharp whiff of smoke hit his face, causing his eyes to squint and become watery, he coughed a little but that didn't stop him from moving in, calling out her name.
but then Ghost called him from one of the ends of the hallways, "hey cap! You might wanna see this!" he said through his mask causing Price to walk towards the man who pointed at the chains on the ground leading from the kitchen all the way through the fire and to the attic room.
Price's heart sank as he followed the trail of chains, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened to her. The flames roared behind him, threatening to engulf the entire house, but he pushed forward, determined to find her.
fine running through fire was a stupid idea but he wasn't burned or caught by the fire surprisingly, instead, he walked down the stairs but Ghost was quick to catch up stopping him from doing anything crazy when the door to the attic room opened.
"get out of my way, lieutenant," an order.
"let me check first," was all Ghost said before the masked soldier reached the entrance to the attic room, it wasn't locked... Simon took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he might discover inside, preparing for the worst.
gun in hand, the other reaching to push the door so slowly so he could sneak in just in case the "killer" might be by the door ready with a gun or a knife or even a brick.
however, the scene before him sent pure fear through his veins, horror gripping him alive, the room was dimly lit by the flickering flames, casting eerie shadows on the walls but the air was heavy with smoke and the acrid smell of burning wood.
and Simon was never one to be easily shaken.
he even forgot to point the gun around just in case of an attack, his eyes landing on the body in the center, empty eyes staring right back at him, barely blinking.
Ghost wanted to throw up, for the first time ever after millions of missions, he wanted to throw up at the sight, not at her... but the state she was in.
On the ground, beaten so badly, covered in blood from head to toe that he couldn't even recognize her features until his eyes landed on the earrings, twinkling, but with drops of blood still.
his breath hitched the more he took her in, the once nice shirt she wore ripped at the sleeves and top, barely warming her up, a hand chained while the other was on her side, ankles on the other hand both were chained keeping her from moving.
a bloody golf bat by her head, the hair she straightened, now curled and damp, spreading around and dirty thanks to the thick pool of blood— a bloody golf bat by her fucking head- the fucker had beat her to death until she was paralyzed with a fucking bat, not only that, but she was either shot or stabbed to the side.
her breathing- oh her breathing was- ragged, her cheek pressed to the ground and eyes staring right at his slowly losing the sparkle of life, slowly, god he couldn't imagine the excruciating pain she was in if her eyes were still open.
tears racing down the side of her face, pushing some of the drops of blood away.
Ghost's heart clenched with a mixture of rage, sorrow, and helplessness, and finally, he knelt down beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her cheek, feeling the warmth of her fading life, blood coating his gloved fingers as soon as he reached for her.
The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he struggled to breathe, his body shielded her face from Price who would probably drive himself to madness if he saw her.
his daughter-
"Stay with me," Ghost whispered, his voice choked with emotion, "We're here now. We'll get you the help you need. Just hold on. Price is here- John's here..."
she tried to open her mouth and whisper something but only her fingers twitched and her lips parted, words turned into nothing but rough breaths.
"Lieutenant?" oh shit- oh no what should he do, Price was calling out for him, what should he fucking do? no response. he just.. stood and took a step back.
Price frowned, eyes moving to his gloved hand, a drop of blood, thick and so red landed on the wood, but when Simon didn't respond to his call only stared at the body.
He moved to the side, but then his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in disbelief and horror they almost popped out. His mind struggled to make sense of the unimaginable truth before him.
It was his little shit lying there, battered and broken, her fragile form barely recognizable beneath the blood and bruises. The world around him seemed to blur as he fought to comprehend the magnitude of the atrocity committed against his precious girl.
Every fiber of his being screamed out in agony, and he felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest.
and he moved, running to her side, collapsing on the wood, and reaching for her, taking his sweet Y/N in his arms, he held her against his chest and he swore he could see the way her eyes lit up as soon as she was in his arms.
Price could barely recognize her features, so he reached a shaky hand to brush her hair away from her face and with his sleeve, wiped the blood away carefully without hurting her even if it was painful even holding her, she didn't wince, but just stared, relaxing in his arms, breaths still fast but they slowed down as her fear evaporated like it was never there.
and she opened her mouth, mumbling the tiniest, "Hi old man..." Price almost sobbed at that, tears threatening to spill, yes he was emotional, for fuck's sake, "Hey kiddo... you're fine, just, try to talk to me we'll get you help," he whispered holding her, supporting her head like she was a baby instead of an eighteen-year-old woman.
He reached to push the strands of curls that clung to her bloody face, revealing a glimpse of her delicate smile. It was a bittersweet sight, pain, and fatherly love together.
With a trembling voice, Y/N managed to utter a few more words, her words barely audible, but Price leaned in closer, desperate to catch every syllable.
"come on, captain, scold me, it's better than this look," she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice weakened by the ordeal she had endured, tears streamed down Price's face as he listened to her brave words.
He couldn't fathom the depth of her courage and resilience in the face of such brutality. His grip tightened around her gently, as if trying to transfer his strength to her fragile form.
"I'm not scolding you at all, kiddo, never again," he said, he promised– as if that would make her stand and heal.
it won’t. it certainly won’t.
her vision grew blurry, the body heat slowly vanishing and colder then ice, black spots surrounding her vision, she didn’t know what to say.
"you’re my home, old man…" she whispered feeling her eyes flutter on their own, she wasn’t controlling her body, Price noticed and tried to shake awake talking about how she shouldn’t leave him or whatever, she couldn’t hear a single thing as peace slowly washed over her.
with weak knees she pushed herself using her tiptoed closer so her face in buried in his arm and his scent greets her into a warm embrace.
"no no no no- kid. stay awake," she would’ve laughed, joking about how he gives her orders even when she is on the verge of death.
"you’re my kid… you’re my home," he whispered both to her and to himself, so he doesn’t lose his sanity, to convince himself, he shifted so he will hold her in his arms into the tightest hug while her body is growing limp.
her breathing were ragged and as soon as he shifted and held her head against his shoulder, holding her head, it slowed down… and then stopped.
just stopped.
Price was frozen, heart shattering into so many little pieces, "Y/N? kiddo?" he asked shaking her a bit but as he glanced to the side, her eyes emptily staring up, lifeless, twinkle no longer there, no breathing escaping her mouth or nose, lips parted, head falling back, he knew.
his Y/N was gone, his sweet baby girl, in his arms, her bloody hand holding on his sleeve like it always did loosening and falling limp on her side.
Yet another soldier, yet another daughter vanishing from his arms and his life like a dying light, like a dying star, like dust in the wind.
well that’s life… ups and downs. never make promises you can’t keep kids.
Never
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I hope you enjoyed it guys!! edit is shit but the story ruined me! please let me know what you think🤍
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Pardon the anon ask, I'm always asking in Anon.
The blurbs about SWK, Macaque, and Red Son about kissing them to keep them in bed are super sweet. So, now I must ask:
What about the opposite? Kissing them to coax them to bed? Like kissing them on their head to catch their attention before going to sleep or similar. (No need for NSFW unless you want to. I was just thinking fluff.)
Mild angst in Wukong's part. Mention of nightmares.
Sun Wukong
He falls asleep pretty easily but that doesn’t mean he sleeps well. He has frequent nightmares and is usually up in the middle of the night because of them. They tend to repeat but he never gets used to them, especially the ones where he’s too late to save you.
You wake up to him yelling “No!” and bolting up. You startle awake and ask if he’s okay and what’s going on.
“Y-You’re here. You’re okay.” He mumbles then evens his voice out. “Yeah, I’m fine, peaches. Just a nightmare.”
You tiredly whine as he gets up but he assures you that he’s just going to get some air.
After half an hour, though, you decide to go find him. You find Wukong sitting on one of the ledges overlooking Flower Fruit Mountain. You call out to him and sit beside him. He gives you a forced smile that turns to a genuine soft smile as you ask him to come back to bed.
When you start kissing him, the man absolutely melts into your touch. Finally giving a sigh of relief and relaxing, he agrees that you shouldn’t be out in the cold and carries you to bed.
Red Son
He tends to lose track of time when he’s working so this ends up being a rather common occurrence. To the point that Princess Iron Fan will sometimes ask you to get her son to go to sleep.
Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, however, you did miss him since he’d been in his workshop all day and barely came out even to eat. You briefly greeted his mom as you passed her in the hall.
You call out his name as you enter his shop. The loud clanging that usually accompanies his work stopped.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, my love?” Red Son asked, turning in his chair to face you. You point out that it’s late and he should be in bed too. “But I really need to finish-”
He stops his protest when you start pressing kisses to his face. His face goes red and his magic flares up, causing his hair to light on fire. You giggle at the warmth on your face and tell him how much you just wanna cuddle and go to sleep but you can’t do that without your wonderful partner.
“I.. I suppose this will still be here in the morning…” He says, finally relenting. He gets up and follows you to your shared room where he gives in to your demands for cuddles.
Macaque
He usually gets home in the middle of the night so the fact that you waited up for him at all surprises him.
“Hey, sugarplum, You’re up awfully late.” He says with his characteristic grin. “Go ahead and head to bed. I’ll be in soon.” You protest that you’re not going to bed without him and he chuckles.
His smile softens and he says “Stubborn little thing aren’t you?” You tell him that it’s not unfounded since only god knows how late he stays up on any given day. “Touche”
He goes to start stripping out of his armor but you pull him in first and start kissing him. He smiles and gives you just as many kisses back as he gets into his pjs.
“Are you trying to seduce me into decent sleeping habits?” He asks, lightly laughing. You ask if it’s working. “It might be. If I come home to this every day, I might have to get home a little earlier.”
He suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and kick your feet at him. He gives you a light slap on the but and carries you to the bedroom where he throws you on the bed, careful not to hit your head on the headboard.
He plops down right after you hit the bed and starts kissing you again. You laugh as his fur tickles you. You slap his arm and tell him to stop. And after that, he pulls you close and you two settle down to sleep.
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Rock Hard (Rock Band! Cross Guild x Reader)
Part 4. The Drummer
Prelude // The Vocalist // The Guitarist // The Drummer
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, Crocodile is an asshole (I mean it), Crocodile calls you a whore in a derogatory sense but you straighten him out about that, possessive Crocodile, light choking, desk sex, PiV sex, creampie
WC: 2.5k
Summary: Of course Crocodile finds out about you and Buggy. And you and Mihawk. Because that’s just the way your life is going. He seems to be taking the news extremely poorly.
Notes: y’all wanted mean Crocodile, you get mean Crocodile
Tagging: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @keiva1000
You contemplate never going to work again. Preferably faking your own death, creating a new identity, and starting over in some small European country where they don’t have internet and you can just be a sheep farmer. That seems like the more reasonable solution- as opposed to getting out of bed and facing Mihawk or Buggy. You could call in sick but for some reason that’s worse than any of the previous options so you begrudgingly peel yourself out of bed to get ready for work.
Your only saving grace is that you’re working with Crocodile today and ironing out sponsors for their first concert- a task that shouldn’t involve either of the men you’re desperate to avoid. If you keep your head down you should be able to artfully dodge them.
And by artfully dodge you mean using the stairs and fast walking though hallways as you don’t bother to stop at your own desk- opting to start your day in Crocodile’s office. You hover at the door to his office, listening to make sure there’s no one else in there (like other pesky band members) before knocking. He tells you to come in and you do, relieved to see he’s alone.
“Did you get the papers I left on your desk?” Is his first question and it has you cursing under your breath.
“Sorry- I must have missed it-“ You know your lie is caught the second he looks at you with one eyebrow raised.
“I came straight here, I was running late.” Another lie, but a better one that Crocodile seems to accept.
“I’ll have Daz grab them off your desk in a bit, there’s something I need to talk to you about first.” He motions for you to sit at one of the chairs across from his desk.
You hesitate, walking closer but stay standing behind the chair. “Something wrong with the venue?”
“No, everything with that is going fine. It’s something more personal.”
Shit.
“Last night I had to stop a fist fight from breaking out between Buggy and Mihawk.”
Fuck.
“Would you happen to know anything about why that might have happened?”
You can tell by his tone of voice his question is rhetorical, and you wish you had followed through with your plan on faking your death. Taking a deep breath, you dig deep to find some sort of reasonable response.
“I’m sorry. Some of my actions have been incredibly unprofessional.” You keep your eyes glued on the chair in front of you but you can still feel Crocodile’s glare burning into you.
“Unprofessional? Look if I had know you’d be such a whore-“
That last word has you seeing red and your gaze snaps up to meet his. “Excuse me? I understand that I fucked up but that gives you no right to call me that. If you’re going to call anyone a whore look at your bandmates and take your pick. Buggy begged for weeks and Mihawk couldn’t stand the concept of Buggy having something up on him that he dragged me into a closet. Get your fucking facts straight before you decide to start throwing names around.”
Standing up to him throws Crocodile for a second, and you watch his glare falter into surprise for a second before coming back as he stands up and rounds his desk. “Oh, I’m sorry, is weak willed more appropriate? Degenerate? Pathetic?”
He’s standing over you now, large frame crowding yours in an attempt to make shrink back. You don’t.
“Does saying that make you feel better? Or do you just get off on talking like that to your subordinates?” Anger and adrenaline fueled your words, not backing down even when his body moved to cage you against his desk.
“What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” His prosthetic, an expensive robotic hand, slams into the desk by your side but you don’t flinch.
“You’re already going to fire me. I might as well keep what’s left of my pride.” You answer honestly, not breaking eye contact.
Crocodile laughs- honest to god laughs at that. “Well, I guess I can appreciate that.”
Silence hangs in the air as his body continues to press the backs of your thighs into his desk. You’re not sure what to say, only that you’re not going to try and slink away and lose this fight.
“I had to stop Mihawk from denting Buggy’s painted face in. Buggy was getting awfully descriptive to get under his skin.” Crocodile muses and you grimace.
“I’m going to kill both of them.”
Crocodile doesn’t respond but as the silence stretches on you notice the way he’s carefully looking over you, gaze dragging down your face and neck. His hips are square with yours but hovering just out of indecent range and then it all clicks.
“You fucking hypocrite.”
“Excuse me?” Crocodile tone lowers, clearly pissed.
“You’re just like them! Probably mostly like Mihawk if I had to guess.” You stand up straight, chest pressing into his. “You’re mad that Buggy had something up on you. You insecure, petty-“
You’re cut off as his hand shoots up and grabs your jaw, forcing your face to keep staring up at him but giving him more control. You flinched back at the move but try not to let it scare you- the second he actually hurts you your knee is perfectly set up to hit his groin.
“You can dish it out but you can’t handle it?” You fire back, voice slightly muffled by the way his fingers dig into your cheeks.
“I would never get jealous over anything involving that clown. And I can take a lot more than a few rather tame insults.” His grip tightens. “What I don’t appreciate are brats.”
“The way you’re looking at me suggests otherwise.”
Your knee, which was previously itching to debilitate him, creeps up slowly and you can feel his hard length straining against his pants. He makes a noise almost like a growl when you press down and you grin wide. The grip on your jaw turns slack as he grinds his length against your knee before settling even closer to you, pressure held against his cock.
“Just admit it Crocodile.” You whisper, tilting your head so it’s laying gently in his hand. “Admit that you’re jealous.”
“Fuck you.” Despite his words his thumb caresses your jaw and his hips slowly grind into your knee again.
“I’ll leave. You need this more than I do. Say it.” You press you knee in further, getting close to hurting him with the amount of pressure you’re exerting.
“I’m not jealous.” He restates, but there’s less bite to the statement.
“Fine.” You straighten your leg back out and his reaction is immediate.
“Fuck- wait a damn-“ His grip on your face tightens once again and you feel his other hand grab onto your hip.
Despite him holding your face he doesn’t look at you, eyes focused downwards as he works through the thoughts in his head. He moves your jaw, tilting it slightly to the side as he leans down to bring his face to the column of your neck. His breath is hot as it fans over your skin and his nose slightly nudges you.
“I’m not jealous.” You’re about to wrench out of his grip but when he continues you still. “I’m competitive. I’m possessive. Just like Mihawk I thought about you under that fucking clown- and then with him-“
“You probably didn’t even like me until Buggy-“ You begin to snarl but Crocodile cuts your off by finally moving to look in your eyes.
“I’m not a toddler and you’re not a fucking toy. You’ve had my gaze for some time why do you- I remembered you from Marines. I spotted you then and I remembered you and that’s why you’re here. You stood out to me and I chose you to be my manager. I chose you.” There’s a sincerity to his words that catches you off guard- a sharp contrast to the argumentative push and pull.
Your eyes scan his face for any trace of deceit but you can’t find it and you find yourself floundering as the game suddenly changed. You find yourself melting into his strong grip almost against your will.
“Don’t lie to me.” You whisper, now afraid of the emotional weight added.
“I’m not. I haven’t. I won’t.” He promises.
And you believe him.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
You surge forward to close the small gap between you two, mouths roughly meeting. His hand slips down to your neck as your tongues and teeth clash in the messy, heated kiss. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as the hand around your neck grips loosely, just enough to feel that he has control over you.
With one of your free hands you reach down and slide a hand roughly underneath the waistband of his pants to palm at his erection. He groans into your mouth as he moves his hips to grind into your hand. Before you can reach your fingers around him your hand is yanked out and Crocodile is stepping away.
“Pants off. Now.” He barks and while your hands automatically go to the fastenings on your pants you pause once you think about it.
“If you want them off so bad-“ You don’t get the rest of that bratty thought out of your head before Crocodile is manhandling you.
He turns you around and pushes between your shoulder blades until your chest hits his desk. Before you can even complain your pants and underwear are yanked down to your ankles and his foot kicks yours so your legs are spread wide.
“Smart fucking mouth- gonna make you shut up-“ You hear the click of his belt and the unzipping of his pants and that keeps you glued to the desk.
“Look at this. So fucking wet. You love getting pushed around?” You feel his tip drag along your entrance and you moan, but that’s not good enough. “Use your words.”
“Yes-“ You whine and are rewarded when his tip presses into you.
“That’s right- that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You try to think of some clever retort but lose every single thought in your head when he pushes himself all the way into your in one sharp motion. Both of you moan loud as he bottoms out inside of you. There’s a sharp pain that makes you feel like you might be ripped in half but as he grinds himself in and grips your hips it quickly fades into pleasure.
“That’s it- just needed to be stuffed full with my cock- fuck-“ The grip on your hips is bruising as he starts to move, thick length dragging out and then snapping back in.
The sharp thrusts force your thighs to dig into the hard corner of the desk but the pain adds wonderfully to the flood of sensations. Crocodile sneaks one of his hands around your neck and pulls you back just enough so he can bite into your neck, another pain that makes your head dizzy with pleasure. You know exactly what he’s doing- marking you so the other two will know exactly what happened. The thought is electric as you imagine what Buggy and Mihawk’s reaction will be.
“You’re so fucking tight around me- can’t wait to feel you cum all over my cock-“ The hand around your neck grips tighter, not cutting off your air in any way but keeping you firmly locked against him.
His other hand reaches down and presses into your clit causing you to moan and clench around him. You know you’re close but you can’t tell him, all you can do is moan and whine as he pounds into you.
“Tell me- either of them cum inside you? Did they claim you like that?” He asks and you shake your head no- the correct answer. “Fuck- that’s right- gonna fill you up- make you mine-“
You cum hard around him, vision whiting out as he keeps relentlessly thrusting into you.
“I’m- fuck-“ He swears loud as he stops buried all the way inside you, his cum shooting out deep into you.
He holds himself in there, grip around your neck still keeping you up. Both of you pant and you can feel both of your cum sliding out of you and onto the desk below, but you can’t bring yourself to care about the mess. Crocodile kisses your neck right where he bit into it before letting you go and you let yourself lay on his desk while he slides himself out of you. You hear him shuffling around and after a few moments you feel him lightly wiping you off with some tissues.
“Thanks.” Is all you can manage, looking over your shoulder to give him a tired smile.
“You can lay down on the couch.” He offers, head tilting towards the ridiculously expensive couch off towards the side of his office.
“Not kicking me out?” You ask, half joking, half not as you take up his offer and wobble over to lay down.
“Of course not.” He straightens up some of the papers and pens you both scattered everywhere. “I don’t- I would hope this could be more than a one time thing.”
“You were serious.”
“Of course I was.” He stops what he was doing to walk over to you, bending down as he holds your face.
You’re confused, you’re tired, you’re overworked, and you just got fucked within an inch of your life. You were not ready for something that seems so serious. Crocodile seems to pick up on that and can’t hide a twinge of disappointment coming over his face.
“I don’t- I’ve had a long few weeks and I’m not saying no. But-“ You sigh and nuzzle into his hand. “Is this really a good time?”
He sighs, you’re right. “We really need to be focused on this first concert.”
You nod, pressing a kiss to his palm. “You will do the concert and then after we can seriously work this all out.”
“I knew I hired a good manager.” He gives you an uncharacteristically soft smile before straightening back up again. “Rest all you need today but tomorrow it’s all work.”
“Yes sir.” You respond, and you don’t miss the way his gaze snaps back to yours at the title.
“Next time, that’s the only way you’ll refer to me.” He says like a promise before returning to his desk and getting back to work.
You got comfortable on the couch, pulling one of the pillows under your head to get comfortable and rest a bit before you had to get back up. But every time you thought your head was clear thoughts of all three men flooded your head.
Again the only thought you had was of how truly fucked you were.
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Hii, i loveee your writting so muchh i can’t get enough of it. If you’re not busy do you mind writting a fic of frank zhang x reader slow dancing together maybe to the song perfect by ed sheeran or can’t help falling in love with you by Elvis Presley
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Don't Step On My Foot, Zhang!
content: frank zhang x reader fic
warning: mushy gushy softness
author's note: barely counts as blurb but frank deserves a fic so imma call it a fic yall can die. i have been struggling so bad with writing legit cannot write anything except this. this came from me but also i hate it. and i hate everything and im dying send help im so done but also like im fine don't freak out but also at the same time...save me good lord save me. i need to get through my inbox and my drafts but also i can't???? but i need to- LORD HELP ME JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST-
frank, over the years, had forgotten how to sit in domestic bliss. sure, he tried to remain as soft as he could, refusing to let life toughen and harden his roman skin. but, just sitting in the comfort wasn't something that came naturally to him. which is why he was grateful for you. somehow, through training your childhood away and two wars, you managed to keep the gentleness of a dandelion. you clung to it, seeing it as your saving grace. and, in turn, frank clung to you.
so, in the early mornings, when no one was ordering frank around and no one was trying to stab you, you'd force frank to stay in bed for just a while longer. truly, just a few minutes and then you'd let him get up. but every morning you did this, frank knew more was too come, more small breakings of his roman rules and his discomfort with just being still.
you two would get up slowly and softly, no urge to rush or run flowing through your blood. he'd pour the coffee and you'd start on breakfast, working like a well-oiled machine. then, as always, you'd shot a smirk over your shoulder to frank and turn the radio up. he'd pretend to roll his eyes and stomp his way over to you, but his smile betrayed him. you'd wrap your arms around him and he'd tangle up with you as well. and the pair of you were just sway. it didn't matter if it was a fast song or a slow song, you two were just doing it to hold the other.
"oh! my waffles!" you'd nearly scream at one point, scrambling out of frank's arms and diving desperately to save them. frank would laugh, a deep belly laugh that only you could ever pull from him, and you'd glare over at him as you just barely save your breakfast.
"don't laugh at me! it's your breakfast, too" you reply, his laughs contagious and making you lose all your venom. you shook a waffle on a fork at him and he'd just roll his eyes, reaching up and grabbing plates without needing to look. it felt like everything he did with you was second natural, like he'd been doing it with you for eons and centuries. for lifetimes and lifetimes. as he set the tables, you grabbed the maple syrup and slid it to the canadian, who proudly took it and just drowned his waffles.
"i don't even know why i bother cooking for you. i could just give you a plate of syrup and you'd be happy," you teased with a wrinkle of your nose and frank offered you a cheeky but soft smile.
"it adds to the experience."
"it so does not!"
music continued to softly float through the air, just background noise as you curled up in your chairs and talked, if you so pleased. some days the pair of you would be gossiping and yapping up a storm, catching up in the way only lovers can. other days were silent, the only noise being the clatter of metal utensils against ceramic dishes and the gentle nearly silently sound of you grasping the hand of your lover over the dinner table.
"and then - you're not gonna believe this, frank, really - lucy told flora that she was gonna date her boyfriend. how crazy is that? so, obviously, flora beat the shit out of her. like, it was bad. but like, i'd do the same," you yapped, pausing to shrug and take a drink from you coffee that was always perfect as frank had mastered your drink years ago.
"you'd do the same?" frank teased, looking up at your with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes, blushing despite yourself.
"duh! youre my man. can't have any girl's stealing you away from me," you teased back, tilting your head at him with a wrinkle of your nose.
"so possessive," taunted frank as he stood up, taking your plate and his and making his way to the sink, rinsing them and setting them out to dry.
"you find it endearing."
"yeah, i do," replied frank, glancing over his shoulder at you with a beaming smile. then the song changed and you were jumping up to your feet, grasping at frank's hands and he twirled you instantly without needing to be told. you giggled as he pulled you back into his arms, dancing the pair of you around the kitchen like you were at some large party when the only viewers were your nearly empty coffee cups and plants from jason.
"don't step on my feet, zhang," you teased, a moment to reminisce on your first night in your shared apartment, in which you asked frank to dance with you around your unfurnished place and he'd been so nervous he stepped on your toes.
"one time! i do it one time. am i ever gonna live it down?" frank groaned, shaking his head as he looked down at you with a playful smile.
"nope! never! this is gonna haunt you until the day we die," you teased, looking up at him with a wiggle of your eye brows.
"whatever. forever with you is worth some teasing about my bad dancing skills," frank muttered, his words getting jumbled as his need to kiss you took over.
that was like second nature too, kiss you. something natural and primal that he was sure even death couldn't strip him of.
#all my love ౨ৎ#pjo#hoo#heroes of olympus x reader#frank zhang#frank zhang x reader#frank zhang x you#frank zhang x yn#heroes of olympus
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