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if your punk relies on being mean and angry* more than it relies on building a community, then it's meaningless.
*specially if it's towards other marginalized people. the fuck you're doing?
#punk#neuropunk#madpunk#queer punk#trans punk#solarpunk#I've run out of tags to put here.#yes it's important to be angry and mean sometimes but if your version of punk is#'yell and lash out at anyone over anything and then way i have the right to be angry'#then that's not punk that's just being a jerk#physdis#physically disabled#physical disability#unitypunk
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donate to palestinian gofundmes! remember your clicks! watch out for scam gofundmes! gofundme is refusing to release the funds to palestinian gofundmes! remember your clicks! theres a ceasefire! israel is breaking the ceasefire! palestinians directed to safezone! israel is bombing the safezone! theres a ceasefire! israel is breaking the ceasefire! donate to verified gofundmes! dont donate to gofundmes, donate to organizations who can use the money where it's needed most! remember your clicks! don't donate to orgs, theyre inefficient and individuals know how to use the funds better for themselves! here's a list of verified gofundmes! remember your clicks! israel accused of war crimes! remember your clicks! if we all work together we can stop this! eyes on the protests! eyes off the protests, theyre drawing attention away! eyes on the protests, the government is trying to shut it down! boycott eurovision, eyes on eurovision protests! eyes off eurovision, it's drawing attention away! never look away for even a second! remember your clicks! here's a graphic description of the torture theyre going through! pay attention, paying attention is how we stop this! remember your clicks! buy esims! think about the children dying horrifically right this second in real time! eyes on the next safezone, surely this time itll work and israel wont turn around and bomb it! remember your clicks!
compassion fatigue? how fucking selfish can you be? are you actually going to make this about you and how upset it makes you feel to think about? you should be thanking god it isnt happening to you. you know every country in the world hates yours and its only a matter of time before someone finds an excuse to start bombing you back, better pipe down! listen to the planes flying overhead and imagine they were raining death down on you, maybe thatll give you some perspective. remember your clicks!
#origibberish#this isnt at anyone in particular and i hope it doesnt come across as like. 'theres no use supporting palestine' or anything like that#its just. depressing. watching everyone go round and round arguing that no one is doing activism right and we just have#to do it harder and thatll magically end this#and then every time the 'right' thing to do turns out to be a scam or turns out to not matter or turns out to have something#else going on at the same time because the scale of this is something i think none of us can comprehend#i think the internet bringing these events closer to us has been helpful in terms of getting information to us but i feel like#it also has set up a kind of. parasocial relationship between us watching online and palestine#we feel personally responsible for saving them but realistically theres very little an individual can do but watch and talk about it#so when thats all you can do you channel All of that energy into doing it As Hard And As Perfect As Possible#which can be good but can just as easily turn into. yknow. well intentioned groups eating themselves alive over anything#perceived as not contributing hard enough#and when the thing your contributing is something as ephemeral as Looking and Talking. its very easy to find things#to read as failures to live up to your standards#idk im just. tired of watching ppl who want the same thing yell at each other because they want it the wrong way#i think part of it too is just. grieving#we're all grieving everything thats already happened to them and. like. denialâ angerâ and bargaining are the#first three stages of grief#we're all just lashing out at each other because theres no one in power we can actually reach
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heat rage
words: 1k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, fwb, hooking up, mentions of drinking/partying and hooking up while drunk
âtopper, will you shut the fuck up?â rafe yells, making topper physically jump, eyes widening as he looks to rafe.
âi didnât even say anything.â topper argues back, his voice almost sounding whiny.
âand yet youâre still being too fucking loud!â rafe growls, looking like he's seconds away from standing up and hitting topper across the face.
âalright, come on.â you stand, gesturing to rafe to join you.
âwhat?â he grunts out, the heat and stress of the day clearly having gone to his head, making him frustrated and angry for no reason, ready to lash out at anyone.
âyou're being a dick because you're all upset.â you say, reaching your hand out for rafe to take, but he just swats it away.
âim fine.â
âfine.â you shrug, turning away from the boys and walking towards the stairs. âi guess you don't want me to give you head.â
rafe is scrambling off the couch to follow you up the stairs towards his bedroom, eyes on your ass as you make your way up each step.
âyou're gonna be more relaxed after this right?â you question as rafe closes and locks his door behind you. âbecause if you're just gonna be an asshole all day im going home.â
âyeah, promise.â rafe nods, leaning forward to press a smearing kiss across your lips. his version of a thank you, since the words will never actually leave his lips.
you're not a couple, but you don't exactly just hook up either. you guess it would be defined as friends with benefits. rafe often says you're the one girl he can actually stand to hang out with, and it certainly helps that you often end up hooking up after parties where you drink a little too much.
rafe places a hand on your shoulder, shoving you down to your knees, indicating just how needy he is for your mouth.
you smirk when you realize he's tenting in his shorts, having grown hard in just minutes. you tug at the two sides of his pants, opening them to reveal his boxers.
âcome on.â rafe grunts impatiently.
ârafe, you said you'd be nice!â
âafter you give me head i will be! come on, i need it.â rafe pushes his pants and underwear down his hips in one swift motion, his cock popping up from its confines.
you place your hand around the base to hold it steady as your lips and tongue tease over the head, kissing and licking as rafe moans. you wonder if topper is able to hear his sounds as you sink down on his cock, allowing it to fill you mouth.
âfuck, we should do this sober more often.â rafe tangles his hands in your hair, helping guide your motions up and down.
you're determined to make this good and memorable, not just because rafe is pissed off and needing the relief, but as a reason to continue hooking up without the influence of alcohol or drugs in your system, wanting to experience rafe fucking into you without being sloppy drunk.
you force rafes length down into your throat as you bob your head, his hands tightening and loosing in your hair like he keeps losing control only to quickly regain it.
âgod, that's fucking good.â rafe moans out, his voice low and when you look up to his face you aren't surprised to find his eyes closed, face one of bliss.
you place both your hands on his thighs, giving yourself a good base as you use your whole body to move off and on his cock, truly getting into the motions.
âdamn.â rafe curses. hes inclined to let you do all the work, but he's too into the way it feels that he can't help but begin to thrust his hips forward and back.
you feel yourself choking around his cock and try to hold back the gagging noises as he rams into your throat, but you can't hold them back for long.
the noises don't deter rafe, only spur him on more, his hips pumping faster as you feel his cock swelling in your mouth, the telltale sign of his imminent release.
you try to suck, rub your tongue against the underside of his cock, or give some sort of extra stimulation, but ultimately you end up letting rafe fuck into your face, mouth ajar and wet for him, drool dripping down your chin.
âfuck, cumming.â is all rafe can get out before his cum is spurting down your throat in long ropes that you're eager to swallow.
you pull off the second he's finished, taking deep breaths intermixed with coughing you wish you could control, not wanting to seem like you couldn't handle it.
âyou good?â rafe asks, attempting to fix your hair by smoothing his hands over the curls he was gripping tightly into.
âyeah.â you nod quickly. âjust get me a drink of water.â
you move from your knees onto the bed, breathing deeply as rafe puts his bottoms back on before heading into the bathroom, coming back with a cup of water for you.
âthanks.â you mumble, taking it from him and gulping it down.
âno, thank you.â rafe says, leaning down and in a moment of rare softness pressing a kiss to the top of your head.Â
âwe should get back down to topper.â you say, wiping your mouth and taking one last drink.
âshit, kinda forgot he was here.â rafe laughs, helping you stand before walking down the stairs with you, back into the living room where you flop onto the armchair, stretching yourself out and giving your knees much needed relief.
âdamn, if i knew all i had to do was get all pissy to have my dick sucked i would have been an asshole this whole time.â topper chuckles, meaning it as a joke, but rafes relieved calm face quickly turns back to one of anger as he growls out.
âoh god.â you drop your face into your hands, all your hard work undone with one sentence from topper.
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đŕžŕ˝˛DO YOU TRUST ME? â ârafe always has his motives.âđŕžŕ˝˛
content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 1k. dark / taboo themes ahead â please read at your own risk. âĽď¸ gif credit f!reader, kook!reader, dark!rafe, oral (f. receiving), manipulation & persuasion, no protection, baby trapping.
For as long as you can remember you wanted your own family. A big house, a doting husband, a cute baby. All of it and more. Surely for a girl like you who was born spoiled and into a kook household itâs obtainable. Except your prince charming isnât anything like your family imagined.
âBut daddy, I love him!â You find yourself yelling more often than youâd like to admit despite how much your parents try to tell you heâs trouble. And unfortunately at the end of the day theyâre rightâ Rafe Cameron is trouble.
Every inch of him. But every inch of him is also yours. Yours to cling to and lean on, and to daydream about. Your romance started with tipsy nights at the country club before it became loud house parties and drugs that would give your parents heart attacks; it was innocent before it was anything else. Thatâs what they donât understand. Thatâs what you remember as you hang off of his arm, walking back to the truck with your little sundress swaying around your thighs.
Youâre the sweetest girl heâs ever known, which is what saves you from most of his fury. Itâs a match made in Heaven as far as youâre concerned, but itâs easy to be blinded when thereâs constant wedding bells ringing in your head.Â
âYouâre so handsome, Rafe.â You babble the words out with a hand on either side of his face, looking at him as if he hung the stars in the sky just for you to marvel at. And heâs not exactly sure what he did to deserve someone like you in his life when heâs so twisted, yet he doesnât dare to question it.
âThink so, baby?â He teases while laying you down on your plush bed. Your parents are out for the nightâ perfect opportunity to make up for all the times you wanted him but couldnât have him right there with you.
You hum in response. The calm before the storm, as your breathing picks up in the next few moments as Rafe trails down your body. Leaving hot kisses all over your skin that have you melting against your duvet. Youâre too easy to mess with. He can get your pretty head spinning in seconds.Â
âI wanna⌠try something tonight, sweetheart,â he mumbles against your chest, nosing at the neckline of your dress and your cleavage, âdo you trust me?âÂ
Of course you trust himâ more than anyone youâve ever known. Heâs your first love, after all.
As expected youâre completely stripped in the following moments. Rafeâs face is buried between your thighs for what must be an hour once heâs had his fill of kissing and teasing you enough to have you whining. Your whines become mewls in no time once he pins your knees to your chest and dives right in. Murmuring nonsense about how he could eat your sweet cunt for the rest of his life, prompting your face to burn and your legs to twitch.
His mouth is arguably the most dangerous thing about him.
Heâs slick in the way he talks and greedy in the way he eats, making a mess of your cunt as you witness it all with tears brimming at your lash line from the pleasure every time he circles your clit. With his chin covered in your arousal thatâs all over his tongue, too. You can taste yourself on him once he finally travels up your body, scooping the overstimulated mess that you are up in his strong arms to cradle.
âReady for me, baby?â He grunts into your mouth, âThink you can take it right now?â
You feel the it in question pressing up on the plushness of your thigh through his jeans. The heat in your stomach nearly burns. Your hips buck in anticipation, and you feel Rafe grin against your cheek while you huff out a pathetic noise. And finally, you understand what he meantâ what he wants to tryâ when he doesnât bother to grab a condom after unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock.
âRafey,â you begin, because you may be a bit hazy but youâre not that gone yet.
âShhh, shhh. Itâll be fine, sweetheart,â he coaxes, pressing his forehead to yours while he stares into your glossy eyes. His own seems darker, something beyond lust pooling in his irises, âlemme feel this pretty pussy properlyâŚâ
You canât really argue with that. Especially when you feel so empty, when thereâs a dull ache between your thighs. You need him. And the âthank you, babyâ he grunts out while he spreads your folds with the tip of his cock before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips makes it all worth it.
Along with the way he holds your waist as he fucks you, pressing sloppy kisses to your calves as your knees are hooked over his shouldersâ âMy pretty girl,â he groans down at you, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts while you struggle to say anything and claw at his forearms with baby pink nails.Â
Youâre creaming all over him, and the sight and feel of it all is even better now that there isnât a condom in his fuckinâ way, as he says. Itâs borderline numbing for both of you every time he fucks back into you, grinding your hips up against him with the grip he has on you in one swift movement each time. You can feel him so deep. Heâs ruining your cunt for anyone else, not that theyâd ever have a chance.
Because most importantly heâs going to make sure that youâre always by his side, and that your parents and his own will finally take him seriously. If he has to give you a baby to do that, then so be itâ Rafe always has his motives.
The sun shines through your windows. However youâre not feeling very bright as Rafe looms over you, staring down at the pregnancy test in your lap. You sniffle not once but twice while wishing those two red lines would just go away.
That they would become one.
Rafeâs fingers find themselves tucked under your chin, tilting your head upwards so youâll finally look at him.Â
âYou should be grateful, yâknowâŚâ He says simply, âI gave you what you always wanted.â
ŠBUNNYRAFE 2024
#â¨ď¸ bunny writes#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe x you#dark rafe cameron#dark rafe x reader
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Next Door to Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Neighbor AU)
Word Count: 3,188
Summary: When you made the move to the city you never expected your new neighbor to be so sweet and helpful...or hot.
Author's Note: Because why not! Moving in across the hall from Bucky would be a dream, one I'd like to live out please and ty haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!đĽ°
Warnings: fun and flirty, teasing and tension, a curse or two or three, Bucky is impatient and cocky in the best way!
Last week
Your tired, fuzzy slipper clad feet drag along the floor as you trudge toward the door across the hall. Youâre hoping someone is home. Someone who has sugar. Anyone.
You let out a quick exhale and lift your chin before rapping your knuckles against the wood. A frown starts to mar your forehead when you hear a sleepy mumble come from inside the apartment.
Shit, fuck, shit you woke him up. Itâs a guy. Of course it isâŚbecause you donât look like you just rolled off your mattress that still has no bedframe and tripped over twenty-five unopened boxesâŚetc, etc.
The door swings open revealing said guyâŚa hot-as-fuck guy. Naked, except for his unbuttoned jeans.
Oh hi neighbor.
Before you can stop it, your gaze instantly drops to the dark trail of hair below his bellybutton, framed by a set of abs that you could dry your laundry on.
You reel yourself in and lift your eyes to his which does nothing to help your declining focus. His hair is perfectly mussed from sleep, his chiseled jaw shadowed with dark stubble and his incredible blue eyes lined by dark lashes.
His hands are planted on either side of the door frame and with every passing second youâre mesmerized by flexing muscles in his chest and arms.
He drags a lazy hand through his unkept hair and smiles. Knowingly. Smugly.
âCan I help you doll?â
âUmâŚhi. Iâm sorry if I woke youâŚitâs justâŚI moved in yesterday and havenât gone shopping yet and I have no sugar. I need my coffee.â
âSo youâre my new neighbor,â he croons. âLucky me.â
You audibly swallow and hold up your coffee cup pleadingly.
âIâll take care of ya doll.â
With a wink he holds up one long finger.
âCome on in and make yourself comfortable. Iâll be right back with that sugar.â
He spins on his heel and walks toward what youâre guessing is the kitchen and it should be considering your apartments are mirror images of each other.
You step inside and stand by the door to wait. You hear him rummaging around and then hear a crash followed by grumbled curses.
Before you can react the cutest white cat saunters out of the kitchen, looking quite proud with his fluffy tail held high and blue eyes unblinking.
âThatâs Alpine,â he yells from the other room. âDonât let his cuteness fool you. Heâs a menace!â
You let your laughter ring out and then kneel down to give Alpine some scratches. The cat instantly warms up to you and presses himself against your leg, purring loudly.
âAh, of course he likes you.â
You look up at the sound of your neighbors voice and reluctantly give up petting Alpine to take the offering of sugar.
âThank youâŚ.?â
âBucky,â he finishes for you. âNameâs Bucky.â
âThanks Bucky,â you say with a smile and then introduce yourself.
You look back down at the cat that is now circling between Buckyâs bare feet. âAnd Alpine really is cute. I canât imagine heâs a menace.â
âJust wait until you get to know him,â Bucky says. âCan I get you anything else doll?â
âNo. Thank you and again Iâm sorry if I woke you.â
âNo problem at all. I had a late night at the office and I was just being lazy. If you need anything else just come by. Anytime.â
His lips turn up in a boyish grin and he winks again.
You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and walk out into the hall and toward your apartment. Just as you push your door open you look over your shoulder and catch him staring, his teeth dug deep into his bottom lip.
The knock at your door startles you from your unpacking trance and from your spot on the floor, surrounded by open boxes and a mess of things, you ask, âwho is it?â
âItâs BuckyâŚand I have food.â
Your smile is impossible to hide and you shout back, âcome in!â
Bucky appears in the doorway with a pizza box.
âHiya doll face,â he chimes. âI figured youâd need some fuel.â
You drag yourself out of the mess on the floor and hop up onto the edge of the counter.
âThanks Bucky. I really appreciate it, but youâre spoiling me. What is it nowâŚthe third time this week youâre feeding me?â
He hands you a slice and then stands there, watching while you take a bite.
âAnd why not? You need to eat and I love to eat, might as well do it together!â
You laugh through your bite. âThen what motivated you to help with my furniture?â
He shrugs and grabs a slice of pizza, shoving half into his mouth before he answers.
âPerfect opportunity to show off my muscles.â
He waggles his brows suggestively and flexes a bicep.
âDouble win for me,â you admit, licking your lips. âHow will I ever repay you.â
He remains quiet for several moments while he studies you then asks, âhow about a real dinner?â
âPizza is the realest dinner there is!â you state with a mouthful.
âLet me take you out. For something other than pizza.â Â
âAre you asking me on a date?â
âWould you say yes if I were?â
Your legs swing back and forth at the knee as you finish your bite and then place your slice of pizza down. You reach over the box and grab the marker you left out on the counter, placing it between your lips.
Watching him from under your lashes, you take his arm and roll up the sleeve of his Henley and when your fingertips make contact with the sensitive skin on his underside of his forearm you can feel his muscles tighten.
Your mouth curves around the marker at his reaction and you pluck it from between your lips and start writing on his skin.
âNow youâve got my number. Text me and weâll pick a date for our date.â
âThank you,â he says, leaning in close and dropping his eyes to your mouth.
Your lips part with your small gasp of air and when his thumb lifts to brush along the corner of your mouth you let out a rush of air.
âSauce,â he states before he licks his finger clean, his gaze locked on yours.
You nod as he steps back and pulls out his phone to dial your number on his arm. Your phone rings and he says, âand now youâve got mine.â
You spend the rest of your weekend unpacking and doing errands, running into Bucky only once in a frantic rush of laundry. He offers to help but you know if you let him youâll become distracted and never get anything done. The two of you text back and forth, deciding on Saturday for your official date. No pizza involved.
The next morning you get another text from him.
âMorning doll face. Donât forget an umbrella. Gonna rain later today.â
âAre you the weather man now?â you message back, smiling at your phone.
âNah. Just a friendly neighbor.â
âDid you tell everyone in the building about the rain and remind them to bring an umbrella.â
âJust youâŚâ
âThanks, but Iâm already half way to work sans umbrella.â
âDamn it. I knew I should have texted earlier. Now if you get caught in the rain itâll be all my fault.â
âHardly! I should have checked the weather. Canât rely on you for everything can I?â
He sends a wink face.
âIs it Saturday yet?â
âStill only Monday morning. Whatâs Saturday?â
âDonât tease me doll. Iâve been looking forward to this date since you showed up at my door lookinâ for sugar.â
âHave a good day Bucky.â
âYou too dollâŚstay dry.â
Youâre only two blocks from your apartment building when the sky opens up and the rain comes down in buckets. By the time you reach the doors youâre soaked through and cursing at yourself for forgetting an umbrella.
The door attendant lets you in with a sympathetic smile and as youâre sloshing past him and toward the elevator you hear Buckyâs voice.
âOh doll. Look at you.â
He tugs his mail from the box and slams it shut, rushing toward you and taking your arm.
âSoaked,â you say sadly.
âI can see that,â he muses with a twitch of his perfect lips. âCome on, letâs get you upstairs and dry.â
The elevator doors open and you step inside with a shiver. He immediately starts to pull your jacket from your shoulders.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask without stopping him.
âYou have to get out of this jacket. Iâm sure your shirt isâŚ.â
He stops speaking when his eyes catch sight of your white button down, soaked through so that you can see the lace of your bra outlined against the fabric.
âFuck,â he mutters, dragging his eyes back to your face. âHere.â
He shrugs off his damp jacket and then takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
âBut itâll get all wet,â you protest.
âDonât care. You canât walk out of the elevator like that.â
His jaw is set in a hard line as his fingers work over the scruff that lines it. The elevator dings at your floor and he takes your hand, leading you out and checking the hallway.
âWhy are you looking around like that?â you ask.
He turns back to you and tugs you closer. âI donât wanna anyone seeing you.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause then Iâll have to kill them,â he states.
âSomeone is acting a little jealous,â you giggle.
âYeah wellâŚwe havenât even had our first date yet. Canât have someone looking at whatâs about to be mine.â
âYours,â you breathe out, not even realizing youâre now standing in front of your apartment door.
With shaky fingers you start to remove his suit jacket but before you can he stops you with a hand on your wrist.
âDonât doll. Just keep it for now.â
âBut weâre at the door. Iâll be fine.â
âYeah, but if you take that off then I have to see you in your wet shirt again. And Iâm not sure Iâll be able to control myself if I do.â
âControl yourself how?â you ask in a breathy whisper.
He responds with a pained groan before his mouth meets yours and he has you pressed against the door.
Even though your shirt is soaked through and your skin is cold you can feel the warmth of his body seep into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and he lifts one hand to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss.
Your scrape your nails along his broad shoulders and he moans out your name.
âFuck, I love having your hands on me.â
The desperation in his voice has you arching into him and you drop your head against the door, giving him access to trail his lips down your neck. Your fingers slide into his hair and tug at the soft strands. He growls into your skin and scrapes his teeth over your pulse point making you gasp his name.
âOh I like that,â you whisper.
He does it again.
âYouâre going to like everything I do to you doll face.â
His lips graze yours and he swallows your whimper, crowding you closer to the door before muttering out a curse and letting you both take a breath.
âIs it Saturday yet?â he asks, still breathless.
âStill Monday,â you answer, feeling just the same.
âRight,â he says, planting his hands on the door above your head and dropping his head forward.
A door down the hall opens and he pauses, straightening his body to hide your own. You both smile at the older lady who walks by with a questioning look.
When Buckyâs eyes return to you they drop to where he spread his jacket open to put his hands on you, your shirt sticking to your wet skin even more now.
He stares before reluctantly dragging his eyes up and taking the sides of the material and pulling them tightly around you.
You tremble.
âStill cold?â he asks, his eyes soft with worry.
âHardly,â you answer and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
âSee you later Bucky.â
âIâm counting on it doll.â
You spend the rest of the week juggling your time between work, texting Bucky and sleeping. Youâve only seen him once since Monday evening and that was for five minutes when he caught you coming home again but this time he had his friend Steve with him and there was no chance for any kissing.
Saturday morning rolls around and you wake up to a text from him.
âIt is finally Saturday or am I dreaming?â
âItâs really Saturday!â
âThank fuck! Can we start our date now?â
âNoâŚI have to do girly things and prepare.â
âWhat kinds of thingsâŚ.?â
âIâll see you tonight Buck.â
You can almost hear his groan through the phone.
âIâll be at your door at 7 sharp.â
Bucky knocks on your apartment door at exactly the same time your phone clock hits 7:00pm. You grin at your best friend Nat before she gets up and walks toward the door.
âOh girl. Heâs hot!â a muffled voice says from the other side.
It isnât yours so Bucky assumes itâs your friend.
âHeâs at least a nine.â
Bucky scoffs, muttering, âa nine?â quietly to himself.
âHey, I can hear you in there. Are you gonna open the door?â he asks the unknown voice.
The door swings open to reveal a red head who looks him over with two scrutinizing green eyes.
âHi,â he smiles, holding out his hand. âIâm BuâŚâ
âBucky,â she finishes. âI know who you areâŚquestion isâŚdo you know who I am?â
âYou must be Natasha,â Bucky answers with a smug smile.
âThatâs right and Iâm a black belt in jiu jitsu so you do anything I donât like and I will end you.â
Buckyâs eyes light up and he watches Nat as she moves toward the kitchen.
âYou almost ready doll face,â he yells, not taking his eyes off Nat in case she goes for a knife.
âIâm right here,â you say.
Bucky turns to find you standing right in front of him. His mouth drops open as his eyes sweep you up and down.
âThis is where you say she looks amazing,â Nat admonishes from the kitchen, dangerously close to the knife rack.
However, Buckyâs eyes never leave you and when he steps into your space and wraps you in his arms, pulling you into his chest, you let out a squeal of delight.
âYou look fucking gorgeous,â he says, loud enough for Nat to hear, then whispers, only for your ears, âI want to rip this dress off you.â
Your lips spread into a sly smile. âWe made the right choice Nat.â
âOf course we did,â she chimes. âNow go. Iâll lock up.â
âIâm so ready,â he says, ushering you toward the door, but not before turning to Nat, still in the kitchen eyeing him warily, and asking, âIâm good with a nine, but just out of curiosity, what did I lose a point for?â
âYouâre really gonna make me say it in front of you?â Nat asks.
âI wanna hear it too Nat,â you say, raising an expectant and skeptical brow.
âYou didnât shave.â
He runs the free hand, the one not wrapped around your waist, over his jaw.
âI didnât get any complaints earlier this week,â Bucky says, eyes now sparkling with mischief.
âHeâs right Nat,â you add. âI like it.â
Nat rolls her eyes and shoos you away.
Once youâre safely in the elevator and away from prying eyes Bucky invades your space, plastering you against the cool metal wall and caging you there with his large body.
âIt almost killed me to not be kissing you for the past five minutes,â he says against your lips.
When you press into him and slide your body along his it sucks the breath right out of his lungs and fills them with something else. Need.
The kiss pulls a throaty groan from him and his belt buckle digs into your skin, the muscles hidden beneath his clothes, pressing and flexing over the thin material of your dress.
The elevator door dings and begins to slide open, causing you to give his chest a gentle shove.
âYouâre trying to kill me, arenât you?â he asks as he lifts a finger and traces your swollen lips.
âThat would suck,â you reply. âI kind of like having you as a neighbor.â
After a delicious dinner at a roof top restaurant down town, Bucky walks you along the street, hand in hand, as you listen and laugh to his childhood stories about growing up in Brooklyn.
âWhere are we going now?â you ask.
âItâs a surprise,â he says as he twirls you into his side and presses his fingers under your chin to steal a kiss.
As you get closer to your destination the bright lights sparkle and the smell of the ocean is carried on the warm breeze.
âWhich bridge is that?â you ask with awe.
âThe Brooklyn Bridge,â he tells you and grabs your hand to pull you along. âCome on. I have something to show you.â
When you reach the top of the look out he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest.
âThis is so beautiful Bucky,â you whisper.
He kisses your cheek and takes your chin between his fingers, turning your face up to his. âI always thought it was the most beautiful thing in the cityâŚbut not anymore.â
Youâre thankful for his strong arms holding you up and after a sweet kiss you enjoy the view in comfortable silence for a few more minutes but his hands start to wander, soft and sure, and with each passing touch your body aches for more.
His warm breath fans across your neck and his arm moves lower until his hand grasps your hip and he pulls you back to feel the hardness between his legs.
You suck in a breath and fight the urge to move against him.
With a curse he pulls away and grabs your hand, dragging you toward the park under the bridge. The only lights come from the lit-up buildings across the street and when he finds a hidden spot he backs you against the cold stone but youâre too hot to care.
âBucky,â you whisper as your hands roam over his broad chest.
His mouth brushes yours before he gently nips at your bottom lip.
âI canât even keep my fucking hands off you long enough to bring you home,â he murmurs.
His fingers find the hem of your dress and he slides them under, slowly teasing the fabric higher until his hand brushes over the wetness on your panties.
âPlease, Bucky,â you pant.
âFuck, I love hearing you say my name like that,â he growls. âI need to get you home so I can hear you scream it for me.â
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Orion - #14 âI canât believe you remembered.â I think Emily would remember the smallest details about the ones sheâs closest to but gets surprised when someone does the same for her. Could really go any way! Could I just request some fluff for it though? Happy 200 followers! â¤ď¸
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In all honesty, you donât even know what makes you do it. It could be the crisp air, or the warm scent of just-baked pastries lifting your mood, making your shoulders go loose and light before you head to the BAU.Â
But really, you think itâs the coffee. Freshly brewed and bitterly dark; it reminds you of a pair of eyes ringed with thick lashes, wide under feathery bangs that dip into the crevice between manicured brows.Â
Just the thought of your coworker brings a heat to your body. You flush under your coat, hands clammy and warm as you reach the counter and order one coffee for you, one hot chocolate with extra cinnamon for Emily.
âAnd can I have two of those croissants?â You point to the pain au chocolates, thinking thereâs no point in handing her a sweet drink without also getting anything to eat. Emily mentioned it a while back, when the two of you were on a stakeout. On cool fall morningsâany mornings, really, but especially thoseâshe prefers a hot chocolate over a coffee, something sweet to give her that rush when the sun is just barely off the horizon. It wasnât really surprising to hearâshe has a sweet tooth to rival a young childâs. That said, you almost never see her with a cup in her hand; she comes in, almost every day, just a few minutes before what could be technically considered late.
You have a sinking suspicion that even if she did end up crossing the line one day, a pointed heel accidentally slipping over it, sheâd be able to slither her way out of a reprimand, charming and sly. After all, itâs easy to fall prey to the entrancing curve of her lips, the half moons of her dimples gently digging their heels in ivory cheeks.Â
The yell of your name breaks you out of your unwarranted daydreams. You blink and find yourself back in the warm bakery, enveloped in the scent of sugar and coffee beans.
God, you need to stop thinking about her.
Which proves difficult when youâre carrying her an armful of breakfast, a smile tingling at the corners of your lips whenever you catch your name scrawled on her paper cup. Pressing the elevator buttons is a struggle, but itâs one you donât mind as you rise up to the sixth floor and something far more interesting than paperwork.
Itâs only when you approach yours and Emilyâs joint desks that you remember the others. Morgan and Reid lounge in their chairs, bickering about something youâre sure is too early to bicker about. JJ seems to be locked in her own office, but your stomach preemptively twists in knots at the thought of them seeing the handoff, your hands empty of treats for them.
You inhale a deep breath and keep your eyes forward, not chancing a glance at anyone but Emily, who looks up with a smile when she sees you approach. Distantly, you think itâs unusual that sheâs here so early, but the thought evaporates when her eyes brighten.
âMorning,â she says, and her voice is already smooth honey, warm and inviting as you approach. Her eyes drop to the cup holder in your hand, the paper bag gripped between your fingers. âGot anything for me in there?â She teases.
Oh, only if you knew.
âActually I do,â you smile, irrationally proud at the way her brows lift in surprise. Finally reaching her desk, you set down the cup holder and loosen your grip on the paper bag. âGot you breakfast.â You say softly, almost hoping to keep the words between you and her.
Emilyâs mouth parts. For a moment she stares, almost in shock, before regaining her composure.Â
âThank you.â She says sincerely. Her eyes are piercing on yours, then trailing over your jaw and cheeks, in search of a reason, no doubt. âYou didnât have to.â
You hum, dropping your gaze before you confess your love. âYeah, I know. Here,â you pluck out the heavier paper cup from its holder, âitâs hot chocolate.â
Emilyâs smile turns incandescent. âIt is?â She gasps softly, her pupils blown wide. Her irises turn to thin rings, her voice dulcet and warm, almost as sweet as the drink in her hand.
Your heart flutters.
âIt is. You said you like hot chocolate in the mornings.â You say quietly. Somehow, the words sound like I love you. âUh, thought itâd go well with the croissants,â you mumble, but Emily is still hung up on the chocolate.
âI canât believe you remembered.â She whispers, her fingers tightening around the cup like itâs something precious.
You shrug and take the opportunity to shed your coat. Heat simmers under your skin, crawls up your jaw and to your ears. âYou remember stuff about me all the time,â you say, taking your load and your coat over to your own desk. Pretending like itâs no big deal. Like you donât want to get her hot chocolate every day, just to see the shine in her eyes.
Emily looks down. She chews on her lip as she pops open the lid, a flush spreading over her pale cheeks. You blink in surprise, thinking youâd imagined it, but the blush remains firm, staining her skin a soft, rosy pink.
âOh, câmon, hey.â A voice breaks through the silence. You distantly identify it as Morgan, but youâre too busy tracing the blush with your eyes. âNone for us?â He asks; youâre not sure how serious he is.
Emily looks up. Her eyes meet yours, expectant. You look away and clear your throat, swallowing down butterflies as they rise from your stomach.Â
âNope.â
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gojo feels life start anew now that youâre by his side
a/n: hi hi friends ! this is heavily inspired by this song !! i think itâs so sweet and yeah <3 (unrelated but my bf sent me it i was geeking out for a week ok) ALSO GIGI (@4sat0ruu) I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH MY FELLOW LATINA đđđ; slightly latinx coded reader bc i can !
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translations: mi amor // my love, hermoso(a) // beautiful, mi corazon // my heart, cariĂąo // sweetheart
there was time in gojo satoruâs life that he felt his life had essentially ended. he felt isolated, like no one would ever fill the void he felt in his chest.
he didnât think he had anyone to lean on when he needed it, opting for a façade of cockiness and jokes when anyone asked if he was alright.
you saw through it all. with a concerned frown on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could and squeezing him.
âi donât need your hugs, y/n,â he scoffed, hoping you didnât hear the wobble in his voice, âIâm the strongest, i can take on anything by myself.â
âIâm sure you can, but you donât have to,â you whispered, not letting go for a second. you heard the tremble in his breath, the hitch in his throat when he heard your next words, âIâm right here, youâll be okay.â
for a split second satoru saw the world for all its warmth and love rather than its faults and challenges. he felt the love and support heâd only ever imagined, the suns warm rays hitting his skin as you held him tightly.
it faded as you pulled away, and he could hear nobara and yuji yelling in the distance, toge and yuta laughing at something.
âIâll be here if you need me, okay?â you reassure him, your hand lingers on his shoulder for a bit before you walk away.
youâre only two steps away when you feel satoru gently grab your wrist, letting go not even a second after he did. when you turn to face him he looks shocked, as if he didnât have control of his own body for a second.
âuh- can-â he stumbles over his words, not knowing exactly what to say and not exactly having the courage to say whatever they were.
âyeah, i can,â you smile softly, taking his hand in yours, âhow about we get some food, whenâs the last time you had actual food and not take out or sweets?â you question.
satoru rolls his eyes, scoffing before counting the days on his fingers, âit hasnât been that long,â he mumbles, smiling a bit when you shake your head and laugh at him.
itâs been three years since then, somewhere along the way the line of caring friend and something more had been crossed, pinkies interlinking during movie night, a stolen kiss in a maintenance closet when hiding from an upset yaga.
heâs not exactly sure whatâs making him reminisce on that day. maybe heâs recalling the way the sunshine felt on his skin, the way it does now as it pours in through the blinds, landing on his bare chest.
âyou didnât snore this timeâ you mumble, voice a bit hoarse as you wake up.
satoru grins, âI told you Iâd stop,â you canât help but half laugh, cuddling up to him more, âIâd do anything you ask of me sweets.â
âitâs 9 in the morning and youâre already professing your undying love?â you tease, just barely opening your eyes to look at your lover, whoâs already staring right back at you, soft smile adorning his beautiful face.
âwould do it all hours of the day if youâd let me,â he replies, not missing a beat. you can only chuckle softly, letting your head rest on his chest. your hair tickles him a bit but he ignores it, focusing on the way your index fingers draws random patterns on his abdomen.
satoru lets his mind wander, he thinks how lucky he is.
how lucky he was to be given a second chance at life, to be able to come back from a place so dark, to now be able to quite literally be bathed in sunlight and tender touches.
âwhereâd you go?â you whisper, adjusting yourself on your side and letting your arm prop you up. satoru is reeled back in, snowy lashes kissing his cheeks gently as he lays on his side to face you.
âthinking âbout how lucky i am,â he mumbles, staring at you for a second before a soft smile overtakes his lips, âI love you.â the words never fail to make you smile, you never miss a beat to respond, âi love you more, angel boy.â
âthere isnât anything i wouldnât do for you, you know that right?â heâs focusing on the fuzz of the blanket rather than your eyes, looking up only when you hum in response.
âwhat if you have to fight off the most talented swordsman in the world for me?â you tease, heâs smiling at you as he sits up.
âthen Iâll get a sword and do what i have to do to not lose you,â he answers like itâs the most simple thing in the world, âIâve fought off worse havenât i?â his cockiness makes you roll your eyes and chuckle, sitting up and kissing his cheek before stretching and finally getting out of bed.
âi guess so, youâre too strong for any of my hypotheticals,â you mumble, the taller man following you into the restroom, brushing your teeth together before heading into the living room.
âwhat do you want for breakfast?â satoru asks, his hands are already reaching for the ingredients for an omelette, recalling how youâd been craving one since last night but fell asleep as soon as youâd gotten home.
âwhatâs on the menu today, chef gojo?â you smile, moving from the couch to the kitchen bar, watching as he took out four eggs and various veggies and meats.
âhow âbout that omelette you were dreaming of yesterday, sweetheart?â heâs grinning as he cracked an egg open with one hand over the bowl, a trick youâd taught him that took him the course of two cartons of eggs.
âyouâre too perfect mi amor,â the words make his ears turn bright red, face flushed as he continues his fluid movements in the kitchen.
three years ago had someone told you the satoru gojo could make omelettes and crack eggs with one hand you wouldâve laughed in their face, betting your life savings and then some against the snowy haired sorcerer.
yet here you are; three years, lots of broken eggs, burnt food and nights in the restroom later- you watch the love of your life make you an omelette.
the two of you eat breakfast over small talk, telling him of your plans for the day.
âIâve gotta run some errands today, i hope traffic isnât too badâ you trail off, mentally checking all the things you had to do.
âi can drive if you want,â he shrugs, chugging down the last bit of orange juice in his cup before grabbing your plate and placing them in the sink. âi donât have anything else going on.â
you smile at your lover, âyou donât have to drive me around everywhere, you know that right?â satoru knew your distaste for being behind the wheel, he only saw it as an opportunity to pamper you and treat you like the royalty you were.
âi know, but i love driving you everywhere,â he grins, walking next to where you were seated and bending over to kiss your temple, âIâll be your loyal chauffeur for as long as youâll have me, hermosa.â the word is foreign on his tongue, it slips past his lips naturally, just the way youâd been teaching him common phrases.
âhermosa? whoâd you learn that one from?â fighting the smile off your face was a predestined loss, barely hiding how over the moon you were at the new pet name. your words are teasing as you stand from the kitchen bar, stopping right in front of your lover, looking up at him.
âduolingo was hitting on me, actually,â satoru replies, a dimpled smile on his face when your arms snake around his neck, pulling him downwards so his lips met yours.
âcan duo fight?â you laugh between kisses, pressing a softer kiss to the tip of his nose before detaching yourself from him.
satoru is ready before you, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching- no admiring, your every move as you get ready. his mind is filled with a whirlwind of compliments he canât seem to get out, overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for you.
youâre an aura of warmth, kindness and love, and angel sent for him. a caring soul, who nurtured him back to health; through late night calls that ended with you in his apartment or vice versa, gentle reminders and tight hugs helping him through his toughest nights. through forced outings to fairs and arcades, despite his protests that he has been doing things other than working with his students and going on missions (he hadnât).
it had taken time, but satoru had healed.
your love had healed him.
âoh i canât do movie night Fridayâ you frowned, watching as the second and first years trained.
âoh? whyâs thatâ satoru was caught off guard, youâd never been one to cancel on him.
âi- uh- Iâve got a date, actuallyâ you chuckle, staring at your finger nails before looking at the man next to you.
âa date?â he repeated, heart sinking and stomach falling as you nodded with a smile.
ânanami set me up with them, didnât know he actually had friends besides us,â you smiled, trying your best to ease the palpable tension.
youâd gotten up and left shortly after that, some lame excuse he canât remember now. he did remember angrily walking into nanamiâs office, accusing him of hating satoru and wanting to see him suffer.
âhave you thought of- i donât know, maybe telling y/n how you feel?â kento sighs, trying his best to focus on the report he was filling out before satoru had barged in.
satoru hadnât thought of that, but he took his friends advice and marched up to you three hours later, confessing his feelings upfront.
âdonât go on that date, they donât deserve you,â he began, immediately taking you back, âand maybe i donât either but just give me one chance and i swear you wonât regret it.â
âwhatâs up with you today? maybe you shouldnât driveâ your words pull him out of his memory, blinking once, then twice before fully coming back to his senses.
âdo you remember when you told me you had that date?â he asks, watching as you furrows your brows, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you recall the memory.
âoh yeah! then you confessed like an hour laterâ satoru nods, blushing a bit. âwhat about it?â you ask, moving to sit next to him, taking his larger hand in yours, tracing soothing circles into his skin with your thumb.
âi didnât even know i liked you then,â he admits, âi just felt this terrible feeling in my stomach and yelled at nanami for wanting to ruin my life.â the revelation makes you smile a bit, âhe told me to tell you that i liked you and only then did it dawn upon me that i had romantic feelings for you.â satoru laughs at himself now, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes.
âwell, you were- and still are a bit of a dummyâ you mumble, pulling his arm so satoru can lean against you, letting you rest your head atop his. âmy silly angel boy.â
angel boy.
the first time he heard you say that he quite literally stopped in his tracks, smiling from ear to ear before picking you up and spinning you around. âsay it again!â he kept asking, blushing just as hard every time the pet name left your mouth.
satoru loves grocery shopping with you, checking off things as you put them in the cart. he thinks you look angelic against the backdrop of produce, heart fluttering as you look for the best bunch of cilantro.
he could do this for the rest of his life, he thinks to himself. the realization makes him bump against the display, thankful nothing fell over.
satoru gojo wants to marry you.
he wants nothing more in his life than to be with you for as long as he could. he wants to spend his mornings and nights besides you, he wants to make you breakfast and help you cook dinner, he wants to wash the dishes because you hate washing them, he wants to wake up to Cumbia and bachata on Sunday mornings as you clean, joining you and singing in broken Spanish as you serenade him with a broom.
itâs not as romantic as heâd once imagined, he thought the realization would come to him as the wind blew through your hair, or the golden rays of the sun kissed your cheeks.
instead heâs watching you pick out a two pack of steak, looking at him with a wide smile, âthe prices dropped!â you grin, giddy as you happily put the meat into the cart, practically skipping down the line of raw meats.
he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he wonder what to do next, mindlessly following you around the grocery store with the cart, every aisle affirming the fact that youâre the only one for him, especially as you tell him to get one sweet treat for the week as you go and get the milk.
heâs staring lovingly at you as you wait in line at the register, watching with interest as your eyes light up, âcariĂąo can you get the eggs? i completely forgot,â he nods immediately, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning on his heel and heading towards the eggs.
satoru lets the thought of marriage ruminate in his mind, recalling the times youâd talked about marriage, agreeing that youâd want to marry him. what if youâd changed your mind since then?
later that week as satoru is passing you the salt, he asks you the question thatâs been eating at his mind. âdo you still wanna get married?â
you chalk it up to his usual insecurities, turning around and kissing the tip of his nose and both his dimples. ââcourse i do, angel boyâ you reply, not missing a beat, âwhy? everything okay?â
satoru nods, eyes fluttering shut when your lips are pressing against his. âeverythingâs perfect,â he mumbles against you, smiling and chasing your lips for one more kiss before he passes you the butter.
one month later satoru is under the shade the cherry blossom trees give him, with you staring down at him, mouth still agape from seeing him get down on one knee.
âmi corazon, Iâve loved you more than i thought possible, youâve breathed life into me when i thought there was no reason to keep living, you bring out the best in me everyday,â he begins, hands shaking slightly as you stare back at him, tears welling in your eyes.
âi want to be by your side for the rest of my life, i want to find you in every crowd, save you a seat next to mine and end my days with you in my arms,â satoru tried to ignore the thumping of his heart in his ears, âi want to be the only one lucky enough to be loved by you, will you marry me?â
youâre nodding quickly, mouth still covered before youâre throwing your arms around the snowy haired man- your now fiancĂŠ. âof course, yes!â you laugh, sniffling and wiping the tears that had fallen as you squeeze him tightly. âi love you cariĂąo, i love you so so muchâ you grin, pressing your lips harshly against his, not caring when your teeth bump against his as you both smile, the spring wind causing pink petals to fall around the two of you.
there was a time in gojoâs life when he thought his life was over. he looks back and smiles, how was he supposed to know the best part of his life was only starting?
the void he once felt in his chest was now overflowing with the love and patience you poured into him; sickeningly sweet pet names and tender touches to ease his mind.
satoru canât help but smile when he wakes up next to you everyday, grateful beyond belief he decided to be vulnerable that day in the courtyard.
âalready staring at me lovingly?â you teased, making satoru grin, dimples on his cheeks as he hummed.
âsomething like that.â
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âââââ RICH.áREADER struggles with showing love.
NOTES ,, might do a tag list specifically for skater!matt and rich!reader if anyone.... is interested... this is just fluff but i think theyre so cute <3.
you don't really know how to show affection towards those you like or love without spending money. you're so used to others doing it for themâyour parents throwing a couple of expensive clothes or jewellery at you for your birthday, your friends taking you out to lavish restaurants as a gift as opposed to something homemade or actually thought out. of course, you like all of those things, who wouldn't? but.. they don't know how to not spend money on those you love.
you don't understand the saying, 'money doesn't buy happiness'. it's managed to make you happy your entire life, so how's that supposed to work? like.. it doesn't make sense. so when matt's birthday's coming up, well, you immediately knew you were gonna buy him something nice and take him somewhere expensive.
but you can't help but think that maybe that's not the best course of action, that matt wouldn't exactly want the generic rich kid birthday starter pack. he's got three siblings, damn it, maybe he'd want something a little more.. meaningful? he's probably seen a few birthday dinners at expensive resturaunts in his time, you doesn't want it to be boring for him. you wanted to make an impact, even if you didn't know how.
it gets to a point where you're stumped, completely. you know matt so well, but are so stuck in your old ways and so used to just shelling out some cash for one day only to do it again and again annually, that coming up with anything that he wanted seemed impossible.
a new skateboard? surely he had enough. protective gear? now that was just comical. you hated the feeling of not being able to come up with a meaningful gift to give him. sure, you two aren't dating, but you're close enough to constitute a gift, right? it pisses you off to no end, to the point of upset. you practically storm into matt's room, having been let in by chris when he saw how distraught you were. "you're so fucking hard to please! how am i supposed to get you a gift for your birthday when, whenâ"
matt's taken off guard. first of all, how'd you get in? he's assuming it was one of his brothers who'd let you in, but.. second of all, you're so upset. he'd thought he'd done something wrong but you're yelling at him about a gift? his birthday? he blinks for a minute, sitting up, "hey, hey, hey," he starts, frowning. the sight of you so upset makes his heart ache in the worst way possible. getting up from his bed, his gaze rakes over you.
it's appreciative, of course, but also concerned. "you're scarin' me, sweetheart, what's goin' on?" he mumbles, taking a little step closer as he reaches out for you. gently, he places his hands on your arms and draws you a little closer. you look up at him with glassy eyes, a little wet with tears that you try to blink away as to not seem weak or make your mascara run. "stop bein' all.." you don't know what you're protesting against, you really don't.
"all what?" his brows furrow a minute, a small, faint smile ghosting his lips. it only serves to make you a little more upset with how caring he is to you, even when you're a bit of a bitch to him sometimes. hey, he's a bitch in return too.
"all nice. we're supposed to fuck 'n' be all passionate, that kinda thing," you mumble under your breath, lashes fluttering as your eyes lift to his. matt feels a warmth flood his chest and he shakes his head, "don't even want you thinkin' 'bout that whilst you're feelin' like this," he murmurs quietly, tone firm but soft. "you gonna tell me what's up, orâ'cause we can just watch a movie or somethin'." as much as he was passionate with your body, he was passionate with your heart too.
"wanted to get you something nice for your birthday, yeah? like.. something you'd enjoy, not some shit you'd say you like and then never use ever again," you start to explain, relaxing a little at the touch on your arms finally and melting your way against him. he hums for a moment, slowly nodding his head at your words. "but nothin's coming to mind at all. blank slateâi can't think of anything you like, i've tried every store, every website." you'd spent hours with your laptop and your soft blankets wrapped around you, just trying to find a single gift for him.
"babe," he sighs at the sight of you, the corners of his lips flitting upwards at the realisation that settles upon him. all this over him? over his birthday? god, you're adorable. "really?"
"what do you mean, reallyâwhat type of shitty response is thaâ"
"hear me out," matt murmurs, interrupting you gently. he rubs his hands over your arms easily, sighing for a second as his eyes meet yours. "what if i don't want all that? what if i just wanna spend some time with you? y'ever think about that?" his hands slide up over your arms to your neck, fingers curling around the back gently. "that ever cross your mind?"
you scoff instantly at thatâ"well, who'd want that?" he doesn't admit it, but the sound of you saying that about yourself makes his heart ache in his chest once more. shaking off the pang of hurt, he continues after being quiet for a moment. "me, i'd want that. jus' bein' with you makes me happy. that'd make it a real good birthday." you can't deny there's a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart when he says that. no one's ever said that your company is all they need to be happy.
you bite your tongue momentarily, considering your words. a bashful little look dawns on your face and you look away with a quiet huff. "yeah?" you mumble, looking up at him through your lashes after. damn it, he makes your heart feel all fluttery and warm like no one else has before. you're not sure whether you like it all that muchâsince it's so vulnerable, but you can't say you hate it, since you don't. "really?"
he draws you into him, his hand sliding up to the back of your head to cradle it before he holds you against his chest. "i mean it, pretty girl," he murmurs, his words completely genuine and true. he really does mean it, he loves you and your company so damn muchâeven if he can't say it. he doesn't need your alone time with him to end with having sex, or for you to buy him expensive little gifts, he just needs you. "really do mean it. i like hangin' out with you, ain't it obvious?"
"you're soâlike," you don't know how to explain it. your head tilts a little, chin bumping against his chest a little as his fingers brush over your jaw. "so.." you're a little lost for words, admittedly. a smile plays over matt's lips once more, his eyes fluttering over your pretty face.
"so what, babe?"
you're quiet again, considering what to say before you make the decision that words can't describe how you feel enough. so you lean in, grasping at the fabric of his shirt to draw him closer and press your lips against his. it's slow, gentle, he blinks a minute to adjust to the fact you're kissing him, but he melts into it almost immediately. his plush lips against yours feels like heaven, parting a little instinctively. resting his hands on the sides of your face, he holds you against him.
after a little bit, he pulls back. "i get it," he murmurs quietly, "no need to explain. i know." he gets you more than anyone else.
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pair of pests: grow up ËË°â˘*â kyra x catley!reader, steph x catley!reader, short fic/blurb
kyra cooney-cross x reader | steph catley x reader (sisters) | 1.6k | based off of this ask
âGod will you ever grow up? All you do is annoy and irritate everyone every single day,â You didnât think youâd pushed it too far, you were quite good with knowing where the limits were when you were having fun and messing around with your teammates. Maybe you had been pushing Steph a bit too much lately, but you really hadnât done anything out of the ordinary. Nothing that would have your sister yelling at you like this in front of everyone, âIâve honestly had enough of you,âÂ
Your heart dropped and your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. Steph had never yelled at you like this, even when you were growing up, sure youâd have arguments and fights as kids but nothing was ever that serious. But right now youâd never seen her so serious and like she meant every single word that came out of her mouth.Â
It probably wouldnât have made you feel as bad if it hadn't been in front of your teammates and in the middle of training. You really didnât mean to upset your sister as much as you apparently did. What you forgot to take into account was all the added stress your sister had leading up to the olympics post wsl season, being the captain for your country.Â
Your demeanour instantly changed for the rest of the day. Keeping more to yourself and making sure to keep your distance from Steph as much as you could. As soon as training was over you grabbed your stuff as quick as you could and grabbed Kyraâs hand dragging her out of there before anyone else could say anything.Â
âPlease just take me anywhere but Stephâs,â You pleaded with Kyra, getting into her car. Kyra didnât say anything during the trip back to hers, but neither did you. Without having to say anything Kyra always knew what you needed. Also she saw what happened between you and Steph, but youâre sisters so she knew that it would probably blow over before anyone even remembers that it happened. Thatâs how siblings are.
âYou know, I donât think Steph really meant what she said,â You were laying together in Kyraâs bed, you were absentmindedly drawing shapes on her exposed stomach getting lost in your thoughts. Kyra knew you were thinking about earlier, you had left before either you or Steph could talk to each other and make things right again.
Kyraâs voice and the hand running through your hair gently, brought you back to reality, âI donât know Ky,â You let out the breath you didnât realise you were holding, âIt was different, she really looked like she meant it. Maybe I should listen to her and grow up,â Kyra hated the defeated look you had on your face.
âHey, no, donât listen to Steph. You are perfect the way you are. Sheâs probably just having a bad day and if she takes it out on you then thatâs on her and nothing to do with you,â You smiled, laughing a little, no matter what Kyra always had your back. It was amusing at times though.
âI love that youâll always have my side no matter what,â You were definitely feeling a bit better than you were before, though that didnât mean you were heading home anytime soon.
On the other hand, Steph was pacing around her apartment feeling incredibly guilty for lashing out at you like she did. All she could see when she thought of you was the way your face dropped when she yelled at you. Steph knew that she shouldnât have taken out her stress on you, sheâd been holding it all in for a while now and youâd just managed to be the tipping point making her burst. Though it was never an excuse for yelling at you, in front of everyone as well.
âYou need to calm down. Tiny will be fine, sheâs probably just with Kyra,â Beth tried to reason with Steph, trying to get her to stop worrying over you. Having been close with Steph for a few years means having seen the two of you have disagreements and little fights here and there. So she knew the two of you would be fine.
âI still shouldnât have yelled at her, she didnât deserve it,â Some would playfully disagree and say it might be good for you and Kyra to get in trouble from time to time just to keep the two of you in line.Â
âJust talk to her tomorrow, itâll be fine,âÂ
Steph wouldâve felt like it could be fine if you hadnât spent that next day as well doing your best to avoid her. It was match day so there wasnât really a whole lot of time before the match where she could talk to you. But even if there was, it didnât help that you did your best to be busy or as far away from Steph as you possibly could be.
You figured it was for the best, if you really had annoyed Steph as much as it seemed like you did, then you figured youâd give her some space. Even with reassurance from Kyra, Viv, Beth and Caitlin and so many others, it really didnât help you all that much. You were worrying over Steph and whether you really were too annoying and Steph was worrying about you even more that you were purposefully avoiding her.
It didnât feel the same, Steph had grown used to you and Kyraâs pre match antics, it had grown part of Stephâs match day routine even if she hadnât realised it til now. You were starting and grateful that Steph was being rested and only used if they really needed to sub towards the end of the match. That meant you didnât have to face her in the tunnel while waiting to walk out.Â
But your head really wasnât in the game. It wasnât your worst game since being at Arsenal but it definitely wasnât your best, knowing you definitely wouldnât be starting next time or any time soon. Wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as you could after the match.Â
Just like the day before, as soon as you could leave youâd dragged Kyra along with you. Luckily it was a home match so you were able to do that, opting to have a shower once you got back to Kyraâs apartment.Â
âI really think you should go back to Stephâs tonight,â Kyraâs arms wrapped around your waist while you leaned your head back against her shoulder. You were enjoying relaxing against your girlfriend underneath the warmth of the water running over the top of you both.Â
âYou sick of me, huh?â Smiling playfully you turned around in Kyraâs embrace so you could look at her.
âI mean, I could never get sick of you baby, but I think you and Steph both need to talk this out,â Kyra was right but you really didnât want to admit that to her. Nodding your head you made the promise to go back to the apartment tonight, just wanting to drop the subject and enjoy Kyraâs company a little bit longer before facing Steph.
Youâd played your cards right and managed to coerce Kyra into falling asleep with you while watching a movie. Which led to you now being dropped back at Stephâs apartment at almost midnight. Unlocking the door, you tried your best to be quiet, figuring that Steph would be asleep by now.Â
Getting tackled by Calvin as soon as you walked in, you noticed all the lights were still on in the apartment. Normally if Steph went to bed before youâd gotten back home then she would leave just the hallway light on. So you knew Steph was still up. You tried to sneak in, down the hallway and into your room, but it was hard when you had a dog excited for your return.
âHey, can we talk?â You tensed a little hearing Stephâs voice, it was quieter than usual most likely due to the fact it was the middle of the night. You were nervous until you actually looked at Steph, you were afraid of a lecture but with how she was looking at you, you knew that she wasnât about to give you one.
Nodding your head you went to sit next to her on the couch, Calvin of course having to jump up and nuzzle in between the two of you, âIâm really sorry, I know I shouldnât have yelled at you. Iâve been a bit more stressed with the olympics almost here but I really shouldnât have taken it out on you,â Steph was genuine in her apology, it made you feel better but at the same time a little bad and you felt a little bit guilty. You were her sister and you lived with Steph but you didnât notice she was having a harder time than usual lately.
âIâm sorry too Stephy. I shouldâve realised you would be dealing with things causing you more stress than you usually would. If it helps, you have a whole team of people you can lean on if you need to. Weâll all always help you and be there for you. And Iâll not annoy you until after the olympics,â Gently nudging Calvin off the couch and out of your way, you moved closer to Steph, cuddling into her.
âTo be honest, I kind of missed your annoying self today before the match,â Steph knew she was going to regret telling you that.Â
You looked up at Steph, she rolled her eyes already seeing that cheeky grin and that twinkle in your eye that you get when youâre about to be a menace to her, âAw I knew you secretly loved it Stephy,âÂ
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request : y/n and matt are friends, they both have craaaazzyyy sexual tension that theyâve been denying. one night after finally coming to terms w it, they play strip poker to see who caves first. (idc who caves first, bc ik id be folding like origami!!) then they get reallll nasty and YOU MUST include what we talked ab đđ iâm begging on my knees, i need that witchcraft
Strip For Me
Matt x Fem reader
Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Friends to lovers, strip poker, spit, etc etc etc
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!
super long! like 5000 words oops
Mattâs POV
âUNO!â Chris yells, making all of us jump in our chairs. âMATT DIDNâT CALL IT!â
I huff as I throw my card onto the table, losing yet another game of Uno against Y/n, Nick, and Chris.
âPoor Matty, you literally always forget to call it. Itâs too easy.â Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.
Game night never fails to piss me off. Chris is too competitive, I swear Nick cheats and changes rules without telling anyone, and Y/n thinks itâs so funny when I lose.
âYou better watch it,â I tease, glaring at her from across the table.
âOh yeah, or what?â she bites back while narrowing her eyes.
Nick and Chris exchange looks and then look between the two of us. I stand up and make my way around to her chair, pulling it out from under the table.
âWhat are you doing??â she drops her cards and pulls her legs to her chest, interlocking her fingers around them so sheâs curled into a ball.
I slip an arm around her thighs and the other around her back and pick her up. Her grip breaks and sheâs fighting and thrashing while calling me every name under the sun. I canât contain my laughter as I carry her to the couch, throwing her down onto a pile of pillows and blankets.
âMATTHEW NO!â she kicks and screams, already knowing whatâs coming.
âYou asked for it,â I chuckle out and start tickling her stomach.
Her gorgeous giggle echoes through the room and soon enough all four of us are gasping for air in a fit of laughter.
âMatt PLEASEâŚ. ple- MATT!!â she can barely get her words out, her eyes watering and her arms clutched over her stomach.
âYou think thatâs gonna stop me?â I grab her hands and sit in a straddle position over her legs, pinning her arms above her head with one of my hands.
âNick, get your fucking brother!â she yells as she tries to wiggle out from under my grasp.
âI have no involvement in this,â Nick says throwing his hands up and laughing.
âDonât even ask me, Iâm not getting caught in a tickle fight,â Chris says before gathering all the cards and shuffling them.
I do my best evil smile down at her before bringing my free hand to hover just between her armpit and ribcage, her most ticklish spot, and wiggling my fingers right above her skin.
âShould I do itttt?â I say in a singsong voice, inching my hand closer and closer.
âPleaseeee donât! Matt Iâm begging!â She whines, her eyes flicking up to look at me through her lashes.
She gives up her squirming and fighting and just bats her eyes at me. It feels like time stopped. Iâm sitting on top of my best friend, arms pinned above her head with those eyes that scream âplease fuck me.â
Maybe the feelings arenât as mutual as I think, but if I was given the opportunity I would jump on her so fucking fast. Thereâs a tension when weâre around each other that I can almost feel.
âMatt! Get off of me dickhead!â She slaps my arm and snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.
âNext time keep your little remarks to yourself, I win more than you do anyway.â I laugh as I stand up and walk back to my spot at the table.
âThatâs just objectively wrong.â She says as she pulls herself up and follows behind me before pulling her chair back up to the table.
âGotta agree with Y/n. Mattâs just a sore loser.â Nick says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. âIâm tired as fuck, Iâm going to sleep. Please donât break anything down here.â He begs as he walks off to his room.
âIâll play a couple more and then Iâm gonna hit the hay too,â Chris yawns as he deals out the next round of cards.
I grab my stack and look up to see Y/nâs gaze already locked onto mine wearing a look I canât quite read. Just as quickly as our eyes lock she looks back down like nothing happened.
Y/nâs POV
âGoodniiiight!â I yell out to Chris as he walks off to his room.
He throws his hand up in a wave without turning back and I wait until I hear his door shut. I turn back to look at Matt in his spot across the table, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
âWhatâs wrong, someone doesnât know how to take a loss?â I ask in a mockingly sweet voice.
âItâs not even fucking fair, you guys cheat and then act like Iâm sooo bad at the game.â He drops his hands and looks up at me.
Heâs so fucking hot when heâs all worked up and angry, and itâs so easy to push his buttons. I still canât seem to shake the weird feeling I got after he threw me on the couch earlier. He literally picked me up like I weighed nothing. And looking up at him while his chain dangled over my face made my stomach twist into knots. Iâve always thought Matt was attractive, itâs hard not to. I swear I even catch him looking at me sometimes. But heâs my best friend and I canât jeopardize that, who knows if he even feels the same? For all I know he could think of me like a sister and Iâm just overthinking everything.
But for some reason I decide to keep pushing him tonight.
âMaybe youâre just not good? Itâs okay to admit it.â I shrug and start putting all the cards back into the box.
His hands hit the table and when I look up at him his face is filled with annoyance.
âI can literally beat you at any other game.â
âI doubt it Matty. Itâs okay though!â I smile and try to hold in my laughter.
He stays silent for a good 30 seconds while I take the box of cards back to the bookshelf. When I come back to the table to grab my phone he stands up and leans onto the table, the muscles in his arms flexing underneath the light above us.
âWhat about poker? You know how to play?â He asks, his voice low and raspy.
âDo you know who youâre talking to? Of course I know how to play,â I answer, sitting back in my seat instead of retreating upstairs like I had planned. âIt wouldnât even be fair to you honestly.â
He scoffs, turning around to go to the bookshelf. He moves a few items around before grabbing a deck of playing cards and walks back to the table. He tosses the box down and it slides across the table before it stops in front of me.
âI think Iâm pretty good too,â he starts, sitting in his chair and leaning back, âI mean I can think of a few things that would make it worth playing..â
My heart jumps in my chest because I know exactly what heâs going to say.
âHave you ever played strip poker?â
I try to keep my cool but I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought of undressing in front of Matt.
âNo.. not yet anyway,â I try to answer back as nonchalant as possible, like he has no effect on me.
âSo youâre in? You can say no if you want.â His voice softens a bit, but the look in his eyes remains just as dark as before.
âAre you dealing the cards or am I?â I huff as I grab the box and rip it open.
A smirk spreads across his face as he nods his head in my direction. I shuffle the cards and try to keep my hands as steady as possible but theyâre definitely shaking. I deal us five cards each and sit the deck in the middle of the table between us.
We both pick up our cards and look over them. I already have a pair of 5âs and an ace, so I lay down the other two and draw two from the deck. Matt lays one card down and draws one. I look up from my hand to see Matt smirking, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of his cards.
â3.. 2.. 1..â He speaks slowly.
We both lay our cards down; I have my pair of 5âs and ended up getting a pair of aces. Matt has four 8âs. Fuck.
âGo ahead.â He sits back in his chair and bites the inside of his cheek with a grin.
I stand up and decide to tease just a little bit. I run my hands down my sides and grab at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to show the skin of my stomach. His eyes widen and watch my every move.
âUh, y-you donât have to start with your shirt,â he says while readjusting in his chair.
âI know. But I want to..â I say in a seductive voice while slowly pulling my shirt up.
I bring it all the way over my head and toss it revealing the tank top I have on underneath before I sit back down giggling.
He relaxes and I hear him let out a breath before grabbing the cards and shuffling them. âIâll deal this hand.â
After he deals five cards each and we go through the process of throwing some out and redrawing, we lay down the next set. Matt has nothing, which shocks me because he really didnât seem too stressed. I have a pair of queens.
âYour turnnnn.â I say with a big grin.
He reaches under the table and comes back up with his socks, tossing them somewhere off into the living room.
âNot fair,â I pout, bringing the cards into a pile.
âSocks are clothes, no?â He chuckles and pushes his hair out of his face.
We go through the next few rounds stripping off whatever we could that didnât feel too risky. Rings, bracelets, watches. We both have nothing left to take off besides the big hitters. Iâm dealing the next hand and I say a silent prayer to myself that Matt takes the first big loss.
I have a 5, 6, jack, 8, and 9. I decide I want to risk throwing the jack away to try for a straight. Matt tosses three of his and I try to gauge his reaction. Again, nothing at all but a blank stare. I hope Iâm doing just as well with my poker face.
We both lay our cards out. I didnât end up getting the straight, but I drew a king. Matt doesnât have anything either so weâre forced to go for who has the highest card.
âI have a queen! Get to it,â he says smugly while interlocking his fingers behind his head and sitting back.
I almost open my mouth to tell him that a king is worth more than a queen, but the anticipation is getting to be too much for me. Watching him as he stares at me from across the table, seeing his long fingers gripping his cards, his smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as he concentrates on his next move. Itâs been doing something to me, and Iâve had a heat growing between my thighs for a while now. Why not let him think he won this one and speed things up a bit?
âDamn it!â I say in the most convincing voice of annoyance that I could muster.
I stand up from my seat and watch as his eyes follow along, glazed over and half lidded. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my sweatpants and slowly pull them to the floor, my light purple lace underwear now on full display. I turn around on purpose and toss my pants over the back of the couch, bouncing on my feet a little to make my ass jiggle. I hear him let out a breath and look over at him as he sits up straighter in his chair.
âNice panties.â he says in a flat voice, trying to play cool as if I canât see the half chub in his jeans.
âThanks.â I reciprocate his energy and sit back down, the cold metal against my legs giving me chills.
We go through the motions again, eyeing each other for any signs of hesitation before laying our next set down. I have a full house, three 4âs and two aces. Matt has a pair of 7âs.
He huffs and scoots his chair back, starting to pull up his shirt.
âUh uh! Stand up, itâs part of the rules,â I tease.
âYou and Nick with your random rule changes.â He shakes his head but stands anyway, lifting his shirt over his head.
His toned stomach flexes as he throws it. Iâve seen him shirtless a million times. Iâve been to the pool with them, spent days at the beach- hell, even just him walking around the house. But with all the tension in the room I canât help but stare a little harder. I move my eyes down to his happy trail and I have to bite my lip as I feel myself getting wet at the sight of him. He sits back down and shoots a knowing grin my way while shuffling the cards again.
The next round is played out and weâre getting ready to show our sets. I already know Iâm fucked because I have absolutely nothing, but I really donât care about the game at this point. We both lay out our cards and peer across the table.
Matt has a set of four. He keeps his head down and looks up at me through his brows, his bottom lip between his teeth.
I stand up and grab a strap from my tank top, slipping it down my shoulder. I hold eye contact and I swear I can see his pupils dilating and constricting like crazy. I grab the other strap and slip it down my other shoulder, my own fingertips giving me goosebumps with how slow Iâm going in order to tease him. I pull them both back up and slide my hands down to the hem, pulling it up my abdomen slowly. His eyes dart up my body and he adjusts himself in his pants. I swear I could become addicted to the way his eyes soak me in.
My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I pull the fabric over my breasts, making sure to hold it tight against me so they bounce as they fall out. I pull it the rest of the way over my head and let it fall to the floor before moving back to my seat.
âHoly shit, I⌠I thought you were wearing a bra,â he stutters out, ânot that Iâm complaining because⌠I just thought the game would.. holy fuck theyâre perfe-â
âHmm, thanks Matthew.â I say cutting him off.
He gulps and nods before wiggling in his seat. He grabs the deck and starts to shuffle them, cards flying out every now and again and his cheeks burning a bright red color. I canât help but grow even wetter watching the effect I have on him just from taking my top off.
He gets the cards situated and starts dealing them out, his eyes flicking up to my chest every now and again as he tries to keep his focus. I pick up my hand and somehow I have six cards. I look over and he has four. I let out a soft giggle and hold my cards up.
âWeâre supposed to have 5 each, Matty.â
âOh shit. Sorry.â
He adds another card to his hand and I grab one of mine to hand back to him. My fingers brush against his and I swear my entire body pulses.
He suddenly sits his cards down and pushes himself to his feet, his chair making a scratching sound across the floor as it pushes back. He runs his fingers along the table as he makes his way to my side. He stands next to me and I crane my neck up to look at him, his eyes full of hunger.
âHow about we call off the game?â He asks in a whisper as his hand reaches up to swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. âI canât concentrate with you sitting here like this across from me.â
I gasp as the tip of his thumb enters my mouth, pressing down on my tongue before pulling it back out.
âThought youâd never ask,â I whisper back, turning towards him as I stand up, running my hands up his chest along the way.
I glide my hands over his collarbones before wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely intertwining my fingers behind his head. His fingertips softly graze my waist, my skin on fire under his touch. He brings his forehead down to meet mine, our eyes locked on one another as we breathe in sync.
âI need to hear you say it.â he whispers as his hands settle on my hips.
âSay what, Matthew?â
âThat youâre okay with this. That you want it as much as I do.â
âI want it Matt, I have for a long time.â
His breath shudders and he pulls me closer, his erection throbbing against my thigh. He disconnects our foreheads, pulling back to look from my eyes to my lips and back up.
âI need you in my room,â he breathes out before looping his arms around my thighs and picking me up. His hands are teasingly close to my ass as he walks to his room, shutting and locking the door with one hand before letting me down in front of his bed.
Without warning his hands are gripping my face and he slams his lips against mine. Everything else ceases to exist as our tongues swirl together, our bodies so close together we almost feel like one person. His hands slide down from my face to my jaw, then to my throat causing me to let a moan escape into his lips. He hums in response and adds a little pressure, and my knees feel like they could buckle and give up on me. This feels so naughty, my best friend touching me in all the places Iâve wanted him to for so long.
I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, placing kisses down the hot skin of his stomach. I lick a stripe up his happy trail and his eyes bore into me as I undo his button and zipper. I slide his jeans down and they pool around his ankles before he kicks them off. I run my nails up and down his thighs, watching as his body reacts and his dick twitches under the fabric of his boxers. I trail my hands up, running my palm across his hard length before wrapping my hand around it and hearing him sigh my name under his breath.
His eyes are blown out with need, the blue irises barely visible. He reaches down and places his hand over my own, tightening my grip around his cock and moving my hand back and forth.
âYou drive me fucking crazy, Y/n.â He groans and starts rocking his hips against my hand.
âYeah? Do something about it then.â I say and move my other hand to start pulling his boxers down.
He lets out a moan at my words, throwing his head back a bit as his cock springs up in front of my face.
He grips my chin and tilts my head up, bucking his hips forward so his length rubs across my face. I stick my tongue out as he brings it back down, feeling the veins that run all the way to his tip. I open my mouth to take only his head in, sucking lightly and keeping my head still. I grip my hand around his base and pull him back out of my mouth, kitten licking the underside of his head, eliciting a shaky breath from him as he brings his hands to wrap into my hair.
âSuch a fucking tease,â he draws out.
I just smile and move my tongue all the way to the base and flatten my tongue, licking all the way up and kissing the his tip. I continue teasing him for a minute or two, loving the beautiful sounds that fall past his lips. I can tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick down my throat, but Matt is too much of a gentleman for that.
I take his entire length into my mouth, his head touching my uvula and making me gag around him. He sucks in sharply and his fingers tighten around the roots of my hair. I keep going, bobbing my head back and forth and hollowing my cheeks around him. He lightly thrusts into my mouth, matching my speed. His jaw hangs slack and he starts panting as his dick becomes incredibly hard, twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He pulls my head back and my mouth makes a popping sound around his head.
âFuck, almost made me finish in your mouth baby. You just look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me.â he says as he strokes my hair.
He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, bringing his hands to my panties and pulling at them, almost a silent way of saying he needs them off. I help him get them down and he picks me up, his dick brushing against my core in the process which sends sparks through my body. He tosses me onto his bed, standing over me and taking in the sight like heâs the first man that discovered fire.
âSo beautiful.â He whispers as he crawls up the bed over me, leaving kisses up both my legs and stomach, all the way up to my breasts. âAlways knew you had perfect tits.â
He places a wet, warm kiss on each nipple, watching as they harden up from the stimulation. He brings his tongue to my left one and flicks it up and down and I canât help but let out a little whine. He circles his tongue around it and looks up at me before sucking on it softly. He moves his attention to the other one and repeats his actions, but my pussy is begging for his mouth to be there instead.
âMatt, pleaseâŚâ I whimper out, grabbing his head and pushing down so heâll get the hint.
âPlease what?â He smirks, softly nipping and licking at the skin on my ribcage.
âN-need to feel your face between my legs,â I blush. It feels so strange to finally be able to say these things out loud.
He scoots down the bed and settles between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his way from my knee to my upper thigh.
âSo wet for your best friend, you dirty girl.â He says before placing a kiss onto my clit, my body jolting and a soft moan escaping my lips.
His narrows his tongue and runs it up and down my folds lightly before flattening it out and adding pressure, licking from the bottom to the top.
âSuch a little slut letting me taste you like this. Itâs so wrong..â he trails off before continuing his actions.
His words twist my stomach into knots. Heâs right, I know deep down that itâs so wrong to be doing this with my best friend while his brothers are asleep in the house. But it feels so fucking good, so right.
I rake my fingers through his hair and push it back off his forehead, just taking in the sight of him working to please me. He dips down a little and sticks his tongue into my entrance, swirling it in circles as I start to clench around him.
âF-fuck.. feels so good,â I moan and buck my hips towards him, tightening my grip in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper into me.
He hums and flicks his tongue around making sure to touch every single spot he can get. He brings his thumb to my clit and sticks the rough pad of it against me, applying pressure and rubbing delicious circles.
Before I know it I am coming undone on Mattâs face, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpectedly. I cry out his name as my legs shake and tighten around his head. Iâm pulling on his hair hard enough for him to let out a groan of pain, but he continues and lets me ride out my high, pulling back and breathing heavily after I relax onto the bed.
He moves up and hovers above me, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes still dark and needy.
âYou feel better now, princess? Got to cum all over your best friendâs face. God, youâre such a bad girl.â
âMmm, donât act like you didnât want it just as bad as me, Matty.â I say between lazy kisses, tasting myself on his lips.
âNever said I didnât, sweetheart.â
He grabs my legs and pushes them up, hooking both of them around his shoulders. He runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices that have mixed with his saliva. His breath shudders as he pushes in slowly, not because he wants to, but because heâs so big that Iâm having trouble taking him.
âSo fucking tight,â he groans, easing in millimeters at a time.
âF-fuck Matt, I donât know if Iâm gonna be able to take it all.â I wince as he stretches me out.
âYou will. Give it time baby. Iâll make it fit.â
He leans his head down and lets a string of spit fall onto my clit, dripping down and settling where we meet. He pulls back out only to push in further, and my stomach tenses up at the pain. He shoots me a sympathetic look, but it only lasts a second before his eyes get that hungry look again and heâs smirking down at me.
âPoor girl, I just know youâre never gonna be able to find anyone who can make you feel like Iâm about to.â
Without warning he pushes all the way in, pain and pleasure coursing through my body as he steadily begins pumping in and out. His hands grip my legs and I bring mine to his chest, clawing and scratching instinctively to relieve some of the pain.
âM-matt, fuck..â I cry out, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.
âLook at that pretty face, all for me.â He praises.
The pain slowly starts subsiding, dopamine flooding my bloodstream as my body starts to feel intense amounts of pleasure. Iâm a mess, eyes watering and my nails leaving him bloody. It feels animalistic, weâre fucking as if itâs all we know to do.
âOpen your mouth.â He growls, his entire demeanor dark and sadistic.
I oblige, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. He spits onto it and moves a hand to my chin, closing it and holding it shut.
âSwallow it.â
I do as Iâm told and he slaps my cheek lightly, moving his hand back to my leg and gripping with white knuckles.
My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations, my head is swimming and my breathing is rapid. I feel the same feeling igniting in my stomach, so close to the edge I can taste it.
He pulls out suddenly, grabbing his cock and jerking it with his head thrown back before he releases his hot cum onto my pussy.
âTouch yourself with it,â he demands, slinging my legs apart and onto the bed.
I immediately bring my hand down to my clit without second thought, using two fingers to rub back and forth. I bring my other hand and insert a finger into my entrance, pushing his own release into myself. He watches intently as I use his cum as lubrication to send myself toppling over the edge. My legs shake and my back arches, my orgasm taking control and waves of pleasure crashing over and over until my energy is spent.
He falls down on top of me, his head on my chest as we catch our breath together. I can feel my pulse from head to toe, my heart beating like crazy along with his own.
â˘â˘â˘
I open my eyes and the sun is shining through the blinds casting a beam directly on my face. I stretch a little and look over and smile as I see Matt tucked underneath the comforter beside me.
I donât remember anything after we fucked last night, so I guess we passed out.
I open my phone to check for notifications, my heart dropping as I open the group chat between myself and the triplets.
Nick: 1 attachment
Nick: What is this�!
I click the photo and my eyes widen. Itâs an overview of the living area, clothes and jewelry strewn about with a messy set of cards on the table.
I lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow quickly, trying to convince myself I never saw it.
I flip over and cuddle up to Matt, throwing my arm over his stomach and laying my head on his chest.
We can deal with all that later.
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo smut
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âđŁđąđŽ đŁđ¸đ đ°đŞđˇđ° đđ˛đ˝đą đŞ đŹđľđžđśđźđ đťđŽđŞđđŽđť â (yea pretty basic but itâs the best I got rn đ)
Warnings: slightly angsty??,cringe,slightly cursing but otherwise fluff, mentions of burningâŚ.??? And fire??mentions of injury, car crashing, and stalking?? Blinky bro- get it together man
This is so long help đđđ (also sorry I didnât include some of the characters I got lazy)
Jimbo
JimâŚto say he worryâs for you is an understatement
Feels like he has to be there watching your every move so thereâs no accidents
Youâre bumping into walls, poles, signs, breaking things,tripping,accidentally burning things
Jim is kinda of confusedâŚhow did you not see that poleâŚ.itâs right there
But he doesnât have the heart to throw shade your way
Even if you do break things
Very important things
In all truthfulness he is frustrated but never mad, especially at you
Even when frustrated he doesnât snap at you or lash out (even if he did I wouldnât even count it as that, he just doesnât seem like the type to yell at his s/o or anyone for that matter)
He just tries to fix it to the best of his ability
And if you try to fix it, heâll definitely appreciate it even if it is a littleâŚ..banged up
As for the burningâŚ.
After the first time you cooked togetherâŚ
Wouldnât let you near the; stove,microwave,oven, or even the toaster without his supervision
Heâs just trying to keep you safe, he doesnât want an accident to happen, soâŚcan you really blame him???
If youâre able to drive no youâre not đ
Youâre not getting in that car
Is scared youâll slip up and get hurt or worse
So heâll ride in the car with you if youâre driving
Once he gets his drivers license, youâre not driving it for a while đ§đžââď¸heâs just looking out for you
When you trip he tries his best to catch to catch you but thereâs no guarantee
He also tries to pull you out the way when thereâs a pole which usually works
Unless heâs distracted
Another thing, heâd never laugh if you fell, and heâd always help you back up
Heâs so sweet I love him heâs such a gentleman đ
Toby pie
Tbh he was probably scared of you at first đđđ
Thought you were bad luck (thank eli for that)
He quickly figured out that wasnât true
Nothing happened to him when you were around
It was just you tripping and falling đđ
He did try to help you to the best of his ability
Surprised whenever you bumped into a pole
âHow did you not see that?!?! It was right there!!!â
Throws shade at you all the time for falling tripping, or worse
But always does it lightheartedly
Tells you to âbe carefulâ but you him both know thatâs not possible, even if you tried
The burning nowâŚ
Thatâs what has him paranoid
What if youâre house burns down
âYou burned my house to the groundâ (sorry not sorry)
But still
Every time you tell him youâre cooking, he tells you to be careful or asks if he can help
Even if you say you donât heâll show up anyway đđ(âhow I got you addressâŚ?âŚâŚ.donât even worry about that bruh-â)
I mean you donât want your house crispy do you?? đđ
Usually asks what youâre doing so he can keep track and be aware of what could go wrong
Heâs lucky youâre just clumsy
Not one to laugh when you fall, but he has that stupid smile on his face while he helps you up
If you can drive, he feels very anxious about you driving
Doesnât want you to get hurt or deal with the trouble of having to buy a new one and have the same thing happened over and over
So he offered to drive it for you (despite not having his licenseđđ)
Either way start praying
If you break something, he helps you clean it up or just fixes it for you
If itâs something important, itâs likely that you never broke it because he never let you near it đđ (no shade to you heâs just being careful)
But if you do break something important heâs definitely frustrated and you can tell
Toby is a very honest person, so he usually voices how he feels and his opinion
In this scenarioâŚdw heâs not the type to yell at you or anything but he will slightly raise his voice an octave or two
But you can tell heâs upset
âI told you to be careful!! I told you this was really important, and to be careful with itâŚâŚwhy didnât you listen to meâ
He knows that even if you tried you couldnât but is still frustrated
But heâs not mad at you, he could never be mad at you
You usually try to fix it afterwards, which he is great full for that
Like a lot
(Heâs so sweet I love Toby đ§Ą)
Claire bear
Tbh she just feels bad for you
You bump into stuff, fall and trip, burn things in chemistry by accident (you got ms. Janeth growing gray hairsđđ)
And you break your own projects and assignments đđđ
She usually offers to help you fix it
Letâs you know when thereâs a pole or wall up ahead
Tries to stop you from tripping, but once again no guarantee
Is praying you donât or havenât already fell down the stairs (you have)
Tries to cook you food before you try to make it or sheâll buy you so many snacks or take out that you donât even need to make lunch or make food đđ
Will also try and keep track of where you are so that she can be there to help you if youâre in danger
If youâve got a car, she wonât necessarily drive it for you or tell you not to drive you
But will offer for you to ride or walk with her to spend time with you
And sheâll ask you almost everyday(sheâs so slick)
Itâs her little way of getting you to not drive the car without outright telling you (Claire is so smart, Claire>>>>>>)
Definitely helps you clean if you break something, if its glassâŚyouâre not going anywhere near it or the mess you just made
Knowing you, youâd probably step on it or worse
If you break something important, like Toby, she probably didnât let you near it in the first place
If you do break itâŚ..
Sheâll definitely be pissed
But she wonât say anything (thatâs how you know bruh đ)
She definitely wouldnât yell at you, like at all
She wouldnât even know what to say
In the end she feels bad because SHE thinks that YOU think she hates you
She doesnât, and she lets you know that after a bit or after sheâs calmed down
Sheâs more so frustrated than mad
If you try to fix it, sheâll definitely appreciate that
(Claire is a W girlfriend)
AAARRRGGHH
Confused as to why you keep bumping into walls and poles
Can you not see??? Are you blind??
Toby tells him youâre just clumsy butâŚ..he doesnât understand
What does clumsy mean?? And what does that have to do with you falling all the time??
Catches you when you trip or fall, not just sometimes, but all the time
He doesnât pull you out of the way when thereâs a wall or a pole
Instead he picks you up :)
Offers to carry you so that itâs less hazardous for you when traveling
Feels a little uneasy when you drive a car đđ
He doesnât want you to crash okay đ
As for cooking..
No đ
Hell nođŚ
He canât really stop youâŚ
Well not that he canât he just doesnât đđ
The others keep track of you for him (mainly Toby)
So theyâre there supervising, youâŚa grown adult
They know you feel embarrassed but they donât care, theyâre saving your life
And your house-
But anyways back to AAARRRGGHH
Wonât stop you from driving a car, but if you get in an accident even once
Gets nervous about you driving one again or any vehicle for that matter
If you break something heâs probably gonna eat it đđ (if it is something he can eat)
Dw it doesnât hurt him even if it is broken glass
If you break something important, he probably wouldnât even be mad
Not even frustrated more so sad if anything at all
Does say anything either just holds it looking sad
Which makes you feel bad (and sad)
So you fix it (or try at least)
Which he very much appreciates, and it lifts his spirits quite a bit :) đ
Blinky
Also confused as to how your bumping into walls
Like bbg can you not see???
Probably thought you had bad luck but after a while figured out that wasnât the case
Still a bit cautious around you though
Tries to warn you when thereâs a pole but is usually too late
Also tryâs to catch you when you trip, which he always does of course cus itâs Blinkous duh đ (my 5th hubby wubby/hj)
For his own sake he HAS to be there to watch you cook
Also youâve caught him following you from time to time, heâs just looking out for you buddy, heâs trying his best
He mainly just asks where youâre headed so he can know what youâre up to
Will try and distract you from getting into your car (doesnât work and if it does itâs rare)
And since you know how stressed he gets about you driving, and since you donât want to stress him out further
Youâll usually just walk
If you break something heâll probably clean it up for you or help fix it
If it was something important, he probably was sure to keep it on him so that thereâs less of a chance of you breaking it
If you do break something important, heâd definitely be frustrated but not mad per say
And you can tell
He just sighs and quietly grumbles whilst trying his best to fix it
Would not give you the chance to fix it at all and is scared youâll break it further
In the end he letâs it go because he knows you canât help it
Even though you stress him out sometimes he still loves you (I love my hubby wubby)
Douxie
Finds it partially amusing that you bump into poles and walls
But if you fall over or are actually hurt by it then thatâs where the hilarity of it ends
At first he thought you just had bad luck or something, but he checked and you didnât
So you explain you were just really clumsyâŚand partially hazardous đđ
Pulls you out the way if thereâs a pole up ahead or just warns you before you hit the pole and or wall
Usually catches you if you fall and if HE doesnât then he was probably just using his magic
Sometimes if heâs in a particular mood heâll let you fall, but heâll make sure that you donât get hurt (but still đđ)
Doesnât trust you in the car, so he âoffersâ to drive for you
If you do driveâŚâŚnaur đđ
Heâs getting out
And throws shade at you while doing so (lightheartedly of course)
He doesnât let you cook either, he doesnât have the insurance for an apartment fire (đđđđ Iâm sorry, no like Iâm actually sorry thatâs funny and it shouldnât be)
So instead of supervising heâs the one doing the cooking
But usually gets take out so thereâs less of a chance
He barely trusts you the toaster
The amount of times youâve broken something is beyond me đđ
If you break something, heâll help you clean it, or offer too at least
He knows youâre an adult and you can handle it yourself but he doesnât want you to be hurt
Especially if itâs broken glass
If you break something of importance
Tbh idek what his reaction is
Believe it or not
Heâs only a little frustrated, if at all
Heâs more so exasperated if anything
When he sees it broken heâs just like âohâŚâŚhere give it to me Iâll fix itâ
đ§đžââď¸like bro ur not mad??
If youâre insistent on fixing it (which you are) then heâll let you
He does appreciate it though
Like a lot
Steve the Palchuk
Probably made fun of you and laughed at you whenever you fell when he first met you
Then was kinda scared of you cause Eli told him you were bad luck
But now he doesnât
Heâs still somewhat amused
Just no longer out right making fun of you
He does help you up when you fall
âHey, watch where youâre going, I donât want you getting hurt..â
Yes pookie
Anyways, Steven usually tries to catch you
But heâs also a bit clumsy so you both end up falling down đđ
He is definitely one to warn you, not just when thereâs poles in front of you but around you as well
Will sometimes pull you out of the way closer to him to lookâŚheroic??? (Steve come on-)
Doesnât let you drive his Vespa
And if you have a car of your own
đ
nah man-
âOh please fuck that car, get on my Vespaâ đđđ
Doesnât understand how tf you burn things
How???? Especially if you were watching it the whole time
As much as he wants to protect you but still
Heâs scared to come over when you cook
Especially if itâs over the stove
If you break something he usually offers to help fix it or pay for it
Even if he doesnât have the money for it (aww Steve đĽ˛)
If you break something important
He wonât be mad more frustrated
And if it has anything to do with the sake of Arcadia then heâs scared screaming and running around like a little girl
So you have to calm him down and apologize
You and him do try to fix it so heâs feeling a lot better
But still heâs nervous, are you just clumsy or bad luck???
Was Eli right???
Nahh someone this sweet could never be bad luck
Aja
Sheâs never met a human thisâŚ.
Clumsy??? Is that the word
Doesnât understand why youâre bumping into poles, âtheyâre in front of you how did you not see themâŚ?â
Same with walls, youâve had to have seen itâŚ.are you blind
When you trip, sheâll giggle a little bit but sheâll help you up
She thinks youâre so silly
The amount of times youâve broken your own projects and assignments is astonishing to her
Has watched you burn things without literally trying
And is just like đ§đźââď¸âhow did you do that??? Show me!!â (đđ)
Watches you when youâre cooking
After a while connects the dots, your forbidden from the kitchen (unless itâs to eat)
If youâve got a car
She wonât stop you from driving it
But is still worried
If you get into an accident then she probably wouldnât let you drive it for a while after that
If you break something, sheâll offer to fix it
If itâs tech sheâll take it to krel to fix and probably improve :)
If itâs something important
Tbh I donât see her being mad about that seeing that you didnât do it on purpose
âI told you to be careful!!âŚâŚ.now lookâŚ..â
âSorry Iâm just frustratedâŚ.â
But the thing is she doesnât look or seem frustrated
She looks more worried and sad if anything
She appreciates that you offered to fix it
Dw itâs not that she doesnât trust you or thinks youâll break it
Itâs just that whatever it was probably wasnât something you could fix
So now she keeps important stuff in a certain place that you canât reach, or would have a hard time try at least
But she loves you even if you are a clumsy silly little human (I nominate Aja to be my girlfriend)
Krel
Now thisâŚâŚ.Iâve been waiting for this (Iâm literally obsessed with this boy I love him sm)
Is also confused as to why are you are bumping into walls
âAy yi yi yiâŚâŚ.are you a soolian??âŚ.it was right thereâŚyou saw it coming!!!â
Eli also told krel you were bad luck đ§đžââď¸
Which krel, boy genius, obviously didnât believe
I donât see him pulling you out of the way when thereâs a pole or a wall, I donât really see him warning you much either đđ
On a good day he probably would
If it were something that could hurt you or worse would probably do both
âBe careful!!! And watch where youâre going, my love you know I canât stand to see you hurtâ đđđ
Krel >>>>>>>>
Anyways
Probably laughs when you fall, but helps you up)
Except when youâre hurt, then he probably feels bad and helps you up
Is actually scared FOR you
Like constantly
Bro is going through enough he donât need this đ
The fires, possible car accidents
đđheâs horrified
If youâve got a car or something
Not anymore
Heâs not letting you get in that
Literally forbids you
âAs king in waiting of akiridion 5, I hereby forbid you from going in that death machineâ
âKrelâŚâŚ.this is earthâŚ.now get out of my way Iâm going to the mall-â
Probably had luug piss on your tires (making them pop, or meltâŚ..probably-)đđđ
Either way youâre not getting in that car
Now the burningâŚ..
Naur-
If itâs in chemistry class
Heâs probably yelling and screaming along with everyone elseđđ
If itâs because you were cooking
NO
Nope
He gives you a blank bot so that you never have to cook again!!! đ
And if thatâs not good enough for you then sure go ahead burn your house down đđđ
Heâs just trying to protect you
If you break something it kinda scares him or makes him nervous
Not too sure why
He does offer to help you clean it up
Or more likely fix and improve it in any way he can
Or heâll use parts of it (for god knows what)
If you broke something important he probably kept it away from you anyways (sorry y/n)
If you did manage to break something important
Heâd be frustrated definitely
But not mad seeing as you didnât do it on purpose
âI keep telling you to be careful!! Why donât you listen!!! UghâŚ.great now I have to fix itâ
That and other things pretty hurtful things in all honesty are things he says in the heat of the moment
After a while he calms down
He knows you canât control it so whatâs the point in yelling at you for it, you apologized and tried to help whatâs the point in being upset
He does think youâre adorable and loves you, but when breaking his inventionsâŚ.it hard to think so (no he still thinks youâre adorable)
Eli
Couldnât add a gif for him so anyways but yea đ
Like I said before
Bro is horrified of you
You must be bad luck or something
After a month or two of watching youâŚ(wtf Eli not again)
He realizes that he might be wrong
None of your friends ever got hurt, just you
Heâs thinking about investigating you
Which he does
You just explain to him that youâre a little bit clumsy
âYeaâŚ., a little clumsyâŚ.â
Câmon you fell over the railing thatâs not clumsy mf đ/j
He genuinely thinks youâve been cursed but whatâs the point in telling you that, you have enough going on
You almost burned your house down for gods sake you donât need anything else rn
Tries to warn you if thereâs a pole or a wall(the majority of the time you donât hear him)
At this point he just feels bad for youâŚ
If you trip heâll try to catch you but ends up falling down with you
Wonât laugh if you fall, heâll just help you up and tell you to be careful (even though he knows damn well you canât đđ)
Like I said before EliâŚ.thought you were cursed
So when a fire breaks out and youâre the cause
He starts freaking out
He does know now that you arenâtâŚ.or might not be
But the possibility is still thereâŚ..(Iâm Eliâs eyes at least)
Honestly heâs really scared for you
Like shaking in his boots scared
And gets extra scared when you donât respond to his texts he keeps thinking something happened
Eli is definitely a bit paranoid as always
Honestly if you break anything heâd probably just let you clean it or if it were too big of a mess heâd probably helped
If it was important he probably fixes it or at least tries
Itâs not that he doesnât trust you
Itâs just that he doesnât trust whatever the fuck type of borderline hazardous shit is gonna happen yet
Especially if itâs an item that could be considered a weapon
Eli doesnât even have to worry about you crashing your car
You wanna know why??
CUZ THIS ASSHOLE RATTED YOU OUT đđ
He told your parent(s) about the time you snuck out (to go see him đ) and that you had basically crashed your car on the way back
Needless to say you no longer have car keys
You and Eli ended out getting into a big fight later about it
But more on that later đŞđşđş
Yea he loves you obviously
Even if he does think your cursed
But thatâs not gonna stop him from loving you
(Sorry this was short I had to finish it quick tho)
#ToA#toa trollhunters#trollhunters#3below#trollhunters x reader#jim lake jr#Jim lake jr x reader#3below x reader#aja tarron#Aja tarron x reader#krel tarron#krel x reader#krel tarron x reader#toa x reader#douxie#hisirdoux casperan#hisirdoux x reader#Claire Nunez x reader#this took to damn long#blinky x reader#arrghh x reader#idk what other tags to add
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Quiet (Mihawk x Reader)
Warnings: NSFW, gn afab! Reader, Reader has chronic illness/ pain, Cross Guild is also there but this is basically all Mihawk, lots of comfort, fingering
WC: 1.1k
Summary: You hurt and youâre angry and you lash out. Luckily Mihawk sees through your yelling and helps you out.
Notes: A quick little thing for @turtletaubwrites since youâve been having a bit of a time. I hope things are going well. Also the bath part is very much all based on the ask from @hugeassnerdwithadirtymind3
Tagging: @keiva1000
Normally the ambient sounds of your three partners were comforting. The scratching of pen on paper as Crocodile worked with the occasional metal clink of his hook or rings- the cheery tunes Buggy constantly hums under his breath as he goes about his day. They are familiar in a way that, normally, makes you feel at ease.
Normally.
But right now, you think as you grip the cushions of the couch in Crocodileâs office, pain and discomfort and vile thoughts bubbling through your body, you think if you hear one more slightly off key note from that clown youâll rip your own skin off. You thought you could manage it today, shoving down your discomfort and putting on a smile to try and have a normal day. Just one day where you arenât wallowing or being pitied. The door slams behind Mihawk as he walks in for the meeting and any last hope of that normal day flies out the window.
âCan you shut a door behind you for fucking once!â You snap at Mihawk, earning a shocked look from everyone.
âExcuse me?â Mihawk says back, tone truly indicating confusion.
âYou-!â You stand up and gesture angrily towards the door. âYou donât just shut doors behind you! You just bust them open and parade on through and since every fucking door in this place is expensive and heavy they slam every single time! Itâs loud! Itâs fucking obnoxious!â
âHey, star-â Buggy takes a step towards you but you stop him.
âDonât. Youâre no better with your stupid humming.â You glare at him and only when you see the genuine hurt in his eyes do you realize you are overreacting.
Thereâs a few painfully long moments of silence before you feel the tears pricking at your eyes, pent up frustration and pain about to drag you under again. You turn and rush out the door and retreat to your room, not caring if anyone follows.
You bury yourself in your dark room, curtains drawn closed so no light or sound could peak through, curled up under heavy blankets to muffle anything that even tried to poke through. Despite all your effort though you could still sense when the door to your room softly open and shut. You canât tell who has entered until you feel someone sit next to you on the bed and a soft, quiet voice reach out to you.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Itâs Mihawk, and you instinctively roll over to be a bit closer to him.
âNot really.â You answer, sliding so your head rests on his lap.
âAlright.â He runs his hands through your hair gently and you appreciate the touch as you let yourself hug his leg.
The two of you sit in perfect silence for well over and hour, him not questioning when you have to grip him tighter or the occasional groan of pain. It was nice to just be with him, to be held but not pitied, to not feel like the center of attention but still acknowledged. Eventually you find your center again, anger and frustration passing for at least a moment. You sit up and lean your head on Mihawkâs shoulder.
âIâm sorry I yelled.â You say quietly.
âApology accepted.â
âBut you really canât keep slamming doors.âYou see the small quirk of a smile and you know everything is okay.
âI will do better. Now, would you like to take a bath with me?â
You sit up excitedly- Mihawkâs baths are the best. Every decadent soap, oil, and lotion this side of the Grand Line was in his bathroom. His tub was deep and heated with little jets that were heavenly. Of course you wanted to take a bath. Mihawk picks up on your excitement immediately, standing up and scooping you into his arms.
The bathroom isnât a far walk and you get deposited onto the sink counter to watch as Mihawk draws the bath. As the warm water fills the tub he lights various candles and turns the lights off, giving the room a peaceful ambiance. You watch as he pours various oils into the bath that fill the room with a slightly floral scent, the bath bubbling up as the water level rises. Once he turns the water off you slip out of your clothes and Mihawk follows suit.
âAfter you.â Mihawk holds his hand out and you take his hand as you step into the bath, warm water immediately doing wonders.
You sink down into the tub, going down until bubbles hit your chin. Mihawk steps in after you, somehow barely disturbing the water as he sits down next to you. You shift yourself so your back is against Mihawkâs chest, letting your head lay back on his shoulder. His arms wrap around your middle and he holds you against him as the heat of the water relaxes your muscles.
âIs there anything else you need?â He asks, placing a kiss to your temple.
Well⌠there was one thing.
Wordlessly you take one of his hands in yours, gently guiding his hand down your stomach and between your legs. Mihawk hums thoughtfully as he takes the lead, slender and agile fingers sliding down and gently circling your clit. You press yourself back against him as two fingers press into you and slowly work you open.
Mihawk isnât in a rush, his movements careful and languid as he draws out pleasure from you. His other hand holds you close, rubbing lightly up and down your side as he other hand works. You let out breathy moans as he kisses your neck and jaw, knowing just the spots that make you crumble. You know heâs worked up as well, his erection pressing against your ass an unavoidable sign, but he does nothing to chase his own pleasure, only focusing on you.
You lose track of time as his fingers pump in and out of you with only the occasional pause to focus on your clit, keeping your pleasure drawn out until the water loses most of its warmth. Eventually it becomes too much and you donât even realize how close you were until youâre cumming hard, walls contracting against Mihawkâs fingers. He helps you down, slowing but not stopping your movements until youâve ridden out your climax, delicate kisses pressed into your skin.
You go to reach behind you to pay back the favor but Mihawk stops you. âNot today darling. You need to get some rest.â
Somewhat reluctantly you agree, letting him pull you out of the bath, dry you off, and wrap you in an almost comically fluffy robe before carrying you back to your bedroom. You let him tuck you in your bed, blankets wrapped snuggly around you.
âYou can always come to me for some quiet. Just let me know love.â He says as he kisses your forehead and leaves your room, taking care to quietly shut the door behind him.
The pain wasnât gone- it might never be- but knowing you had loving and caring partners made things just a bit better.
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#dracule mihawk x reader#mihawk x reader#mihawk x you#x reader#discordantwritings
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The Girl at the Cafe
Fushiguro Megumi x F!Reader
(megumi is such a babygirl and i love the violin scene so here it is)
Word Count: almost 1k
Content Warnings: none, just fluff
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Megumi has been seeing this girl daily now, sitting in the corner with a tea in her hands, looking out the window. Megumi sees you daily, and you see him too, but he has never had the courage to ask your name. He thinks you look beautiful, and now he has been looking forward to seeing you in your spot rather than his black coffee.
Today is no different, he enters the cafe and sits down in his unassigned-assigned place and turns to catch a glimpse of you. But today, you aren't there. He checks the time on his phone, he is there at the usual time. Maybe you were running late, a hopeful part of him thinks. Maybe you have already left, the pessimist in him thinks.
He orders his usual coffee and a pastry to pass the time, but it's been over half an hour and there is still no sign of you. After an hour, he leaves the coffee not tasting the same without having you to steal glances at.
Right as he steps out, he spots Yuji and turns away, not wanting him to see his usually antsy face upset over nothing.Â
He is glad he does, because he bumps into you - well you run into him - but he is delighted to see you though his face still has the signature frown.
âOh, I'm sorry,â you say, and Megumi is mesmerised by your voice, already feeling it seeping into his dreams.Â
âIt's alright,â He says, hands involuntarily reaching out to steady you.Â
âIsn't it later than your usual time?â You ask. He can see the curiosity in your eyes and he is delighted that you recognize him - else he'd be making a complete fool of himself.
âYeah, school,â He says with a sad sigh. âYou're late too, what a coincidence.â Megumi opens the door for you, letting you pass before entering again.
âFushiguro, Megumi,â He says when you give him your name. He tries saying it out once, loving the way it rolls off his tongue.
Megumi takes another pastry and his black coffee, not worrying about the sleep it is going to steal from him. It's not like he could sleep tonight either. The barista gives a knowing smile but she doesn't say anything.Â
Conversation flows easily between you two, and you are quickly done with your beverages and pastries. Like a true gentleman, he opens the door again as you exit a shy smile on your face.
He's asking how you are going to go just as two pairs of arms are swung around him, embarrassment filling his whole body.
âFushiguro-kyun!â Yuji and Nobora smother him with embarrassing questions about things that never happened, about the nights they shared together about the nice things he has said to them. He wishes the earth would split open and swallow him, he's sure he's red in the face and cannot bear to look you in the eyes. What kind of man would you take him for, after these idiots? He's fuming and ready to lash out at his friends only to be beaten to it again. By Gojo Sensei, of all people.
âCould you not touch him so casually, please?â Gojo says in a soft voice, before yelling, âYou homewreckers!â
âAh, well,â Megumi accepts his fate, ready to never show up in this cafe again, ready to disappear out of your sight and never seek anyone else out.
Gojo is standing elegantly, his blindfold gone and sunglasses in their place - his glowing blue eye teasing from under a lens. âMegumi-chan has violin practice with me now.â He says with all the dramatic flair he is known for. âLetâs go home, Megumi-chan. Today I will have you master Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.â
He is ready to split the sky and fly away, but then you start giggling at their theatrics. He thinks it is the prettiest sight he has ever seen, seeing you giggle like that, he wants to make that sound come from you all the time. It's a strange feeling, for he has never had the urge to make people laugh.
âYou've got wonderful friends, Fushiguro.â You say, sounding out of breath. Your eyes twinkle with laughter and he knows he will never forget it.
An embarrassed smile makes its way to his face, and Yuji, Nobora and Gojo all step back, staring at him in horror.
âMegumi?â They whisper under their breath, eyes dancing between the two of you.
âSame time, tomorrow?â You ask, holding your hand out. Megumi is a little confused, but Gojo says, âPhone number, Megumi-chan,â
âOh, right!â Megumi takes your phone and dials his number, a shy smile on his face. âSame place?â
âDo you have any better suggestions?â You ask, eyes sparkling. He cannot bring himself to look away, wanting to drink in each second he has with you.
Megumi watches you walk away, he thinks you have an amazing walk - taking the runway straight to his heart. He's so blissed he's even forgotten his embarrassing friends, who had been suspiciously quiet all this time. The satisfied smile on his face quickly turns to a scowl as he turns, Yuji, Nobora and Gojo all with wide grins on their faces. And suddenly he can feel all his fury returning.
âWhat the hell was all of that?â He demands, not quite loud, but still sounding outraged. And he's surprisingly vocal about it too. âGojo-Sensei, violin? Really? Do you even play violin?â
âFushiguro's got a girlfriend!â Yuji ignores all of that, right back to his bubbly self. Megumi hates Yuji so much at the moment, and his resting face reflects that, but he also thinks, if you two were to date - youâd better get used to his friends' antics.
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If anyone remembers that one episode from season nine where Peri got Mrs crocker for a godchild(slight spoilers for a new wish and Peri's relationship with Dev)
She was depressed because she felt like Crocker didn't love her back,and she tried to use wish after wish to quell that emptiness,leaving Peri so exhausted because no matter how many wishes he tried to grant she never seemed to get happy
It got so bad from what I remember they tried all ways to get her to break the rules just so Peri would be free from her,she only truly lost him when she reconciled with Crocker who admitted he did indeed love her
I can't help but compare this to Peri's new godkid in ANW, Dev tried to do something similar,all he ever wanted was to have his dad's love which he never got because Dale literally cares more about money and his literal boots more than him,hence similarly no matter how many wishes he kept asking for hardly any of them were able to geniunely make him happy beyond the surface level, I'd argue the only times he was truly happy was when he and Hazel were friends but that's for another post.
Peri did try his best to adhere to the rules and to grant his wishes,but this in turn just made Dev get even more frustrated because in all fairness he doesn't really NEED a fairy to give him little things like a cupcake or something like a game he's rich he can get an AU pair to bring him that anytime,and the more riskier wishes that can be deemed as more fun is against the rules. Heck I'd even argue that initially Dev may not have seen Peri as anything besides an AU Pair but with magic given that he only really used him to make wishes. Dale probably just told him to ask the au pairs anything he wanted as a means of neglecting his own parental responsibilities. That and Peri wanting to do his absolute best at his first job to impress his parents and stick by the rules along with Dev's frustration and lashing out is the core reason why it fell apart so quickly.
This difference in opinion led to all of this, they're both at fault and both have legitimate reasons for it,Peri had the excuse that this really is his first job he's just doing what he was taught at the academy just grant the kid's wishes and make them happy,he probably did not anticipate the need for severe emotional understanding when it comes to troubled kids(honestly who decided to give a newbie a kid that needed way more help from a seasoned fairy godparent though? I blame whoever made that decision)he did care about Dev in the end but by that time it was too late.
With Dev it's he's a hurt kid and he lashes out at others which I'm not trying to justify it's still wrong,and people can get hurt because of that but given his circumstances I really understand him, he's not used to allowing people in and builds walls around himself even the slightest gesture is enough to make him to increase his guard even more like when he thought a single argument with Hazel meant their friendship was over and tried to go back to being his old self until Hazel pointed that out to him,the sunglasses being a literal metaphor for it,he takes them off a lot during his friendship arc with Hazel and starts putting them on all the time near the end during his downward spiral. He acts the persona of a bully as a means of gaining control of his situation,when it's obvious that is not how he truly is lost and founders day being a prime example,he was genuinely getting better until he found out about project H,and I can understand his reaction his dad who's always absent,hardly ever pays any attention to him literally won't look him in the eye unless it concerns bussiness,cares more about his son's friend then he cares about his own son,did Hazel deserve to get yelled at though?no she didn't, it's still not her fault.
Then immediately after Hazel leaves Peri comes back and tries a feeble attempt to cheer him up by persuading him to make a wish,which really wasn't the right call to make in that specific moment which further aggravates Dev into telling him to leave before having a mental breakdown.
And later in best of luck he ends up getting in a vulnerable position when Peri declares he's quitting,and Irep ends up being a bad influence,he gets manipulated and tries to take over fairy world as a desperate means of getting Dale to finally, finally pay some attention to him which he does initially until he immediately shifts his focus to Irep instead. Literally leaving Dev in the dust on the ground. Alone again.
(I really want to make this post a bit more detailed but I'm six days away from an exam so I can't find the time,any grammar mistakes is because of how rushed this one was might edit it later)
Cosmo phrases it best what he wanted was something no fairy could ever give him,he wanted a parent's love and that is something no amount of wealth or magic is ever going to amount to,which is ultimately the final straw in making Dev abandon everything and accept the consequences without any persistence.
Peri couldn't really relate to or understand Dev because he always had the love or his parents even when he was anxious of messing up they were always supportive and loving, I don't think it's a coincidence that the panel always shows the three of them hugging infront of Dev and Hazel the latter trying to talk to him after everything that transpired. A physical metaphor of what he doesn't have and has to see Infront of his eyes all the time. Again I don't really blame anybody(except maybe Dale but if I'm blaming Dale I'm also blaming Vicky),Peri is a rookie he just graduated so it's unrealistic to expect him to be the best right away, I actually think he might need to ask Wanda and Cosmo for advice in season two how they dealt with certain kids and how he can improve himself.
Because neither Dev or Peri were perfect they were horrible to eachother,but that doesn't mean they can't be better.
It's clearly setting up an overarching story, I actually have faith in the new writers they didn't throw in that scene of Peri saying he cared about Dev and leaving it ambiguous whether or not Dev actually still remembers because of that one theory for nothing.
My reason for bringing in Mrs Crocker is to point out that the only way Dev can really quell his own emptiness is by attaining the love he always wanted, I think by off chance he does indeed remember everything- which I believe is the better option to retain his charecter development-,he may have finally come to understand that no matter what he does his dad would never care about him the same way he cares about his Business and himself,maybe this will lead to him forming better connections with other people, reconciling his friendship with Hazel and befriending Winn and Jasmine and maybe even getting Peri back as his fairy.
Another reason slightly crack that inspired me to make this post is this
This is Peri's eventual state/reaction every time he gets a godchild, boy's been bad at this from the very beginning it's that and simultaneously always gets a hard case on his first try
#fop a new wish#fop anw#fop#the fairly oddparents#fairly Oddparents#fairly Oddparents a new wish#fairly Oddparents anw#fop peri#fop dev#theory#not really much of a theory#periwinkle fairywinkle cosma#dev dimmadome
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[heads up!: cursing, brief mention of implied abuse (not from Zoro)]
âJust shut up, damn it! Go find someone else to pester instead of bugging me!â
He doesnât mean it. The moment the words slip from his lips, he knows heâs going to regret it â especially since itâs born out of irritation over something thatâs far from your fault. Training had not been going the way he wanted. Most recent injuries still healing, the stubborn, persistent ache of his body had steadily pushed him into a darker and darker mood.
And then you had come up to ask him a question â if heâd wanted something to drink, something to eat â and then the question thatâd tipped him over the edge. âShouldnât you be resting instead of trying to train? I donât think itâd be good for you to reopen somethingâŚâ
And heâd snapped, eye blazing with fury as he jerked his arm out of your reach.Â
You freeze, arm dropping back to your side. He expects you to lash out, fire back â you know how to hold your ground, and heâs been a front-row witness to how sharp of a tongue you have when youâre (rightfully) pissed.Â
But you donât.Â
Instead, your expression goes blank and you turn, slipping back down from the observation deck. In the absence of words, the hard click of your descent offers a finality that makes a chill slide down his spine.
He knows he should apologize, but pride is a difficult thing to swallow â especially when he knows heâs at fault for this. So he stays put, shoving down guilt in favor of resuming his training and pointedly ignoring the protest of his bandaged wounds.Â
By the time he comes down for dinner, Zoro is in a far better mood than heâd started with â heâs finally managed to get where he wants to with training, and his injuries have eased from persistent ache to a dull throb that he can tune out.Â
Entering the dining room and spotting you in your usual seat with the standard empty one beside you for him, he moves to take his seat â only to watch as you get to your feet and leave the table entirely.Â
âWhere are you going? Are you feeling okay?â Namiâs the one to ask, just as confused by your abrupt behavior as Zoro is.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer, turning to give the navigator a reassuring smile. âJust remembered I wanted to watch the sunset, thatâs all.â
 Zoro watches you go, wondering if heâs forgotten some agreement the two of youâd made beforehand â and turns to find Nami staring at him. He frowns, already on the defensive. âWhat?â
âWhat did you do now?â Her tone is accusing, her eyes narrowing as Zoroâs temper flares once more.
âWhy are you assuming I did something?âÂ
Nami folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow. âBecause youâre not the most perceptive person around when it comes to anything but fighting,â she points out and he bristles, even though he knows sheâs right. âThink, Zoro. Iâm sure you should apologize for something.â
âNo, Iââ He halts. He does have something to apologize for, doesnât he â how heâd yelled at you, the look youâd given him before turning and leaving. Itâs clear that youâre still upset about that, and while he doesnât blame you, like hell heâs going to admit that he did do something to Nami or anyone else. âWhatever. Iâm leaving too.â
He gets to his feet and moves in the direction youâd gone, ignoring the mutter of what sounds suspiciously like âidiotâ from behind him in favor of searching for you. True to your word, youâre up towards the bow of the Sunny, arms folded on the railing as you stare out at the ocean.Â
Apologize. It's easy, in theory ă
Ą to say "I'm sorry" and wait for you to respond if you forgive him or not. And yet he can't quite shape the words, settling for the next best thing.
Pretending nothing happened.
"Dinner's gonna go cold," he says as he approaches, and he doesn't miss the way you stiffen at the sound of his voice, but otherwise ignore him. "Want me to bring it out to you?" You donât answer, and he canât help the flare of frustration. Are you really going to ignore him like this? âNot talking to me now?"
Your hands curl against the railing. You've been trying your best not to think about earlier, the unpleasant memories it'd unearthed ă
Ą and the fact that Zoro wants you to pretend like nothing happened only furthers the sour taste in your mouth.
'He isn't like that,' you tell yourself firmly. He has a hair-trigger temper that sparks over some of the dumbest things from time to time (especially where Sanji is involved), but it fizzles out quickly.Â
But you know the consequences of anger behind closed doors, away from prying eyes and ears ă
Ą fingers brush your shoulder and adrenaline floods your veins, ripping you out of your unpleasant reverie as you jerk away, fixing Zoro with wide, frightened eyes. âDonât touch me!â
Your voice isnât loud enough to be heard by anyone else, but it still startles Zoro all the same â for the vehemence in your tone and the look that youâre giving him, like youâre afraid of him, that heâs going to â realization hits him harder than any enemy ever could.
Oh. Shit.
Of course youâd reacted the way you had earlier when he yelled at you, jerked so harshly away from you, arm raised as though he â he feels sick. How could he have forgotten? He knows heâd never do that to you, would never dream of it â but it hardly matters when heâd offered a blow of a different kind, just as devastating.Â
Apologize. He isn't even sure if thatâll fix the damage done now, but he canât stand the idea of you being afraid of him. Shrinking at his voice, flinching any time he moves near you â he takes a step towards where youâre crouched now, trying to calm the panicked rhythm of your breathing.
âIâm sorry,â he says, and though he wants to touch you, he resists. âI shouldnât have yelled at you earlier. It wasnât anything you did, I was in a bad mood andâŚthatâs no excuse to raise my voice at you.â
Youâre shaking. Itâs minute, but he can still see the tremble of your limbs and it only drives the knife deeper, knowing heâs the one to blame for this â and then youâre lurching towards him, a choked yelp coming from him as he struggles to steady both of you. âHeyââ
âIdiot,â you whisper, hiding your face against his shoulder. âYouâre an absolute moron, Roronoa Zoro.âÂ
âI know.â Tentatively, he brings a hand up, cups the back of your head. âBut Iâm your moron, right? Your favorite idiot?âÂ
Your hands fist into his shirt. âUnfortunately, yeah.â He hums, adjusting to hold you closer as your breathing slows into a steadier cadence. âZoro. I donât want you to think this means Iâve forgiven you.â You can feel him still against you, and you lift your face from his shoulder to look at him properly. âThe next time you raise your voice at me like thatââ
âThere wonât be a next time,â he tells you firmly, conviction clear in his tone. âIt wonât happen again.âÂ
âPromise?â
His hand drifts from your hair to cup your cheek, relieved that you lean into his touch now. âI promise.â
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Could you make a Hope x fem reader story weâre ready ends up getting in trouble at school for something stupid like getting into a fight and hopes worried at first but the once she knows Y/N fine she gets mad about her being stupid and getting the fight also if you can make Caroline in change of the school instead of Alaric bc he sucks
Together
Female hybrid reader x Hope Mikaelson
Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and murdery tendencies?, anger/rage issues.
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"Can I go now" You huff, leaning back into the un-comfy arm chair across from Caroline Forbes, the headmistress' desk. Where she's sat, hands folding on the desk.
"No. You started a fight between two other vampires, killing one of them and almost killing the other." Caroline states, anger clear in her tone.
"So? They were annoying me and wouldn't. shut. up. They kept on going on and on about how much stronger they are than I am, even though I'm a damn hybrid. And so I snapped. Kind of. If I snapped all the way they'd be bloodied up way worse and both'd be dead. Not. just. one" You ground out, eyes turning an amber yellow and your veins appearing under your eyes.
Caroline shudders back and removes her hands from the top of the desk.
"Hmm, not so tough as you claim to be, or want to be seen as" You chuckle, not bothered with the caution and fear in her eyes and body stance.
"Oh come on, Blondie, no hard feelings, right?" You smirk and stand from the ugly chair, leaving the office with a mouth hanging open Caroline in your wake.
"Wait-ugh" Caroline huffs, giving up before she herself faces the consequences. She's annoyed with how easily you can get under her nerves and how, and she hates to admit it, she's a bit scared of you.
You have more than anyone has kept count of people you've murdered, and one more just got added to that giant never ending list twenty minutes ago.
Smirking, you walk down the hallway and head to your room. Once you got inside and shut the door, you sigh in relaxation when your head hit the pillow on your bed. You pick up the book from your bedside table and flip to the marked page you left off on.
"Please don't tell me what everyone is saying is true" Hope bursts into the room, slamming the door behind you. You look up to your girlfriend from the book and sigh.
"Is it really that bad?" You say sarcastically. "Yes, it is! Are you alright? Did something happen beforehand?" She exclaims, worry evident in her voice.
"Depends what you mean by 'something'" You relax back into your pillow.
"God, what were you thinking? Why did you kill that boy?" She huffs, sitting down on the foot of your bed.
"Well he was annoying so I fixed the problem" You shrug your shoulders in boredom. "Killing people is not a way to fix your problems, Y/n. Haven't we been over this before?! I swear we have" She's on the verge of yelling.
"So what if we have? You knew what you were getting yourself into once you started dating me, death, killing, trauma, the whole damn nine yards. Just like you. Except for minor differences obviously!" You stood up from the bed, crossing your arms as to not lash out and hurt your girlfriend. Even if you are fighting at the moment, you still care about her.
Sometimes you can't control your rage and you've ended up hurting people you love.
It all surprisingly got easier when your girlfriends father, Klaus Mikaelson, turned you into the only living hybrid this day. And ironically you ended up dating his daughter. Yeah, you're life is kinda...weird? to say the least.
Hope followed by standing up and tried reaching out to you. "No" You step away, backing into your desk. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt you" You clamped your hands over your ears, holding tight until you couldn't hear anything but your thumping heart.
"You won't hurt me," Hope sighs. "Look, I know how the anger you feel is heightened, even more so than mine, but I'm here for you. All you have to do is let me in. And maybe ease up on the spontaneous murders." Hope walks over to you and pulls your hands away from your ears.
"At least at the school" She finishes. Baby steps, that's where she'll start. You chuckle in between deep breathes. "...Fine. We'll work on it. Together?" You slowly say.
"Yeah, together" She places a kiss on your lips.
#hope mikaelson#hope mikaelson x reader#hope mikaelson x female reader#hope mikaelson x fem reader#hope mikaelson x hybrid reader#hope mikaelson x female hybrid reader#hybrid reader#angst#caroline forbes#imagines#thevampirediaries#writing#fanfic#theoriginals#legacies#comfort
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