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thepenultimateword · 2 years ago

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Hi, I just found your blog and it’s amazing! Thank you so much for your hard work. I was wondering if it would be possible to ask for part 8 of Sweet Dreams? I’m totally hooked on the story, but no pressure of course!! Hope you have a wonderful day!

D'aww thank you so much! And thanks for reading! I love hearing that people like my writing! And yeees, I probably should work on some other things, but Sweet Dreams part 8 calls to me XD

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

CW: Death, murder, disintegration of a sort, umm skeletons?

"Please."

"No," Villain said, firm but gentle, rubbing tiny circles into Henchman's shoulder with their thumb. "I don't risk my powers on people I want alive."

"I don't care about the risks," Henchman half-sobbed, "Just, please. A few seconds. I won't die in a few seconds."

Henchman never foresaw themselves begging Villain for anything, but every breath, every shift in their weight, every wrong move of Villain's hand was agony and the little bottle of ibuprofen Villain had scrounged from the bottom of their bag just wasn't doing it.

"Henchman," Villain said. "As much as it may seem a medicine, it is a poison."

"A-all medicine is a poison w-with the wrong dosage." Henchman hiccupped and then grimaced at the shoot of pain that ran up their sternum.

"And if I've never learned how to give the right one?"

Henchman squeezed their arm in response, as much a move of comfort as it was desperation.

Villain paused, conflict roiling in their dark eyes.

"One second," they finally conceded.

"Two."

Henchman didn't know how fast Villain's power moved, but one second barely seemed time enough to warm up.

Villain sighed deeply. "Two. But if there are broken bones, and they're not aligned right, you might suffer for it later."

Henchman nodded. They didn't care. They just wanted the edge off this pain. Villain had given them a thorough once over yesterday, and though they had no way to tell the damage inside, they'd deemed the damage as serious bruising, several dozen scattered lacerations, and possibly a concussion. Henchman trusted that assessment enough to forego their usual cautiousness. It wasn't as if regular medicine could heal the raw and stretched sensation in their nerves anyway. But maybe time could, and that just so happened to be Villain's weapon of choice.

Villain took in a deep breath, chest expanding and raising Henchman a couple inches along with it. Their hands situated themselves flat on Henchman's arms, just below the sleeves, so that Henchman could feel the warmth of their skin on their own. And then the burning.

Henchman gasped, body seizing as if caught in the fist of some massive being.

The sensation washing through them wasn't quite pain, but it was on the verge of unbearable. It dug under the skin and delved deep into somewhere dark and personal that Henchman hadn't even known existed but now felt slightly violated for being breached. Burning fingers sifted through every part of them, each particle and atom, pushing, pushing, pushing, turning them inside out and upside down and into something they weren't moments before. Wrongness. That was the only way Henchman could describe it. An unnatural alteration of their being. They tried to count the seconds until it would end, but their brain stuttered mid-thought and struggled to complete its task. Surely it had been two seconds by now. Surely this awful experience should be over.

After what seemed like an eternity, they suddenly found themselves freed from that gripping pressure, and they collapsed like a ragdoll on Villain's chest.

"Henchman?" Villain said, fingers digging too hard into their arms.

Henchman only panted. They wanted to respond, but their tongue was still getting used to the new feeling in their mouth. As they slid the tingling tip across their gums, they found them smooth and free of cuts.

"Henchman, are you alright?"

Henchman summed up the energy to nod weakly, but apparently, Villain didn't buy that.

"I told you!" they cried. Henchman stiffened instinctively at their harsh tone, but the more they listened the more they picked out the ashamed undertones. "I told you I couldn't do it! I only hurt! I don't heal!"

"No," Henchman said, already noticing a difference in the pain as the initial shock of Villain's power lifted. Everything still ached and exhaustion plagued every limb, but at least sucking in the air didn't hurt anymore. They were even well enough to rise up a little on their hand and meet Villain's eyes. "I'm ok. Thank you."

They gave themselves several more quiet seconds to breathe, probably staring way too long into Villain's inky depths.

"Was that really two seconds?" they said once some of their energy had returned.

Villain nodded.

"Do I look older?" Henchman felt stupid as soon as they said it. Of course they weren't any older if their injuries were still intact, but for some reason, it slipped out.

A rogue chuckle escaped Villain's throat and softened some of the sharp lines in their downturned face. Perhaps the question wasn't so bad after all.

"No. Still perfectly youthful." Villain paused a moment, considering them with new eyes. "You're not crying anymore. Is the pain really better?"

"Much better," Henchman said. "N-not perfect, but I think we can probably start traveling again."

They hiked up the hem of their shirt on one side and saw that the ugly midnight bruises on their ribs had matured to a sickly green. Yes, this was definitely better.

They could probably slide over to their own side of the bed now, but they were loath to part with Villain's sturdy comfort. It probably wouldn't hurt to lie here just a little longer, if anything they could blame it on the leftover exhaustion from Villain's healing. Well, "healing." Many people were healers. Very few had Villain's talents: the power to speed up time for whatever or whoever they touched. For better or for worse. And from the sound of it, it was usually worse.

Villain nodded, expression a mixture of relief and guilt. "Let's at least wait until morning."

Strange. They thought Villain would be anxious to move. It was already weird enough that they'd stopped at all, considering Henchman was only a henchman, but too put it off another night almost seemed to be asking for trouble.

"Villain, I don't think we should risk--" they started, only to be cut off by one rough hand cupping their cheek.

"Hush." It was soft and gently commanding, and it sent a shiver down Henchman's spine. "Just focus on getting better."

"O-ok."

They shifted awkwardly off Villain's chest and slid into the crook of their arm instead. It was probably still far too intimate a position, but the thought of separating brought leftover aches and images of stone-faced heroes to the forefront of their mind.

Villain probably thought they were being wishy-washy. Maybe they were holding back their annoyance for Henchman's previous high and mightiness until they were fully recovered. In any case, they couldn't make themselves move any further, and Villain wasn't saying anything now, so they were just going to feign tiredness until morning--not that really had to feign anything; they really were exhausted.

As they closed their eyes, Villain's fingers began tracing the worry lines in their face again. They didn't seem to do anything particularly different, but Henchman had to say it felt considerably less like a threat this time around.

Their brain drifted into a warm daze, which, despite it being late afternoon, quickly led to a deeper slumber.

They didn't wake again until the hotel room's window shattered.

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Henchman's shot upright, wincing at several bruised muscles that had clenched and stiffened in their sleep, but Villain immediately shoved them back down again, drawing the yellow covers up over their head. The mattress creaked, edge sinking and rising as Villain must have swung out over the side.

"Was that skittish little thing really one of yours?"

Henchman went rock still.

That was Hero's voice, deep and charismatic as if he somehow expected the whole world to be listening and grinning along with him.

"Well, I'm certainly glad we found you together. It could have been very bad for me if it came out that I let one escape. But that's my bad for being swayed by a cute face."

"Don't even mention them," Villain snarled. Henchman peered out a crack along the side of the blanket to see the criminal overlord draw themselves up bigger. Their view only allowed them partial vision of Hero's right side, but they saw his large fist clench in turn.

Henchman drew themselves flatter to the mattress.

"You can't run," Hero taunted. "Not anymore. I have my colleagues waiting on the other side of that door. Any resistance and they'll storm this room in a second. So why don't we do this quietly? It would probably be a better outcome for your friend too. They weren't in the best shape last I saw them."

Villain back stiffened at those last two sentences, but their tone remained deadly calm as they replied, "Who said I was running?"

The visible half of Hero's face frowned. "What?"

"I've been waiting for you, Hero."

The larger person shifted uncomfortably and fell into a defensive stance. "Why would you--"

"I was running. Maybe I would have kept running. Heroes are such a gamble after all. But then you touched what's mine. And..." Villain sucked in a deep breath and released it as a humorless chuckle, "I really hate when people break my things."

"Yeah, well--" Hero began haughtily, but were quickly cut off as Villain lurched forward.

Their hands seized around Hero's throat in a flash. At the same time, Hero swung a superpowered fist to their ribcage. Henchman burst out from under the blanket, ready to grab Hero's arm, but then the monster froze. His eyes widened, and his breath caught. His body's momentum should not have died out so suddenly, but it was like his entire body had locked in place mid-punch.

Henchman realized the truth all at once. Villain was turning time for Hero the same way they had them. Hero couldn't move because the criminal had him paralyzed beneath the nature-altering pressure of their power.

Villain really was a spider. And this hotel room was their web.

Maybe the other heroes heard something, or maybe it was the complete lack of sound that brought the door busting to the ground with a loud bang that vibrated up the bed legs and into Henchman's toes.

Henchman's stomach lurched at the familiar duo, but they half rose once again to defend their employer. And once again, Villain proved they could take care of themselves.

The shadow of Villain's strangling hands suddenly doubled, the second pair separating from the original and crawling over the ceiling and hovering above the heroes' heads. Their eyes lifted to the otherworldly extension just in time to watch them come down on top of them, barely giving them time to cry out before stilling their screams and swathing the whole room in pitch black.

The bedside lamp remained on; Henchman could see the bulb's yellow glow, but it didn't push back the dark the way it should.

"Three of you?" Villain scoffed. "You really must think little of me. If you'd brought a bigger team, you might have actually had me. You were supposed to be better than this, but you're all arrogant beasts, aren't you?"

Hero's face was already several decades older, the veins in his face popping blue in his forehead and sagging cheeks. Grey seeped from the roots of his hair outward, and his statuesque body slowly hunched over. Nerve girl and nose guy were close behind, skin graying and folding around their horrified eyes.

Henchman saw the moment that they died. One moment frozen terror, and the next lifelessness. Villain didn't stop there though. Time kept spinning, bringing the heroes to the point of decay, then to skeletons, and then finally, to dust. Only then did they slide from Villain's grip, scattering into three drab, ill-made piles.

Henchman stared with their mouth dropped as far open as it could go. Something twisted in the pit of their stomach, but they weren't sure if it was gratitude or mortal terror. They would never have to worry about these heroes again. And neither would anyone else.

Villain stared at the remains coldly, mouth pinched together as if considering the inconvenience of the situation rather than the ethical questionability of what they'd just done.

They turned suddenly, and Henchman held back a flinch. Perhaps something showed in their face though because Villain paused a moment before taking another step toward the bed. They extended their hand toward Henchman's huddled form, covers drawn up to their chin.

Henchman accepted it slowly, trying hard to think about what those hands had done for them hours earlier and not what they had done just now. They knew Villain was powerful, but they'd never seen...never imagined...

"New plan," Villain said, hefting them to their feet and stepping them carefully over the pile that was once Hero. "We're returning to HQ. Tonight."

Part Nine

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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years ago

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Love your dad Donnie fics!! Can we get a Leo x Pregnant reader fic please?? ;u; if you wouldn’t mind? 🌸✨

aww thank you!!

i know it took a while, thank you for your patience :')) but HERE'S THE FIC FOR YA

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x pregnant female reader ~ I'm no pregnancy expert,, please bear with any inaccuracies lolol

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“Snuffalupugus,” Leo says.

You wrinkle your nose. “Snuffalupugus? Isn’t that the wooly mammoth from Sesame Street?”

He chuckles a bit.

“Leo! This is a serious thing! We’re NOT naming our baby Snuffalupugus.”

“I am being serious,” he huffs, rolling his eyes and nuzzling closer to you. “Snuffalupugus.”

You sigh and continue scrolling through the list of baby names you’d found online.

“If we’d decided to check the gender it would really really help with narrowing down the number of names we have to sort through,” you grumble, tapping your fingers against the phone case. “Uh. Maxine?”

“Maxine?” He laughs.

“Leo, we don’t need commentary! Yes or no?”

“Okay, okay! No!” He presses his face into the back of your shoulder. “You alright? You seem a bit --”

“I’m fine,” you snap.

“Wow. Okay.”

You’re laying in bed together, trying to choose a name for your baby. You’ve shoved all of the sheets off of your body and Leo has gladly stolen them; you’re laying on your left side with a pillow supporting your swollen belly and your husband trying to spoon you from the back.

You’re hot. You’re sweaty. You’re uncomfortable. Your belly is full of child and the child is making its presence known.

“Get off,” you growl at Leo.

The baby tugs at the edges of your uterus. You want to scream.

Leo scoots away from you and you growl again.

“What?? What?? I’m backing away!”

“No, no, that wasn’t at you, that was at this -- this BABY --”

It kicks again.

“It won’t settle down,” you hiss, and the baby kicks you again. “It. Won’t. Settle. Down. The past six days, Leo. Kicking. And Kicking. And Kicking. I haven’t SLEPT. I. Haven’t. Slept. At. All.”

The baby kicks, hard, and you curl around yourself in pain.

“Aww. Y/n. Darling. I’m so sorry…”

“Darn right you’d better be sorry,” you mutter. “You did this to me, sir.”

“Hey. It takes two to --”

“Don’t you dare,” you growl.

Your baby sucker-punches you in the ribs. You shriek and wiggle.

“The past six nights?” Leo climbs over you, facing you now. “Six nights? And you didn’t say anything to me?”

“Don’t blame me for this,” you mumble, trying your hardest to get your baby out from under your ribs. “I’m the one growing the baby. Don’t add more to my burden.”

“Aw, honey. I’m not trying to blame you for anything. Just -- just why didn’t you tell me?”

“What are you supposed to do about it? Carry the baby for a while to give me a break?” You sigh deeply, rubbing at your temples. “I just gotta get through this. Like every other mother before me.”

His forehead is creased and wrinkled, his eyes suddenly solemn.

“Darling. Why didn’t you --”

“Leo, you’ve been living with me for the past eight months! You KNOW that it hasn’t exactly been A WALK IN THE PARK --”

“But you didn’t tell me you haven’t been sleeping thanks to internal baby abuse.”

“Well. C’est la vie.”

He rests his hands on your stomach and the baby kicks at him several times.

“Ow ow ow,” you grumble. “It won’t. Stop. It’s. So. Kicky. It’s. So. Active. I blame you. I read books all day, Leo. I haven’t been outside in fifteen years. I don’t think it got its LEVEL OF ENERGY from ME.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leo says, wincing. “You need some… some ibuprofen?”

“It doesn’t help. I can still feel the kicks. And the discomfort. OW. Leo. Hold my hand.”

He squeezes your hand and you curl up in pain again.

“Labor’s going to be worse,” you whisper at yourself. “I know it. Labor’s going to be worse. I can barely handle this.”

He runs his fingers over the back of your hand. “You got this. Believe me. You’re the strongest person I know.”

You groan and shut your eyes tight. “It’s in my RIBS. OW. OW. It’s trying to SEPARATE my RIBS from the REST OF MY ORGANS.”

He presses his forehead against yours, still holding your hands, letting you squeeze the circulation out of his fingers. He’s feeling a heartbeat in his hands, his or yours, he doesn’t know, but he bites his tongue and lets you squeeze.

“Breathe,” he whispers, “breathe,” as you whimper and dig your face into his shoulder.

“Never again,” you’re muttering. “Never again. I hope you’re fine with one child. Never. Ever. Again.”

“Okay,” he mutters back. “Whatever you want.”

“I want to GET THIS THING OUT OF ME.”

You stay that way for the rest of the night -- you on your left side, him on his right, facing each other, holding hands. He puts on some relaxing music to try to soothe the baby down. It might help. It might not. All you know is the baby kicks and kicks and kicks and you doze off whenever you can.

When you wake up in the morning, still groggy and sore, Leo kisses your forehead and holds out a notebook.

“These are my names,” he says. “The names I like. For our baby. You can take a look? See if you like any of them? It might help it be less stressful for you. If you don’t have to sort through every single name.”

You blink sleepily at him and take the notebook.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice groggy, and he smiles softly and kisses your lips and then cups your stomach with both hands and presses his forehead against it.

You hear him murmuring something to your baby, and then his voice trails off and you reach out a hand to touch his head. He’s asleep, fast asleep. He must have been up all night. You vaguely remember seeing him on his phone and writing, occasionally, when you opened your eyes and looked.

You glance down at the notepad. The top of the paper has your name written on it, surrounded by hearts, and a loud I LOVE YOU scribbled in the margins wherever he found the space.

You reach down and put your hand on your belly. The baby doesn’t kick; it’s probably asleep now, finally.

“You’re gonna have one heck of a dad,” you murmur to it.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years ago

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The More You Love, The More You Know

The More You Love, The More You Know

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam stays home to take care of you when you’re not feeling well.

Warnings: Periods, Pain medicine, Mentions of sex, Mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 1.8k

You woke up in the morning in an empty bed, thankfully. You could feel that you had just started your period. In addition to feeling it in between your legs, your stomach was killing you and you felt the beginnings of a headache brewing. You were glad Sam was downstairs getting his stuff ready to leave for the studio. The guys had one last minute song they wanted to work on these next few days so they could add it to the album. You heard him packing up stuff downstairs as you got out of bed.

You went to the bathroom and took care of yourself. When you got out, you laid back down in bed once again, curling up on your side. A few minutes later, you heard the door crack open and Sam’s feet padding over to the bed.

“Hey, I’m leaving in a few minutes. I’ll see you tonight for dinner, okay?” he said as he kissed the top of your head. “Can you wear that white dress? The one I like?”

You silently nodded, not even bothering to turn over to face him or kiss him back like you normally would. You knew he could tell something was up.

“Y/N?” his sweet, soft voice spoke cautiously, “You okay?”

“Just feeling a little off today, nothing major. I’ll be fine. See you tonight,” you assured him. You turned to give him a small smile.

“Okay,” he began, “If you need anything before I go, just let me know, okay?”

“Mhm,’ you said, rolling back over and pulling the covers up around you. You heard the sound of his footsteps getting closer to the door as he started to walk out the room.

You closed your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep for a little bit and hoping he would leave for the day when the sound of his footsteps stopped and he spoke again.

“What day is it?” he asked. You could tell from his voice that he moved closer to you again.

“Saturday.” you mumbled.

“No, what number day is it?”

“The twenty first.” you replied.

You felt the bed dip down next to you as Sam sat down.

“I know what this is,” he said, sounding very pleased with himself. You turned to face him. He rested his body weight on his elbow and leaned into you. “You got a visitor this morning, didn’t you?”

“Ew, Sam don’t say it like that,” you laughed. You were slightly annoyed at him but at the same time, slightly amused at the way he phrased it.

“I have a mom and a sister. I know things!” he said, defending himself.

You sighed and gave him a serious look. He rubbed your body up and down over the covers and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He could tell you weren’t all that interested in his antics right now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You knew he didn’t exactly know how to approach this situation.

“It’s fine. It’s life, right?” you assured him.

You pulled the covers off you and gave him a kiss on the cheek as you got up and headed for the bathroom to shower. You took your time in the shower, letting the heat soothe your body and relieve some of the pain you were feeling.

After you got out and got dressed in your most comfortable clothes, you went downstairs to get some water and pain medicine. When you walked down the stairs, you saw Sam’s stuff sitting in a pile by the front door. You were surprised to see that he hadn’t left yet. When you entered the kitchen, he was cutting lemons and placing them into a glass of water. You spied a bottle of Ibuprofen on the counter next to him.

“I just got off the phone with Jake,” he said as he continued cutting, not looking up at you. “Him and Josh are recording today so they don’t even need me. He said me and Danny could just do our parts tomorrow. I told him we might skip out on dinner too. So, I could stay home if you want. You know, take care of you?” he said as he handed you the glass of lemon water and a couple Ibuprofen.

“Sam, thank you, but you really don’t have to stay home for me,” you said, taking the water from him and swallowing the pills along with a sip of it.

“You took care of me when I was sick,” he said, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you close.

“I took care of you when you had a cold, Sam. This isn't exactly the same thing. It’s personal.” you explained. You put the glass back down on the counter and rested your hands around his neck, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw and scratching them against the stubble built up on his chin.

Part of you wanted to just be by yourself and get through this alone. You and Sam had only been together for about a year and he’d never really seen you like this. You had never been this personal with him before. But regardless of this being slightly uncomfortable for the both of you, the other part of you loved how helpful he wanted to be.

“Baby, my head was between those legs two days ago. What’s more personal than that?” he joked.

You had to admit- he had a point.

“Okay, fine,” you laughed and rolled your eyes, slightly smiling.

“Yes!” he said, sprinkling your face with kisses.

Since this is what he wanted to do, you were going to make sure to take advantage of this.

You pulled away from him, and grabbed the water and bottle of pills from the counter, heading back upstairs.

“Come on, Sammy. And bring the heating pad,” you said as you left the kitchen and headed back upstairs.

A few minutes later, he met you back in bed with the warm heating pad. He handed it to you and changed into sweat pants and a hoodie. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled you close to him. The heat from the heating pad as well as his body was perfect. The pain medicine you took started to kick in and you felt yourself becoming more relaxed. You rested your head on his stomach and he rubbed your back as you fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later in an empty bed in a post nap haze. You started to come out of it as you peeked at the clock. 12:17 PM. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out. The heating pad was cold now and the pain in your stomach slowly started coming back. The smell of something cooking and the sounds of light music playing downstairs instantly let you know where Sam was.

A few minutes later, he knocked softly on the door and pushed it open with his foot gently. He walked into the room carrying a steaming bowl of soup and a new heating pad.

“Hungry?” he asked as he handed the bowl to you.

You sat up and took the bowl of soup from him. He placed the heating pad on your stomach and sat down next to you in bed. He pulled out his phone.

“So I’ve been reading,” he began, “It says period cramps can be alleviated by having an org-”

“No.” You laughed as you cut him off. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

“I knew you’d say that,” he laughed. “But it’s in the back of my mind for next time.”

As you ate, he told you about what else he read. He impressed you. You didn’t think he’d be this into it or that he’d take the lead with things. You finished the soup and put the empty bowl on the nightstand next to the bed. You laid back down and put your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head a few times and rested his chin on it. He rubbed up and down your spine softly.

“It sucks being a girl, doesn’t it?” he said quietly.

“You have no idea,” you whispered.

“Tell me. Tell me so I know. So I can be the best man I can be for you.”

You looked up at him and your heart melted. He was looking down at you with worry all over his face. Like he was wondering if he had just taken things too far. But he hadn't. This was what you loved the most about him. How understanding he was. How he was always open to learning and growing. How he always wanted to be better.

You gave Sam a little lesson that day and he gave you his full attention. He nodded his head and moved his tongue around in his mouth in concentration as you spoke; so you knew he was paying close attention to what you were telling him.

To think, this morning you actually wanted him to leave. Now, you wanted nothing more than to stay with him for the rest of the day. And even though you wanted this day of physical pain to be over, you wanted it to slow down, just so you could get more of this Sam. This sweet, caring, gentle, Sam. The Sam who canceled work and dinner plans just to take care of you. The Sam who you loved with your entire heart. And all the love he was giving you, made you feel better than any medicine or heating pad could.

You spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, cuddled up with him, eating and watching trashy reality TV; which you had no shame in watching, but which was Sam’s guilty pleasure.

“So what do you wanna get for dinner? We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. We can order something in,” he said with his head nuzzled in your chest.

“You wanna get sushi?” you asked.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to eat sushi when you’re on your period,” he said, looking up at you. He looked confused and you returned a confused look to him until you realized what was going on in his head.

“Sam,” you laughed, “That’s if you’re pregnant.”

He buried his head in your chest and pulled the covers up over his head.

“Pretend I never said that,” he said as his whole body shook from laughing.

Turns out, he had a little more learning to do.

Author’s Note: I know this topic can make people a bit uncomfortable so I apologize if you aren't too fond of this fic for that reason. I just thought Sam would be cute and helpful in this situation.

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Quinnie: Touch Tank

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oshicakes · 4 years ago

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fetching them when they're drunk

pairings. ushijima wakatoshi x reader, haiba lev x reader, kageyama tobio x reader

warnings. alcohol, drunk (always drink moderately guys)

genre. fluff, aged up

an. i hope you're all doing good and enjoying this day! love lots. 💖

Ushijima Wakatoshi

you got a call from him asking you to come and fetch him at the bar they've been drinking with his former highschool teammates in volleyball.

he was the only one who's not talking. and when he spotted you, he instantly stood up and called you.

both of you bid goodbye to them. the trip was silent and it's just a short drive since it's pretty late and not that much car are on the street.

when both of you got inside the house, he instantly wrapped his arms around your shoulder. "hm. you smell so nice."

"toshi, you're heavy."

"no im not. i feel like im floating actually. it's like im light as a feather now." yup, he's drunk.

you led him to his bedroom and make him lay down on the bed and let you change his clothes.

he grabbed your wrist when he saw that you're done. "cuddle with me, please."

did i say that he's clingy when he's drunk? cuz he is. he just seemed calm and quiet at first but when the two of you are alone he's starting to get clingy.

"ill just grab a water and ibuprofen for you."

"no, you'll leave me and go home. sleep with me, please." he wobbly get up from laying on his bed and sit up while he wrapped his arms around you.

you sighed and caress his hair. "okay, but let me change into a comfy clothes." he then nodded like a child.

as soon as you lay beside him, he automatically envelop you with a hug almost hovering you.

"toshi, you're squeezing me." you said then lightly pats his back.

he just hummed and it went silent. not long after he changed the position, now you're on top of him. it made you squeal but he doesn't seemed bothered by it, not one bit.

"why don't you just live with me? it sucks seeing you walk the other path whenever our day ends. i always miss the warmth that you gave me. but if you don't want to, it's alright. i respect your decision."

you didnt expect that he's actually thinking about living together. all this time you never thought of him opening up this topic.

drunk people do say honest stuffs and blurts out what their heart says.

"okay, let's start moving my things on my day off. but for now, let's sleep."

Haiba Lev

you got a call from yaku telling you how drunk your boyfriend is and that if you want you can fetch him which you agreed.

he's a mess. he's loud and couldn't walk straight anymore.

thankfully kuroo and yaku helped you getting him inside the backseat. you thanked them and bid goodbye.

along the car ride, his eyes are closed, head's resting on the car seat and both arms and legs are open.

"hm.. are you taking me home?" he suddenly said.

"yes."

"really? did y/n sent you to fetch me?"

"i'm y/n, lev."

"oh no! i'm dead! don't tell this to y/n, okay? i made a promise to not get drunk." he even put his index finger on his lips and made a shh sound.

he opened his eyes, still not moving, and stare at you at the rear view mirror. "do you know, y/n?"

"lev, im y/n."

"you look like y/n. but im sure that you're not y/n." you just sighed. it went silent for a minute when he spoke again but this time he's serious and smiling.

"did you know that i love y/n so much? my s/o's the best person in the whole wide world and nothing compares to y/n. y/n was there from the beginning, y/n stayed and never leave my side even though it's getting hard day by day being with me. y/n understands me, forgives me with my shortcomings and loves me despite everything. i hope someday when i asked the magic question, y/n would say yes."

you had to stop and pull over because you started to cry.

"eh??? y/n???!!" he was so surprise to see and more importantly seeing you cry. he abruptly transferred to the shotgun seat.

"why are you crying? is this because i broke our promise to not get drunk? im sorry. i always made you cry." you shook your head and dried your tears away then finally smiling at him.

"lev?" he tilts his head and hummed. "it's a yes." he tried asking you what was that for but you didn't give him any answers leaving him thinking about it for a couple of days.

Kageyama Tobio

"y/n, thank you for coming." daichi greeted you along with the remaining sober karasuno vbc alumni.

kageyama's almost half asleep now while holding onto his drink. "tobio, let's go home." you said as you help him get up from his chair.

kiyoko offered to drive the both of you which you accepted since you didn't know that kageyama didn't brought his car.

you carefully guide him inside the passenger's seat then sat next to him. while kiyoko also took care of his tipsy husband tanaka.

"noooo! don't touch me!" he shoved your hands away from him as you tried to make him sit properly.

"tobio, why did you do that?" again, you tried to touch him but this time he hit you hard on your hands.

it stings! one thing's for sure it will leave a bruise on you tomorrow.

"nooo! stop touching me, you stupid!"

"tobio, it's me y/n."

"stop pretending to be y/n! y/n can't be here. im with my former karasuno teammates we had a drink and y/n's not there."

"well now im here because daichi called me because you are drunk."

"no, im not drunk just tipsy. wait, you're swerving our topic! don't touch me okay? i have an s/o already." he said as he tried to move closer to the car door.

you were about to say something when he cut you off.

"i have an s/o, okay? l/n y/n is the name and y/n's the only person i love. so don't touch me again. im a loyal man to my lover."

after that he never talked again and went sleeping. you thanked both kiyoko and tanaka for offering a ride home.

you were panting when you lay your boyfriend down on his bed. you were confused when he crossed his arms on his chest and started murmuring.

you got close to him and geard him say, "no, please. go away. im married! im a married man! i may not have a ring but i tell im married. don't touch me, i'll tell this to y/n and that will make y/n mad at you. i swear you won't like it when y/n's angry."

"oh god, tobio. what will i do to you." after saying those you decided to just sleep on the couch for his peace of mind.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #haiba lev x reader #lev x reader #lev headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons

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chrisevansjellybeans · 3 years ago

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Skydiving | Andy Barber

Andy x reader

Summary: Andy tries to prove a point of going skydiving with his younger significant other, but it might not as well as he planned.

Warnings: fluff, age gap (reader in their 20s) , angst over age difference

Word count 1.1k

A/N: I have been MIA for a while on here and I am sorry! I’ve been having some family troubles that are currently taking up most of my time and when I do have a spare moment I just haven’t been able to find it in me to write. But I’ve finally had some inspiration and have jotted ideas down for more stories that I can’t wait to share with everyone in the near future. ❤️

“Let’s go skydiving.”

You looked up from the book you were reading and turned your head slightly. Andy walked into your living room, his eyebrows creased in concentration as he tied his tie. He looked so serious in comparison to the carefree words that just fell from his mouth.

“Yeah, no.” You shook your head, returning to your book. You got about three more sentences in when the book was snatched from your hands and your boyfriend's face was in view. Not being able to help the smile that spread across your face at the sight of the bearded man in front you; you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pink lips. It was a short but passionate kiss, your tongue just teasing the seam of his lips.

“Please.” Andy pouted once you pulled away. “I heard it’s what all the young kids are doing.”

You know he meant it as a joke but your brows furrowed. Lately, Andy had been feeling a bit self conscious about the age gap between the two of you. You were in your mid twenties and Andy had just breached the 40 mark. Forty wasn’t old, but Andy always liked to point out that it definitely wasn’t young. But you didn’t care how old he was. Andy was your person. You were sure of it.

The two of you had met when you interned at the DA’s office. Andy, just freshly divorced, wasn’t looking for anything serious and you weren’t looking in general. But late hours and long days turned into a friendship that slowly but surely turned into love.

“Bub.” You ran your hand down his face, your thumb sliding across his jutted bottom lip.

“It would be fun.”

“It sounds terrifying.” You countered.

“Oh come on,” Andy leaned forward to press a kiss to the side of your neck. You giggled, his beard always tickling you. “What’s life if not lived with a little bit of fear?”

“Uh safe?” You joked. You let out a squeal as Andy pinched your sides before pulling back once again. His blue eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but be drawn in.

“I’ll pay for it.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well that was a given. If I die, I want it to be on your dime.” You smiled as you twisted your fingers around the end of his tie, watching him closely. “Is this something you really want to do?”

“Yes.”

“And not because you’re trying to prove a point?” You raised your eyebrows causing Andy to shake his head. For a moment there was a flash of hesitation behind his blue eyes; the fear of being too old for you always a nagging feeling in his mind. But as soon as you saw it, it was gone, replaced by that all too familiar excited gleam.

“If the point is that I’ll look better than you in those jumpsuits they make you wear then yes.” He smirked. You let out a scoff and rolled your eyes, but used his tie to pull him back towards you.

“You wish.” You grinned against his lips before planting one on him.

“So is that a yes?”

You groaned and let your head fall back before giving a simple nod. You couldn’t help but laugh as Andy let out an excited cheer. You brought your head back up and watched as he stood up, straightening his tie once again, a huge smile covering his face.

“Okay, so get ready because I booked our time for later this afternoon when I’m done with this meeting.” Andy gave you one last kiss, his body shaking with laughter at your shocked face.

“Andrew Barber, you are such a brat. What would you have done if I said no?” You gasped at him as he grabbed his jacket and briefcase.

“I knew you wouldn’t. You love me way too much.” He teased with a wink.

“Yeah, well, that’s highly debatable now.” You joked. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Andy’s laughter followed him out of the house and you just shook your head and smiled. He was right; you loved him so much that the terrifying idea of jumping out of a plane didn’t seem too bad if you knew he was by your side.

“Oh, Bubba.” You cooed, trying hard to hide your laughter. But the glare from Andy had you letting out a giggle.

He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a groan, his hands resting on his back. You carefully placed the heating pad behind him and then handed him the four ibuprofen.

“Thanks.” He grunted out. “God, this is embarrassing.”

“Why?” You sat down next to him, mindful of his aching back. You ran your hand down his shoulder, his arm and then linked your fingers with his.

“Because I’m sitting here moaning and groaning like an old man.” He bit out the last word as another spasm of pain hit him.

“Andy, the instructor said you guys landed funny. It’s not your age that’s giving you pain, it could have happened to anyone.” You soothed, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles.

“But it happened to me. And this stuff is going to keep happening to me because I’m old.”

“Andy…” Carefully, you lifted one leg over his so you were straddling his lap. You brought your hands to his cheeks and made sure he kept eye contact with you before you continued. “You are not old. Yes, you are older than me but that doesn’t mean anything. Nothing. Nada. You have more energy than most of the other people I have dated. You're easier to talk to because you actually know how to have a conversation that doesn’t just revolve around sports and social media. Your life experience is so god damn sexy to me. Okay? You make me feel special and loved and cared for. And that’s all that matters. The only one in this relationship that resents your age is you, baby. I promise.”

Andy let out a wavering breath, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He huffed as one escaped and traveled down his cheek. Leaning forward you kissed away the salty drop, then moving to give his other cheek a kiss.

“I love you.” He rasped, his forehead falling forward to meet yours. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it is I’m glad I did it.”

You smiled, your own eyes watering at how much you loved the man in front of you. “I love you too. Now let’s get you to bed.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader imagine #Andy Barber imagine #Andy Barber x reader #Andy Barber fluff #Chris evans fluff

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yeetwinchester2 · 4 years ago

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The Son He Never Got...

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x Rogers!reader (platonic), Peter is there but no real relationship between the reader and him.

Warnings: abandonment-ish??, ✨daddy issues✨, angst, more angst, thoughts of not being good enough, blah blah blah, I think you get it. steve's not really the good guy here. Bucky fluff

Requested: yes/no "Prompts 1, 2, 13 and 14 with Steve Rogers x daughter!reader" #1: "Why would you do that?” #2: “I can’t believe it...” #13: “I hate you.” #14: “Go to Hell.” I don't think I included all of the quotes that were requested... but they'll be there in the next part or two.

Summary: When a boy named Peter Parker shows up as a new recruit, Steve starts spending more time with him. The reader notices, but Steve doesn’t. Bucky is helpful :)

A/N: Thank you for the request!! This is (maybe) the second request that I’ve actually completed :) I hope it's alright!!

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Turning off your alarm, you get out of bed and get dressed for school. Today you were supposed to have a father-daughter date with your dad after school. You decided to wear a plain black flowy shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and your white Doc Martens.

Throwing you backpack over your shoulder, you head down to the kitchen to get some breakfast and tell everyone good morning before you leave for school. "Mornin' everybody! Hey, dad. Did you pick out where we're going today?" you say with a toothy smile.

"Hey, sweetheart. What're we going out for, again?" he sounded confused, but you just ignored it.

"For our father-daughter date, dummy." you said, jokingly punching his arm. Not that it'd hurt him. He's a super soldier for crying out loud.

"Oh, yeah. About that... We're gonna have to reschedule our dinner tonight, hun. We can do it another night. The team and I are going to meet the new recruit tonight. You should meet him too!" he was rubbing the back of his neck, hoping that you wouldn't be too upset.

"But we've always had our dates on the first Friday of every month. We can't just skip this month!" He's not seriously going to reschedule dinner because of a new recruit... he wouldn't do that to you, right?

"I know, I know. Can we please just have dinner another night? This new recruit could be some serious help for the team."

"Yeah, okay. Whatever. I've got to get to school. I'll see ya when I get back." He's seriously gonna choose the recruit over me, his own daughter? No, maybe it's just more important than I realize.

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"Y/n, its probably nothing. Maybe he just needs to talk to some new people. Being stuck in ice for 70 years and all, he doesn't have many friends," your friend, Milo, tries to reason.

"The recruit is my age. He's a highs schooler. My dad isn't gonna make friends with some high schooler. I don't know. I guess we'll just wait and see." It's nothing, he needs to get to know the recruit anyways...

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After a long and tiring day at school, you get home to see you dad and the new recruit going over what you're guessing is paper work.

"Hey, dad. Hey, new recruit. It's nice to meet you, I'm y/n." you say, holding a hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Parker Peter. I-i-i mean, Peter Parker." he says with a wide smile. You can see his cheeks become a little more red.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Peter. How long do you think you'll be staying tonight? I can't have you stealing my dad from me already!" you say, jokingly. The three of you let out a short laugh.

"I'm not sure. I guess I'll leave once I've gotten the tour and we've gone through all of the paper work." Peter says. Why does he need a tour? He's only here to train, right?

"Sounds good! I'll be in my room if y'all need anything." you say, adding a fake smile. Turning around, you head to your room. The rest of the night, you do nothing but homework, completely forgetting about Peter.

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The next few days consisted of the same exact thing. You'd eat breakfast, go to school, come home and greet your dad and Peter, and go do homework. Had your dad asked you how your day was during the few days? Not once. Had he asked Peter how his day was? Yep. Did your dad ask if you needed help with homework? Nope. Did he ask Peter? Of course he did. Every day. I can't believe it... Is my dad replacing me with Peter? No, he's just helping him out, right? Right.

The next day was Wednesday, which meant you got to workout with your dad and Peter. 'Oh boy. I get to train with two abnormally strong superheros. Yay.' you thought sarcasticly. You went about your day as you usually do. On the way home from school, you texted your dad to let him know you might be a little late because of traffic. You When you got home, you changed into workout leggings and a sports bra, and headed to the gym where you usually meet your dad for workouts. You then realized that your dad hadn't texted you back. When you walk into the gym, you figured out why. Him and Peter were already halfway through the workout that y'all were supposed to be doing together.

At this point, you're starting to realize that your dad is actually replacing you with Peter. Peter's like the son he never got. He's been pushing you and the plans you've made to the side. He's been making Peter his priority.

Walking up to the two sweaty guys, tapping them on the shoulders to get their attention. "Peter, I hate you. No offense though. It's not your fault. Dad, can I talk to you? In private, please?" You do hate Peter, but not because he did anything wrong. He didn't. He's a real good kid. But he's you dad's favorite now. He replaced you, but he didn't know it. So, by default, you hate Peter.

"Hey! Don't talk to Peter like that! He didn't do anything wrong. You can't just walk in here and tell him you hate him. That's not how it works," he practically yells. Your dad never yells at you. The harsh reaction cause tears to swell up in your eyes.

"Dad. I need to talk to you. In private. Away from Peter."

"It can wait. Let us finish what we were doing. Then, we can talk. Got it?" he said sternly.

"Yes sir." you say, holding back tears that you knew would fall as soon as you turn around. And you were right. As soon as you turned around to go to your room, the tears fell, and they wouldn't stop. It only got worse when you got to your room. Forgetting to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof your room, you continue sobbing, yelling every now and again. Bucky, in the room next to yours, heard your crying.

Bucky was always there for you. He had been since the day he met you. His face when he found out Steve, THE Steven Grant Rogers, had a daughter. You and him have been close ever since. He's more like a best friend than an uncle if you're being honest. You go to him for everything. Well, almost anything. You hadn't told him about what was going on with you and your dad. You knew he'd be pissed about how your dad was treating you and go argue with him about it. You didn't want to make a big deal of it or anything at first, in case it was nothing.

Bucky, hearing you crying, run out of his room and to your door, softly knocking on it. "Y/n? Hun? Can you please let me in? It's Bucky."

You slowly stand up and walk towards the door, opening it. Looking up at him, with red eyes and mascara running down your checks, you move back to the bed. Bucky closes the door and sits next to you. "You wanna talk about it?" That's always the first question either if you ask when one of you is in this kinda situation.

"I don't know. I don't know, Buck." You lean into his shoulder, crying again.

"That's okay. Take your time, y/n/n. I'll be right back." he says, standing up from the bed. You see him walk into your bathroom, knowing exactly what he's doing. The two of you have a good routine for these kinda nights. It's usually always the same, but it works. When you're crying like you are now, you get horrible headaches. So, Bucky will always get you some ibuprofen and water to help. When he gets back from the bathroom, he hands you a two small pills and a glass a water. Without a second thought, you swallow the pills and some of the water. You thank him and set the glass on your nightstand. Pulling the covers up over your shoulders, you lay back down.

"Thank you.."

"Mhm. Are you gonna sleep first? Or talk? You know we're gonna talk about it at some point."

"I know, I know. Can I sleep right now? We can talk about it another time. I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, of course. But you're not getting out of it, and I'm not giving you the whole 'Its not healthy to keep it all in' lecture. You've heard it enough, so have I."

"Thanks. Mucho appreciated, old man."

"No problem, kiddo. Get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow. 'Night, sweetheart."

"Night, Buck."

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A/N: Cool. This is part one of this. Yes, I will (eventually) finish part two of Excuses. I have no idea when, but eventually. Same goes for part two of this one. But I really like this first part, so I think it'll continue. Thoughts? I hope y'all like it :))

#steve x daughter!reader #steve x daughter #steve x reader #steve rogers #marvel x reader #marvel #peter parker #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #fanfiction

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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5 Times Aaron Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Title: 5 Times Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Category: Angst w/ the littlest bit of fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), several instances of injuries, assault, car accident, being sick (nothing serious, just a bad cold), gun violence (but no one actually getting shot), talks of near death experiences, canon consistent injuries (hotch's injuries from foyet), season 9 ep 5 spoilers/mentions, vague mentions of something bad happening to kids

Word Count: 5,601

Summary: the five times aaron hotchner takes care of you when you’re injured, plus the one time you take care of him when he’s injured.

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! I was paired with the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff! I took a few of his favorite tropes and prompts he likes and came up with this! The first two instances there’s no relationship, but by the end it’s sort of an implied relationship. Also, I binged dharma and greg while writing this… So Hotch definitely has more of a domestic vibe in a few of the instances. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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One

It was a regular day. You stayed behind to help Aaron and Jennifer work over some cases. The extra pair of eyes would be nice, and maybe they’d be able to get home sooner rather than later. You knew it’d be a late-night no matter what. So you decided to work through your files quickly.

Although, you wished you’d slow it down a bit. You wished you slowed down after you moved a paper just the right way across your finger. A hiss came from your lips as you dropped the paper and file to the table.

“You alright?” Jennifer looked over at you as you stood up. Looking down at your fingers, liquid red came seeping from your finger. Your nose wrinkled as you looked at the injury. It took you a minute to realize what happened as you started at the minor injury across your finger.

“Papercut,” you winced as you looked between Jennifer and the cut on your finger. You brought your finger to your lips, sucking on the wound like a child would have done.

“I have bandaids in my office,” Aaron spoke, looking up from his file and right at you. You looked over at him, your finger still in your mouth. You felt a little weird staring at your boss and superior with your finger in your mouth. “Here, I’ll go get you one,” he looked up at you as he stood. You stared at him, watching him leave the conference room.

“I should go with him, right?” You asked, looking back at JJ. She looked up from her file and right at you.

“He offered you bandaids quicker than I could,” JJ laughed as she lowered her file to the table. You raised an eyebrow at her. “I’d go with him,” a smile grew on JJ’s lips as she looked back at her file.

“Right, I should,” you mumbled as you rushed to your feet. JJ grinned, watching as you rushed out of the room. You were quick as you rushed down the platform, going right to Aaron’s office.

“Unfortunately, I only have Batman bandaids. Is that alright?” Aaron looked up at you, holding a bandaid with Batman and Robin on it. You looked at him, feeling a small smile grow on your lips before nodding.

“Batman will work just fine,” you laughed as you met Aaron in the middle of his office.

“I don’t have anything to clean it with either. So you’ll just have to go to the bathroom. Next time I’ll be better prepared.” Aaron laughed as you took the band-aid from him and looked down at it. “Jack’s the one who picked the theme of the band-aids… Insisted that superheroes help heal all owies.” Aaron laughed again as he watched you examine the theme.

“Oh, no, really. Batman is perfectly fine," You spoke as you peeled the band-aid open and put it over your cut. “And, who said there would be a next time…?”

Two

You sat at the table, sweat pouring off you, while you somehow shivered like a leaf in the wind. You were simultaneously hot and cold, and you couldn’t stop your nose from running like a character in a Tom Hanks movie. You didn’t even realize Aaron was talking to you, everything he said to you went in one ear and out the other.

“Are you even listening to me?” Aaron stopped talking about the case and looked right at you. You looked up from the table and at him.

“Yeah, yeah you said something about…” Your words trailed off, just like any other thought you had at that moment.

“That’s not even close to what I said,” Aaron spoke as he stared at you. He placed the file he was holding on the table and stepped up to you. “Are you feeling fine?”

“I feel great, Aaron. Really. Let’s just get back to work so we can go home,” you rambled as you tried to hold down a cough. Aaron looked down at you as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. To anyone on the outside, our relationship was strictly professional. But behind closed doors, you both had a pretty simple and normal relationship. It would have seemed weird only to the people in a work environment. But you were used to it and love that side of him.

“Nope, you’re going to the hotel. You’re burning up.” Aaron folded his arms over his chest as he stared at you.

“But I feel fine.” “You’re burning up.”

“But-”

“You’re going back to the hotel,” he spoke sternly, "Don’t even think about calling Garcia to spy on the case. Go back to the hotel, and get some rest.” Aaron looked down at you. You stared up at him, trying to hold back the sneeze or hold down the cough that was making you suffocate.

“I feel… I feel…” Unfortunately, you were cut off by a sneeze, then a cough, and then another sneeze, “Fine!” You tried not to shout, but at that point, you had never felt so… defeated. So you finally let your shoulders fall as you looked up at Aaron. “I’ll go back to the hotel,” you grumbled before grabbing your things.

“Call me if you need anything, please.” Aaron stared at you as you struggled to put your jacket on. He was quiet as he walked over to help you, grabbing a sleeve to your jacket and slipping it on you. You looked up at him with dewy eyes.

“Be safe out there, please,” you quietly pleaded. Aaron pressed his lips to your forehead, which he would regret because of how sweaty you were. You were happy it was just you and Aaron in the precinct, as all the other members of the team were at separate locations.

“Let me know when you get to the hotel.” Aaron walked beside you out to the parking lot. You looked up at him and nodded. “Get all the rest in the world, and drink plenty of fluids.” He looked down at you as he pulled the door open for you.

“Okay, Doctor Reid,” you scoffed and glared at him as you slipped into the car. Aaron returned the glare before pushing the door to the car shut.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, and thankfully pretty quick. You weren’t sure if you were happy to sit this case out. Sure it was nice to have a break from the stress. But you did enjoy being with the team and actually working.

When you finally got to the hotel, you were quick to change from your business-work attire and into your pajamas. You clicked the TV on and laid in bed. You weren’t sure when you drifted off, but you awoke to the door of your room clicking shut, and in a puddle of your own sweat.

“It’s just me,” Aaron spoke into the darkroom. You reached over and blindly turned the lamp on. Aaron was standing at the foot of the bed holding two paper bags in hand. “Sorry to wake you,” he whispered as he cringed. You assumed you looked like a mess as you sat up. You felt like one at least.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t restful anyway,” you sighed as you rubbed your face. It was an obvious lie too. You hadn’t slept that hard since before you started at the BAU. Aaron knew for a fact that you were sleeping pretty hard. The line of drool coming from your mouth, the exhausted look in your eyes, and the indentations in your skin from where the blankets were indicated just how hard you were sleeping.

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asked as he placed the bags on the table. You watched as he pulled out a bottle of orange juice, a box of popsicles, and a bowl of soup.

“Like I ran headfirst into a brick wall then hit by a semi-truck.” You spoke truthfully. Aaron raised an eyebrow as he walked over to you with the soup in one hand and the orange juice in another. “It��s probably a good thing I didn’t stay at the station with you.”

“Well there was a reason why I sent you back here,” Aaron laughed as he placed the two items on the nightstand beside you. “I also got you NyQuil and Ibuprofen. And, I can get you ice from the machine down the hall,” he continued as he sat beside you on the bed.

“You’re the best,” you whispered as you picked up the soup. “How’s the case going?”

“It’s going. There’s been another victim,” Aaron honestly answered. You frowned as you looked away from the soup and up at him.

“I wish there was something I could do to help.” And it was true. But there was a little bit of a lie in your words. You’d much rather stay in the hotel room wrapped up in blankets watching movies on your phone.

“You’re helping by staying here and getting rest. We don’t want Reid overreacting to you being with the rest of us,” Aaron laughed as he looked at you. You laughed and nodded.

“You’re right, you’re right,” you sighed and sat back in the bed, “You should get rest too. You’ll have an early morning….”

“Now… I’m the one who’s taking care of you,” Aaron scolded. You stared at him before blinking slowly. “I’m at least going to shower first. You better be asleep by the time I get out.”

“Can do, Sir… But only if you give me that bottle of NyQuil first.”

Three

“Get down!” You shouted as you looked at the victim. The little girl looked over at you with terror in her eyes. You looked at the little girl, then up at the unsub. “Let the girl go, and maybe we can talk about a deal,” You spoke softly as you lowered your gun. Your partner in crime and in life, Aaron, appeared by your side, his weapon still in hand.

“Get out of here,” the unsub muttered as he shoved the little girl towards you and Aaron. The little girl went right to Aaron’s arms, causing you to look over at him.

“Take her, I got this,” You whispered as you nodded to the girl. Aaron wanted to argue, but he knew it was useless. Aaron glanced at you one last time before lifting the girl up and leaving.

“Look, I’m putting my weapon away,” You looked back at the unsub as you holstered your gun. The unsub looked at you for a moment before tricking you. The way the unsub moved made you think he was going one way, when in reality he went the other.

Before you knew it, the unsub threw a fist at your face before shoving you up against the wall. If you weren’t sitting on the ground, you would have chased after him. But you were too busy recollecting yourself to bother. It was a shock and everything happened so quickly. So it was a relief when you heard Aaron’s booming voice renter the room.

“Stay down!” Aaron yelled as he looked down at the unsub. You sat against the wall, your hand over your eye where the unsub punched you. Aaron was quick as he put cuffs on the already down unsub. The way Aaron glanced over at you worried you a little bit. You could tell there was a tiny bit of worry in his eye. You two would have to wait till other members of the team showed up before anything would happen.

“I’m fine, Aaron,” you mumbled as you stumbled to your feet. Aaron glanced down at the unsub before going to you to help you to your feet. “I said I was fine,” you whisper once you were standing behind him.

“You go outside, and get yourself some help. I’ll be right behind you with him,” Aaron’s grip on your arm was tight as you stood. You glanced at Aaron with a raised brow.

“I’m fine, Aaron,”

“Just listen to me,” Aaron insisted as he guided you towards the door. You looked at Aaron and the unsub one last time before going outside.

The rest of the team was by your side, bringing you to an ambulance.

“Where’s Hotch,” Emily asked as one of the EMTs helped you. You graciously took the ice pack from the EMT and held it to your face.

“He said he’d be right behind me. Is the little girl okay?” You asked as you worried more about the little girl, rather than yourself. Emily gestured over to where the little girl was reunited with her family. A wave of relief washed over you once you saw the family back together.

Aaron was quick to your side when he was outside. You didn’t want to question why he took so long inside with the unsub. You were just happy he was back beside you.

“Bastard packed quite the punch,” you nervously chuckled as you looked to the ground. Aaron leaned against the ambulance rig before looking over at you.

“Next time I’m staying with the unsub,” Aaron muttered as he rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him as you dropped your hand and ice pack from your face.

“You know, Aaron,” you started but let your words trail off with a chuckle.

“Are you going to finish that thought?” Aaron asked as he raised an eyebrow at you. You laughed again and shook your head.

“It’s no big deal that I got punched by an unsub. It wasn’t the first, and it most certainly won’t be the last time it’s happened,” You spoke softly as you tried to reassure your partner. Aaron breathed out a laugh and nodded.

Four

The unsub was cornered. Stuck between you, Aaron, and a brick wall with no way over it. You and the team had profiled everything about this guy perfectly. Or so you and Aaron had thought. You hoped there was an easy way for this to end. But you ended up being wrong when he raised his weapon in your direction. Aaron was doing everything he could to talk the unsub of the edge, to get him to lower his weapon. But it all ended up being for nothing.

For a brief moment, you weren’t entirely sure what had happened. All you knew was there was a loud bang, followed by a second bang, followed by you fell back to the ground. The wind was knocked right from your lungs, and breathing seemed to be a chore instead of a freewill thing. A sudden pain was in your chest, and sitting up was the furthest thing from your mind.

“Are you alright?” Aaron looked down at you with wide eyes.

“Am I dead?” You asked once you were able to take a deep breath. It was still a struggle for you. Aaron offered you a hand to help you sit up. You looked up at him before looking down at the bulletproof, kevlar vest. A bullet was lodged in the vest, saving your life.

“No, you aren’t.” Aaron helped you take the vest off. You sat back against the wall, the pain in your chest only growing.

“Are you sure?” You asked again, looking at Aaron with a small, but nervous, smile. Aaron returned the look with a raised brow, silently telling you now was no time for joking.

“You’ll have a bruise on your chest, but you should be fine. I would still get it checked out, just in case.” He added before helping you to your feet.

“Is he dead?” You looked down at the ground, your eyes instantly going to the cold body of your unsub. Aaron looked over at you with a crease in his brow and a solemn look in his eye.

“I couldn’t take any chances that he’d try to kill you. He’d already shot at you once.” Aaron explained once you had realized he’d killed the unsub. You understood why he did it, though. And frankly, you’d do the same if your places were swapped, you thought.

“Are the rest of the team and the police on their way?” You asked, already assuming the answer.

“Called them when you were down. Should be here at any minute.”

Five

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked as he looked over at you. The expression that he wore on his face was… exhausted and sad. You were sure you had the same expression, more on the sadder side. This last case was… a rough one to say the least. You tried not to think about the details of it, but all you could think about was Jack, and your nieces and nephews, and their safety. But it was hard when that was the only thing that occupied your mind on the ride home.

“No,” You muttered as you looked over at him. It was hard for you to hide the tears in your eyes. “I just wish there was more we could do,” You sighed deeply before bringing a hand to your face.

“We did everything we could do. You know that,” Aaron whispered as he looked over at you. You glanced at him, noting that he was still looking at you. “It’s always hard to know how things like this play out.” He added as he reached out to hold your hand. The grip he had on your hand was firm, tight enough to let you know he was there.

“No, no I know… It just… Sucks… I couldn’t even imagine being in the position as those parents.” You shivered with your words. Aaron glanced at you. You wiped your cheeks and shook your head. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still even in this occupation. You ever wonder that?” You asked as you looked up at him. Aaron’s jaw steeled as he kept his eyes on the road. “Because, like… To me… I don’t know… With all the shit we see… Sometimes I’d rather just stay home with Jack,” You concluded with another sigh. That time Aaron looked over at you with a certain sadness in his eyes.

“I understand.” Aaron nodded. You weren’t sure about his tone. Though there was some honesty, at the same time you picked some uncertainty. You knew how long he’d been in the BAU, and you knew it’d be an even longer time before he left. He’s seen some shit. And, well, been through a lot of it as well. He’d fallen victim to a number of unsubs and lost more than one thing.

“You’re bad at this.” You stared at him as you pressed your head into the headrest. Aaron had a sad smile grow across his lips before glancing at you.

“I’m just a sounding board.”

“But… But you’re also my boss… And my partner… You should be more than a sounding board, Aaron.” You pointed out as you sat up a bit. “I might take some time off. This case really… It’s really affecting me in a bad way.”

“I’m sure Jack would love that. And Jessica,” Aaron laughed sadly as he glanced at you. “I’m always here for you. You know that. And if you feel like you have to take some time off, then I’ll be by your side then too.” He glanced over at you. You swallowed roughly before nodding.

“I’ll have to tell my boss when we get back to the office,” you laughed lightly. Aaron returned the laughter and shook his head.

“Don’t worry. He already knows.”

Plus One

When Aaron had gotten home from the hospital, you made it a point to take as much time as needed off so you could help him. Part of you thought everyone just assumed you were the one to go to Aaron’s apartment to help him. Of course, it was a fair assumption.

It was a rough scene when you arrived at Aaron’s apartment. It was a mess, but you partly expected that. It was more of a cluttered mess, with Jack’s toys and Aaron’s files strewn around the place. Maybe you’d help the pair out by cleaning up a little bit for them, too.

Jack was with his Aunt Jessica for the time being. He didn’t need to be exposed to the injuries and pain his father was going through. It wasn’t fair to the young boy. Jack had already gone through so much… What, with losing his mother, and nearly losing his father?

You quietly brought your go bag and backpack up the stairs and towards Aaron’s room. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spent the night at his house, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Although this time was different.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as you entered his bedroom. You looked down at him with confusion and mild anger on your face.

“You… You had no one to take care of you,” You whispered as you looked at him. Aaron’s features softened slightly, but you could still see his own confusion and annoyance on his face. “What? With Jessica taking care of Jack, and the team off doing… team-y things… I figured I’d help,” you shrugged as you dropped your bags to the foot of Aaron’s bed.

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me. I can do it myself,” Aaron stubbornly refused your offer. Although it wasn’t an offer. You were determined to help him whether he wanted it or not.

“Don’t be silly, Aaron,” You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at Aaron, “I’ll take care of you." You looked down at Aaron as he readjusted his position. You grimaced as Aaron winced from pain. You were quick to his side, trying to help. But it was clear Aaron didn’t want it. You’d be lying if you said his refusal hurt your heart.

“It’s rotten work,” Aaron said once he was finally in a comfortable position. You looked down at him, feeling your face fall slightly from a sudden sadness.

“Not to me… Not if it’s you,” You whispered softly before taking Aaron’s hand into yours. Aaron looked up at you, a certain pain in his eyes. You didn’t question it as you looked at him. “Please, Aaron… Let me help you… The team doesn’t need me right now. But you do,” You kept your voice low as you worried it’d crack.

Aaron looked back up at you, watching as tears fell from your eyes.

“I won’t be easy on you,” Aaron looked at you as he spoke. You smiled softly before nodding.

“That’s okay. I’ll help you. That’s why I’m here,” You nodded before you brought his hand to your lips. Your lips rested right on the back of Aaron’s hand as you stared at him. “Think of it as payback for all those times you’ve helped me. It’s only fair.”

{***}{***}{***}

Of course, you went into this thinking it’d be easy. You thought that Aaron would help you help him. The first day was easy. But the following days were rougher. You weren’t expecting Aaron to argue with you. It was a fight to try and convince him he needed help.

Like today, Aaron had to go to the bathroom. And when you went to help him, he fought. You loved him, that was why you were helping him. But he was beginning to test your limits.

“Please stop fighting me on this, Aaron. I know you know what’s best for you, and you know yourself better than I know you… But you have to take your medicine and get rest,” your voice wavered as you looked down at the man. Aaron looked up at you, a scowl on his face and a stone-cold glare in his eyes.

“I don’t need or want your help,” Aaron hissed as he pulled his arm from you. You stared at him, watching him wince as he adjusted the blanket over his legs.

“If that was the case then you would’ve pissed the bed,” you scoffed as you stared at him as you folded your arms across your chest. Aaron looked up at you, the hardness on his face softening a little bit. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. But you made it very clear that you don’t.” You returned the glare before leaving his bedroom.

You quietly left the room, resigning to the living room where you had bedding set up on the couch. All of the belongings you had brought over were strewn across the coffee table. Various case files sat open, highlighters and pens sitting on them. They were files you were helping Aaron with so he wouldn’t fall behind workwise.

With a deep sigh, you sat on the couch, pulling a blanket around your body before you picked up a file. You worked in silence, but you were on high alert waiting for a call of help. But Aaron was stubborn, you knew there’d be no call.

You wished you could just help Aaron without the fight. It was exhausting for both you and Aaron. The days the team had off, a few of them would visit and help out with what they could. But Aaron still refused anyone’s help. You could tell that it was even frustrating for the team. And they could tell it was frustrating for you when you faked a smile as you exited Aaron’s room. You had nothing better to do than refuse their help when they offered.

You couldn’t help but let out deep, frustrated sighs as you continued to read over files. Some things didn’t make much sense, so when you needed help in that area, you would give a call to Emily or Penelope for the help. Thankfully they were able to quickly lend a hand.

Time was quick as it ticked by. You weren’t even sure what time you had started, but you knew it was late. Sleep would never find its way to you though. No you were too busy staying away, waiting for Aaron’s calls of help.

“You’re still working?” Aaron asked from behind you. That was when you finally looked up at the clock and saw that it was 3:30 in the morning. It was probably a good thing that Aaron came out at the time he did. You needed a long break, and some sleep.

You looked away from the file and over at Aaron. He stood a few feet away from the couch, his robe hanging off his frame as he stood. That reminded you that you really needed to change out of your day clothes and into your pajamas.

“Well when you’re the one who constantly works and you’re out sick… I’m the next best person since I know everything you do. So I figured…” You shrugged looking back down at the file on your lap and highlighter in hand. “And you wouldn’t let me help you.”

“That’s how you’re helping?” Aaron asked as he stepped around the couch to sit beside you. You looked up at him, watching him press a hand over his injuries.

“How else am I supposed to help?” you scoffed, looking over at Aaron again, “I mean, you know what’s best for you, Aaron. I’m just trying to help and follow what the doctors told you to do. You’re just too…” You let your words trail off, not finishing your thought. It wasn’t mean, you thought. But you didn’t want to take that chance.

“I…” Aaron started but failed when you cut him off.

“You almost died… Twice… All I want to do is help you. That’s all anyone wants to do, is help you.” Your voice broke off at the end. You had given up the fight. There was nothing left in you to keep going. So, you looked away from Aaron and tried to ignore the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Aaron silently reached out to hold your hand. You looked at him, your eyes wide as you stared.

“I’ve just never had help with…” Aaron’s words trailed off. You blinked slowly as you turned to face him more. You watched as he struggled to stand, and you could tell that he was trying to hide the real pain he was actually in.

“Come on.” He gently pulled your hand as he stood. You looked at him, your eyes wide and dewy. “The way you can help me is to lie in bed with me. You can keep working, or you can just lie beside me. That’s how you can help.”

“Aaron...”

“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re coming with me.” Aaron looked down at you with a furrowed brow. There was a certain softness to his features.

“Fine,” You whispered as you begrudgingly stood to your feet. Aaron looked over at you before taking the lead back into the bedroom. You were both quiet as you slipped into the bed.

“Will you rest now?” You looked over at him as he laid beside you. You were too focused on being annoyed and wanting to help him that you didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. You didn’t know when, but he had also had an arm thrown over your body. Usually the roles were reversed. And you realized just how much you actually loved Aaron, even though he’s stubborn and hard-headed.

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hookingminor · 4 years ago

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ALSO 10 + 26 are Jost - can't change my mind 💖

10. when one of them is like… i don’t know… hurt or something… and the other one is just like… tending to their wounds… and then just like… wrap them into their arms… thankful that they’re alive…

26. when it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each otherlike “fuck it i’m done with this” and kiss

Tyson rarely took his injuries seriously. Most of the time they weren’t that serious since he wasn’t the type to get into scuffles, but even with busted lips and sore limbs, he played through the discomfort. And most of the time he regretted it after, but the adrenaline of the game never caused him to pause and take a step back.

Unfortunately for you, that meant you had to deal with the late night calls when your best friend came over after games seeking comfort and first aid. The Avs should’ve honestly been paying you for all the extra care you gave Tyson outside of the rink.

You watched him take a nasty hit during the third period of the game which led to JT throwing a punch at the guy who’d nearly boarded him. The play stopped as more players got involved, and Tyson even landed a few more hits on the culprit who tried to lay him out, though he took a couple in the process as well.

You could only roll your eyes after he was ushered back to the bench and JT was sent to the box, knowing well that it would only be a couple hours before Tyson was knocking on your door asking for massages. He seemed fine from the television, just a bloody lip and a couple scratches on his face, but you knew his body would be screaming at him after the game.

The game ended with a win, and you switched the television to Netflix and turned on a mindless sitcom while you waited for Tyson’s arrival.

Tyson: Please tell me you have Ibuprofen and ice packs

You let out a soft chuckle. He knew you had Ibuprofen and ice packs. Hell, the whole first aid kit had his name on it because you only ever used it for him.

You: Of course, but you might have to settle for frozen peas instead

He reacted with a thumbs up, and you left your phone on the coffee table as you spent the next half hour watching Parks.

The knock came almost an hour later, a brief notice before he opened your unlocked door and let himself inside. You tossed him a glance over the back of the couch, taking in his disheveled appearance and bruised face.

“I’m going to have to start charging you for these late night services,” you let out a deep sigh and pushed yourself up to join him in your kitchen.

Tyson had taken a seat at your small table, and he loosened his tie from around his neck and unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt.

“What else are best friends for if not patching me up when I’m injured?” He asked with a smirk. “Besides, I already pay you in free game tickets.”

“Which are useless half the time because I have other shit to do,” you commented, and Tyson rolled his eyes. “What’s the damage tonight?” You grabbed a few ice packs from the freezer and the first aid kit on your way to the kitchen table.

“Nothing too bad, the hit just got me a little sore,” he explained, taking the pills you placed in his hand.

“And you’re bleeding through your bandaids already,” you noticed. You reached forward and cupped his face gently to inspect the injuries. “You really need to be better with your chapstick, Tys. That’s why you keep busting your lip every game.”

Stepping aside to grab your own mango chapstick from your purse, you handed it to him to moisturize his lips. You removed the few bandaids across his cheek and forehead and wiped at the dried blood with an alcohol wipe while he applied the chapstick to his lips.

You were too focused on his scrapes to notice the soft look he was giving you. You stuck your own tongue out in concentration as you dabbed on some antibiotic cream and reapplied the bandaids, a habit you had inadvertently picked up from him.

Tyson let his gaze fall to the Avs shirt you were wearing, only now noticing that it was one of his old shirts, and he didn’t have to ask you to turn around for him to know his last name was on the back. He couldn’t stop his hands from drifting lightly up your thigh to fiddle with the hem of the oversized shirt.

“I think you’ll survive the night,” you patted his cheek when you finished changing the bandages. “You’ll want to ice the other side of your face for the rest of the night to prevent swelling with the bruises.”

When you gazed back into his eyes, you could tell he wasn’t paying attention. Instead, he had a dopey look on his face. It caused your face to scrunch up in concern. “Are you feeling okay? How hard did you hit your head?”

“Do you ever get tired of this?” His question took you by surprise.

Your brows furrowed further. “What do you mean?”

Both of Tyson’s hands came to rest at your waist now, holding you firmly in place as your own hands rested on his shoulders.

“Acting like we’re just friends when we could be more,” he replied. “Do you ever get tired of it?”

“Tys…” you started to back away, but his grip held you still. “I think that hit scrambled your head a little bit.”

“I’m not concussed, Y/N,” he insisted. “If anything, it made me realize how sick and tired I am of acting like there isn’t anything between us, like I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you.”

You couldn’t speak. It was your biggest dream and biggest fear all coming to life before you, and you didn’t trust your voice to not break on you.

“Stop me if I’m reading this wrong, but I don’t think I am,” Tyson spoke softly, pulling you closer by your waist. “I think you want this as much as I do.”

You could only give him a pleading look and a slight nod of your head before Tyson was tilting his face up to yours and catching your lips in a kiss. He winced a little at the initial contact on his plump lip, but a hand was moving to your face to keep you pressed against him before you could step away.

His other hand pulled your thigh closer until he was settling you on his lap, and you let out a quiet squeal at the sudden movement. Tyson smirked against your lips as he drifted to grip your ass and took the opportunity to deepen the kiss as your mouth parted in surprise.

A soft moan left his lips as you reciprocated the kiss and allowed your fingers to tangle in the curls at the base of his neck. The dopey look remained in his eyes when you eventually broke the kiss, and Tyson was eager to lean forward and chase your lips.

“You might want to take it easy tonight, Casanova,” you chuckled, tugging on the curls to keep him from kissing you again, but the gesture only made him groan in response.

“And what if I don’t want to?” A smile tugged up at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m supposed to be making you feel better, not worse,” you commented. “Tell you what, you spend the night here and when you’re all healed we can kiss all you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good,” he mused, giving you one last peck before grabbing the forgotten ice pack on the table and holding it to his bruised side. “You can spend the night making it up to me with cuddles then.”

You scoffed and slid yourself off his lap at his smug grin. “Take a shower first then we’ll see.”

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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😡🤬ANGER MANAGEMENT (PART 1)🤬😡

Prompt: Y/N has the life she’s always dreamed of: a good house, a nice car, a fat paycheck, her dream job and some loving friends. Her life feels like a fairytale...but just like every fairytale she’s not safe from the villain, the problem with that? He’s not only an incredibly hot Scotsman but also a fucking pain in the ass!

@drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, clit stimulation, angst, dirty talking, cursing, name calling,(possible part 2?Idk)

Notes: I think it’s time for me to face my biggest fear: Drew McIntyre! 😂 all jokes aside, I’ve lost count of how many one shots I have written and soon after deleted about this handsome hunk. There are so many good stories of him out there that I’ve always felt like mine were actually horse shit compared to those so I’ve never had the courage to make this Scottish wet dream an official brand of my writing, but I’m looking forward to achieve new accomplishments on my writing in 2021, so here goes nothing folks! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Oh Thank God! Just the woman I wanted to see”

I turned around to meet Becky Lynch, one of the few dear close friends I’ve made while working for the WWE as a massage therapist.

“Hey Becks! What’s up?”

“Y/N I need your help, I was doing some training with the guys when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and now I feel like I wanna cry”

“Oh Becky, c’mon let’s go to my office”

Once we got there I mentioned for her to sit on the massage table.

“So tell me exactly what you were doing”

“I was doing some regular weightlifting, then all of a sudden I felt this sharp pain stretch from my elbow to my shoulder”

“Ok, did you warmed up before hand?”

“Yes”

“Did you added the weights in progressively or were you in some sort of competition against Sheamus, Cesaro and McIntyre as to whom could perform a proper weightlifting faster?” I crooked my eyebrow

“Y/N! You know I would never do that” She tried to hide her shame for being caught

“Becky, I know you! I know how competitive you are and how competitive you GET when you train with Sheamus, Cesaro and the Scottish prick.”

“They started ok?! They said I was no match for them, so I had to make them swallow word by word” She said slightly angry

“Calm down” I chuckled “And I presume you won?”

“Of course I won! As if they stood a chance” She scoffed

I touched her shoulder and palmed the back of her upper arm til I reached her elbow

“And your prize for that my darling is” I looked into her eyes “Six muscular knots, probably some small damage to your elbow nerves resulting in a little trip to the physical therapists and shit ton of pain, congratulations! Are you happy now?”

“Oh no!” She whined “Y/N, please don’t send me to the physical therapists, they will eat my ass off and they’re gonna tell Hunter about this. Please Y/N, please tell me you can fix it?” She stared at me with begging eyes

“Becks” I sighed “I can undo the muscular knots but I ain’t no fairy godmother! If you have some sort of nerve damage that’s up to the physical therapists...there’s nothing I can do about that honey”

“Please Y/N give me some of the red magical relief juice you gave to Kofi” She pleads

“Red magical relief juice?” I asked confused

“Yes, Kofi said he had this horrible pain from an injury and you gave him this red magical relief juice that helped him better than any medicine! Please give that to me too!”

I laughed before answering

“Oh Kofi, Kofi... it’s not an juice, it’s a liquid... a toner. A home made medicine I learned with my grandma. Technically I’m not even allowed to use that, but I know it works, better than these crap versions of Vick’s Vapor Rub” I tossed a little small green package in the trash can.

“Can you give that to me?” She asked with her eyes full of hope

“Fine” I said and she smiles widely

“But, you have to promise me that you will stop with these stupid and senseless competitions! They could permanently damage your nerves you know?!”

“Ok I promise”

I took a small plastic bottle from the cabinet and filled up with some small amount of the toner and placed the bottle inside a small paper bag. I also gave her a little bit of my grandma’s famous ointment in a tiny tin can.

“Alright, so here’s what you’re gonna do: once you get to your hotel room, you’ll take a hot shower and before you put your clothes on, you’re gonna rub the toner from your neck to your elbow all over your shoulder and back upper arm” She nods and I proceed “Then right after you’re going to take a small amount of this ointment” I show her the little tin can “And rub it all over your shoulder, back upper arm and elbow. Right afterwards you get dress with a long sleeve shirt and go to bed. Remember that you cannot leave your skin exposed to the cold air of air conditioning, because if you do it will make your pain and damage way worse! Do you hear me?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“If in three to four days you still feel any sort of pain you’re gonna have to go to the physical therapists”

“Ok”

“Becky I’m serious”

“Okay Y/N I got it” She smiles softly

“Good, now please, don’t tell anyone about this” I shook the little bag “And tell Kofi to keep his mouth shut. I know he means well but I could get fired for this”

“My lips are sealed” She pressed her lips in a thin line

“Thank you” I chuckled “Now, go on and take 20 drops of this” I give her some Ibuprofen “And come back in 20 minutes”

“Why?” She asks confused

“Because we still have to undo those knots and it’s not gonna be the fun kind of pain my dear”

“Argh” She groans

One week later

I was finishing tidying up the massage table from the session I just had with Bayley when someone knocked on my office door

“Come on in”

“Hey Y/N” Seth Rollins said in a voice full of pain as he tried to walk towards me

“Seth are you ok? Jesus, you look like somebody just kicked your balls so hard that they went up to your throat! What happened?” I tried to hold back my laugh

“A long story involving Cesaro and Drew. Moral of the story is my back is fucked up, do you think you can help me?”

“Can you lay down here?” I patted the table

“I guess so” He made his way to it excruciatingly slow as I helped him to lay down

“Where’s the pain worst?”

“My lower back” I touched and he gasped in pain

“Do you think you could give me some of that red magical relief juice?” He whispered so only I could hear it.

Of course I wasn’t surprised about him knowing of the “magical relief juice” since he and Becky were together I figured she told him.

“Did Becky told you?”

“Only today, once she saw I was in a tremendous pain...When she was using it I pressed her to tell me who gave it to her but she didn’t wanted to say, she said it was her fairy godmother”

I couldn’t help but smile at Becky’s inside joke and loyalty. I truly love that girl.

“Sure thing Rollins, just please don’t-“

“I won’t tell anyone Y/N don’t worry! Your witchy recipe is safe with me” He chuckled “Ouch fuck, that hurts” He groaned

“Did you bring any jacket on with you?” I laugh

“Yeah Becky told me to”

“Ok, let’s get start it”

Forty minutes and a relaxed thankful Seth Rollins later. I was finishing washing my hands while Seth pulled the zipper of his jacked up. I could feel his eyes on me

“What is it Rollins?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“If the question is if I am a 450 year old witch then my answer is, you will never know” I whisper as I turn to face him with a smirk

He laughs before saying “Well I’m sure you are sweetheart” He winks playfully “But that’s not the question though unfortunately”

“What is it then?”

He looked at me with a sense of caution before asking

“Why do you hate Drew so much?”

“McIntyre? The Scottish prick? The shitty bearded version of Gastón from Beauty and The Beast?” I ask in disbelief

My hatred for Drew McIntyre goes way back to 5 years ago. To make a long story short he has being a pain in my ass every since I started working here. It all resumes to the bad flirting and endless fights. We’ve always fought at least 3 times a week for as long as I can remember. It’s like a weekly ritual for us, and our fights are always petty and ridiculous such as who will get in the elevator first or who will rent the last SUV car.

“Yeah...” He answers slightly embarrassed

“Well that’s simple, he’s an asshole! A smug fucker who thinks he’s the most beautiful man to ever walk the earth and that every woman alive must fall for him in all fours”

“Is there anything else beyond that?” He asks

“No! Of course not!” I lied. As if I could tell him about my deep sexual desire for the Scotsman

“Are you sure? I mean, you must agree with me that he is very beautiful” Seth answers

“I’m not saying he’s not. I have eyes, so trust me, I know he’s hot as fuck and a very handsome man but that doesn’t mean that every woman on this company wants him!” I scoffed

“Does the ‘every woman’ equals Y/N?”

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked aggressively

“Look, there’s no need for you to get all defensive ok? I’m your friend and I’m just asking this as a friend. I’m not coming for you by any means” He says with a soothing voice

“Sorry, it was just my automatic response”

“It’s okay sweetie”

“But Seth...why this question now?”

“Let’s just say that I may or may not have heard some backstage talk and I would like to know this from your own mouth instead of other people’s”

“Backstage talk? About what?” I ask angrily

His eyes widened “You know what? Let’s forget I ever men-“

“No no no Rollins you’ve started this now you will finish it!” Now I was really angry

“Fuck, I should’ve kept my mouth shut” He murmured

“But you didn’t! So spit it out”

“Ok...I’ve heard one of the girls say that the reason why you hate Drew so much is because you kinda have a hidden want for him to fuck you but since he’s ‘not interested’ you get pissed off” He whispered

“I WHAT??? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?”

“Y/N please keep your voice down! Somebody is gonna hear you”

“I COULD GIVE TWO FUCKS IF SOMEBODY CAN HEAR ME! Who’ve said that Seth?” I was boiling with rage

“Sweetie, I’m not gonna tell you who’ve said it because I know you will-“

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and whispered

“If you don’t tell me who’ve said that right now Rollins I swear to God on God in heaven that I will cut your balls off and shove them down your throat!”

He gulped

“Now who’ve said that?”

“Carmella” He whispered and I smiled letting go of his collar “Y/N please don’t do anything stupid!” He said as I removed my coat

“Don’t forget to rub the toner on your back once you’re out of the shower” I patted his shoulder and made my way to the door

“Y/N where are you going? Y/N please whatever you’re thinking about doing it, just don’t ok? She’s not worth it! Y/N PLEASE!”

But his screams were now faint as I make my way down the hallway to find the blond gossiper girl.

I finally find Carmella “talking”, to Sheamus in one of the hallways.

“Oi Y/N, how’s life treating ya lass?” Sheamus smiles widely at me, making his usual greeting. At any other day it would’ve made my afternoon happier to find that amazing Irish man, but not today! I was so furious that I ignored him and went directly to Carmella

“Would you mind telling me why the fuck are you not only minding my business but also spreading rumors about me and McIntyre?”

From where I stood I saw Sheamus visibly gulp

“Hey Y/N, what do ya say about we go to tha catering grab some coffee huh?” He said urgently pleading

“So? I’m waiting for an answer” I said to her fully ignoring what he just said

“Well Y/N, from woman to woman, I think we both can agree that it’s no rumor. It’s quite visible, to not say pathetic, the way you can’t deal with rejection my dear” She batted her lashes

“And what exactly are you implying?”

“The obvious Y/N! That you want Drew in between your legs but he doesn’t! I mean, let’s face it, he’s too much of a man for you anyways! It’s not like you can handle him, because we know you can’t” She measured me from head to toe making me feel very conscious about the difference between her slim toned body and my thick one full of curves.

I know that most of the men’s in this company usually date or even have one night stands with women who were body equivalent to their own - slender and beautifully toned - , but that doesn’t mean that they didn’t saw my own curvy beauty. Hell, I even got some dinner invitations from some of the guys! Cesaro, Baron Corbin, Finn Bálor and even Seth Rollins (before he got with Becky) were some of them.

“I bet that I received more dinner invitations in a week than you in a year” I scoffed

“But not from the man you want the most right darling?” She evilly grins and I see red! Pure rage in it’s rawest form took ahold of me and I jumped towards her neck but a pair of strong arms stopped me from attacking her.

“Wow, easy now lass” He said

HIM! The cause of all this gossiping with my name, I couldn’t get even more angry even if I tried.

“Let me go McIntyre!” I roar

“Uh, enjoy it while it lasts Y/N, it’s as far as you’ll ever get anyways” Carmella chuckles

I tried to wiggle out of his arms “What the fuck did you just said bitch? I’ll feed you your own teeth you fuck-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence thanks to Drew, who lifted me off from the floor and tossed me on his shoulder, taking me to back my office.

“What are you doing? Let me go! I’m gonna punch her stupid rat’s face!”

“No you won’t”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m preventing your ass from getting fired!” He answers

I tried to release myself from him, but who was I fooling? The man is a brick wall, I couldn’t let myself go not even if I tried hard!

Once we got into my office he locked the door, placing himself in front of it and released me.

“Don’t you never, EVER, dare to manhandle me like that again! Do you hear me?” I stare at him with my eyes full of rage

“You know Y/N, all that anger is not good for you...you could have a heart attack” He chuckled

I was so mad, that tears of anger rolled down my cheeks as I cut the small distance between us and begin to punch his torso, arms or whatever I could reach

“I HATE YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON WHY I AM NOW A FUCKING BACKSTAGE GOSSIP SUBJECT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU’RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF AREN’T YOU HUH? SHITTY ASS GASTÓN!”

I was starting to loose my strength due to my ferocious attack, and I would be damned if I let him see that...

When suddenly everything changed, the air in the room thickened and I saw myself now pressed against the door with my hands forcefully pinned on top of my head.

“Aww, that was sweet princess” He smirks confidently

“What are you doing Drew? Let me go” I murmured

“Oh it’s Drew now huh? Why the sudden change love? What happened with ‘Scottish prick, asshole and Gastón’?” He cackled “What’s wrong princess? Not feeling so confident and in charge anymore are we?” He pouts

“You’re hurting me” I lied

“Nu uh, we both know that, that’s a lie. I know you Y/N, every inch of you so don’t you lie to me now! That’s not what pretty little girls like you do” He reprimanded me

I felt confused and slightly turned on by his whole dominant character. But still I felt the urge to fight back.

“And what do you know about me McIntyre? NOTHING! So don’t YOU dare to pretend that you do! You know nothing about who I am or my needs, so quit the act”

He laughed before saying “And that’s where you’re wrong princess” He towered over me, securing my wrists with one of his hands while the other grabbed my cheeks making my lips pout(like one would with a child) and tilted my head up to meet his blue gaze.

“You see Y/N, we’ve known each other for what? 5 years? I’ve done a lot of observing in those years... I became quite good at reading you” He leaned forward..his beard,lips and mustache brushing against my own lips

“So I know for a fact that what triggered you into fighting Carmella wasn’t what she said...But the fact that what she said is true” He searched my eyes for confirmation and when he found it he smirks in appreciation

A murmured ‘Fuck you’ came out of my lips the best way I could since he had this vicious grip on my cheeks.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N... what am I going to do with you princess?” He asks amused as he release my cheeks “I must say though... I agree with almost everything Carmella said” He vaguely added

Pure humiliation filled me, the thought of him knowing that deep down I had a thing for him which wasn’t reciprocal at all made my stomach turn. I felt the tears of humiliation start to rise to my eyes, but I wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see that he had broken me. Instead I reached for the safety of the one thing I knew I could do: fight!

“You let me go right now you fucker or I swear you will regret it!” I said as threatening as I could

“Oh my, won’t you look at that? Kitty has claws huh?” He chuckled lightly

I took advantage of his distraction and yanked my arms as fast as I could out of his grip. The action caught him by surprise, giving me the upper hand to turn around to unlock the door so I could leave. But his surprise didn’t last long as for he saw what I was about to do and pressed me against the door once more, instead now my back was the one facing him so he pressed his semi hard bulge up against my ass with my hands and face now pressed on the wooden door.

“Where do you think you are going princess? We’re not done talking just yet” He whispers in my ear, making my whole body shiver.

“As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me” His lips were glued to my ear “I almost, I said almost, agree with everything that she said..except for one thing”

“If you’re gonna say that-“

“Maybe I’ll have to buy you a ball gag, since you don’t seem to ever know when to shut up...or maybe I should choke you instead,what do you say?”

I gulped loudly

“Or even better, I should fuck your mouth..bury my cock so deep on your throat that you will have no other option but drool all over yourself” He pressed his bulge harder against my ass “, that will make you shut up! I can already imagine how gorgeous you will look with my cock shoved down your throat” He moaned “Would you like that princess? Would you like for me to show you where’s your place? Where you really belong?” He grinds his erection on my ass and the feeling makes me moan softly

“Drew...” I pleaded

“The only thing I don’t agree with Carmella” He continues his previous statement ignoring my plea “Is that I’m too much of a man for you. To be honest I think you’re the only woman in this company who can actually handle me! The only one who will love and beg to be fucked faster and rougher..” His hands let go of my wrists and roam down to cup my breasts roughly, pulling me even closer to his body

“The only one who is the perfect fit for me...who will let me use every single hole as I please” He bites my ear making me gasp for more air.

“Won’t you Y/N? Do you want me to use you like the good little whore that you are?”

My head was buzzing with excitement, I could feel the now very wet pool of desire in between my legs. To think that all of my darkest fantasies with this man were about to come true made me moan a faint ‘Yes’ to him

He grunts at my positive response while one of his big hands unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans so his hand could sink down the fabric to find my very wet core.

“Hmmm I’ve been waiting 5 years for this lass...Fuck, you already feel amazing on my hand I can’t wait to feel this pretty little pussy around my cock” He growls

“Fuck Drew, please” I whisper

“It’s Sir to you, my good little pet” He smirked “Now tell me, do you think I should fuck you right here, right now so that everyone in this company can hear me make you my fuck toy or should we head back to the hotel? What do you say pet?” He asks as his fingers firmly circles my clit making my legs shake

“W- Whatever pleases you Sir” I stuttered

“I see you’re a quick learner huh?” He chuckles amused “I say, let’s show this roster who is the only woman who can properly handle me” He says as he removed his fingers from my core and licked them clean while staring at me. I softly moan to that scene and he smiles deviously before whispering

“Strip now pet and show what a beautiful fuck toy you are for Sir”

To be continued...

Please let me know if you would like to see a part 2 🥺?

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satanwithboobs · 4 years ago

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self-care | GN!MC x OM brothers

tw: mentions of reckless behavior, the brothers are demons so they essentially roofie MC but.. for their own good...? it’s not okay and I’m pretty sure Beel is the only one who feels like they did something wrong.

a/n: okay so this is really long (nearly 2,400 words), and it just sort of happened. mainly inspired by my history of reckless behavior when it comes to my health and my resolve not to let the stress of my upcoming week make me resort to bad habits. and before anyone wonders... the anecdote in the story? yeah that really happened. I gave myself stomach ulcers because I kept taking ibuprofen (it was for a horrible tooth ache) and I didn’t eat anything but saltines for days while I finished up a final project. word to the wise: don’t be like me. I’m dumb.

self care is important, everyone! I know a lot of people are starting school again, so please!!! take!! care!! of!!! yourselves!!

—

Lucifer was the first to notice something was up with MC, though initially he paid it no heed.

Naturally, he had always prided himself (of course) on his superior attention to detail, and

He had noticed them drinking cups of coffee and energy drinks a whole lot more often than usual, but given that finals were coming up, he figured they were simply trying to keep more awake for the sake of their studies.

None of this was healthy, of course, but he’d wait to scold them if it truly became worth his while to do so.

And so, he went on with his business, offering them advice as he had on many occasions before. He had even been kind enough to tutor them without the aid of his whip or his fire, something he would never do with any of his brothers. At one point he even let a snide comment under their breath go with just a stern warning.

He truly had gone soft, but he supposed it was best if he didn’t traumatize the human he and his brothers had formed such a strong bond with just for the sake of grades.

And while he had been the first to notice their new habits - all of his brothers had eventually caught on to what was going on.

It was the Saturday before finals that they all finally acknowledged that something needed to be done.

—

“They’re looking truly frightening!” Asmo exclaimed, and while typically his statements were brushed off by the rest as pure hyperbole, they all had to agree with this one. “They’ll get wrinkles in no time if they keep this up...”

“Yeah, somethin’ needs to be done,” Mammon commented, earning nods from his brothers — a truly rare occurrence in the House of Lamentation.

“Maybe I can plan a spa day!” Asmo interjected, an excited expression on his face.

“I don’t think havin’ ya feel ‘em up all day would help anythin,” Mammon grumbled, earning a scowl from the fifth-born in return.

“Perhaps...” Satan started.

“No,” Lucifer retorted, earning a look from the wrathful fourth-born.

He simply continued as if daggers weren’t being glared in his direction, “I don’t care how many times you try and paint it as a benefit for us all, you will not get a cat.”

Satan muttered something that sounded a lot like, “dammit,” under his breath, along with a couple of choice words that Lucifer ignored for the sake of pushing the conversation forward.

“I know! There’s this new TSL ultra-special extended-cut series box set that we can marathon! It has never-before-heard director commentary, along with a limited edition SIGNED replica of the—”

“That’s just gonna wind ‘em up even more!” The second-born responded, getting fed up with this already.

In truth, he was mainly irritated at himself for failing to notice that MC had gotten so bad. He was their first guy, he should’ve known!

“For once, I have to agree with Mammon,” the Avatar of Pride earned six dumbfounded looks with that, with Belphegor actually opening his eyes and Beelzebub nearly choking on the bite of food in his mouth.

“MC needs sleep, not distractions,” he went on without missing a beat, “I very much doubt they’ve had more than four hours of sleep in the last five days, so that must be our first priority.”

“How do you suggest we do that? It isn’t like MC will concede easy, we all know how stubborn they are,” Satan asked.

“Simple,” Lucifer proclaimed, as his gaze fell upon the youngest brother, who had already fallen into a deep slumber once again. “We use force.”

Upon feeling the eyes of all his brothers fall on him, Belphegor stirred, a single violet eye opening. He grumbled, not bothering to sit up properly as he regarded the eldest with a tired expression.

“What?”

—

Lucifer had explained the very simple two-step ‘plan’ to Belphegor (step no. 1, corner the human so they can’t slip away - step no. 2, Belphie makes them sleep), and they were about to begin discussing when to put their plan into motion when footsteps echoed outside the common room.

MC walked in, looking a bit more than a little worse for wear (while their clothes and hair looked fine given the circumstances, the bags under their eyes had become so prominent that they were basically their own entity at this point).

“Oh, that’s where you guys were. I was wondering why the place was so quiet,” they tried to joke, but it came out in such a monotone way that it just sounded more like a simple statement.

Their brow furrowed a bit when they got no response from the seven demons, but they shrugged it off and put their bag down on the table, beginning to take out the many books they were going to need. They’d been barricaded in their room for quite some time, but they had needed a change of scenery. Not to mention, their bed had been way too tempting...

The silence in the room was deafening - even in their bleary state they could tell something was off - so eventually they turned around to see six pairs of eyes scrutinizing their every move (Belphegor was asleep, which didn’t surprise them.

“You guys are starting to freak me out,” they stifled a yawn and moved to grab their coffee, in desperate need of another pick-me-up.

If they had any hope of grasping the concepts in Devildom Law, they’d need it—

They were confused when they didn’t find it where they had left it - on the table, two seconds earlier - but not so when they noticed that Lucifer had suddenly appeared right next to them, their coffee in hand.

“Uhh, Luci? Kinda need that,” they let out a laugh and outstretched their hand, silently asking for it back.

“No, you’re cut off,” he declared, earning a sigh from MC. It wasn’t like they had been caught dancing on the tables after a few too many shots of Demonus. It was just coffee.

“You guys are worried, aren’t you? Well, don’t be. It’s not like I haven’t done this sort of thing dozens of times before, I’ll be fine,” they tried to reassure, though in truth they had never been forced to study nearly as hard as they had for the classes at RAD.

“No, what yer gonna do is let us take care of ya’. Don’t ya trust us?” Mammon said gruffly, earning a look from the human.

“Yeah... you’re really fragile, being a human, and..” Beelzebub started, before trailing off with a frown, remembering they didn’t particularly like being told that. Even if it was objectively true.

“Seriously? I’m being lectured by a bunch of demons on healthy lifestyle choices?” They said, exasperated. “I already said, I’ve done so much worse before. Not sure if I ever mentioned it, but this one time I was up for three nights straight in college.. Gave myself stomach ulcers during finals week because all I had to eat was a sleeve of saltines and some ibuprofen—” they laughed a bit before realizing - upon seeing everyone’s concern only increase - maybe that particular story wasn’t the best one to tell right at that very moment.

MC turned back to Lucifer, shooting him a pleading look. “I need to do well on these finals, Lucifer. I’m not going to make you guys look bad by completely bombing them all.”

The look in his eyes softened for a moment, before he sent someone behind them a terse nod.

Of course, they figured out just a little too late that this was far more than simply a discussion about their unhealthy sleeping habits.

They didn’t even need to look behind them to feel the overwhelming presence of the youngest brother weighing down on them.

While Belphie had done this sort of thing to them once or twice on accident while taking a nap nearby, it had never felt this.. overpowering.

They shot Lucifer a look, and he responded with a somewhat sympathetic look of his own.

“You can’t be serious about...” they trailed off, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. “About.. this....”

MC soon fell into the waiting arms of the eldest, out like a light.

Lucifer let out a soft chuckle as he scooped them up bridal-style, giving a quick nod to Beelzebub who had picked up his twin the same way.

It was a side-effect of the youngest’s ability; he could make someone of his choosing fall into a deep sleep if he wanted, but he’d always do the same.

It was kind of annoying, but it wasn’t like he didn’t spend most of the time sleeping anyway. At least he had full control over how long the other person slept and would always wake at the same time they did.

Now that he thought about it, he’d have to find an excuse to do this again sometime. Naps were way less fun when the person you’re napping with insists on getting up before you wanted them to.

“Pretty sure that’s a record for Belphie,” Satan mused, “I’ve never seen someone pass out like that in less than 10 seconds.”

—

Beelzebub happily chomped down on the many food items he had been supplied with as he waited for his twin and MC to awaken.

The rest of his brothers would have hated having to wait so long, but as long as he had food and his two favorite people in front of him....

Beel looked up from his snack when he heard the pair stir.

An annoyed expression settled on MC’s face as they opened their eyes, completely erasing the peaceful look they held moments before.

Beel frowned, knowing they had a reason to be annoyed, but also knowing that this was all for their own good.

Their face softened ever-so-slightly when they noticed Beelzebub, the one brother they could never stay mad at.

They were about to sit up when they realized there was an arm loosely caged around their waist. Behind them, they could feel the soft and slow breathing of the youngest demon brother, as if he wasn’t already awake.

They attempted to move away, but the loose grip quickly tightened, pushing them flush against Belphegor’s chest.

A satisfied hum escaped their ‘captor’ when MC gave up and sighed.

“You’re welcome,” Belphegor said tiredly, nuzzling his face in their neck, much to their chagrin.

“I can’t believe you guys...” they finally said, their voice still rough from sleep. “How long?”

Beelzebub frowned again, knowing they wouldn’t like the answer. “18 hours,” he finally said, bracing for the response.

“Wait, 18 hours?!” MC rolled their eyes when the demon behind them groaned at the exclamation. “I’m going to miss—”

“I arranged for your deadlines to be extended, don’t worry,” MC stiffened when they heard the eldest’s voice, knowing their inevitable lecture was likely to come sooner rather than later.

They moved to sit up again, though this time their living restraint let it happen, turning over to hopefully get just 5 more minutes of sleep...

The human winced upon seeing the stern gaze Lucifer was giving them, though his eyes were notably softer than usual.

“While I appreciate the unwavering dedication to your studies,” he started, moving to sit on the edge of the bed near the two former sleeping beauties, “you do need to take care of yourself.”

“Achievement means nothing if you end up comatose before you reach the finish line.”

MC looked down, guilt settling on their face. Fair point from the Avatar of Pride.

“I—” they tried to start, but a gloved finger pressed against their lips before they could get anywhere.

“No arguments.”

MC sighed, tossing a defeated look to the eldest. All they got in response was a chuckle and his signature smug look.

Silence permeated the room for a moment before Lucifer spoke up again.

“You will report to my study promptly after dinner every night without exception until you are finished with everything,” he said, the edge in his voice coming back in full force. “Understand?”

MC nodded in response. Figures he’d implement something like this.

“Good. I will help you study a portion of the time, while Satan will help with the rest.”

The human resisted the urge to groan at this. Great, two drill sergeants for the price of one. Literally.

They felt their cheeks flare with heat when they felt Lucifer’s gloved hand cup their cheek as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on their forehead.

“Your well-being is important to all of us,” he said, pulling back. “Never forget that.”

“Lucifer is—” Beel interjected mid-bite before he quickly swallowed. “—right.”

“Won’t hear me arguin’ on that!” Mammon piped up as he filed into the room with the four brothers who weren’t already in there to begin with.

“Lucifer said I could plan a spa day when you finish up! Just you and me... sounds heavenly, doesn’t it?” Asmodeus announced, tossing a wink toward MC.

“Oi! If you think I’m gonna let that happen, you got another thing comin’, Asmo!” Mammon growled, earning an eye roll from the Avatar of Lust.

“You have nothing to worry about, as long as I’m your tutor,” Satan interjected before a true fight could break out.

“You better finish up quickly, because there’s this new game is coming out—!” Leviathan practically vibrated with excitement before letting out a terrified sound.

“Don’t put too much stress on them,” Lucifer’s aura flared.

“Oh, uh...” Levi corrected, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. “T-take all the time you n-need...”

MC couldn’t help but crack a smile at the brothers’ antics, their previous annoyance at the unexpected 18-hour nap all but gone (though they would have to speak to Lucifer about boundaries.. while they agreed that their health was important, essentially supernaturally drugging someone still wasn’t okay).

“You guys are too much,” they said, their cheeks flaring. “Just how did I end up stuck with all of you?”

Silence fell upon the room for a very brief moment at the question, before chaos (naturally) resumed its regularly scheduled programming.

#obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #oh my god so many tags

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blushnote · 5 years ago

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rich girl | m.

⟡ word count: 6,708. ⟡ genre: smut, a bit of angst if you squint. ⟡ contains: a blowjob, facefucking, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, shower sex, copious use of petnames, just a whole lot of sin.

summary: wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

a/n: this is a reupload because for some reason tumblr wasn’t showing me my own posts? anyways, sorry for the wait!! enjoy hehe.

your parents don’t like wonwoo.

even better – they don’t like the fact that you like him.

wonwoo isn’t supposed to be someone you like. he’s kind of foul-mouthed, awfully conceited, and he probably makes deals with the devil in his spare time. he likes to hang around those dimly lit corners at night, just outside the local shops, puffing from a cigarette beneath the dusty street light and chuckling amongst his friends. they all hang out together. they’re very tightknit in the way that they only meet on the corner to smoke and laugh and then head their separate ways when it gets late enough.

honestly, you didn’t think you were going to like wonwoo either. most friday nights you go out for drinks with the daughters of your mom’s friends. she’s a business lady, very professional, makes good money, and has the politeness and etiquette of a true monarch. her friends mirror her every quality, and so do their daughters. you like them, even when they snap at you to sit straighter or give you unnecessarily stern glances while you swallow your alcohol in inhumane gulps. they’re great, but they give you a headache.

also, they’re the only friends you have, even if they’re not very good ones. they once left you to get home by yourself when you got too “drunk” for their liking. not wanting to soil their sophisticated reputations, they literally abandoned you after your wobbly trip to the bathroom to fix your makeup. you came back to an empty table. when you left the bar, this unknown man tried to take you by the arm, promising that there was a telephone just around the corner for you to make a call. your cellphone was dead anyways.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

there was a deep, displeased voice that echoed from the street corner as the mystery man tugged you away. you couldn’t help but stumble in your saint laurent heels. they didn’t add much height, yet you felt as though you were walking on stilts. quickly, you made eye contact with wonwoo. he stepped away from the pole and removed the cigarette from between his bubblegum lips, just before he adjusted the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. the air was cold, so he wore a beanie that pulled his hair back.

the man stuttered in response. he attempted to configure a convincing statement, but wonwoo cut him off.

“do you know him?” wonwoo asked you directly. his friends were silent as they crowded the corner, but they looked ready to pounce.

“n-not re-really, no.” you fought to respond sluggishly.

wonwoo then narrowed his eyes at the man who was digging his nails into your skin.

“do you know her?” the man countered. he sounded almost petulant.

“no,” wonwoo admitted impassively, “but i’m not an idiot, and i’ve hung around here long enough to see my fair share of fucking weirdos. go slink back to the other side of the street before i shove my cigarette past your eye socket and into your cranium.”

honestly, wonwoo’s words almost turned you completely sober. the man looked like he wanted to argue, but his pathetic type doesn’t usually put up a fight when their plans are directly thwarted. he released you, and melted away into the night like a sad, shrinking shadow.

“do you need to use my phone?” wonwoo was already revealing it from his pocket.

you nodded. you knew your mother would explode into fumes if you called her at this hour, so you dialled the local taxi service and decided to wait right outside the bar. you wanted to thank wonwoo for intervening when he did. he didn’t necessarily look like a bad person, but his tainted mouth and snarky expressions didn’t exactly shift him into the light.

“thanks,” you told him as you handed over his phone, “i-i appreciate what you dd-did.”

wonwoo made the effort to blow the smoke from his cigarette away from your face.

“it’s fine,” he shrugged, “happens all the time. figured i’d just stand here and be useful i guess.”

so there is a reason you’re always at this corner.

that’s what you wanted to say, but you were too shy, too foggy, to articulate any other acknowledgement apart from a tight-lipped smile. since then, you knew wonwoo would be someone you liked.

wonwoo liked to call you a rich girl. it bothered you, mostly because it’s true. you wore diamonds in your ears, pricey jewels on your fingers, dressed in luxury outfits and designer products. you lived a lavish life because your parents were well off, but it’s not like you tried to rub it in everyone’s face. in fact, you were quite modest, and you only wore the jewelry because your mother never stopped draping you in it. after your first encounter with wonwoo outside the bar, you greeted him again on the street upon exiting the floral shop.

he was alone, not even smoking a cigarette, instead sucking on a vibrant, cherry red lollipop. you could smell its sugary coating the second you stood in front of him.

“hey, rich girl.” he nodded. “how’s life treating you?”

the only reason you approached him was out of gratitude. you had already thanked him for his intervention that one night, but you wanted to thank him again now that you weren’t intoxicated and cloudy in the head. notably, your expression soured at his words.

“rich girl? that’s not my name.”

wonwoo looked you up and down skeptically. his eyes were a strong, earthly shade of brown behind his glasses, but in that afternoon sunlight, they flared up slightly, and the colour was more molasses-like. thick and sweet.

“are you joking?” he seemed like he wanted to laugh, and swirled the lollipop to the opposite corner of his mouth. “babygirl, those heels you’re wearing are more than my rent.”

you didn’t know why, but you were transiently overwhelmed with the urge to drop to your knees and let him fuck your mouth right there on the corner. was that too soon? oh well. you already thought it. remembering you were supposed to feel disrespected at his comment, you crossed your arms, though it only accented the jaded bracelet your friend bought you as a birthday gift.

“i’m going to pretend i didn’t hear anything you just said. i wanted to thank you for getting me out of that situation last week. i thought i should tell you again, now that i’m… well… sober, i guess i could say.”

you then swallowed tightly. “do you really stand there to stop creeps from taking advantage of people?”

wonwoo shrugged. he then tousled his hair, which had been flopping in multiple directions. it was on the longer side, and seemed to be the same colour as dark, silvery ashes, though the roots were pretty much black. his hair looked so soft and springy. you almost wanted to comb it down for him.

“i’m just at the right place at the right time.” he said.

what did that even mean? you simply accepted his response and pressed on.

“well, i wouldn’t mind repaying the favour one day. do you want a coffee or something?”

“no.” wonwoo replied sharply. “you could do me one better and slip me a couple hundred from your pretty bank account. i’m trying to get the local black tar heroin dealer off my back.”

you nearly choked.

“wha-what? are you… serious?”

wonwoo maintained his staid, emotionless expression, and you were really starting to believe that there was a black tar heroin dealer running rampant in the streets that might pop wonwoo if he didn’t pay him off. but then a gradual smile pulled up his lips, and you wanted to retract your entire offer.

“yes, it’s a joke. you’re too easy. the only drugs you’d find in this part of town is the ibuprofen for your grandma’s arthritis. you don’t get out much, do you, rich girl?”

you gaped widely at him.

“careful, baby,” he smirked, and he suddenly brought his hand out, raising your chin with his cold fingertips to close your mouth. “don’t breathe too much of this cheap air. it’s not filtered.”

in a bubbling, festering haze of anger, you snapped his hand away.

“for your information i—,”

abruptly, you heard your name echo from down the street. turning around, you watched your mother exit the floral shop, carrying a pale green wrapping of scarlet poinsettias. they were so huge that the petals almost covered her entire face. it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t have picked a worse time to come looking for you, especially when she was cloaked in the thick warmth of her sable fur coat. you sighed deeply and faced wonwoo again. he’d lost his lollipop, attempting to spark up a cigarette instead.

“aren’t these just gorgeous?” your mother swooned, running her fingers over the butter-soft petals. “they certainly cost a pretty penny to get such an exquisite arrangement, but i couldn’t help myself!”

you wanted to sink straight into the earth. wonwoo was looking between you in pure amusement as he crammed his lighter inside a pocket on his jeans. your mother didn’t even seem to notice him until he took his first puff, the distinct potency of the smoke making her nose scrunch.

“a-and who’s this, dear?” she couldn’t even mask her discomfort as she inquired you about wonwoo. at that point, you hadn’t even known his name yet.

“wonwoo,” he introduced himself, “a new friend of your daughter.”

“oh, how lovely,” she nodded at him while forcing a crooked grin. “honey,” she then placed her hand on your shoulder and spoke closely into your ear, “your father is parked down the street. we need to leave soon and get these out of the cold, so please finish your conversation quickly.”

as soon as she slipped past you and began striding swiftly toward the car, you could already taste the muddled defeat on your tongue. if you weren’t protruding the mirage of a spoilt rich girl then, you certainly were now. at least he didn’t blow any smoke into her face, though that didn’t diminish the fact you were going to receive a lengthy lecture in the car.

“why would you say we’re friends?” you scolded wonwoo.

“because you don’t have any.” he responded matter-of-factly while tapping some ash off his cigarette.

“that’s not true! what do you even know about me anyways, apart from that i’m rich.” you made sure to incorporate in-air quotations.

wonwoo pushed back the silver tresses dancing in front of his glasses, embracing the cool, afternoon current against his face.

“not a lot,” he admitted, “you come for drinks every few fridays. sit at the table looking like you hate your life and all the people in it. then you leave with your phony little rich clique.”

“not to be rude, wonwoo—” you almost wanted to laugh; you came here to thank him. now that ship had completely sailed— “but you’re kind of a dick.”

he then had the nerve to roll his eyes. “you’d drop to your knees and suck mine in a second, babygirl. now didn’t your mother say you should hurry up and get in the car? the princess can’t be out of the palace i’m guessing, especially not to talk to assholes on street corners.”

what else could you do apart from swallow your own frustration, bite your lip, and brush past him? there was nothing. it was too bitter to stand outside anyways. a strengthening winter wind was beginning to pick up from the north, the sting making your eyes water. at the same time, your cheeks were hot metal. if no one were on that street, you certainly would have taken him right into your mouth and sucked him dry. he was ridiculous and cruel, but you loved the unhinged nature he unearthed in you. it was liberating in a sense.

you wondered what would become of your relationship.

“where did you say you were going again?”

you looked up from the porcelain dinner plate, in which you’d been picking at the last few crumbs of your wine reduction pineapple cake. it wasn’t your favourite dessert, though you always finished every meal out of respect for the family’s personal chef. you saw your father reach for his water glass. he took a long sip and eyed you over the candlelight and scarlet poinsettias. it was in a way that was completely and unabashedly suspicious.

“ester and i are going to the jewellers to get a custom necklace as aria’s christmas gift. i told you like five times already.”

of course, that was a gigantic lie. you and ester had already gotten the precious necklace last week, you just needed a reasonable excuse.

“and you’re coming straight home, correct?” his voice was stern and unnegotiable.

“i always do.”

“not always.” your mother chipped in as she cut a piece of the glazed cake with her fork. “you’re not going to see that one character, are you?” she always called people with less fortune characters, like they weren’t even considered to be real.

“who?” you acted clueless, and poured yourself more of the sugary, pink lemonade.

“you know who,” there was already a note of displeasure in her voice, “that boy from the corner. the one who smokes. i wasn’t very impressed by his actions.”

you started to squeeze the white cloth across your lap. “he’s trying to quit. i’ve persuaded him.”

“he won’t do it,” your father shook his head, “and he’s not right for you. i don’t want you near him.”

“and that’s why you’re coming straight home after the jewellers.” your mother continued, not allowing you the breadth to speak.

this family couldn’t get any more ridiculous, you were tempted to scream. instead, you pushed out your chair and collected the utensils sitting on your placemat. a maid passing by had scrambled to assist you, though you told her thoughtfully that you could take care of yourself. in actuality, it was the perfect time to get going, just as you could feel the anger warm your own blood to a boiling crimson. you threw on a long peacoat, a spritz belonging to a vanilla perfume, and your saint laurent opyum heels.

“i’ll be home soon!” you shouted down the marbled corridor, but it was only your own voice that echoed back to you.

your knees were beginning to lose feeling from being pressed against the sponge-like carpet of wonwoo’s bedroom, and they would probably ache like hell whenever you came to your feet again, but for the time being, you really didn’t care. your hands were braced against wonwoo’s knees as his hand tangled possessively through your hair, each of his tugs causing your scalp to burn and tingle. you were crying. you loved to be used by him, and he loved using you. especially the warm inside of your slick mouth.

“ff-fuck, that’s it, babygirl, j-just let me fuck your pr-pretty fuckin’ face.” quickly heeding his words, wonwoo bucked his hips up in a sudden snap, the head of his cock nuzzled deep against your throat.

consequently, you gagged, and there were glossy trails of your own saliva uncomfortably pooling down your chin. he bucked up again, his fingers clasping your hair even tighter. you were struggling to breath around him, white, cottony spots blurring your vision while he forced you to take him even further. you were clutching onto his knees with enough strength to bruise his pale skin. but hearing his voice, lined with lust, heavy and laboured, how it hitched when everything felt too good; you were addicted to it.

“you’re so good at this—,” wonwoo grunted through his teeth upon jamming your head down again, “m’gonna cum down your f-fuckin’ throat, baby. be a good girl n’ m-make sure you swallow a-all of me, huh?”

you learned that wonwoo was really filthy. he didn’t have a preference for where he came, though you had to regulate his carelessness. if any of your clothes even got one rip, one pulled up thread, or god forbid a stupid ejaculation stain, your mother would put your head on a mahogany plaque. wonwoo always made fun of you for belonging to a rich family, having to act like the town’s local sweetheart because one wise crack might cost your parents a lost business partner. but you knew he loved it.

the elegant daughter of a rich heir running around with the outlandish punk? he adored it.

eventually, you had to come up for breath or else you would’ve fainted between his thighs. the air gushed into your lungs and coldly filled your chest. a string of your spit was connected from wonwoo’s flushed, hard cock to your wet lips. you could hardly discern anything that surrounded you. the oxygen had yet to thoroughly circulate and the tears were creating a thick blur. wonwoo started to stroke himself while you prepared to take him once more. the empty void in your mouth was a horrible feeling.

“you look like a fucking mess.” wonwoo grinned as he noted that your body was shaking. “am i being too rough with you, babygirl? should i just jack myself off and cum all over your face instead?”

“n-no,” you suckled in a half-hearted breath, “i-i can do it.”

wonwoo smirked. “you still want it down your throat?”

you could see him clearly now. his cheeks were tinted pink, and his eyes were impossibly dark, glittering in anticipation. without thinking, you nodded eagerly, knowing this was what you wanted. he then tapped his cock against your swollen lips, to which you opened up again and calmly took him as deep as you could. he watched your eyes glister with more tears before he started thrusting up into your mouth. his fingers were gentle. they brushed the stray spindles from your face, now destroyed by tears and drool.

“i’m surprised your tears aren’t pure gold,” he laughed, “i guess you aren’t so special.” your spine tingled as his hand crept back through your hair. “m’gonna make you cry even harder, baby.”

his grip had turned to solid iron against your scalp. you got less than a sliver to brace yourself for his unrelenting treatment, in which he pushed you straight down on his cock and kept your face right where he wanted it. with his hand against the back of your head, wonwoo snapped his hips upward, feeling you immediately gag in response. then, he unleashed on you, using your mouth as a mere fucktoy, getting all his pleasure’s worth from you in each of his hard thrusts. everything was so overwhelming and rapid.

wonwoo couldn’t help the mantra of guttural, taunt curses. he started to moan even, his deep voice cracking the second he felt his sticky cum start to abundantly spurt. without a warning, you struggled slightly to accept and swallow it, though wonwoo was intent on keeping you flush to his pelvis until every drop was polished off. he was still thrusting shallowly into your mouth, and you could feel his length gradually begin to soften. his release was warm, and it was similar to cream sliding down your throat.

after he removed himself from your mouth, he titled up your head by the chin.

“did you swallow it all yet?”

you shook your head. quickly, the side of your hot cheek was met with wonwoo’s hand. he’d given you a timid slap, one that wasn’t meant to hurt, but stung gingerly.

“i wanna see you swallow, babygirl.” he purred. “be good, won’t you?”

your tears were dribbling uncontrollably as you fully swallowed his seed. god, your throat felt like it was on fire. each muscle in your jaw was burning up ardently. your knees were so numb you didn’t even think you could stand. there wasn’t enough time for wonwoo to return the favour. you were sure he could smell the thick scent of your arousal, especially as it ruined your underwear and shone on your inner thighs.

but you didn’t care. having him use you for the night was enough.

“are you alright?” wonwoo asked, getting himself back in his pants.

you didn’t respond, just gripped onto his knee tightly and attempted to stand. your opyum heels were still on, and you nearly broke an ankle as the blood rushed into your legs. wonwoo stood also. he stabilized you by holding your shoulders, at least for a good minute. pulling back your sleeve, you rid the tears that stained your face with a quick wipe from your hand. you were going to have to be very speedy getting back to the house, unless you wanted your father to send the swat team after you.

“god,” you sighed with a raspy, dying voice, “i hate my life.”

wonwoo scoffed at you lightly.

“what lie did you tell them this time?”

you muttered, “i was going to the jewellers.”

“that’s a long time to be at the jewellers.”

“i know that,” you snapped quickly in response.

more tears pushed at your ducts. you couldn’t believe how unhappy you were, even despite having every material thing you could ever want. sometimes that particular thought would just pummel you out of nowhere and you’d fight back the urge to cry.

wonwoo’s hand cupped the side of your face. his thumb stroked gently beneath your eye and he leaned in to kiss your mouth softly. his tongue tasted like a cherry lollipop. he really was trying to quit smoking.

“what are you gonna do, babygirl?” wonwoo hummed, pressing his forehead against yours as he continued to brush your cheek.

you held his waist. “i dunno,” you croaked, “my parents don’t like you. my dad doesn’t want me near you.”

“then don’t tell him i fucked your face, princess. it’s easy.”

there was a puff of meek laughter in your chest. for a few more minutes, you let wonwoo hold you. it was the most comfortable and happy you’d felt all day. you were running short on time. the first thing you’d do when you get home would be to run a hot shower and most likely finger yourself while you thought about wonwoo’s cock lodged deep down your throat. maybe one day you’d really snap and stuff all your belongings in a suitcase and come live with him in the shitty scope of town.

but for now, that seemed unattainable.

you’d have to come up with another lie as to why you just spent two hours at the jewellers.

“the earrings were the most magnificent things i’d ever seen! i’m going to wear them for my modelling gig next month, in paris of course. i’ll even text you guys some photos of them when i get home. they have these little opal centres that absolutely sparkle.”

just one more word. if you had to listen to aria babble one more word about her modelling gig or her stupid opal earrings or her all-expense paid trip to paris then you might have to throw your glass of chardonnay in her face. those were the only three things she talked about. then the month would change and she’d have another three things to drive into the mud, yet everyone at the table ate up her words like they were a slice of chocolate cake. you were starting to develop a headache.

“that’s wonderful, aria!” ester was gleaming as she readjusted the strap on her pearl-white dress. you could just tell she was dying to incorporate tales of her own wealth into the conversation. “i can’t wait to see your modelling pictures. that reminds me, i still have some old videos from when i went parasailing in bali. do you guys wanna see them?”

everyone started crowding around ester’s side of the table, attempting to view the footage she was pulling up on her phone screen. however, you didn’t budge, and continued to stare with a dull look in your eyes out the bar’s front window. through the glass, you could see wonwoo standing at the street lamp with his friends, swirling around another lollipop from cheek to cheek. you wondered if it was cherry. his last flavour had been green apple. you tasted it on his tongue when he’d fucked you in the backseat of his car.

but that was a week ago.

“don’t you want to see?” ester was smiling at you.

winding your fingers around your thin wine glass, you shrugged. “i’ll pass.”

“suit yourself.” ester replied, and started to play her first video.

you hated everything about this situation.

wonwoo was right. you really didn’t have any friends, and that became especially clear as you observed everyone at the opposite end of the table, adoring ester’s cute, ditsy little parasailing videos that her boyfriend took. you wished you liked the same things these girls did. your life would be one-hundred times more enjoyable if you just embraced your sumptuous blessings and shed a couple brain cells to be on the same level as them.

then again, you didn’t want to be exactly like them.

they left you to get home by yourself just because you drank too much. at a bar.

pressing the wine glass against your lips, you tilted your head back and easily gulped down the remaining chardonnay. it was a pleasant coolness that streamed down your throat, and you slammed the glass onto the table once it was emptied; even slouched back in your seat and didn’t bother patting your lipstick dry with a tissue. aria raised an eyebrow at you. she looked like she was itching to say something. you were in the mood for a challenge. if she was going to make a passive aggressive comment, it better be soon.

“i hope you have a designated driver.” she finally decided to chuckle.

you rolled your eyes. “shut up, aria.”

ester and her friends immediately looked up from the phone.

“excuse me?” aria replied while tucking a strand of her behind her ear. she seemed a bit baffled by your sudden disdain. “i don’t believe i’ve ever heard you speak like that.”

you were beyond a point of caring. “what are you gonna do then? tattletale on me? you’re such a fake.”

“that’s way out of line.” ester intervened, staring you down intensely. “why are you acting like this?”

“whatever.” you stood up from the chair and reached for your coin purse, revealing a wadded clump of cash that you slapped on the lacquered table. admittedly, the alcohol concocted with your frustration (not to mention being around wonwoo’s snide personality) had quite the effect on your behaviour. if you never had to see these girls again, it would be too soon. you couldn’t believe that you’d even went through the effort of buying aria a christmas present. the only thing she gifted you was a card with her signature on it.

like that was fucking useful.

“i think you need to leave.” ester announced like you weren’t already gathering your things.

“exactly.” you falsely commended her.

she probably had a pea-sized diamond in her skull instead of an actual brain. “i’m leaving now before you guys get the chance to ditch me. don’t worry about it though. i can actually walk myself out this time.”

if only you had a camera ready to capture their gobsmacked expressions. it would have been embarrassingly laughable. you flicked past them toward the door and pushed into the nighttime air, which was crisp and wonderfully cold to your warmed flesh. you felt powerful for summoning the courage to break ties with them, and yet, at the same time, you found that you were on the verge of tears. they deserved to have their toxic behaviour thrown back in their face. it was just that you felt a bit broken.

now you truthfully were alone. well – apart from wonwoo.

you approached him as he stood at the corner, still suckling on his lollipop. him and his friends were in the midst of a humorous conversation when you tapped on wonwoo’s hard shoulder. you always wondered what they spoke about. it always seemed more interesting than the lifeless talk you once endured inside the bar. he didn’t seem all that surprised to see you, though he did look with concern at the watery film across your eyes. you could smell the sweetness of his lollipop; it had to be strawberry.

“are you okay?” wonwoo asked, his breath forming wispy cotton against the dark sky.

you ignored his question. “i want to go back to your place.” you told him.

“now?” he raised his eyebrow.

“yes. now would be good. i’ve just been thinking, and i really want you to eat me out.”

you didn’t care if his friends overheard. apparently, wonwoo didn’t care either. he smirked at you and licked his lips, though there remained a bit of uncertainty in his eyes. you had yet to answer his initial question. from inside the bar, you knew those girls were staring at you, watching you talk to wonwoo.

they were definitely going to tattle to your parents.

your fingers clawed mercilessly over the bed, practically uprooting the linens tucked beneath the mattress as wonwoo kept your thighs tightly locked apart. everything felt so dense, so hot, like the universe was pushing down on your chest and igniting flame inside of your body. you lifted your head off his pillow, only capturing a mere glimpse of his pink tongue gliding past your slit, the muscle coated purely in your arousal. he started to fuck you with his tongue, digging it as deep as he could within your heat.

unabashedly, you moaned, extremely loud and most likely disturbing everyone in his apartment complex. everything about the technicality and purpose of his movements was pushing you toward a climax that would be unlike any other. he was so impatient to get a taste of you that he hadn’t even taken your skirt off, instead bunching the pleated material up against your stomach while your underwear were thrown to the floor. suddenly, you were gasping, and your head collapsed back to the pillow.

wonwoo had managed to wriggle his hand between your thighs. as he ran his tongue in hot, fervent licks against your needy clit, he pushed two fingers inside of you, scissoring you open.

“ffuh-fuck, wonwoo!” you wailed, your hand grasping at his soft hair to keep his tongue against you. “it fe-feels s-so … s-so fucking go-good!”

he’d been taking his sweet time in building up your climax. you allowed him to have his way with you, since he knew how to work your body as though he were magic. his fingers started to curl. it didn’t take him long before they were hitching up into that one golden spot, the one that caused the entire room to whirl. you could tell that he was smiling. he began to messily circle his tongue around your clit. the sensation of the warm, wet muscle pleasuring your most sensitive region was leaving you breathless.

“c’mon, babygirl,” wonwoo mumbled against your core, his fingers thrusting up heavily and abusing that spot inside of you, “you gonna let go and let me taste your cum? you’re fucking dripping all over the bed.”

there was a glimmer of drool leaking from the edge of your mouth. you were so blissed out and crammed with euphoria that you could hardly articulate a response. wonwoo wasn’t giving you much of a chance either. he started a brisk pace rubbing his tongue against your clit, and then he closed his plump lips around you to better flick it with the pink muscle. his bicep was probably burning as he slammed his fingers deep into your heat, making you squelch. your slick had thoroughly soaked the sheets beneath you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted, arching your chest into the air, “i-it’s s-so much, w-wonwoo—m’gonna—nngh—m’gonna cc-cum!”

wonwoo kept your hips pressed firmly to the mattress with one arm as your pleasure exploded. the tears easily streamed down your flustered, glossy face as this extreme contraction passed through you. it was incredibly wet, too wet, and you knew exactly what had happened as wonwoo pulled out his glistening fingers and completely buried his face between your thighs. god, it was fucking embarrassing. you would have curled away from him if wonwoo wasn’t so persistent. he kept licking at you, hard and fast.

at that point, your tears were no longer tiny beads. the sensitivity had left your nerves completely raw, and you sobbed helplessly as wonwoo continued to eat you out. his tongue felt like it was lapping everywhere, impatient and hungry. you tried to pull him away by dishevelled hair, but he swatted your hand back and bit down softly on your swollen clit. before you even knew what was happening, wonwoo had somehow forced your body into another orgasm. his tongue was inside of you as the second wave hit.

“pl-please,” you whimpered in utter fragility, the mixture of pleasure and pain becoming too overwhelming as wonwoo attempted to lick you clean, “pl-please, wonwoo… i-it huh-hurts..”

he chuckled against your sore flesh warmly. “are you sure you’re done, baby? bet i could make you squirt again if i was real gentle.”

“i-i don’t want to talk about it…” you said shakily. honestly, you didn’t even know your body was capable of feeling that much stimulation and pleasure. it was cosmic.

“awe, don’t be embarrassed,” wonwoo hummed, “you have no idea how fucking hot that was.”

“i don’t want to know.” you sighed.

wonwoo scoffed innocuously. he pecked the inside of your thigh, then each hip bone, before he crawled overtop of you and let you taste your own sweetness off his tongue. you spent a few minutes idly making out, smearing saliva over each other’s flushed lips, running your hands up and down his broad, hard chest, leaving scarlet rivulets along his biceps. wonwoo began teasing his fingers against your slit again, and you gasped into the kiss as his finger sunk into you, slowly, deeply.

“what’s wrong?” wonwoo asked while pumping the digit at a gentle pace.

“what do you mean?” you squeaked, staring into his brown eyes tinged with his earlier concern.

“you know what i mean,” wonwoo hummed, “why were you about to cry outside the bar? what happened?”

“are you sure we should discuss this while you’re fingering me?”

“baby, just tell me.” wonwoo urged with a comforting tone in his voice. he started to massage his thumb over your clit, and your entire body jolted.

you sniffled. “i-i just, i— i kind of cut ties with my friends. a-and i’m glad i did it but now i’m just gonna be even more a-alone.”

“of course not,” wonwoo shook his head, “you have me.”

“are you sure?”

slight amusement and shock coloured wonwoo’s face. he pulled his hand away from your core and looked like he wanted to laugh. you couldn’t blame him, but you also couldn’t help your insecurity.

“i’m sure, baby.” he told you firmly. “i’ll always be here for you. i promise.”

you smiled up at him, feeling your heart start to soften.

“can we take a shower?” you then proposed. “i want to get these tears off my face before they dry.”

while wonwoo was busy getting the water running inside the bathroom, you noticed your phone start to glow and vibrate on his nightstand. it was your mother’s number on the screen. taking a long, slow breath, you flipped your phone upside down and ignored the call. it was a risky move, but it felt almost healing in a sense to turn away from the stress in your life. instead, you focused on what mattered in the moment.

wonwoo joined you in the shower, the water gliding in silk-like pathways around his lean muscle and smooth skin. he pushed back his wet hair, sparkling droplets sticking heavy to his eyelashes. he pressed you against the tiles, and their icy touch sent a shiver up your spine. in the midst of the steam and heat, he was kissing you again, suckling softly on your tongue and squeezing your breasts in his hands. his aching length, hard and heavy, brushed between your thighs, to which your palm started to glide up his shaft.

he smiled against your mouth, “you want my cock inside you, babygirl?”

the fire slowly rebuilt itself from the embers in your stomach.

“yes please.” you lilted innocently.

wonwoo decided to press your front against the glass wall instead of the tile. his lips were leaving drifting pecks up your shoulder blade, and he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. a rough, deep groan filled your ear as wonwoo rubbed his cock between your folds, allowing your arousal to coat him generously. however, you were yearning to feel how he filled you entirely, until you could feel him nestled right to the brink. wriggling your hips against him, it was your non-verbal cue for him to start sliding in.

he cupped your breasts in his hands, whispering into your ear, “how should i fuck you, baby? do you want it hard?”

as impatient as you were, there was something about the atmosphere that told you to prolong your intimacy. “n-no,” you mumbled as the fog swathed around you, “s-slow, i want to feel you.”

your moan was almost louder than the water spraying against the tiles when wonwoo started to push inside of you. once he was buried as far as could fit, he started to grind into you, extending his pace so that you could truly feel his every inch and vein. his fingers were massaging your chest, the round flesh almost like velvet to his touch. everything about your body was endearingly soft and warm. he loved it.

“does it feel good, babygirl?” wonwoo purred. he was situated at such a pleasurable depth inside you that you felt like complete gelatine. he thrust into you a little harder, but it was enough to make you cry.

“s-so good,” you stuttered, licking the water off your lips. “do i feel good t-too?”

wonwoo smirked. he moved his hips at a shallow pace. “mmhm. you’re so tight and warm around me, baby. feels so perfect. how pretty do you think your pussy would look with my cum dripping out of it? should we try it?”

you pushed yourself back against his pelvis, “fill me up, wonwoo, please.”

“of course,” he grinned, and slowly dipped a hand down your stomach until you felt him begin to rub soft circles into your clit.

“let’s see how much you can take, babygirl.”

you were exhausted. you were sore. but you felt safe. you made an audacious decision and decided to spend the night at wonwoo’s rather than going home, where you knew you’d be greeted by an equally displeased mother and father that aria had snitched to. it was the first time you’d gone to bed without wearing pyjamas that weren’t expensive, pink satin. you were clad in nothing but one of wonwoo’s old t-shirts. he tried to give you one that didn’t still carry the scent of stale cigarette smoke.

his arm was around your waist, your spine resting comfortably against his chest while you lay together beneath the bedsheets. the sheet that was stained in your arousal had been tossed in the laundry hamper. you knew wonwoo would never stop teasing you about it. anyways, life felt different at his apartment; in fact, it felt better, especially when wonwoo kissed your temple before shutting off the light. your wealth had never been a defining factor in your personality, but it did make you consistently miserable.

that night, it was just you and a boy, a boy who you were quite positively in love with. maybe he loved you too. you weren’t completely certain yet, and you didn’t want to rush anything; however, you felt fairly confident his heart was likewise when he buried his face into your neck and wished you goodnight in his low, sleepy voice.

whatever your parents had to say, you’d find out tomorrow morning.

right now, you weren’t the rich girl, but a happy girl, and that mattered more to you than anything else.

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Word Count: 1,550ish

Summary: The Stark Expo begins.

Tony had drunk and partied all night and day before the opening ceremony of the Stark Expo. Y/N, Pepper, and Tony were currently on a jet, flying to the expo. Tony was going to arrive there via Iron Man suit. Y/N nervously bit the inside of her cheek as her and Pepper watched Tony throw up. She was nervous about Tony using the suit. Y/N had called Fury for help a few weeks ago, and sent him the information JARVIS let her see, but hadn’t heard anything back. Fury had told her that he would handle it, and she trusted that. She just didn’t understand why she hadn’t heard anything yet.

Tony and Y/N had been on the rocks as of late. Y/N kept asking what was wrong and Tony kept denying that something was wrong. So he ended up pushing her away. Which was actually hurting the both of them.

“I’m not going to make it,” Tony whispered into the toilet bowl. “Oh my, gosh,” he groaned, throwing up. “I’m not going to make it. Oh gosh!” He threw up again. “I’m serious. Give me a little space.” He waved towards Pepper and Y/N who were leaning against the doorway of the jet bathroom, watching him suffer. “I can’t—“

“Get up,” Pepper commanded, obviously done with his dramatics.

“Oh, gosh,” he groaned again. “I can’t go through with it, I’m telling you.” Tony slowly sat up, leaning against the wall.

“We don’t have time for this,” Y/N exclaimed. “We have to go.”

“Oh gosh,” Tony closed the toilet lid, “you don’t want to see that.” He flushed the toilet before standing up and using the doorway to hold himself up. “Where am I?” He panted. “Do I look weird?”

“You look like you look everyday,” Pepper said. “You look like you have a hangover.” Y/N and Pepper began guiding him towards the doors.

“Mist me with a Sheen thrower, will you? I literally almost just died in there. Give me some toast, give me some crackers. Ginger ale, anything. Give me some Advil.” Tony made his way to a seat.

“We don’t have Advil,” Y/N said. “We have Motrin.”

“Motrin?” Tony faced Y/N. “I’m telling you there is something seriously wrong—“

“Yes, there is something seriously wrong—“

“—with giving a grown man Motrin!”

“—with you! It’s a brand name!”

“I’m not on my cycle, Y/N!”

“It’s ibuprofen!” Pepper added.

An alarm began beeping and a man started talking over the PA, notifying them that it was time for Tony to jump. Pepper grabbed Tony’s arm and pulled him up.

“Abort mission!” Tony shouted. “There it is!” Tony pointed to an oxygen mask connected to the wall, stumbling towards it as Pepper tried to guide him. “Abort! Tell him to stop saying we’re dropping.”

“We’re not—“ Pepper began as Tony grabbed the mask and continued shouting.

“I am not doing this mission!” Tony stuffed his face into the mask. Y/N simply stood back and rolled her eyes.

“We’re not aborting the mission. Do you have any idea the level of coordination it took for the DOD to approve this?”

“We are over the drop zone, Tony!” Y/N exclaimed, done with the way he was acting.

“What?” He turned around to face her.

“Yes!”

“Let’s do this, baby,” he whispered, huskily, before walking over to the ramp. The two women followed, stopping beside Tony. He quickly turned and grabbed Y/N by the arms. “I know I can be selfish sometimes. And I know I don’t say it enough.” Wow, was Tony Stark actually going to thank her? Apologize? Or at least saw something nice? “But how’s my hair?” Or not.

“You’ve said that before,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I know, but this time, I mean it. Is it piece-y enough? Do I need more product?”

“Yeah, you’re looking good,” Pepper said from behind Y/N.

Tony dropped Y/N’s hands and walked to Pepper. “You like the wind-blown look?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give me a smooch for good luck. I might not make it back. This is heavy stuff.”

Pepper brought the Iron Man helmet up to her lips, which she had been carrying around the whole time, and made out with it for a few seconds, before throwing it out of the jet.

“Go get ‘em, boss,” she smirked at him.

Tony ran towards the end of the ramp. “You complete me,” he stated as he jumped.

Y/N watched as Tony flew, a little sick to her stomach. She had been working on her fear of heights, but she still was ready to ever have to jump from anything too high again. Pepper watched Y/N carefully, as they went back into the jet and sat down.

“What’s with you two?” Pepper asked. Y/N immediately looked at Pepper, confused. “You guys seemed to be more annoyed with each other than usual. Did something happen?”

“Nothing’s happened. It’s just Tony being Tony and me doing my job.”

“Are you sure? Did you two… I can’t believe I’m going to ask this… Did you two sleep together?”

“No! I’m more professional than that! Plus, he’s been too busy screwing any model that simply breathes in his direction.”

“It’s true. I thought he was getting better, but then… I think this whole Iron Man thing has gotten to his head,” she sighed.

“We’re hovering just off the ground outside the Expo,” a man said over the speaker, as he lowered the jump.

The women stood up and walked to the edge of the ramp. They both jumped out and made their way towards the dome that the stage was held in.

“I’ve got to talk to a few people about vendors,” Pepper said once they were in the building. “Happy should be back stage waiting for you.”

“Thanks.”

Pepper gave her a small smile before walking the opposite direction Y/N was headed. When she got back stage, Y/N realized that a video of Howard was playing on the screen. She froze, looking at a video of her long gone friend. He was older in the video, then when she had known him. But he was still handsome.

“Hey,” Happy’s voice broke her out of her trance. “Tony’s ready to go.”

“Okay,” she nodded, following Happy towards the staircase. She noticed Tony was already there.

“How’d I do?” Tony asked her.

“Didn’t get to see it,” she responded. “But I’m sure it was great, Boss.”

“All right, it’s a zoo out there,” Happy stated. Tony threw his jacket at the man. “Watch out.”

Happy and Y/N walked on either side of Tony, as they pushed their way through the crowd of reporters and screaming fans that were lining the back halls. They had to keep both the crowd and Tony in control. Women were throwing themselves at him, kids wanted posters signed, and reporters keep shouting questions. For Y/N, it seemed to take ages for them to get out of that building. Once they reached outside, Y/N took in a breath of fresh air.

“Very mellow,” Tony stated as they exited the building.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Happy agreed with Tony.

“No, it was perfect.”

“Look what we got here,” Happy unlocked the car waiting for them out front. Y/N noticed a women with an envelope in hand, leaning against the car. “The new model.”

“Hey, does she come with the car?” Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed, causing Tony to glance her way.

“Let’s certainly hope so,” Happy stated.

“Hi,” Tony greeted the woman, holding his hand out.

“Hi,” she responded, shaking his hand.

“And you are?”

“Marshal.” That’s when Y/N caught a glimpse of the envelope and caught on. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Irish,” Tony kept walking around the car. “I like it. I’m on the wheel. You mind?” Happy shook his head while removing the roof. Y/N sighed when she noticed that their were only two seats. “Where you from?”

“Bedford.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“Yeah? You found me.” Tony cleared is throat while getting into the car. Happy gave Y/N a small look of apology as he got into the passenger seat. The two men had obviously talked before, and Y/N was allowed to come with. “What are you up to later?”

“Serving subpoenas.” She handed him a letter.

“Yikes.”

“He doesn’t like to be handed things,” Y/N stated, taking the letter from the woman.

“Yeah, I have a peeve.”

“I got it,” Y/N stated.

“You are hereby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at 9 am,” Marshal said.

“Can I see a badge?”

“You wanna see the badge?”

“He likes the badge,” Happy said.

“You still like it?” She questioned as she showed him her badge.

“Yep.” Tony started the cars engine. “How far are we from DC?”

“DC?” Y/N repeated. “About 250 miles.”

The tires squeaked as Tony drove off. Y/N shook her head and sighed. This man was just too much for her sometimes.

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