#but I'll be trying to get out the next book of Towards the Sun before starting anything new

[hollowdeath]

tied down (hjp)

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader AU

summary: you and harry potter, the biggest flirt at hogwarts, have been secretly hooking up for weeks after playing hard to get. harry's been dragging his feet when it comes to making things official, so when his flirty tendencies get him in trouble, you decide to play him at his own game and win.

content warning: mentions of hooking up, toxic harry, alcohol, jealousy, angst. briefly edited, not book/movie/canon accurate.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: trying to write shorter blurbs between my longer requests, so please let me know if you like this! i also think it's my first sfw blurb, but trust that i'll be back w the smut in no time <3

harry was known to be a player around hogwarts. he definitely wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted, as he wasn't often rejected. girls seemed to fall for him before he even got the chance to flirt with them. however, that seemed to change when you came to hogwarts.

harry had immediately tried to hit on you, of course. but he knew there was something different about you right away. not only were you the prettiest girl he'd ever talked to, you were also the hardest to get.

you didn't fall for harry's tricks right away and saw through his act. at first you were a bit put off by his player attitude, but you thought he was cute, so you decided to keep him around to see how far he'd actually go for you. you weren't one to be charmed and dropped within a week. if harry really liked you, he'd have no problem working for you.

so, that's what he did. harry focused his attention on you, made time outside of his friends to be with you, and was actually starting to feel real feelings for you. with other girls there was just this instant attraction, which would then fizzle out after harry got what he wanted. with you, however, the feelings only got stronger the longer you kept him guessing. he found himself intrigued by your clever personality and completely enamored with your humor.

after a while of pining for you, you finally gave in to him a bit. it was hard to hold yourself back from something you also wanted, but it was worth making him fight for it.

harry had asked you to help him 'study', which of course meant you were actually working on your assignments while harry was drooling over you the entire time. you didn't mind for the most part, he can be pretty cute when he gets caught staring, but you weren't about to be the only one working.

"can't you focus on anything for more than 2 seconds?" you had asked harry with a laugh, turning to meet his gaze on you. you were sitting in the library in a secluded section, a dim light above your heads as the sun began setting outside of the windows next to you.

"you. all day." harry smirks, looking you up and down. you rolled your eyes, but harry saw the blush on your cheeks. "and you can't even do that without getting distracted." you tease him, smirking in return as you close your textbook.

"a guy runs into a pillar one time…" harry mumbles, annoyed. you're laughing at the memory, your hand covering your face. "it wasn't funny!" harry insists, but your laugh is making him crack a smile.

you look at him again, and he's enamored with the sight of you. giggling, blushing, the lighting so beautiful around you he swears he believes in angels now. you shake your head at him, still smirking and chuckling. "it was pretty funny." you told him, leaning towards him from laughing so hard in your seat.

"you're pretty." harry deadpans, his eyes searching you over and over. you really were pretty, prettier than harry could ever put into words.

you would normally roll your eyes or scoff at harry's attempt to flirt with you, but he wasn't flirting. he was being genuine. his eyes were honest and full of admiration for you in that moment.

so, you just leaned in and kissed him.

it was simple, sweet, and opened the gates to so much more over time. harry took it as an invite to start kissing you at random, intimate moments as well. nothing more than a kiss for a while, until you were the one to actually push it further by making out, giving harry love bites, touching over clothes, which then lead to touching under clothes…

within a few months you two were hooking up in secret nearly every week. harry had flings here and there before but never anything exclusive and extended like things have been with you. and while you found the secret hook ups to be exciting and fun at first, you didn't want to just be another girl on harry's roster. you were really starting to like him, and didn't want to see yourself get played.

whenever you tried to joke about becoming official, harry would laugh you off or ignore it completely. he knew it was starting to frustrate you, but he'd never been in a relationship before and he was afraid it wasn't what he really wanted. of course harry had feelings for you, feelings he's never felt for someone before, but he's always wanted to keep his options open. besides, he liked your casual hookups. was that so wrong of him?

he liked moments like right now, sitting across from you in the gryffindor common room, hanging out with a few friends and giving each other knowing looks between conversations. while everyone around you knew you two were definitely flirty towards one another, nobody really knew how much time you spent together. not just hooking up, but all the times the other has stayed the night talking for hours until the morning, or all the private study dates alone in the back of the library. you guys were definitely more than friends with benefits, but harry never acted like it when other people were around. he could tell you were starting to find it annoying rather than flattering.

your friends had been talking about a party someone was throwing that weekend when a couple girls walked through the room on their way out to leave. "guess i should start asking around for a date then, huh? what about you, you seem fun." harry's friend called towards one of the girls. they both turned to him, looked at each other, and laughed, making you laugh to yourself.

"what? i clean up nice!" he tried to redeem himself. the girls scoffed at him. "yeah, right," one of them said sarcastically. "yeah," the other said, still giggling as she looked towards harry. "besides, i'd rather go with your friend." she says in a flirtatious voice.

a few of your friends give you a side eye, but you just smirk and look at harry, waiting for his response. he glanced at you before looking at the girl and laughing nervously. his friend laughed heartily. "i don't think he's available that night..." he said, turning his head towards you.

harry throws his hands up defensively, a smirk on his face as he looks the girl up and down. "hey, you never know. i could be." he says with a chuckle. more eyes are drawn to you as you look at him with a curious expression.

"call me then." the girl says with a wink before leaving with her friend, giggling the entire way out the door.

there's a silence in the air as everyone looks between you and harry. he sees everyone's concerned eyes and becomes confused. "what?" he asks with a laugh.

you scoff at him, amused at his confusion. "what was that?" you asked, your tone still playful as you gesture to where the girls were. "what? it was a joke!" harry says, his hands raised in defense again. you click your tongue and roll your eyes, an evil smirk growing on your face. "oh, come on, [y/n]," harry says with an exasperated voice, leaning back in his seat.

"i don't know, harry, that was cold." harry's friend says with a nervous laugh. "yeah, [y/n]'s sitting right here." one of your friends reminds him.

you look back at harry, who's now rolling his eyes. "i was kidding. besides, we never said we were going together," he argues, pointing in your direction. all eyes fall back on you as a few "ooh"s are let out under breaths. you cross your arms, still giving harry that same evil smirk.

he looks at you again, his eyes softening at your expression. "stop, i'm not–""no, you're right. we never said that," you interrupt him with a sarcastic, knowing tone in your voice.

harry gave you a look, knowing what you were doing. "you never know, i could still find a date," you tell your friends, who start laughing with you. harry's friend looks towards him nervously, but his eyes were narrowed in on you. "right, harry?" you ask him innocently.

harry's tongue runs across his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise just from thinking about you with another guy. however, he's not about to let you have the upper hand in front of everyone just like that. "yeah, sure. i could too." he says coldly.

still smirking, you nod your head and stand from your seat on the couch. "perfect, guess we gotta go find me a dress, yeah?" you ask your friends who eagerly jump up to join you on a shopping trip. on your way out, you wave a casual goodbye towards harry without another word.

harry's friend hits his shoulder, laughing at him. "you fucked up," he tells him. harry shrugs him off. "whatever, we're not even dating. besides, she won't actually bring another guy." harry tries to convince himself, still staring at the door. "if you're not dating then why would you care, mate?" harry's friend's still laughing at his misery when harry gets up to go to his room.

harry doesn't hear from you the rest of the week, and gets incredibly anxious the night of the party thinking you actually might show up with a date. by the time he's on his way with a few friends, all he wants is a drink to calm his nerves. because, well, so what if you showed up with a guy? you weren't his girlfriend, and that's how harry wanted it, right?

"nervous about something, harry?" one of them asked, snickering with the others. "shut the fuck up." harry snaps, only making them laugh harder at him. "lighten up, mate. just shag someone else tonight and get over it." another teased him. harry just stayed quiet and ignored their taunts.

harry's already finished with his first drink before he notices you entering the room. you looked fucking incredible. the dress, the hair, the makeup, everything was perfect. any other time he would've been thrilled to see you so dolled up, but he knew you only did this tonight to spite him. you knew exactly what you were doing and you were doing it well.

you were laughing with a few friends and getting your first drink when you spotted harry, already staring you down. you instantly smirked and gave him a look from head to toe before turning away and following your friends to the other room to dance.

harry followed as well, his friends joining behind him to find girls to dance with. the music was too loud to think, but harry's mind was racing watching you sway your hips to the song as you joined the crowd of dancing students. he tried to keep an eye on you but you disappeared into the sea of faces.

"just have fun, mate." one of harry's friends yelled to him over the music, patting him on the shoulder. harry gave him a half smile, nodding in his direction. he was right. if you were going to be like that, harry could play along too. he was the player first, anyway.

scanning the rest of the room, harry finds a decently pretty girl on the edge of the crowd and begins talking her up. he's only half-interested in the conversation with the clearly tipsy girl, his eyes still searching the room to find you again.

he's about to give up and go looking for you when you suddenly come into his view, only a few feet away. you were dancing in front of some guy, he looked like a kid in harry's eyes. you were chatting with him, your hands messing with the bottle in your hand as your hips continued to sway. you weren't even close to him or seemed to be flirting with him at all, but just seeing you with another guy looking as good as you did made harry's fists clench. 

you glanced in his direction and he immediately turned to the girl in front of him and began laughing, nodding his head to the music, pretending he never saw you. once harry felt your gaze drift away, he looked back, and you were gone.

sighing, harry says his goodbyes to the drunk girl and gets another drink for himself, chugging half of it before coming back up for air. he stands by the table for a minute trying to let his heart rate slow before hearing your laugh entering into the room.

harry turns and sees you saying your goodbyes to a different guy than the one from before, some tall kid with terrible posture that harry could easily take on. as he leaves the room, it's just you and harry next to the drinks. you turn and see him, a surprised smile on your face. "hi," you say politely, stepping around him to grab another drink.

"how long were you planning on torturing me, exactly?" harry asked you, sounding angrier than he meant to. you just chuckled to yourself, a confused look on your face as you removed the cap from your next bottle. "what do you mean?" you asked innocently.

harry let out an angry huff, staring at you with his jaw set. "you know exactly what you're doing." harry deadpans. you look at him knowingly, taking a swig of your drink before shrugging. "i'm just having fun." you told him with a smirk. "yeah, i can see that." harry spits out. you're clearly reveling in his jealousy which is only frustrating him further.

he looks you up and down once more and can hardly contain himself. your skin looks so soft, and you smell even better than you look. he's never seen you in such a short dress and it's driving him insane knowing it's not just for him. don't these losers staring at you know harry's the only one that's seen what's under this dress? that he knows all your favorite spots to be kissed, your weaknesses, your fantasies? that he's been fucking pining over you for months to get your attention?

speaking of losers, another one comes into the room and walks straight up to you, ignoring harry like he was never there. "hello, beautiful," he said in a voice that made harry aggressively roll his eyes, turning his head to look away, his hands balling into fists again.

"saw you on the dancefloor and figured i'd ask for a song," he invites you, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. "you've got every eye on you tonight, yeah?" the loser says, causing harry to lick his teeth and turn his angry stare back to you.

you were smiling at the guy politely, too politely for harry's taste, before turning him down gently. "no problem, maybe i'll win you over later." he says with a wink before leaving, never acknowledging harry once.

you looked back at harry with a smug smile. "really? i'm right here." he says incredulously, throwing his hands up. you can't help but laugh. "doesn't feel good, does it? at least i rejected him." you make your point with raised eyebrows, taking another drink.

harry sighs, the anger subsiding as he sets his drink down. "look, it was a bad joke, okay? i wanted to come with you this whole time, and i think you know that." he says with a pout. you just continue smirking. "i know." you say simply.

"then why? why are you doing this to me?" harry begs, a hint of anger still present behind his guilt. you laugh again, and it only makes harry more confused and upset. "just enjoy yourself, harry." you tell him, patting his shoulder like his friend did earlier as you left behind him.

harry downs the rest of his drink and half of his third before returning to the room with the music, seeing a few of his friends dancing with some random girls. as harry walks through the crowd, a girl grabs him by the shoulders and begins dancing with him to the beat of the music. harry looks at her, looks around, and sees you to his right.

dancing with yet another guy.

this time he was holding your hand as you swayed your hips to the music, watching you with a hunger in his eye. harry's rage immediately returned. he looked down at the girl who grabbed him and pulled her closer to him, moving his hips to the beat with her. after a moment he looked back at you and caught your eyes for just a second before you returned to dancing.

harry continued to move with the girl half heartedly in an attempt to get your attention for a few minutes before he saw you heading for the front door with your friends. just as harry broke away from the dancing girl to follow, a completely different guy cut him off to chase you out of the room.

harry could physically feel himself succumbing to his anger as he stomped towards the door. he entered the hallway and saw you standing just a few feet away, your back turned as your friends were dying laughing beside you.

as harry approaches, he sees the guy that just followed you out now in front of you, clearly drunk, asking you repeatedly if you'll give him your number. you're saying, "no, i'm sorry, no, thank you, though," with an uncomfortable laugh, trying to turn him down gently.

the guy literally drops to his knees in front of you, his hands in yours, begging for your number. "please, please, just gimme a chance, you're so–" he gets interrupted by a burp. "so pretty," he chokes out.

your friends are giggling amongst themselves before harry walks up to the guy, stunning them into silence. "she said no, fucking tosser," harry's voice bellows, picking the guy up by his collar from his knees. "now leave my girlfriend alone, yeah?" harry growls into his face before throwing him towards the door. the guy flips harry off before stumbling back into the party.

your friends gasp and laugh to themselves again, telling you they're gonna go before running off down the hall together giggling the entire way.

harry's breathing heavily, his fists still clenched staring at the door. "girlfriend?" your curious voice perks up behind him.

he turns to you, smiling at your shocked expression. his hands relaxed, as well as his mind. "yes, my girlfriend." he says matter-of-factly, taking a step towards you to put a hand on your waist. "i don't want any other guy looking at you the way they did tonight ever again. okay? you win. you're mine." harry says possessively, his hands gripping you closer to him.

you sighed. "i wasn't trying to make you mad tonight, i just wanted you to see that you're not the only one with options." you tell him smugly, your arms wrapping around his neck. "i want to be taken seriously, harry. that's all i ever wanted from you." you say genuinely, your eyes searching his.

harry looks down at you and smiles, admiring you for a moment. "you're all i've wanted since the moment i saw you," he admits, resting his forehead against yours. "i love you, [y/n]."

you smile, leaning in to kiss him softly. "i love you too, harry."

[ninii-winchester]

You’d never know (Part 1)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.3k

Warnings : angst, hurt/no comfort, spoilers s13, Dean is an asshole.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The sun dipped below the horizon, the world slowly enveloping in darkness. The same could be said for Y/n's mind. Dark clouds of hurt and loneliness lingering in the air, encasing her in an impenetrable bubble of insecurities. It was hard time, stating that is an understatement. It was a dire situation. She thought back to how she got here.

When Jack was born, his mother died giving birth to him. Lucifer arrived at cabin to take Jack away. He killed Castiel. Mary fought Lucifer pushing him inside the rift to the alternate universe, but before the rift could close Lucifer pulled her in with him.

Y/n, Sam and Dean watched in terror as Mary fell through and the rift closed. While Sam panicked, Dean was horrified. He couldn't lose his mom, not again. Y/n let out a gasp, her mouth dropped open as the dread settled in. She knew Dean would lose it, he's not gonna sit back knowing his mom is stuck in the apocalypse world with the Devil himself.

After burning Cas and Kelly's bodies, the trio took Jack back to the bunker. The air was tense, Dean wasn't happy with the decision. He didn't trust Jack, he didn't want him anywhere near him, his brother or his girlfriend. It was because of the Nephilim that he lost his mother.

Y/n was worried, Dean had closed off, he was distant. Most of all, he was angry. All the time. He constantly snapped at Sam, brushed her off any given moment. He wouldn't even look at Jack. The kid was trying to make good in Dean's eyes but he just shurgged him off.

Dean started to unwind a bit after the shifter case, and even more when Jack brought Cas back. Y/n was relieved that Dean was coming back to his normal self. After Jack accidentally killed the security guard, he decided to leave. Until he could control his powers, he wouldn't come back. Y/n was worried about the kid leaving on his own but she had faith in him.

"Hey!" Dean said bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. "You seem lost."

"Just thinking." She shrugged closing the book in front of her and putting it back in its place on the shelf. "You need something?" She asked tersely. She wasn't trying to be mean, but lately she didn't feel like he wanted her. After he brushed her off so many times, she didn't bother him.

Dean could hear the formality in her voice, and he knew he deserved it. He had been too preoccupied with his concerns to realise he'd been not only neglecting her but hurting her in the process, when all she wanted to do was help. "Just wanted to say I'm sorry." He gauged her expressions to see how bad he had fucked up.

Instead of speaking, she gave him a look. He couldn't quite read what was it supposed to mean. He chewed on his lower lip, leaning back against the table. With a loud sigh he moved towards her. Laying his hands gently on her waist.

"Dean." She reprimanded. She knew what he was apologising for, but she didn't need his apology. She wanted him to talk to her. She's told him a thousand times that she wants him to communicate. She knows it's hard for him but she needs him to express himself, she needs him to have healthy coping mechanisms. She doesn't want him to shut her out or resorting to alcohol.

"I know, I know." He rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. It wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time."

"I just need you to communicate with me, Dean. We're in this together. For better or worse. Next time, don't shut me out. We'll get through this. We always do." Dean nodded, his green eyes looking at her.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on her head. "I promise."

When Jody called on a supposed lead on Jack, the trio went to find him. When they finally found Jack, he was with a girl, who ran away as soon as she saw the trio. Jack confessed that he was trying to help bring Mary back.

"That girl is a powerful dream-walker, her name is Kaia. She can help us." Jack said.

"You thought good kid. We'll find Kaia and bring Mary back." Y/n said patting Jack on the back.

When they finally found Kaia, she refused to help. She said that it was scary, and that she cannot get them anywhere other than The Bad Place, Dean's patience was running thin, he was growing frustrated, his mind was going off the rails knowing the key to getting his mother back is right in front of him but refusing to help. Sam tried to ask Kaia politely but then Dean pulled his gun from his jacket and undid the safety.

"Get in the car." He said calmly. He was anything but calm.

"Dean." Y/n and Sam warned. He pointed his gun at the young girl and Y/n moved in front of him. "Dean, this is not the way to convince her. You're not thinking straight."

"It's my Mom, Y/n." He growled.

"I know Dean I understand but-"

"No you don't!" He exclaimed. "You'd never know how I feel Y/n. You've never had a mom." Dean yelled and the atmosphere fell completely silent. The only sound audile was the woosh of air. Y/n let out a gasp taking a step back. "You wanted me to communicate huh? So listen to me and listen to me good. You don’t know how I feel, I need my mom back and" he pointed his gun at Kaia "she's gonna come with us either way. And you're gonna move out of the way."

"Dean." Sam exclaimed his eyes widened. He wasn't sure what possessed Dean to say all that but he went too far this time.

It was true that Y/n never knew her mom, she was barely two months old when her parents gave her up. It wasn't until she was thirteen she found out that her parents didn't want her since they were too young to be parents. She had told Dean about her longing for her parents but she never thought he'd use it against her.

Without a word she moved aside, unblocking his path to the dream walker. He motioned the girl with his gun to move and she got into the car, Jack followed. With his jaw clenched, Dean got into the drivers seat and slammed the door.

"Y/n." Sam started, "I'm so sorry. Dean he's..."

"Go Sam." Was all she said.

Sam approached her with hesitant steps, he hugged her tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. Dean watched the two in the rear veiw mirror, the anger flushing away and guilt settling in. He knew he regretted those words the moment he said it but he was far too gone in the moment to realise. He turned his head to the front as he heard Sam slide into the  passenger's seat. The air was thick with tension as they drove off to South Dakota.

Y/n wouldn't lie, sometimes she thought that Dean didn't need her as much as she needed him, she often thought he might leave her but never in a million years did she think it'd be this way. She never expected him to hit where it hurts the most. In that moment, each and every feeling resurfaced. The feelings she tried so hard to suppress, the feelings of being unwanted, of not being enough.

She can't ever forgive him and won't ever forgive Dean Winchester.

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[beef-brisket]

Devil and the Priest!au

(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.

He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.

Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.

Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.

Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...

After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.

He shuddered at the thought.

Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...

Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.

Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!

Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?

Priest: hm... Lucifer...

The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.

Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-

Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!

The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.

The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.

Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here

Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.

Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!

Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.

Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-

Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.

Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.

Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.

Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.

Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.

Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-

Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn

Of course he does.

Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then

Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer

Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.

All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.

[ihrtsevyn]

HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

CHAPTER NINE: about jiwoo. (1.6k)

WARNINGS: angst, reader is referred to as woman.

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Weeks have gone by since you started tutoring Riki. To say you've started to like him more was a vast understatement. Once you dropped your "cold" act that lasted for a mere 3 sessions, You started to become accustomed to him.

Although you had gone many years without interacting with each other, it felt like the spark you had imagined between you two never left.

The both of you had grown comfortable with each other to the point you started to interact with each other outside of the usual library doors.

At first, it was embarrassing to have your name shouted at the other end of the hallway, however, it turned into a typical routine where instead of keeping your head down and speed-walking away from him to avoid lingering eyes, you'd wave back.

During these study sessions, you learned more and more about him. How he microwaves his strawberries, he has a dog named Bisco, he can play piano, and he has a large fear of bugs that you've sadly had to learn the hard way after he accidentally pushed you aside to run away from a nearby wasp.

Something else you learned about Niki was that his grades did not match up with his knowledge. Sure, he was inconsistent with his attendance and would rarely turn in classwork if any at all, but he was smart and an extremely fast learner.

It had gotten to the point where you'd just set a small bulk of his past-due assignments in front of him and study for your other classes until he finished.

The study sessions quickly turned into more of a hangout. Staying in the library together hours after completing whatever workload had stacked up over the week to share hushed laughter and talk about everything under the sun until the library had to close down for the night.

You'd even go as far as to call him your friend, and so would members of the Newspaper Club.

"You're in a rush." Lily offhandedly mentioned as she typed away on the school's computer. Her posture had straightened at the sound of you hastily packing away your belongings but her eyes refused to stray away from the screen.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to meet up with Riki." you answered before slinging the book bag over your shoulder.

"To do what exactly? It's a Friday and I thought you only tutored him on Sundays." J suddenly butted in, a playful yet accusatory tone to her voice as she suddenly invested herself in the conversation.

"I don't know actually, he asked to meet me at the school gates when our session ended."

"Oh? Is he walking you home? That's pretty cute." Yoon commented, a teasing smile growing on her face. "I don't know why he would, I mean— he's never done it before. So, I don't see why he'd want to do it now." You replied with fake unconcern.

You were being honest when you said you didn't know why Riki had suddenly made this decision to meet you at the school gate, but if it was to start walking you home on a frequent basis, you're 100% sure your knees would give out.

"Did you guys need any more help before I head out?" You suddenly questioned, trying to shift focus away from your last comment.

"Nope, we got it from here. Only thing we have left to do anyway is restock the printer paper." J assured with a small smile before hoisting herself up to sit on a desk.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later then." You quickly replied as you made your way towards the exit,

Lily only hummed in response to your statement before saying "Have fun, don't get into any trouble."

A smile crept onto your face as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how much she sounded like a Mom sending her daughter off. "And text us when you make it back home!" Seeun responded, suddenly bordering out of the storage closet with a box filled to the brim with different bulks of paper.

"Okay, Moms, will do."

"About time." Riki groaned out, loud enough for your approaching figure to hear as you made your way into eye view. "Oh, shut up," you said as he pushed himself off of the gates.

"I feel like I've been waiting for forever." He whines as he follows behind your figure. "Yeah, right. Couldn't have been waiting that long since it looks like you went home to drop off your backpack." You pointed out, silently relishing in the feeling of freedom as you got farther and farther away from school grounds.

"I didn't feel like carrying that thing around all day. Plus, it'll be easier to carry yours." He stated nonchalantly.

He reached over to slip your bag off of your shoulders before flinging it across his own, his delicate fingers brushing over your own as he did so. But just as quick as his touch arrived, it was just as quick to leave.

His simple actions shouldn't ruffle you like they do, yet it still happens. You know that when Riki does things like this he never has an underlying intention which makes it all the more pathetic when you feel your stomach brim with butterflies the moment you make skin-to-skin contact with him.

You cleared your throat before wrapping your arms around your stomach, a meek attempt at trying to calm the raging storm of feelings that was happening inside of you.

"So, why did you want to walk me home all of a sudden?" You asked, shifting your gaze around the growing shrubbery to avoid looking in his direction.

"Oh, right. I wanted to ask you something." He shyly uttered, his free hand that wasn't holding your bag made its way to the back of his neck, nervously rubbing it as he looked down at his sneakers.

You glanced in his direction to see that whatever was on his mind had been weighing in on him for a while. "Yeah, what's up?" you asked softly before shifting your gaze forward.

"Um, you're friends with Jiwoo, right?" he asked, out of the corner of your eye you could see him turn towards you. Trying to gauge your reaction and see what you'd say.

It took a moment for the question to fully translate in your mind as if he was speaking a foreign language you had never heard before. Once it did register in your head you couldn't help the shock that overtook your body, nearly making you stumble over your feet.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, it was as if you were a fish out of water. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry and it felt as if you saw the fantasy of your TV romance crashing in front of your eyes. "Yeah, Jiwoo and I are really good friends." You finally managed to push out.

"Why do you ask?" You quickly follow up, your eyebrows unknowingly furrowing.

"I asked because I wanted to know if she was single." He replied, his tone went from nervousness to giddiness in a matter of seconds.

You couldn't turn towards him because you could hear the smile in his voice at the mere mention of her name. You were afraid that if you saw how he beamed at the thought of her that the butterflies that were swarming in your stomach just a few seconds earlier would escape onto the concrete in front of you.

"She's single," you affirmed with a stiff nod.

"Do you think you could set me up with her?" He immediately asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. Each word that came out of his mouth felt like a blow to the gut, killing off each butterfly one by one.

Your head shook 'no' before you could even form the words. "I-...I don't think I could."

"Oh, come on, please?" He suddenly pleaded, turning towards you once again. He wanted you to look at him, whether intentionally or not he knew that if you made eye contact with him you'd fall into his trap just like everyone else.

"Just get one of the basketball players to help. Or one of their cheerleader girlfriends." you tried to reason. "It's not the same," he muttered, tilting his head towards the sky, another whine threatening to come out of his mouth.

"Come on, you'd be the perfect wing-woman. you're good friends with her so it'd be easy and less weird when someone she barely knows tries to set her up with me," he argued, adding onto why he wanted you to set him up with her.

You bit your lip in contemplation. It felt like the obvious answer was 'NO!' but another part of you wanted to agree to set them up. You were happy with the relationship you and Riki had started to build together and you didn't want an elementary crush to get in the way of that.

There was always the lingering possibility that you and him were only ever meant to be friends and nothing more, and maybe, just maybe, Jiwoo was the one for him.

"What do I get out of this?" You quietly asked after the lingering silence.

"Anything you want. If you do this for me I promise I'll pay you back" He swiftly responded before stopping in his tracks, instinctively making you stop alongside him. "Please, just do this for me." He begged, his hands fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he waited for your answer.

"Fine, I'll help you."

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[blu3-ja3]

Price is going through a box at his home when he finds it, it's in a dusty little black frame with the glass cracked that makes it impossible to see the picture. He handed it to Gaz asking him to remove the picture while he continued going through the box. Price forgets about the photo as he finishes going through the box.

It isn't until Price walks into the rec room a week later hearing everyone snickering around each other does he remember what the picture could be. He moves towards the table and sees the rest of his team sitting around O'Connor.

"So he didn't have the mustache until after going to Urzikstan?"

"He got sunburned constantly but because of his bucket hat it was just the lower half of his face. Then he noticed our captain, a big German lad with a massive beard, he didn't get sun burn when he wore his hat..." Price could hear the smile on O'Connor's face, she always enjoyed regaling the boys with stories of Price when a lieutenant and she a fresh faced sergeant.

"When John started growing his out it was nowhere near as glorious as it is now, it was all patchy and inconsistent. The only thing he could grow was a mustache, theirs a picture somewhere of mustache John. It's one of the last pictures of my old squad..." There's a sullen sadness in O'Conner's irish voice. John remembers taking the picture she's talking about it was the last one before O'Connor had to change squads. After she became a lieutenant... Transferred to a less active duty job so Will was better taken care of. It wasn't until he was in his early teens did O'Connor join back for active duty.

"WAIT! I'll be right back I think I know what picture you're talking about!" Gaz's voice came closer towards Price, he walks into the room as Gaz is about to leave.

"Going somewhere Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir, I've got something to show Captain O'Connor!"

Price steps to the side to allow Gaz to pass before moving to sit at the table. Ghost sat quietly reading, Soap had his newest sketch book and was filling pages, Roach was chatting away with O'Connor as she was writing. Price sat down next to his second captain and looked over her shoulder to see her filling out some paperwork.

There are rapid approaching footsteps as Gaz appears panting holding a familiar black picture frame. There's a glint of new glass in the frame, Gaz moves towards Price and sits down next to him placing the picture frame down on the table.

"Captain Price found this while we were going though some boxes at his house. Handed me this, got new glass for the frame."

"Yes this is it, Jaesus, that haircut!"

"Never understood why you kept it so short, you constantly complained about not being able to put it up."

"Old habit, it was one less thing for Oliver to grab when I was trying to get away. I started growing it out after I got the desk job and kept it long because I liked it."

Price remembers those times. When she'd come back from leave with fresh bruises, flinching every time someone raised a hand or a voice. It was relieving to watch her slowly come out of her shell, 8 years of watching her raise William and become more of herself.

"So who's all in the photo, that's Price and you but who else?" Gaz pointed to the 4 others in the picture.

"Well the tall gentleman with the glorious beard is Captain Müller, the lad in the sunglasses is Kinsley..."

"The muppet next to me is Evans and the bloke in the truck is Bernard."

"You look weird without your beard Cap."

"So when do we get to see clean shaven Captain Price?"

"Never, I worked too hard to get this beard to where it is."

"I think I'd leave you if you shaved it, I like the scruff!"

"Should I grow my beard out LT?"

"Your already pretty scruffy as is Suds"

"If you grow it out I'll shave it in your sleep Johnny!"

Everyone continues chattering away, doing nothing while waiting for their next mission.

COD Master List

[justmochi]

interrupted, again

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.4k

synopsis :: mira and wonwoo get interrupted again

time :: may, 2024

warnings :: suggestive ! MINORS DNI

a/n :: had this from months ago and never got to use it but since you want minwoo i'll post it now c:

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Wonwoo had a very late schedule and they hadn’t seen each other in a week, so he asked if he could stay the night where he could actually rest with her. It was just his luck that she had woken up to drink some milk and caught his texts. 

When he arrived, they both helped each other remove her pillows and blankets from her bed and transfer them to the living room so they didn’t disturb Yoohyeon’s sleeping. Mira fluffed up the pillows, propping them against the sofa while he took care of his night routine.

He plopped down as she started turning off all the lights in the room, joining his side on the leather couch. “Are there enough blankets and pillows?”

“It’s perfect, actually very comfy.” He held his arm out, smiling as she curled into his side.

“Are you sure? Can I get you anything else?”

“No,” He yawns. “Just you.” He pulls her in closer, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

She nuzzles her cheek against his chest, smiling as she drapes her arm over his middle. “Tell me about your day.”

Wonwoo goes on to tell Mira about his day, from start to finish. Everything he ate and had to film, to the random cat he saw on the street. “And now I’m here with you.” He kisses her forehead, holding her tightly.

“You did well today.” She smiles, reaching up to grab his jaw and kiss his cheek. “You can rest your handsome little head now.”

She pats the top of his head, while he rests his  palm over her knee and giggles against her skin. She purrs, feeling a blush creep up her neck to her cheeks.

“Thank you for letting me stay on such short notice.”

“I missed you.” She grabs his hand off her knee, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it. “Go to sleep, bao.”

“Okayy.” He lays even flatter against the couch, hugging her to his chest. “Love you.”

She snorts, closing her eyes. “I love you too.”

Mira was able to get a couple more hours of sleep, awaking to the sun blazing through the curtains into the living room. She rubs her eyes, looking next to her and seeing Wonwoo, his hair a mess and one arm over his chest and behind his head. She smiles, trying not to disturb him as she gets up and goes to the bathroom. She brushes her teeth and washes her face before peeking into her bedroom and seeing Yoohyeon fast asleep.

She was gonna grab the book she was reading, but thought it was best not to disturb her member's beauty sleep. She tiptoed back out to the living room, being sure not to wake Wonwoo up when sitting back down.

She had opted for reading on her phone, afraid that the sound of actual pages turning would wake him up. Over the next fifteen minutes, Wonwoo starts to toss and turn, making small movements here and there.

Mira didn’t notice him opening his eyes, too immersed in the digital book she was reading. It wasn’t until he nuzzled his nose against her arm, draping his own across her abdomen. Something inside her fluttered as she reached down to brush her fingers through his tousled hair.

“Good morning, handsome.” She whispers, setting her phone down on the end table and turning towards him.

He groans, pulling the blanket over his head and cuddling closer to her.

“Sleepy?”

Wonwoo hums, resting his cheek flat against her stomach as he massages his fingers into her hip.

She lifts up the blanket, getting a good look at him. “Can you breathe under here?”

She’s not sure what expression is staring back at her, but the second they make eye contact, she feels like she’s been engulfed in flames. She blushes, reaching under the blanket to stroke his cheek. She thinks he looks almost pitiful, but she knows there’s something deeper than that.

He closes his eyes and his hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, making contact with her warm skin and craving even more. His thumb traces over her belly button, lifting her shirt higher until he can finally press kisses to her bare skin.

“Wonwoo…” Her hand rests over his that’s exploring her body, watching every move he makes as her heart pounds in her ears. He turns his head to kiss her palm, looking up at her with dark eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, extending kisses all the way up her arm before sitting up and stopping at her shoulder.

“Did something happen?” Mira whispers, pressing her forehead to his.

“Just more dreams.” His tone is deep, still laced with tiredness as he pecks her collarbone. “Dreams of you.”

The hairs stand up on her body, realizing he probably had lustful dreams about her before he woke up. She had no idea how to process the information that was just handed to her.

“Wonwoo…” Mira sighs, cupping his cheek with her hand and kissing the corner of his mouth. He grabs the back of her head, kissing her deeply as his other palm wanders higher. His tongue gently slips past her lips, his body leaning in towards her. She feels something painfully stiff poking at her leg and her brain takes way too long to connect the dots and realize it’s his erection. “They’re gonna be waking up soon…”

“I’ll be good,” His sigh is rough as he drags his lips down to her jaw. “Just wanna feel you.”

Her cheeks flushed, her heart threatening to burst right out of her body. He leaves kisses on her chest as his hand slithers around her back and climbs up her spine. He’s met with the outline of her bra before slipping his hand underneath and exploring her bare skin further.

She shivers, wrapping her arms around his neck and slipping one hand through the cutout of his shirt. She feels the sharp planes of his back and all the firm muscles.

Wonwoo hooks his fingers over the neck of her top, carefully pulling her shirt down and revealing her bralette. He groans quietly, doing his best to kiss a path down the valley of her breasts with the clothing in the way. “You feel so good. Smell so nice.”

She lets her head fall back onto the cushion of the couch, her chest rising and falling, her head dizzy and full of just him. She claws her hand into his hair, arching her back off the couch.

“So perfect,” He presses his lips along the swells of her breasts, about to pull a cup down to reveal her nipples when they hear a door creak open.

The dorms have always had a way of making someone’s presence known, and the couple were thankful for the warning. Wonwoo raced to let go of her shirt, covering up her bralette and doing his best to make sure she wasn’t revealed. Mira had removed her hands off of him, scooting as far as she could from him on the couch. He helped cover the both of them with the blankets, situating himself so his erection was hidden.

Yoohyeon came into view from the hallway, her eyes squinting as she dragged her feet across the floor. “Good morning.”

She still looks very drowsy and they hope she’s not too awake to realize they were doing anything. Wonwoo raises his hand to wave at her, his cheek resting on Mira’s shoulder.

“D-Did you sleep well, Yoo?” Mira asked with a flush to her cheeks.

“Like a baby. You two couldn’t have slept well on that couch.” Yoohyeon pointed at the two, seeming to have no suspicions as she marched towards the kitchen.

“It wasn’t too bad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to his girlfriend to check on her.

Once her member had disappeared, Mira covered her face with her palms, giggling in embarrassment. 

He frowned, dragging his hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re seriously gonna have to go out of town if we want time to ourselves.” She shields her face from the kitchen, looking at him with a flush to her cheeks. She pouts when she turns to see his face, looking both ashamed and frustrated. She leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

[emlynnnnn]

ODD ONE OUT —

gosling!ken x barbie!reader

summary | You meet some of the other Barbies at beach. Ken gets a bright idea.

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five

. . .

YOU had always been different to the other Barbies in Barbieland. Book Barbie did not enjoy going to beach as much as everyone else—You absolutely hated sand and found little joy in volleyball. You preferred staying holed up in your book shop, reading your days away before you returned back to your dream house every evening as the sun set over the bright blue sky.

Most importantly, you had never had a Ken follow you around like all the other Barbies.

"Please come to beach, you haven't gone in days!" Your close friend, Allan, begged. You attempted to ignore him by hiding behind your book, to no avail, as he had simply pulled it down and away from your head.

"Don't make me, Allan..." You frowned, closing the book as you rested it on your lap. "You know how I feel about beach."

"But you haven't been in almost a week, Barbie... It's no fun going to beach without you," He looked down at you with his doe-y eyes, pouting out his bottom lip.

You thought it over for a few moments, looking away from Allan to avoid the sad puppy-look on his face. "I'll go for a little while," You finally huffed out, trying not to roll your eyes. It was only fair you went with him every now-and-then; he stayed with you at your book shop most other days. "Just let me close up the shop and I'll follow you down..."

Allan cheered, scrambling to the front door of the shop before turning around one more time. "I'll tell all of the Barbie's you're coming! They all keep asking about you," He spoke gleefully before disappearing outside and down the street toward beach.

You let out a small contesting grumble as you began to clean up around your shop to close for the day, double checking you had your beach outfit in the back.

. . .

"HEY Barbie! Long time no see!"

You sent lawyer Barbie a friendly smile as she greeted you at the bleachers on beach, welcoming you to sit down next to her. "Hi Barbie," You acknowledged her with a nod before taking the seat down next to her.

"Where have you been all week?" She asked with a frown.

"I've been... busy with the shop, sorry," You explained as your eyes moved to watch Allan cheer on the other Barbies as they played volleyball. The last thing you would ever do was tell the others you disliked beach. They would probably tell you to visit weird Barbie; no one hated beach!

"Oh! That's so cool!" She clapped her hands joyfully, excited to hear that your shop was doing well.

"What's cool?" Another voice piped in, making yourself and lawyer Barbie turn to see stereotypical Barbie looking at the two of you with her usual bright smile.

"Hi Barbie!" Lawyer Barbie waved to the blonde, signaling for her to sit down next to her like she had done for you. "Barbie was just telling me about how well her book shop was doing!"

"Oh my, that's amazing!" Stereotypical Barbie looked over to you excitedly. "Are you coming to girls night tonight?" She asked with an expectant smile, changing the subject to her nightly parties that she held at her dreamhouse.

You sent her a polite nod having known this question was coming—you couldn't possibly say no without bringing attention to yourself. "Of course, Barbie!" You grinned happily. "I've really missed it the last few nights... I've just been so busy!"

"Great!"

"Yay!"

Cheered lawyer and sterotypical Barbie, thrilled that their friend would be joining them for the first time in a few days.

The three of you had been freely chatting amongst yourselves on the bleachers when there was a sudden voice that called over in your direction, grabbing the attention of anyone in your immediate area.

"Hey Barbie!" The voice shouted eagerly, clearly pumped to see his Barbie on beach.

"Oh, hi Ken," Stereotypical Barbie greeted with a pleasant smile, happy to see her friend.

"Are you gonna play volleyball with us?" He asked with an optimistic grin, his huge surfboard tucked under one of his arms. He had yet to acknowledge you or lawyer Barbie.

As you watched their painfully one-sided conversation, you thought about how you had always felt bad for stereotypical Ken. More so than all the other Ken's in Barbieland, he was regularly ignored by his Barbie. Despite his adorable retriever-like personality and his oddly captivating blond hair, she had never seemed very interested in her matching Ken.

"I'll join you in volleyball after my conversation, Ken!" She told him with a plastic smile, obviously trying to shoo him away. "I want to talk about a book with Barbie," She continued to explain whilst pointing toward you. This piqued your interest, as Barbie was clearly not very interested in reading nor had anyone ever known her to be.

Ken obviously shared this thought as his face seemed to light up with an idea, his eyes falling on you for a moment before turning back to Barbie with a slow nod. "Alright... I'll see you after then?" He asked with a small tilt of his head.

Barbie sent him a nod before she focused back on yourself and lawyer Barbie once again to continue with your conversation.

. . .

THE day after beach was a quiet one, so you busied yourself away once again with one of your books. All you ever did was read books, and sometimes that made you feel lonely. You wanted to hang out with the other Barbies and Kens but that meant regularly going to beach, and you simply weren't willing to make that compromise.

Again; you hate sand.

You jumped in your pink swivel-chair behind the register when the the bell at the front door dinged, signaling the arrival of a customer. You looked up from you book and quickly hid it under the counter, surprised to see that it was stereotypical Ken that had walked through the door.

"Oh, hi Ken!" You sent him a bewildered glance, pushing yourself up from your chair to go greet him. "What're you doing here?"

"Hi Barbie," He flashed a charming smiled as he approached the register, leaning over the counter lazily as he sighed. "I wanted to buy a book for Barbie," He explained, referring to stereotypical Barbie.

The meaning behind that glance he sent you yesterday finally clicked hearing his intentions; he wanted to buy a book to impress his Barbie.

"Well..." You began slowly, trying to hide the amused grin that threated to pull at your mouth. You didn't want to break the news to the poor guy that Barbie had only used the whole 'book conversation' thing as an excuse, so you decided to play along. "What books do you think she would like?"

Ken pursed his lips for a moment as he stared thoughtfully at the wall behind you. "...I'm not sure..." He finally answered, defeated at this revelation. "I didn't even know she read books until yesterday..." He mumbled to himself.

You had to stifle a laugh at his response.

"Well, what do you like to read? You're friends with Barbie so you must like similar things!" He asked eagerly.

"I love a good fairytale," You answered fondly and your eyes seemed to glimmer as you thought about all of your favourite stories. "They're the best stories to imagine yourself in. Sometimes you're rescuing a Ken from a tower protected by a dragon, or you're travelling through the most dangerous seas to find the magical stone to save your friends... You can be anything in a fairytale, and that's what makes them so fun."

"Well then, that should be perfect for Barbie!" Ken grinned, inwardly admiring your clear love for books. "Which story would be the best to get for her?"

You scrunched your face up in thought, wanting to get the perfect book for your friend. You thought it was adorable how committed Ken was to making Barbie happy. "I know which one," You nodded to yourself as you pulled out the book you had placed under the register earlier.

Ken raised an eyebrow at this. "But... aren't you reading that right now?" He asked hesitantly, feeling bad about you wanting him to take it.

You brushed him of with a wave of your hand, sliding the hardback across the front counter towards him. "It's fine! I've read it plenty of times already... It's one of the best books I have, so take it—Barbie will love it," You lied, knowing she would have absolutely no interest in any book he would give her.

Ken picked it up excitedly, holding it close to his chest. "Perfect!" He exclaimed. "When do want the book back?"

"Policy says within a week, so any time within then," You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Great, thanks Barbie!" He shouted over his shoulder as he practically ran to the front door, eager to bring this new book to his Barbie for her to read.

You could finally let out a chuckle as Ken disappeared down the street, trying not to feel too bad for feeding into his delusion that Barbie saw him as anything other than a friend. In fact, part of you started to wonder what it was like for someone to pay attention to you like Ken did to Barbie.

It must be nice, you thought.

. . .

—> part two

. . .

note | this is my first post and story on tumblr… i’ve written a few other things on other sites i’m too embarrassed to mention (😭) but it’s been a few years so i’m probably a bit rusty.

i hope this first part was okay! i’m already working on part two, but i’ll see what people think about this first part before i post another one lmao.

[mashiraostail]

could you elaborate on that wyll turn om your wrote? pretty please? 👉👈

being a wyll fan is literally looksmaxxing.

nsfw under da cut!! My Wyll bias is sooo gnarly i could write a book about him he's sooo handsome.

You were hobbiling towards camp, the sun was already lowering in the sky, not that you had the energy to lift your head up to see the sky and notice. Wyll had your left side and Karlach your right, you were dragging your feet letting the duo mostly carry you.

"I think," Karlach hoists you up a bit, "we should ban the casting of haste on our good friend here for at least 5 days."

"Possibly six." Wyll agrees, squeezing your waist a bit.

"Never again." You turn into him, in favor of Karlach.

"I'm sorry, Gale was hoarding scrolls." Wyll hobbles a bit at the sudden shift of weight but he still helps you along none the less.

"I wasn't hoarding anything!" Gale argues, "don't blame this on me! I'm carrying all the stuff, I've repented!"

You chuckle a bit, "don't be mean to Gale."

"Defending Gale??" Karlach guffaws, "oh god, they're delrious." She hoists you over her shoulder, "Wyll standby, they might need mouth to mouth."

You laugh but reach out for Wyll nonetheless, "Wyll! Get me down!"

You lock eyes for a second with him, not before he gives your body, hoisted upon Karlach's shoulder, a once over . He can see your exposed sides through your armor, the fabric rumpled up so he could even see down to the small of your back. When he looks at your face he can't deny you do look a bit delirious. Your eyelids looked particularly heavy but you were smiling at him sleepy and content.

"Come on, give them to me Karlach you're scaring them." Wyll chuckles a bit and gestures for you.

"I don't know if you can keep this one on a leash." Karlach shakes her head, "what if they really have lost their mind? What if they're a doppelgänger?"

"Is it so odd they would be nice to me?" Gale sounds offended, "I'm shocked, and offended. We really are good friends, the two of us!"

Karlach sets you down on the ground once you can see your camp in the distance and you stumble into Wyll. He steadies you by your waist.

"Alright, be careful." Wyll wraps an arm around you, "Karlach don't shake them around so much next time."

You're laughing, giggling, turning into him. He uses his free hand to rub his face and look anywhere but you. You don't notice the way Karlach snickers but he sure does.

Back at camp the others were already settling in for the night, dinner had been started and everyone was lounging around pretty contentedly given the dire situation you all found yourselves in.

"Let's get you settled down then." Wyll helps you down to lounge against a log by the camp fire. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Your head lolls to the side, "exhausted."

"I can imagine." Wyll produces a small flask of water and hands it to you, "have something to drink. I'll get you dinner." He starts to stand, "and try to wash up a bit? I'd hate for you to fall asleep covered in the dirt from today."

You nod lazily with no real intention of heeding his words, you could sleep in your armor right now. When he returns his own armor had been discarded and he had dinner in hand for you, to be fair to pot wasn't far away but you were almost certain you'd be sleeping right against this log tonight.

"Will you be alright if I go help Karlach out with some things?" The way you reach out for his hand makes his stomach flutter nervously. You're looking up at him with tired eyes, your dinner sitting beside you, forgotten.

"You won't stay with me? I need some place more comfortable to lay on." The back of your head is resting against the log you're leaned on. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

'I....will be back for you as soon as everything is sorted." He feels your thumb slide over his knuckles. You're pulling his hand subtly, enough so that he can feel and just take half a step towards you.

"Can't you sort it later?" You pull again and of course he kneels, not before choking back a gasp tinged with equal parts arousal and surprise. When you're closer to eye level he can see the way you fight to keep your head upright, the way it subtly lolls every time your eyelids linger closed. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to yield to you. He could lay down right beside you and your would go to him, wrap your arms around him, he could take a deep breath of you and enjoy the feeling of your skin against his. He'd wanted to do nothing more since your initial getting together, but he had difficulties finding the right time for such indulgences given your rather dramatic day to day lives. You seemed to not share his troubles, dusting your fingers over the tattered hem of his shirt and down the short hairs trailing towards his pants. He'd seen you look there before, but in the fleeting moments you spared with him you tended not to linger on it.

"Gods-" He doesn't manage to choke it back this time.

"Wyll," He feels your other hand starting up his arm.

"What are you doing now, I can't-" He's willing all the heat out of his face as your hand closes around the crook of his neck, "what are you doing now?" If you can sense his nervousness you don't mention it.

"Oi! Wyll!" Karlach's voice echos all the way across camp, it makes you jump.

"I'm sorry-" You scrub your face, "I'm tired it's...poor impulse control. Karlach is looking for you."

"Karlach is-" Wyll looks over his shoulder, "I'm....I mean she doesn't...it's not pressing." He clears his throat, "if you..have something you need from me?"

"Wyll!"

"It sounds pressing." You look up at him, "I'll..be here I can't move." You flop backwards and the loss of proximity makes Wyll feel cold. He gets up though, seems to dust himself off before heading in whatever direction Karlach had been screeching from.

He almost feels bad for how little help he is to Karlach. His mind simply can't stop wandering to how you stuck to him. How you'd seemed more than open to showing him all the things you liked about him, and all the places you'd wished to linger. He wondered if he hadn't gotten up would you have started letting your lips wander the way your hands did? Even covered in your conquests for the day he still found you to be incredibly inviting. Had you not been in the middle of camp he would have been happy to lay back and let you touch and mouth all over him, if it's what you wanted. And the way you'd said his name then too, it was just knocking around what felt like an otherwise empty skull. Poor impulse control? Did you think about touching him all the time then? What other impulses would your sleep hazed brain be unable to inhibit if you were alone with him? He was almost too egear to find out.

"You know they're alright?" Karlach seems to take his absent mindedness as worry, "just exhausted. It's gonna be okay."

"I.." Wyll shakes his head, trying to get the various nude images of you to fuck off, "yeah..gods..yeah trust me I know."

She seems to perk up a bit, "well is there something I don't know?"

"No secrets between friends, Karlach." Wyll waves her away as the memory of your sleepy, coy smile creeps back into his mind.

True to your word you don't move, not because you don't want to. You simply felt no desire or motivation to get up and move. You do eat a bit, and chat with Astarion briefly, but then you're alone again contemplating the fire. When Wyll returns your glad to see him for more reason than one.

"Gods, you're still in your armor." He holds his hands out to you and you take them, hoisting yourself up. "Come on, if you needed help cleaning up all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't want to trouble you." You follow him staying close behind as he walks around the edge of camp to the water. You cant resist the temptation to reach out and brush your fingers over the exposed nape of his neck, he falters just barely, but says nothing about it.

"It's no trouble." He sits you on a rock and starts helping you remove your armor. You do notice the way his eyes seem to latch onto each and every inch of your newly exposed skin. "It's an honor."

"An honor?" You laugh a little to try and hide your embarrassment, "come off it."

"It is." He insists, even taking off your boots for you. Once your armor was discarded he takes a damp cloth to your skin. "I'm honored you trust me to have you like this. I hope I'm one of a few."

"More like the only." The cloth feels perfect on your sore skin, red from where your armor chafed against you and dug into you all day. You figured, since he's touching you, you may as well get to touch him. You graze your fingers down his forearms, and over the veins on the back of his hand. Your other hand brushes over the side of his neck and down to his chest pulling just barely on the collar of his shirt.

"You'll never be rid of me if you keep blowing up my ego." Wyll warns you, but he's smiling, his free hand is damp too and pinning your hair off your face.

"I don't want to be rid of you, Wyll." You cast your gaze up to meet his, "I'd like you close, just like this, for the forseeable future. Closer even."

He laughs, "well there will be no protest from me." You feel a wave of warm content wash over you at the sound of his laughter and voice which it makes keeping your eyes open all the harder. You drag your flat palm over his chest, then back up over his shoulder.

"Am I putting you to sleep?" He asks, wringing the cloth over the water.

"It just feels nice." You shake your head, "'s all." He brings the rag to your face, beginning to wipe off the dirt stuck to you there. "And your voice is very soothing."

"Is it?" He seems elated to have you like this, if his grin and the flutter to his voice are any indication.

"And you're very handsome."

"I'm thrilled you think so, I've noticed you've been having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself." You can hear the smile in his voice as he drags the cloth down the cut of your jaw, "but am I handsome enough that you'd consider spending the night with me?"

"I was worried you'd never ask." You manage it through a yawn that puffs your chests and pulls out your collarbones in a way that makes Wyll turn his eyes up to the stars to save his own decency.

"You're always invited. You know it's only a short walk across camp from your spot to mine." He's kneeling between your legs to get the best access to your neck and shoulders which he'd left for last. Your hands were wandering again, just like they had at the fire. One on his stomach and the other running up his arm and shoulder. After a moment he discards the cloth, but let's his hands stay against your skin. When you lean forward he isn't sure what you're going to do, but the way your lips graze over his exposed stomach and down to the hem of his pants was probably closer to the bottom of his list. He can feel your breath against his skin, in deep through your nose and out through barely parted lips.

You lean back again to see him, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and arousal.

"I'm not unwelcome, am I?" Both of your hands are on his arms now, like you were mapping out every part of him you liked, he was almost egar to find where you'd indulge yourself next.

"No, not not..not at all." He shakes his head and you feel his gaze all over your face and neck, almost like he was waiting for permission.

"KIss me." You turn up at the feeling of his hands on your face, he's quick to indulge you, and when he does he feels your hands drag immediately down to his chest and stomach.

"You've never touched me like this before." Wyll chuckles into your lips, "it's all very telling."

"My impulse control." You remind him and he hums, a knowing tone in his voice.

"Well feel free to..never control another impulse of yours again."

"Do you intend to make me wait forever, Wyll? To have you?" You wrap you arms around his shoulders and draw him into you, your lips go easily to his throat and down to his collarbones.

"I will not make you wait a second longer." He rolls over with you, taking you in his lap. He easily discards his shirt and feels you working at his pants which he doesn't protest in the slightest. "Tell me what you want." The feeling of your palms against his chest keep him grounded enough to keep talking to you, otherwise he thinks he'd be somewhere on cloud nine.

"Touch me, Wyll just touch me." He watched your chest rise and fall with shallow sleepy breaths, so content to look that he'd plain forgotten your request for him to touch as well. You guide his hands over your body, one on your chest and the other on your thigh. You kiss him, over his neck and shoulders, his bicep his chest, occasionally biting anywhere that looked particularly supple.

"Oh gods you're being unfair now-" He feels you starting to rut against him, "gods you're so lovely."

You're practically purring for him and he realizes he's hardly done anything but call you lovely, and if it was as easy as that he was happy to continue to indulge you.

"Maybe tiring you out like this isn't a bad thing." He feels your hips starting to to stutter and he figures he'll do you the favor of turning you over and helping you along.

"Should I take this off?" He tugs the last bit of fabric covering you and all you can do is nod and drop your head back. You're grateful he doesn't feel the need to tease you or be cruel, he's touching you immediately, fingers stroking over you with a firm touch. You're arching into him gratefully, all the while still practically groping him.

You can feel his breath heavy against the side of your neck as he dips a finger inside, then another. He holds one of your legs against his chest, the other you spread almost comically apart for him. You were holding your breath, you aren't sure why, maybe you'd forgotten to let it out.

He presses his temple against your leg draped over his chest and shoulder while his eyes scan over your body, "don't hold your breath, just let it all out, let yourself go, I've got you, right here." His fingers curl at the knuckles and true to his word you take in a deep, shuddering breath, your hand scrambling for his wrist.

"Please, Wyll," You squeeze his wrist until he pulls away, "I want you."

"I know you do." He runs his palm flat against your stomach, "can't I just enjoy you a bit first?"

"Please." You turn your head away but buck your hips a bit.

"Okay, okay, you know I can never say no to you." He leans down to your lips and you wrap your legs around him desperately as he pushes in.

"Yeah that's it, wrap your legs around me, just like that pull me in. I want to feel you, close." He's rocking his hips into you, he can feel the rattling breaths your taking in as your chest expands against his. He doesn't mind the not so subtle groping of his arms and chest at all, or the way you bury your face into his neck. The biting was unexpected but he really doesn't mind that either.

"You can bite me, hold onto me, it's okay, whatever you want." Your moans make the side of his neck vibrate underneath your lips as you squeeze your legs around him, pulling him deeper. You feel his chest rumbling against yours as he moans, "oh gods, just like that, pull me in, that's perfect."

If he had any idea what the sound of his voice and the rumbling of his chest were doing for you he was being more than generous with you.

"I love to look at your face like this, you can't even keep your eyes open," he looks down at you, just a few inches between your faces, he uses one arm to hold himself up, the other pulls your leg tighter around him.

You head lolls to the side and he makes a quiet noise, like he's kissing his teeth, "don't move, don't move. I'm right here, it's all yours, I'm all yours, I just want to see you." When you turn your head back to him he grins, "that's it, that's it my love."

Now that you think of it, the grin on his face tells you he more than understands what the sound of his breathless voice does for you. He'd probably always been a devil, even without the horns, they certainly helped.

It didn't take long for you to work yourself up to near hysterics, especially when you found the sort burst of energy to turn over. You were sat on his lap, with unfettered access to his chest and arms, and a perfectly clear sightline to his stomach. You didn't need much to finish after that, and when you both do it's easy to flop down onto him, pressing your face into his neck.

One of his hands holds the base of your skull, the other rests on your back. "I'll have to talk to Karlach, about that rule." He pushes your hair to the side, "I'd like for you to always be this honest with me."

"I'm always honest." You sound almost offened, but too tired to push it there.

"It was your body, you love me." He sounds proud, preening, actually thrilled,"you couldn't help yourself, you were practically begging me to touch you and I hadn't even done anything. I quite like this side of you, you know? Who were they? What's their name? How could I see more of them?"

"Stop it," You shove him, your face burns but he couldn't see it, hidden in the crook of his neck, "I want to go to bed."

"I will happily take you there." Wyll's hand drags suggestively down your back and you gasp at him.

"To sleep."

"Yes, I completely understand." He sounds smart when he says it, teasing, and simply delighted.

"And you should carry me, for you indiscretions."

"Oh, nothing would make me happier my love."

[vay99]

Zoro x reader

Let me help you fall asleep

Anime/Manga: One Piece

It's 4am, the party on the ship has died down and the straw hats are littered over the deck. Behalve of Robin who went to bed early. You couldn't sleep on the other hand, you've just layed down with your crew but stayed wide awake.

"Oi why are you still awake?" Zoro asks as he approaches you.

"I can't sleep, you can go back to bed, I'll look after the ship." you answered simply, still hoping he'd stay by your side.

"You look tired."

"I can't sleep even if I wanted to." you shrug your shouldersbefore staring back at the sea again.

"Can you even sleep in clothes like that, doesn't look comfortable." he points out your cocktail dress that you've just bought with Nami, not because you knew you'd have a party tonight and certainty because you wanted to get a reaction from a certain someone. Definitely not the case. And it didn't even work until now, of course he didn't notice it earlier.

"I guess not, but I'm too tired to get changed and too awake to fall asleep." you yawn, feeling your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm right back." Zoro comes back after 2 minutes with a shirt and a blanket. "This should be a more comfortable dress to wear to sleep."

"A shirt of yours?" confused you put the shirt on, over the dress, sitting down the whole time and then wiggle yourself out of the dress which you wear underneath. Zoro had his head turned away during the process to allow you at least a bit privacy. "Soooo comfortable."

"I picked one that's not too big of too small." scratching the back of his neck he hands you the blanket.

"You're the sweetest guy Zoro, thank you." you smile at him, appreciating his gesture. Sanji would've done this within seconds, for every girl, But Zoro is different. He only ever offers comfort to the others as in protection, but right now he offered real comfort." I really appreciate this."

You couldn't hear anything he might have responded because sleep has finally won the battle and took you in.

"Guess I'll look after the ship after all huh?" Zoro says to himself, adjusting the blanket so you wouldn't freeze. "Sleep well y/n."

The next morning everyone woke up one after another, besides you. You slept safe and sound until 2pm, just like Zoro who surely needed a nap after his night shift. You layed on the deck of the sunny by Namis orange trees and nobody disturbed you, until you woke up due to a certain someone...

"LUFFY STOP STEALING OUR FOOD!" Sanji yells at his captain who's fleeing the angry chef.

"Why they gotta be so noisy?" you groan, pulling the blanket over your head.

"You've never been an early bird." Robin chuckles, sitting down on her chair with a book.

"I just happen to like sleep." you mumble, stretching out your arms and legs before allowing your eyes to meet the bright daylight. "The sun is too bright turn it off."

"We'd all die if that happened." Robin chuckles again. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing."

"Thanks." you sit up, running one hand through your hair.

"Seems like he did give you at least some attention last night." she comments in a sweet tone, making your face flush.

"I wasn't able to sleep and he gave me one of his shirts so I'd be more comfortable." you mumble, playing with the hem of the shirt. "He has never done something sweet like this before."

"Maybe he would if you'd tell him how you feel."

"I should... I just never thought he'd have a soft spot for me until last night." you confess.

Right then Zoro stumbles intl your eye sight, standing below you by the door of the kitchen. Face bright red. Oh no. O h n o. Hs heard everything.

"I'll just leave you two to it." Robin smiles, leaving the scene as Zoro slowly makes his way towards you.

Sitting down next to you he stays silent for a while until you decide to break the tension.

"I really appreciate that you gave me your shirt, it makes me really happy." you let out a shaky breath, words floating through your head trying to pick a sentence together that doesn't sound like a toddler that just started talking.

"I know you like those kind of things." Zoro scratches his neck, still avoiding eye contact. "I'm just not good at them. I always tried to look out for you or stay close to you but that wasn't really telling."

"I already guessed that you aren't the affectionate type." you chuckle, letting go some of the tension in progress.

"I don't know." he buries his face in his hands. "I guess when the affection is coming from you I wouldn't mind it- what I mean, I would... like it?" he turns his head a bit, looking at you through his fingers.

"Does that mean I can keep the shirt?" you hug your legs towards you, resting your cheek on your knees.

"Oh you can have all of me." Zoro says in awe, loving the sight of you in his clothes. Looking at one another you enjoy the silence, Luffy has been captured by Sanji and the rest is no where to be seen. Which is most likely Robin's work.

"Aren't you tired?" you break the silence, watching him yawn. "Why don't you take a nap?"

"But I want to spend time with you." he yawns again, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Why don't you lay down and rest." you stretch out your legs, resting your back against the reling as you pat your lap. "I can play with your hair if you want me to, it always relaxes me."

A big hesitant Zoro crawls over, but stops before he lays his head down.

"Do... do you really, uhm, not wear anything underneath, like the shirt?"

"I wasn't wearing bra under that dress either." you answer, not quite sure where this suddenly came from.

"Wait, really?"

/Should I be upset that he wasn't looking or happy that my boobs weren't his focus?/ you mentally face palm.

"Yes, really."

"Oh." was all he said. "But you're wearing... like..." he looks at your lap where he's supposed to rest his head on.

"Of course!"

"Okay then." he lays his head down, facing you.

You start running your hands through his green hair, feeling his body shiver by your soft touch.

"I think I don't want to take any other naps than these kinds from now on." Zoro smiles at you before drifting off to a sweet dream.

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 8

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 2526

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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A week had passed, everything was going as good as it could. You spent your days walking all day and resting at night. The snow had begun to melt, but the cold was barely bearable.

Nanami had planned to stay for almost a week, then head back. You're unsure of how he's found these safe places to stay, but you're not complaining, at least you were halfway done now.

It was nighttime by now, you're having trouble getting some sleep, but you wouldn't have to worry about getting up early, so you're not too upset. You slightly glare at Nanami who is snoring, more loudly tonight than other nights.

You quietly get up and move to sit next to Shoko in the other room, who's on first watch.

"Nanami snoring?" She lifts her eyes from her book and you sleepily nod. She can hear it from outside of the room.

"He's never been this loud before, and Satoru is halfway onto my bed." You yawn, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

"I told you he was clingy." She chuckles, "He's on next watch anyways."

"I'll try sleeping out here." You say and begin to close your eyes. It was quiet for a few minutes, you'd hear Shoko flipping through a page every minute or so. Eventually you felt yourself drifting off, finally getting some rest.

Shoko notices your sleeping figure, it was about time for her to switch places with Satoru. She went off to wake him quietly, aware of the others sleeping still. Satoru was surprised with himself actually getting some sleep, he conversed with Shoko for a few seconds then headed off to the living room.

He noticed immediately when he woke up that you were gone, he's relieved to see you sleeping on the couch, even if it's a little dusty. He takes a few sips of water to wake himself up, then plopping himself right next to you.

He extends your legs so you're not all scrunched up and lays them in his lap. You frown a little from the movement, but it quickly fades.

His eyes stare intensely at your sleeping self, not in a creepy way, more so he's admiring. He reminds himself everyday that this will be temporary, his feelings will go away.

The book Shoko left was on the table in front of him, he had nothing else to do so he picked it up and began to read, all while watching the sun come up.

Breakfast needed to be caught, some small snacks were left, but Nanami suggested that it be used for only emergencies.

"I'm hungry." Inumaki signed to the group of students sitting around him. He looks towards your sleeping figure and sighs.

"Nanami was snoring." Shoko got his attention as she was walking by. "That's why she's still sleeping."

"We can ask Nanami and Gojo if we can go hunt?" Itadori asks.

"Absolutely not." Nanami perks up at his name, "She'll wake up soon."

"I'm so hungry I'll eat one of those zombies, Nanamin." Itadori whines, holding his stomach.

"Go drink some water, kid." Satoru says, watching your sleeping figure.

You stirred in your sleep from the constant conversations, eventually opening your eyes and coming face to face with blue eyes and white hair. You groan and pull the blanket over your head.

"Nuh uh, you're awake and we're hungry, sleepy head." Satoru smiles at your tired face.

"Tell Nanami not to snore so loud and maybe we'd have breakfast." You say still groggy. Satoru smiles and begins poking you. "Stop Satoru." You kick him.

"You leave me no choice." He says and pulls the blanket off of your body. You hiss at the cold and immediately scrunch up your body. "C'mon." He slowly unravels your limbs and helps you up off the couch.

"At least let me get dressed and use the bathroom." You clear your throat and stretch.

"Okay!" Satoru says and clapped his hands together, "Sleeping beauty has awoken, we'll have breakfast shortly." He tells the group.

"We'll get a fire going." Nanami says.

Satoru followed you around the small house, asking every minute or so if you were ready. You continued to glare at him and shut the bathroom door in his face. He smiles so big his face hurts, he presses his back against the door and whines for you to let him in.

"I'm peeing!" You say back to him curtly. He continues to frown, even if you can't see it. His gaze turns toward the group sitting at the table, Shoko raises an eyebrow at him as he makes eye contact with her.

He rolls his eyes, but before he could do anything else you opened the door quickly and he tumbles backwards. On instinct, you do your best to catch him, Satoru was well built, meaning he wasn't exactly the lightest. You fall back along with him, you taking most of the fall.

Satoru grins and turns around, still lying on your body, "If you wanted to cuddle, 'ya could've just asked."

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes, "Why the hell would you lean against the door?" He just shrugs, helping you up.

"We'll be back!" Satoru tells the group, holding your arrows for you and closing the door securely behind him. He sees you not wait up for him and jogs to catch up with you.

His breath could be seen in the cold, his nose already turning a light shade of pink. "You think I'd be any good at shooting?" He keeps his voice down, handing you your arrows.

You shrug, "You're not very good with a gun."

He side eyes you, "Not true. Can I shoot one?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"...pretty please?"

"You're not gonna stop, are you?" You sigh, already knowing you'd give him one shot. He shakes his head, his beautiful hair moving along with him. "Fine. You get one arrow."

He holds the bow, noticing some markings on the wood, his finger traces them, wondering what they mean to you.

You pull him out of his concentration when you hand him his one and only arrow. You give him a quick rundown on how to shoot, you gave him some credit, he learned very quickly.

The two of you were positioned behind a fallen down tree, scoping the area, listening to every noise around you.

After about 30 minutes, you're starting to think you're in a dead spot. You look to the side to see if there were any better spots. You jump at the sound of the bow releasing and Satoru leaving your side.

You watch him come back to you, holding breakfast with a big smile on his face, you admire how handsome he looks, but the animal caught your attention. He had hit it directly in its eye, just like you did before.

"You're incredible, Satoru." You chuckle, he really was good at anything he tried.

"I could give you a run for your money." He brags.

"Yeah, you could." You smile back at him, "C'mon, everyone's hungry." He stares at your retreating figure for a few seconds before following after you. Satoru never missed out on a chance to brag about himself, this was no different.

By the end of it, the only one who was continually impressed was Itadori.

Nanami had plans to go get some extra supplies today and rest before tomorrow. Satoru suggested splitting into two groups to cover more ground, Nanami and Shoko took the second-years and Satoru and you with the first-years.

"Be back here at 3:30." Nanami tells Satoru, "Don't be late."

"We won't, Nanamin." Satoru makes sure his gun is loaded.

It was repetitive going into stores and not finding anything. "We most likely won't find anything else around." You sigh pushing some boxes out of the way.

"There's a mall nearby." Nobara says, "It's worth a shot in my opinion."

"Nothing's back there." Megumi comes back with Itadori, who's found a bouncy ball and is very entertained with it.

"I think we found the jackpot." Itadori laughs, Satoru turns to see what he's doing and bounces the ball back and forth with him.

"Okay children, let's go." You begin to lead them out. "We're heading to the mall."

"You think there's still pretzels?" Itadori asks. Everybody was silent, glaring at the boy. Megumi and Nobara took turns pushing him and arguing.

Everybody was on guard now that you were out in the open and in new territory. There were a handful of zombies along the way, but none were close enough.

The doors to the mall were shattered, no surprise there. You hoped that you'd all have some luck here, otherwise this trip would feel like it was for nothing. Satoru stayed by your side, the two of you behind the first-years.

You had gone from store to store, this time at least you had found some small things like bandages and wipes. You grab Satoru's arm and raised his watch to your eye, there was still an hour left until you all had to meet up with the rest of the group.

Every once in a while you'd turn your head quickly, swearing you heard something. Satoru was convinced you were just hearing things.

They went into a clothing store which made you raise your eyebrows, "We're supposed to be looking for food and supplies." You keep your voice down.

"Just cause it's an apocalypse doesn't mean we can't look good." Nobara says and walks in, the two boys following after her. You eye Satoru and he just shrugs and pulls you in,

"Do you think I'd look good in this?" Satoru raises a button up to his frame. It was probably the ugliest design you've ever seen, you scrunch your face at the sight of it. He's offended by your reaction and dramatically walks away from you.

You chuckle, watching him complain to Megumi. You found your way to the front of the store again and looked at the displays, some were intact, but dust and traces of blood were all over them. You put your weapons down to fix the clothing on the mannequin.

The stores nearby were similar, broken windows and clothes thrown everywhere, as you walked around your shoes crunched the broken glass and debris with every step. Megumi had his eye on you, making sure you didn't stray too far, he turned his attention back to the counter he was searching.

Voices in the distance made you stop in your tracks. They weren't from your small group. You tried to pinpoint where it had come from exactly, but they seemed to be coming from everywhere.

You spotted a guy to your left, then quickly turn to the right at the sound of footsteps, another guy was there. They both had mischievous smiles, no words were said, but all around you more members had emerged.

You went to reach for either your gun or bow, immediately cursing at yourself; remembering you had left them inside the store. Instead you pulled out one of your knives and aimed it.

The large group share scoffs and laughter at your defenseless self. You eyed their weapons, none of them had guns, you thought about running back inside the store where your gun was, but they'd most likely follow and you can't bring them to Satoru's students. You wouldn't bring harm to them.

"Give us everything, or else you'll die." A man says, you think he's the leader.

"Fuck you." You spit, praying that somebody would see you. They circled around you and slowly got closer. You were trapped. If you made the first move, you'd die.

"You're askin' to die, pretty girl." Another guy says, swinging his weapon slowly back and forth.

"Maybe we should keep her." A creepy looking man says while licking his lips, you're disgusted.

Megumi comes back to the front of the store, wondering where you had went. His eyes widen when he spots your figure surrounded, he fires some shots in the air, just barely missing the men who were around you and quickly runs towards you.

"Oh shit!" One of the men say, the group becomes disfigured in their formation.

"They're loaded." Someone tells the leader.

"He won't shoot, he's bluffing." The leader says, startled at the shots, but he does a good job of keeping his composure. "And he's a kid." He chuckles, quickly holding you by the neck and drawing a knife to your throat.

"I'm not." Satoru aims and hits their leader in the leg, their leader yells in pain and lets go of you. You quickly run towards Megumi and Satoru.

"Fuck." The men now circled their leader, helping him up.

"I suggest you leave." Megumi points his gun to the men and they do their best to quickly leave.

You weren't even given a chance to catch your breath, you looked to your right and saw a hoard of zombies coming your way.

"What the fuck—oh god." Nobara and Itadori catch up.

"We gotta go, now!" Satoru yells and the group quickly runs. You run back into the store, trying to find your weapons. "Y/n! Let's go!" Satoru notices you stayed behind.

The hoard of zombies got closer and closer by the second, you find your stuff and Satoru grabs you by the arm and runs.

"Keep going!" Satoru yells as the two of you caught up, he scans the area quickly trying to find anywhere to be safe away from everything.

"We need to find the others." You try your best to say while running, the noise you're all making attracts more and more zombies towards you.

"There's a building!" Itadori says, "The gates open."

Satoru looks around and the zombies just seem to be multiplying, "Go." He urges you forward, you give it your all to make it to the building Itadori was talking about.

You were the first to make it, waiting for the others to get in. Megumi holds onto the gate, ready to close it as soon as Nobara gets in. "Now!" You say and you and Megumi push the gate closed, the zombies fighting against it.

You're careful with their mouths and hands as they claw and try to bite you. Satoru began shooting at some of them to make it easier to close.

Finally you're able to shut it and put the lock on, Itadori and Nobara went to find a way inside the building. It was a huge risk going inside, who knew if it were occupied.

You're able to catch your breath, the adrenaline slowly going away. "Is everyone okay?" Satoru asks, he begins to examine you, making sure the men and zombies didn't hurt you. You assure him you're fine.

Megumi pales when he looks down at his hand, he stays turned away from you all.

You direct the rooms attention to him, "Megumi..?"

He finally faces you all, with a horrified look on his face, his hand is outstretched and shaking. Blood is seeping from the gash across his hand.

"He got bit." Itadori's words sink in.

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Devoted || Rick Grimes 18+

Sooo subby Rick was asked by a lot of people and I felt the need for an obsessed Ricky and one part of that story might be my favourite ever 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Summary: Rick is giving you presents and is shy to talk to you properly until he asks you out for dinner.

Trigger: subby Rick (at least more than in my usual fics for me he can't be completely submissive), praise kink, throat fucking, dirty talk and my smutty stuff

You hand your best friend the next board as she reaches out for it from above. 

Snorting, she pulls it toward her on the roof she's sitting on, and all you hear is her voice: "I'll be done in a minute."

Waiting, you put your head back and try to see exactly what she's doing.

Before the world ended, she built a lot of things in her parents' garage and is generally extremely handy, which is why she was asked to fix the roof and so has been standing in the blazing sun for some time, and you hand her a board or a tool every time she needs it.

You hear her move something on the roof and then call out to you, "I don't know who built this before, but it sucks to fix it."

Chuckling, you shake your head, "And I know for a fact that you enjoy it."

Reluctantly, she hums in agreement, and that's when you hear a soft clearing of your throat behind you.

You flinch and whirl around.

Your nose almost collides with a huge bouquet of flowers, "What the-?" 

Your gaze travels up over the pretty flowers to a pair of blue eyes staring at the flowers, not even daring to look at you.

Behind you, you hear a loud "Oh" and quickly look behind you to see if anything has happened to your friend, but she just looks over the edge of the roof and grins down at you from both ears as your counterpart clears his throat softly again and you give him your attention again.

Still he doesn't look at you and you frown, "Rick?"

He closes his eyes and you see very clearly how he blushes as he continues to hold the flowers out to you, "Here, for you."

It's not like him to be so...shy and you are completely confused as to why he's so shy about giving them to you, you reach for the stems and accept the flowers.

Immediately he lets go of them and it is the first time he looks at you. 

His cheeks are still flushed and he steps from one foot to the other as you smile gratefully at him, "Thank you Rick. You're really beautiful."

His eyes dart over your face, "You-" He closes his mouth and then looks back down at the floor, "You're welcome."

He's tucked his longer curls carefully behind his ears, and yet he brushes them back even though it wouldn't be necessary at all, and you reach out your free hand to place it on his arm.

You have to suppress a soft giggle as he flinches as hard as if you'd electrocuted him and ask, "Where did you find them anyway? There aren't any flower meadows around here that grow such pretty ones."

Through his lashes he looks into your face and opens his lips to answer, that's when Daryl walks past you and because he heard your question he suddenly feels the need to answer it, "No shit, kid. He made me go with him to a fucking other country to get the flowers. At least that's what it felt like."

Calmly, you look back up at your leader, who has his head pulled in so far that he looks much smaller than he actually is, and that's when your best friend calls out, "Oh remember the chocolate, Daryl? He almost died getting it for her. How many walkers did he kill in the process? 10? 20? Oh, I don't know, all I know is I figured you'd end up giving yourself an arrow so you wouldn't have to see it."

You don't take your eyes off Rick and keep your hand on his arm as he bites his lower lip and Daryl stops to yell to your friend on the roof, "Fuck yeah and the books a few weeks ago? I had to spend hours on the fucking couch at the library so he could bring them for her and shit, I don't think I've ever been to one before."

Every time Rick has been out, he's brought you something you might like, and every time he's presented it like it was no big deal.

You hear your friend giggling and you can't stand to see Rick like that, so you take a step forward and stand on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

If it's possible, he only blushes more and then mumbles, as he does every time, "It was no big deal."

You squeeze his arm and then let go to put distance between you as your friend from above starts again, "Oh my god and that one time-" Quickly you interrupt her so it doesn't get any more awkward for Rick, "It's fine. We get it."

You can tell by the look on Rick's face when he gets his act together.

He takes a deep breath, clears his throat, and then straightens back up to his full height. He's still avoiding your gaze, but the way his gorgeous blue eyes light up as he looks up at your friend on the roof makes you wish he'd look at you the same way.

His voice is low and the blush slowly drains from his face as he lifts his chin slightly cockily and asks, "How are the repairs going?"

He is completely in the leader role and is respected by all and perhaps somewhat idolized by you.

You clutch the flowers he gave you while your eyes slide over his face and briefly linger on his Adam's apple as he notices you staring at him and he swallows hard.

His Adam's apple bounces up and down and as your thoughts drift to how you'd love to run your tongue down his throat, you tear your gaze away from him and look as he does to your friend who is wiping sweat from her face, "I'll be done in a minute."

Rick grumbles in agreement and then joins Daryl to head to the armory.

You stand there staring at the flowers in your hand as you hear a soft voice from above, "You do realize he has a crush on you right?"

Sighing, you look up at the roof at your friend, "Nonsense. He's just being nice to me."

Instead of finishing the roof, she lies flat on her stomach and dangles her hands down, "Sure, that's why he can barely look you in the eye and blushes so hard."

She points her hand in the direction the men went: "And just between you and me. That doesn't look very healthy, the way his cheeks are turning bright red. No shit, I thought he was just going to fall over when you kissed his cheek."

You've already noticed that Rick is softer with you than he is with others, and maybe a little more affable, but in life you wouldn't think that he somehow likes you more or has a crush on you. 

It just doesn't make sense, so you just shrug, "Maybe, he just doesn't know how to act around me. He probably just finds it easier with others."

"Yaha, because he's totally into you and he's damn bad at expressing it in no uncertain terms. I mean the guy is sex on two legs and knows how to get people to do what he wants. His orders are taken and he exudes pure dominance and confidence. Well, except when he gives you flowers and seems like a 16-year-old who can barely touch you without getting a boner right away." She gestures with her hands, which looks so hilarious from your perspective that you have to laugh softly, "That's not true."

Sighing, she hangs her head, "I swear, if you went after him right now and asked him to fuck you, his pants would be down faster than you can look. Not to mention, he'd be on his knees worshipping you."

She plants images in your head that make you blush and you direct a flower in the pretty bouquet, "Stop it. He's just being nice."

At that, you think of how nice he might be to you elsewhere and swallow hard.

A time or two you've seen Rick without his shirt on, and you'd never forget it. 

But his eyes are what make your knees go weak. The only problem is, he really rarely looks you in the face and always avoids your gaze.

Your hand starts to sweat around the stems of the flowers and as your friend giggles, "You're thinking about it, huh."  You grumble, "Finish the roof."

She winks at you and sits up, "Yep boss."

-

You sit on the couch and stare at the flowers in the vase. 

No matter how hard you try not to think about it, the thoughts your best friend put in your head keep popping up and you reach for a pillow to press your face into.

Luckily, she fell asleep right after work today, and that's even though it's not even very late and she's usually up until the middle of the night.

You lower the pillow and stroke the soft fabric as there's a knock on the door.

It's probably Michonne, who wants to borrow a book from you, as she's been doing for the past few weeks. 

So you put the pillow back on the couch and with one last look at the flowers, you go to the door and pull it open to invite Michonne in, your greeting sticking in your throat.

With his hands deep in his pockets and teetering on his feet, Rick stands at your door, staring at the floor, "Hey."

Your hand slips from the doorknob and you stare at him, "Hey?"

He clenches his teeth tightly and raises his head to avoid looking anywhere but your face, "Am I interrupting?"

Encouragingly, you smile at him and tug at your thin shirt, "You don't. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He takes a small step towards you and it's almost intimidating as he stands broadly in the doorway and mumbles, "I was cooking and I was wondering if you would eat with me. So well...it's nothing special and actually I can't really cook and it probably doesn't even taste good. So...yeah...would you? You don't have to. Don't feel-"

"Yeah, I'd love to."

Surprised, his gaze slides to your eyes and you groan softly as the blue hits you. 

At the sound you make, Rick's eyebrows go up and you slap a hand over your mouth in an embarrassed, muffled murmur, "Sorry."

Rick laughs softly and then nods in the direction of his house, "Shall we?"

With a quick glance inside your house, you take a step forward to pull the door shut behind you.

Because Rick doesn't back away and the door slams shut behind you, you stand closer to him than ever before.

Rick is taller than you, his figure in front of you seems massive. Almost smothering.

You're surprised that he just stops and looks down at you. 

Even with the swaying, he's stopped, and God, he seems so present.

Gently, you put your hands on his chest and push him off you a bit to walk past him and without a second thought, he follows you.

The buildings around you cast long shadows on the street and it won't be long before Alexandria will disappear into complete darkness, but you take advantage of the last rays of sunlight you have left by turning to Rick, who is walking three feet behind you and you are continuing your walk backwards, "What did you cook anyway?"

Concerned, Rick looks at your feet, "You should look ahead, or you'll hurt yourself."

Playfully, you do a little hop and tease him, "Is that an order, Sheriff?"

Almost panicked, he shakes his head, "No! No! Of course not!"

Grinning, you stop and reach for his hand to give it a gentle squeeze, "Relax. It was just a joke." 

He doesn't want to command you to do anything, and that only makes your heart grow warmer.

Slowly you start moving backwards again, not letting go of his hand but squeezing it again, "And if I fall, you'll catch me, right?"

Ridiculously obedient, he nods and mutters, "Of course."

His big hand makes yours seem much smaller and you take another bounce.

You miss a bump on the asphalt, and as Rick promised, he pulls you toward him before you can land ungently on your butt.

Holding onto his shoulder with your free hand, you grin broadly at him, "See? Why should I worry when you're there to take care of me?"

"Always," his voice is rough, but you hear the word clearly and can't help but respond, "Always? And if I'm ever really careless and you can't talk me into letting it go. Would you go along with that?"

Another time he looks you straight in the eye and you feel the need to run your hand through his beard. 

You feel his chest against yours and he presses even further against you as he takes a deep breath, "I'll do anything you want."

You meant it more as a joking conversation, but his reply is full of seriousness and you blink up at him languidly, "If I want new shoes?"

You feel his heart beating fast. Or is it your own?

"You got it."

I don't know what's gotten into you, but you press your breasts harder against his torso and he flinches slightly again, but not away from you.

So you continue to look him in the pretty eyes that are finally just on you: "If I want to go swimming?"

His eyes glaze over and he puts a hand innocently on your hip, "I'll take you."

You exhale shakily, "What if I want to touch your face?"

Rick lips open and his grip on your waist tightens, "Whatever you want." 

You barely recognize his voice and your soft whimper slips from your lips.

Patiently he stands in front of you as you place your hand on his cheek and finally stroke through his beard. 

His hair is still brown, but his beard is streaked with countless gray strands that you gently tug at.

His hand on your hip slides a little lower. Not much, but enough that you notice, and you breathe softly, "Why are you letting me do this to you?"

He avoids your gaze again and you tug lightly on his beard, to which he immediately looks back at you and clears his throat, "What do you mean?"

Your hand slides from his beard into his hair and you play with the curls on the back of his neck. 

The man is always so incredibly confident and sure of himself that his attempt to avoid you raises your eyebrows, "You know exactly what I mean."

Gently, you stroke his skin and feel his goosebumps under your fingers.

He doesn't stop you as you stroke his shoulder and play with the collar of his shirt. He also doesn't stop you when you let go of the hand you've been holding all this time and put your arm around his neck.

Obediently he accepts what you do and the only reaction he can't control is now pressing gently against your stomach.

You think of all the times he never contradicted you and your heart skips a beat, "Rick? I'm waiting."

A few strands fall into his face and he mumbles reluctantly, "I just want to do what you wish. I like the way you look at me then. I like the way you talk to me and I like the way you touch me."

Jesus.

He looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters and you can barely breathe. 

"Anything?"

"Hmm."

"I want you to kiss me."

His cock twitches against your belly and you blink up at him, "Please?"

He mumbles a "Shit," and reaches for your hip with his second hand so you can't pull away, which you don't want at all.

Strangely entranced, he looks at you and the conversation is probably the longest he's looked directly at you.

You can hardly believe it, but your best friend was actually right.

Waiting, you look at him and pull him a little closer to you with your arm. 

Normally you wouldn't even be strong enough to pull him closer this way, but like everything before, he doesn't resist you one bit and that shoots right between your legs. 

The fact that this dominant and arrogant man lets you do everything to him, goes completely to your head and you lean forward further.

His eyes are fixed on your lips and you know that he wants it at least as much as you do. Maybe even more desperately. 

"I don't know if-", You lift a hand from his collar and place it on his lips, instantly silencing him.

His lips feel so soft that you exhale heavily, "I want you to kiss me, Rick."

Your fingers slide down to his chin and you pull him a little closer to you. 

So close that you can feel his breathing on your lips.

You feel his body tremble and his fingers graze your ass.

In a soft voice you breathe, "Don't you want to do what I want you to?"

Again his cock twitches and you realize how much it must turn him on to follow you. 

Giving up a little control and pleasing you.

He is used to being above everyone and receiving obedience. But with you, he lets himself go so far that he obeys you.

So much that he leans over and puts his soft lips on yours.

Groaning, you stand on your tiptoes and he grips your ass harder, pulling you even higher so he doesn't have to lean so far down to you.

Growling, he tries to reach your lips again as you loosen slightly and half mumble into the kiss, "Thank you for the flowers:"

Without responding, he lifts a hand to the back of your head and presses you to his lips again, making you smile and him moan.

His beard scratches over your sensitive skin and you can't think of anything but having that feeling between your legs. 

His bare broad shoulders resting between your legs so you can't close them, and his handsome face in the place that aches for his touch.

But there you have a better idea.

Without thinking, you move away from him and again there's that slight panic in his gaze, "I'm sorry."

At first you don't understand what he means until he raises his hands, "I'm sorry. That was too much. Don't be mad, I promise-"

Giggling, you grab his hands and pull him toward his house, which you back up toward again, "Take it easy. It's all good."

You stare at his swollen lips, "Let's just go inside." And you drag him inside.

He can't suppress his grin as you push him by the shoulders against the closed door and your lips rest on his neck.

You lick over his pulse like you've wanted to all along and when you reach a certain spot behind his ear, he winces, "Fuck."

Sluggishly, you start sucking on that spot, opening his shirt button by button.

Without you having to prompt him, he pulls it off his shoulders and immediately your hands are on his upper body.

Gently you bite his neck and enjoy the deep moan and his hands on your body. 

He could effortlessly push you off him and get what he needs from you, but he just keeps leaning against the door and allows you to abuse his neck bit by bit.

With a moan, he asks, "Could you take your shirt off, gorgeous?"

You giggle against his collarbone, "You think I'm gorgeous?"

You realize he's turned a deep red, so you put him out of his misery by kissing him briefly on the lips, "Thank you."

Instead of pulling your shirt over your head and showing him how stiff your nipples are because of him, though, you grab his hand and pull him up the stairs, "Bedroom?" completely forgetting about the meal in the kitchen.

The big man stumbles up behind you and grumbles, "Right."

With a half-naked Rick holding your hand, you step into his bedroom and take a quick look around.

Because Rick doesn't live with a woman, you were expecting something other than a nice bright room and certainly not one this tidy.

The men you've usually stayed with haven't even bothered to make their beds in any way beforehand, even though they knew you were coming.

Rick doesn't seem like he even remotely expected you to end up in his bedroom today, and yet the bed is nicely made and you turn to him with a big smile: "You're neat."

Blinking, he looks around the room himself, as if it's his first time here himself: "Can be."

It's almost completely dark outside, and as you let your eyes wander to his torso, you groan in frustration at barely seeing anything. 

So you let go of his hand and walk further into the room, "Do you have candles?"

The floorboards screech a little as he shifts his weight, "In the nightstand drawer on the right."

You feel Rick's gaze on you the entire time as you walk to the bed and slip off your shoes as you retrieve the candles from the nightstand and set them on the shelf, then light them.

The warm light envelops the room in a beautiful play of shadows, and when you finally look back up at the man still standing in the middle of the room, you can hardly take your eyes off him.

His pants sit low on his hips and a slight fuzz shows you the way to your happiness.

In your eyes, he's perfect.

You know how much he's been through and how he became the man standing before you today. 

You know how he lost his wife and also his best friend.

You know where the scars on his ribs come from and you know where the cool look he gives some people and enemies comes from.

You can see how hard he's breathing and yet you've barely done anything.

Only the bright red spots on his neck tell you what he has let you do to him and what he has asked you to do.

Finally you look into his eyes and reach for your shirt to pull it over your head and as you drop it to the floor, his gaze is glued, as you expected, to the simple white bra you are wearing and the bulges of your breasts.

He's only a man, too, and it's hard not to notice how much he wants you.

You reach for the waistband of your pants and bend over to take them off.

Wearing only your underwear, you stand before him, "Come here."

He stands there like he's put down roots and you smile softly at him, "Rick?"

Briefly he shakes his head and takes a step toward you, "You're beautiful."

Now you're the one blushing, "Yeah?"

He takes another step closer, "I've never seen anything more gorgeous."

Now maybe three feet separates you and you reach out to him.

He looks deep into your eyes and then growls, "Fuck it." Before he reaches for your hand and finally pulls you back against his chest.

Immediately his lips are on yours and there's a bit of his everyday and normal dominance shimmering through. 

He presses his tongue between your lips and you moan into the kiss.

Your breasts feel heavy and way too sensitive as they press against his with each frantic breath and you gasp into the kiss, "On the bed."

He tries to push you to the bed to be over you, but you resist and he lets you push him onto the bed instead and sit astride his lap.

Gently, you grind against his hard cock, which must be pressing uncomfortably against his pants, and whimper in his ear, "Oh, God."

Your panties are already completely soaked and you know you're leaving a wet stain on his pants as he, in turn, gently nibbles on your neck and puts his big hands on your ass to support your movements.

His fingers dig into your skin and you moan as his cock presses into just the right spot.

Before you can become putty in his hands, though, you move away from him a bit and place your hands on his stomach and your lips in the middle of his chest.

Slowly you kiss your way deeper, licking over his nipples and feeling his whole body tense, "What-" Gently you bite his belly and he falls silent.

You push deeper until you've positioned your body between his knees and look up at him.

He leans on his palms and stares at you like you're a goddess. 

This is exactly what you wanted. 

Instead of having his face between your legs, you want to make him believe in heaven on earth.

Rick has given you so much that you want to give him something in return, and from the way he looks at you and bites his lower lip, he seems to like it a lot.

You lean over and spread little kisses along his waistband as your hands slide over his thighs.

"Fuck," his voice is so deep that you hardly recognize it and moan softly in turn.

Your best friend was right about something else, too: Rick is sex on two legs.

Your hands shake slightly as you reach for his belt and he moans harshly, "You don't have to do this."

He says it, but also lifts his hips in the process so you can undress him.

As you expected, his cock jumps out at you, slapping against his stomach.

In your entire life, you've never seen anything you wanted in your mouth more urgently.

Rick wants to please you, and fuck, you want him to worship you.

You kiss his bare thigh and he flinches.

Innocently, you blink up at him and his blue eyes bore into your soul as you purr, "May I take you in my mouth?"

He rolls his eyes in desire and exhales heavily and submissively, "Whatever you want."

You bite your lower lip and murmur, "Watch me do it, Sheriff."

Immediately he looks back at you and you reach behind your back to unhook your bra.

Clad only in your soaked panties, you bend over and put your lips around the wet tip of his cock and you think his eyes are about to fall out of his head.

You think of all the moments when Rick scared people or demanded pure obedience and now his eyes are huge and he weakly begs you to finally take him completely in your mouth and not just to play around his tip with your tongue.

Sluggishly you comply with his request and relax your throat to take him almost completely in your mouth.

You don't know who is breathing harder. 

He, because he finally feels your wet tongue on his shaft or you, because you can only breathe through your nose.

Slowly you let him slide out again and his cock shimmers with wetness.

You don't take your eyes off him, and as you squeeze your thighs together to keep from soaking the floor beneath you, you reach for his hand and bring it to your throat as you take him back up to your throat.

You want him to feel how deep you can take him and as his rough fingers brush over the spot where his tip is in your throat, you can no longer suppress a moan and you have to gag.

At the reflex, Rick moans hoarsely and his cock twitches in your mouth, "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

His body coats a film of sweat and his praise makes you want to keep going.

As you keep sucking his cock, his hand stays on your throat and you gasp with your mouth full, "Force me."

His brain is slow to function with arousal and he moans, "What?"

His hips come toward you.

You reach for his second hand and push it into your hair. The moment his tip comes back to your lips, you whimper, "Fuck my throat."

You see in his eyes when he understands what you want him to do, and you hear in his voice how badly he wants to do it, even though he says, "I don't want to hurt you."

You bat your eyelashes, "You won't. I trust you and you know how deep you can push into me."

You take it a step further, knowing it will work, "I really want it. Force me to take-"

Firmly, he pushes your head down until your nose hits his pubic bone and you gag again and he pulls your head back by the hair and pushes down again. 

The sheer force of him pushing you down makes your pussy throb and you know you couldn't tear yourself away from him at that moment.

He fucks your throat and you let a hand slide between your legs.

You're so wet it's almost embarrassing and as Rick pushes his cock back down your throat, you slide two fingers inside you.

Immediately your pussy clenches your fingers thinking it's Rick's cock and a jolt goes through your whole body.

Immediately Rick lets go of you and you stare at him breathlessly. 

You've never wanted anyone as much as you want him and the pure arousal and concern in his eyes, only makes you hornier.

His breathing is frantic and he asks anxiously, "Did I hurt you, gorgeous?"

Instead of answering, you sit up and kiss him on the lips.

Your body has never responded to anyone as strongly as it does to Rick and as his hands move purposefully to your breasts and squeeze, you push him flat on the bed by the shoulders.

As you slide your tongue into his mouth, he gently pinches your nipples and a jolt goes through your body again, only now you're whimpering, "You never hurt me. Oh God, you feel so good."

Humming, Rick continues to knead your breasts and you try to kick your panties off your legs with one hand, but Rick reaches down and with a ripping sound and a brief tug, he tosses the remains of your panties into a corner of the room, making you giggle, "Hey, I still need my underwear."

But as your wet pussy slides over his shaft, he just hisses, "I'll get you some new ones."

Teasingly, you play around his tip with your pussy and murmur in his ear, "You'd do anything for me, huh?"

Pure truth comes from his lips, "Anything."

And you lower your body down onto him, "Do you want me to be yours?"

He squints his eyes and moans loudly, "Fuck yeah."

You nip at his earlobe, "Then it's only fair that you be mine, right?"

You feel his whole body tense as you gyrate your hips and he moans, "Fuck, you're so wet and it's all because of me."

Your wetness runs down his cock and you tense your inner muscles, making him respond to your question, "I've been yours since the first time you looked at me. Fuck I'm completely devoted to you and practically eating out of your hand."

As a reward for his honesty, you lower yourself completely onto his cock and you both moan out at the same time.

Rick's cock is huge, making you feel fuller and wetter than ever. 

Trembling, you straighten up to face him and whimper, "I love your eyes."

They glow in the candlelight and he tilts his head slightly, "Is that so?"

He puts his hands on your hips as you start to move on top of him and you murmur, "Oh yeah." And at that, you're unsure if it was in reference to his question, or the way his cock twitches inside you.

Slowly you start to ride him, and shit, the way he watches you do it makes your pussy clench again and again.

Panting, he pulls you hard onto his cock again, then slides a hand over one of your bouncing breasts.

Whimpering and moaning, you lean on his shoulder and try not to collapse into yourself as he keeps whispering to you about how good you feel and how well you ride him.

Each praise from him makes your legs go weak and seeking help you look into his eyes, "I can't take it anymore."

Gently, he puts both hands on your hips again and helps you move on top of him as you notice him struggling for control himself.

The soft smacking sound between you grows louder and louder and as he pushes you forward so he can kiss you, he hits a spot inside you that makes you howl, "There! Right there!"

Rick chuckles softly and nibbles on your neck again, "Okay, gorgeous."

And sure enough, he keeps hitting that exact spot and you know you're going to cum. 

You know you're going to cum without him even having to touch your clit.

The man is a god.

And that's when you break into a million pieces.

Rick presses his head into the mattress beneath him and moans, "Oh shit, you're tight."

Over and over you whimper his name, clinging to him like he's the only thing that could save you from drowning as you throb hard on his cock until you're breathing weakly into his neck and he thrusts even further into you, using your highly sensitive pussy to bring himself to climax.

With each thrust, you breathe, "That's it." And "Take what's yours, Sheriff."

His fingers dig into your skin and you whimper, "Cum inside me. Mark me."

He bites your shoulder and growls, "Oh shit." That's when his cock twitches and his cum mixes with yours.

You grab his curls and yank his head off you to kiss him hard on the lips as he still can't let go of you and you murmur hoarsely, "That's it, Rick."

This strong man turns to wax in your hands and lies weak and languid beneath you while you still have his softening cock inside you and he murmurs, "I'll always be yours."

You lift your head to finally look into his gorgeous eyes again, "I know."

You kiss him, "And you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon either."

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[joesheistyy]

Stargazing

The summer was your favorite time of year. The tans, swimming, drinks, all of it.

You and Joe had just had your pool and porch space renovated. So much time had been spent out there between the two of you. In the renovation, you made sure to have a ledge for those cool white pool chairs that are partially in the water. You also made sure to get one of those large round seats for summertime cuddles. A fire pit was also put on the porch to help keep the mosquitoes away.

You loved a good shirtless Joe moment, and the new pool really provided plenty of those moments. You also loved to spend your time floating or reading on the fun chairs while you tanned. And Joe certainly loved to watch from close up or afar.

"How about grilling out tonight?" Joe questioned as he swam up from the deep end to you reading.

"That sounds good baby, do we have all the stuff we need?" you asked, trying to mentally picture the fridge and pantry.

"I think so, I'll check here when I get out," Joe said, moving to sit in a chair next to you. You set your book aside, closing your eyes for a little bit and enjoying the early evening sun.

Joe got out after 10 minuets of sitting in silence, heading into the house to check the fridge and surprise you with an early evening drink. He picked out a hard seltzer for you, bringing it out in your favorite coozie.

"Oh thank you Joey," you said, surprised, smiling at him. You grabbed your towel to dry off and head toward the porch. Joe loved to tag team dinner especially when grilling out. He'd tackle the main course while you worked on the sides.

Joe fired up the grill as you continued to air dry. You admired him in his swim trunks. He caught you staring and walked over to pull you up and into a hug before walking inside.

You followed him in, ready to get started on the sides. You wanted watermelon, but that was a cutting job for Joe. You always joked that you lacked the muscled for it.

After Joe cut the watermelon, he began to work on doctoring up the steaks. Getting them prepped for the grill.

You continued working on the sides, mac and cheese and roasted asparagus. Joe was going back and forth between the grill outside and the kitchen.

After dinner had been set out, you two constructed your plates and headed out to the screened in porch to munch. Joe turned on the TV out there and chose Tom and Jerry to watch. You two sat close, but not too close. You continued to eat in peace as Joe watched TV and you looked around outside, watching the sunset.

“Watchu lookin at?” Joe asked while tapping your leg.

“Just lookin at the sunset,” you replied, leaning down to put your empty plate on the table. Joe followed your actions, then opened his arms for you to snuggle in.

“Cmon babe, let’s go to the egg chair so we can watch the sunset,” Joe suggested, grabbing your hand as you grabbed your drink.

The two of you walked toward the egg chair, Joe picking out a blanket from the basket of the screened in porch.

When getting to the chair, you set your drink aside and followed behind Joe as he snuggled into the chair. You nuzzled into his chest, settling in a way that you could look up at the sky.

“This was a good idea Joey,” you mumbled, looking up at the sky.

“I think so too, y/n,” he replied, kissing your head.

You two laid in silence, watching the stars shine in the sky. You tried not to fall asleep, but the cool summer breeze and the pattering of Joe’s heart lulled you to a peaceful slumber. Later, Joe followed.

——

This isn’t my best work, I’m sorry y’all 🥲

[mayblossomss]

Whumptober Day 2: Trust Issues

Darry was exhausted after a long day of working on roofs. He woke up before the sun had risen, spent all day in the beating hot sun with only one half hour break, and got back only a little before the sun would set.

Before he'd left, he made a list of chores he expected to be finished by the time he got home. For Soda, he asked that he'd do the laundry and the dishes. For Ponyboy, he asked that he took out the trash: that was all that he'd asked him to do.

Yet, when Darry parked his truck on the side of the road in front of their house, he didn't see the bins pulled to the curb like he'd asked. Annoyance brewed inside him at once as he realized that his little brother hadn't done the one very simple task he'd given him.

When he entered the house, he saw Soda lounging on the couch, sprawled out as he watched TV. Sighing, he dropped his work belt and kicked his boots off, glancing around the house.

"Hey, Darry," Soda called from the couch. "How was work?"

"Fine," Darry grunted in response, heading straight for Ponyboy's room. He pushed the door open to reveal the younger teen sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, his nose buried in a book. "Ponyboy!"

Ponyboy's head snapped up, eyes widening at the sudden commotion. At once, a guilty look flashed through his eyes as he recognized what he'd forgotten to do. "Darry--"

"Did you forget to take the trash out? Seriously?"

Darry and Ponyboy had promised to stop fighting after Soda blew up on them, begging them to quit it since they were all they had left. In the months following, they'd been doing well, but Darry was tired and not in his right mind. If he were thinking rationally, he'd try letting Ponyboy explain himself, but he wasn't, and Pony was his last straw of the day.

"I didn't mean to," Ponyboy defended weakly, dropping his book onto the bed and getting up. He pushed past Darry and into the kitchen, passing Soda who was watching them with a nervous look. "I got distracted. I'll do it now."

"You got distracted?" Darry huffed, shaking his head and following his younger brother into the next room. "That's your excuse? I gave you one simple task and you couldn't even do it!"

"I said I'll do it now!" Ponyboy snapped, pausing by the trash can. "Isn't that enough?"

Darry stared down at his brother, jaw clenching with irritation. "No, Pony, it ain't. I've had a long day of work and the least I can ask is to come home and see that you've done what I asked!"

Sodapop walked into the room, trying not to seem too troubled as he looked between the two brothers. "Come on, Darry. He's going to do it now, right, Pony?"

Glaring at Soda, Darry huffed, "It don't matter that he's 'doing it now', the entire point was that he'd do it while I was at work!"

"Who cares when I do it, so long as it's down. Get off my back, Darry!" Ponyboy hollered, taking a step closer to Darry.

Annoyed, Darry raised a hand to run through his hair. As soon as he lifted his arm, however, Ponyboy flinched away as though he'd striked him. Any fight left in Darry died on his tongue at the sight.

Ponyboy looked embarrassed at his overreaction, glancing down at his feet, but Darry felt like he'd been dunked into freezing cold water. His own brother had flinched away from him, thinking that he was going to hit him.

"Ponyboy--"

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, grabbing the trash from the can, tying the top, and pushing past his two older brothers toward the front door.

The front door slammed shut and Darry licked his lips dully, throat painfully dry. Soda beside him shuffled nervously, hands clenching and unclenching helplessly by his side.

"He doesn't trust me," Darry finally managed. "He thinks I'd hit him again."

"No, he doesn't," Soda assured but there's a hint of doubt in his voice. "It was only instinct."

Darry's jaw clenched and he sat down in a chair, gripping his hair and shaking his head remorsefully. "An instinct that I created."

Sitting beside Darry, a hand on his shoulder, Soda shook his head in disagreement. "Don't say that. He trusts you: he won't act like this forever."

"How can you be sure?" Darry questioned, sighing. "What if Pony never feels safe around me again?" Soda couldn't respond and they sat in silence, waiting for Ponyboy to return.

[mayajadewrites]

Moth to a Flame: Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader

C H A P T E R T E N

chapter synopsis: Levi sets some ground rules for your rekindling of your relationship.

ao3

Your heart races as you wake up, watching the sun peer in from the window adjacent from Levi's bed. You press your palm to the matress, hoping to feel skin.

Nothing but sheets.

You hear Levi spit into the sink. He always brushed his teeth first thing in the morning, he hated the thought of morning breath.

Your heart rate went down when you realized you woke up still in his room. You weren't kicked out, he didn't wake you up to leave.

Levi walked into his room, looking like the Gods took their time creating him. His abdominal muscles lead to his 'v' line, where his boxer briefs started.

"I would kiss you, but I need you to brush your teeth first." Levi ran his hand through his hair, walking toward his office.

"Ok. I'll go back to my room."

"No. You have a toothbrush here."

"The same one from the last time?"

"No. I got you a new one." Levi looked at you like you were stupid. "You can't keep toothbrushes that long. It's unsanitary."

You raise your eyebrow and walk to the bathroom, where you see a toothbrush in its own container. You smile at the sight and start brushing your teeth.

Once you finish brushing your teeth, you find Levi already in his office chair, scanning a pile of paperwork on his desk.

You lean down to his eye level and purse your lips. "All clean."

Levi pressed his lips to yours, bringing his hand to your cheek. You leaned your cheek into his palm, observing his features.

"You're not on the mission for tomorrow." Levi let go of your face, looking back at his paperwork.

"Why is that?"

"Because I need to make sure you're okay. You just healed."

"The doctor cleared me. I'm -"

"Can you please listen to me instead of protesting everything I say?"

"You assume you know what I'm feeling and how I'm feeling. I'm not helpless, Levi."

"We need to set rules if we want this to work." Levi shook his head, peering at you through the jet black fringe in front of his face.

"Okay." You sit on top of his desk, gently moving a pile of papers to the side.

Levi leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly. "1. You have to listen to me, especially when it comes to battles."

You rolled your eyes at the rule. "Next."

"2. You have to break the news to Kirstein. Obviously."

"Fair."

"3. You stay with me every night."

You nod. "Can I suggest a rule?"

"Try me." Levi laced his fingers together.

"You have to tell Erwin and Hange about us." You lean in, your nose almost brushing his.

"How do you know I won't lose my title?"

"Levi. We're in a war. I think the last thing they're worried about is Captain Levi Ackerman, aka, humanity's strongest soldier, getting distracted. You were born to fight. Anyways, they'll probably be happy that you have someone. I know Hange will be ecstatic."

Levi looked down, pondering different scenarios that could happen. "What if you're not allowed to be on my squad?" He looked at you. "You're the second strongest to Mikasa. It would be a shame to lose you as a soldier on my squad."

"We can deal with that if the opportunity is presented to us." You scrunch your nose, hoping that that opportunity never comes. "This doesn't have to happen all today. I just want you to work on it."

Levi nodded, pressing his palms to each of your thighs. "You should start with rule number 2 today, though." He kissed your lips gently. "I have to go over some of the mission plans for today. I'll see you later." he caressed your face before returning his focus to his paperwork.

You sigh thinking about how you have to essentially break up with Jean. Levi is worth it, but you don't like hurting someones feelings either.

You make your way back to your room, where Mikasa and Sasha are waiting for you.

"Uh, where the hell have you been?" Sasha looked up from her book.

"We thought you were with Jean... then Jean came here looking for you." Mikasa said.

"If I tell you guys something, will you promise me, swear on your lives, that you won't say a word?" You sit at the edge of Mikasa's bed.

"Of course."

"Yes."

"I'm seeing Captain Levi."

"Oh, NO ONE saw that coming." Mikasa rolled her eyes, her tongue spewing with sarcasm.

"What?!" You look at Sasha. "Does everyone know?"

"We all had a feeling, which is why we were all surprised you got with Jean." Sasha shrugged. "Personally, I didn't know Captain Levi could convey anything other than orders."

"He can convey a lot." You smirk, raising your eyebrows. Mikasa and Sasha laughed, throwing their pillows at you.

"So... how are you gonna tell Jean?" Mikasa looked at you.

"I'm not sure, I-"

You were interrupted by a familiar knock.

Hint: It's not Levi.

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 1

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter one

It was a couple of days full of constant debate between the two adults in the home. Toby had been up all night. The only thing that let him know was the sun that just peered from the horizon; it was his alarm clock piercing through the quiet morning air. Toby turned from what he was doing to shut it off. He was sitting at his desk scribbling in all of his school note books. The odd doodles ranged from stick men to just plain scribbles and German words he was trying to learn. He was half German after all, he really wanted to learn it. A pop screeched from his neck, closing his eyes tight and widely opening them a few times before blinking off the tic. Was it the first day of school?

Toby's mind wandered back to the hallway of flickering lights and sudden thick atmosphere. He kind of felt that way just then as well. It was probably the anxiety he just got. "Wait really?" muttered Toby to himself. He reached his hand up and pulled one of the blinds down, squinting his eyes to the red and orange bright light of the rising sun. "hmmm….black hole sun." He mumbled in reference to a song he liked. Toby never listened to music all too much but on occasion he would.

Toby pulled his backpack next to his leg and shoved all of the journals into it, some pencils too. He was surprised no one else decided to come in and try to wake him, despite him never going to sleep in the first place. The boy always struggled with sleep, it had been especially hard these last few days. He just felt like his mind was blurry. Toby knocked on his sister's door, assuming she actually might still be asleep, but was wrong. The bathroom door just across the hallway opened and there she stood. She looked exceptionally tired, hair in a messy bun and all stringy. That was kind of a family thing, stringy frizzy hair no matter how much you wash and brush it. "Aw never mind." Toby sighed out, earning a confused look from the blonde girl. "Never mind what?"

"You're tired, I was going to ask if you could drive me to school—" He was caught off guard by her sudden fast speaking. "Right, I didn't get much sleep last night. If at all, work was tiring and my co-workers thought it would be funny to complain about me to my boss..i might get fired." She sounded very stressed, almost as if she was going to cry while speaking.

"Complaining about what? You're such a-a goo-good worker?"

She shrugged at his concern. "It's probably because how late I usually am, by the time I'm done with all of my chores and school, work is just something that's piled onto that. I honestly think getting fired might be the best option, but what would dad think?" Her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence. Toby didn't really know how to respond. "That won't happen, right? Things won't go downhill anymore right?"

The girl kinda just frowned, taking her brother by the shoulder and into a hug. "I hope not, if so…I can drive, i can just take us someplace quiet, get away for a while huh? Sound good?"

Toby smiled just a little, a weak one but the idea was there. "Jawohl." He replied. "Picking up German?" Lyra asked in remark to his unexpected reply, to which he nodded with a stupid grin. She patted his back in a gesture to tell him to head downstairs. "I'll drive you just let me get my shoes."

At that moment Toby descended down the stairs and towards the door. Neither his mom or dad were in sight. He wasn't sure if they slept in the same room or not. Toby looked outside to see that his mom's car was gone. His only assumption was that his dad took it somewhere, or they were both out, which wasn't completely unbelievable but still a little odd.

It wasn't long before Lyra had taken her brother up to his new school. Well it wouldn't really be considered new, just a different campus that went up with his grade, same people, same idiots. Toby grabbed his bag and sat there for a moment, staring down then to Lyra who also met his eyes at the same time he met hers. "I can tell you're nervous. I mean the first days are always nerve wracking." She started. "You got this though okay? You're unique..not different."

He listened to her with a small nod, yet half of him still doubted that. "Okay, Lyra, just this once.."

Lyra smiled warmly before speaking out rather loudly as he got out. "Love ya!"

He turned suddenly with an immediate response. "Love you more!"

As then she spat back "Love you most!" Toby huffed, visibly distraught but in a joking way. "you never let me win!" with that said he sorta literally ran into the building. The place wasn't as big as it seemed the day he came up here with his mom. It was probably because the halls were empty, now they were crowded with lost kids trying to find their classes. Toby had his schedule in hand and surprisingly knew where most of his classes were already due to his little mini journey he got a few days ago. Toby trotted straight to his main home room class, an English class with a teacher that looked about 80 years old. The desks were lines in rows of three. The boy chose the seat closest to the back and rested his stuff onto the ground. No one really was batting an eye.

The battle of holding his tics in was the hardest part. The teachers knew, the kids didn't. He didn't want to become the center of attention the second he blurts out a curse word.

Toby shook his head to that thought and opened up his journal he was doodling in last night. The first 8 pages were full of stupid little comic doodles. He even drew Mr. Cowbells. He thought it looked nice. Sooner or later class started, and the room was filled with kids of all diversity. Back when he was with the 'different' kids, they were almost all the same, when he tried talking to them, they would just give vague replies. He didn't understand them and they didn't understand him. But he ended up forcing himself into friendships with them only to be ripped away and thrown into a class of kids who were considered normal. Was this a way of considering him…normal?

He didn't feel normal, he was unique, Lyra says. He liked her choice of wording. 'unique' just rolls off the tongue so well.

"Alright everyone! As we know it is the first day of 6th grade, before you know it, you'll be in highschool, yippee right?" The sweet tone of the teacher silenced the once talking room of kids with her words. "To start the day off, why don't we all stand up and introduce ourselves with our names, age and a fun fact hm?"

Oh, this was weird. Toby watched as each student started to stand up and sputter random facts and an introduction to themselves. Some were longer than others, and some were as simple as could be. He didn't quite realize that he had to go as well, glancing over to meet eyes with the teacher as it was finally his turn, last to go.

Toby took a few glances around to see almost everyone was staring at him. He felt this feeling of dread take over him, like he was going to throw up, actually…..he might.

Toby, after taking a small breath, stood to his feet, holding his journal and looking down at it. "My name is Toby, uhm, I'm 13," he had to pause, feeling an itchy feeling in his throat. A sharp pressure building up to something he knew he couldn't control.

"Mh, mh! look at a spider!~ woo! spider, woo!-"

He could feel the embarrassment prick at his skin, his neck jerking forward as his hand jerked up and twisted a few times, as if he was waving royally. Toby heard a few giggles within the room of kids, looking back to the eyes of his teacher who didn't seem to mind much. He knew she was informed but he still felt bad. "um, I like to draw?"

He said as if anyone really gave a crap. They were all kinda just staring. He could feel them silently judging.

He felt another sensation at his throat, stomping his foot three times in a row while repeating a phrase. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he shook his head, the embarrassment growing even more before he took a seat again, head hanging low.

"That's great to know, Toby, I bet you're a wonderful artist. Now does anyone have any questions?" Just then a kid raised his hand, a snarky grin on his face. "Yeah, I do." He pointed to Toby. "Why is he so ticci?"

The teacher didn't really understand at first, but it took a moment to hit. "Ah, let's not ask rude questions, this classroom is a safe space for all." She glanced at the brunette boy, who just sat there, like a sad dog. He knew what the kid was trying to hint at. "They're tics." Toby spoke out, eyeing the kid. "They're unique."

"No, they're annoying," The kid started up. "Can't you just hold them in?-"

"If we're going to have a problem already, I can tell you now I will not tolerate any bullying in my classroom, or on this campus young man, Toby is minding his own business, if you don't like what he can't help then leave." The older woman slightly snapped. "This is the first day of school guys, please don't make this hard on me."

Toby felt a little better knowing his teacher would be nice, his old one was very, let's just say, strict.

"You okay?" She looked towards Toby who met her eyes shortly after. He nodded, accidentally locking eyes with the kid who was making remarks a minute ago. If he remembered, the boy's name was Cameron, Cameron Winston. Toby didn't say anything, just glanced away quickly and opened his journal to start doodling again. This was his attempt to calm down.

Eventually the class was over, but as Toby was leaving he noticed the lights above. They were flickering again. The teacher was standing in the doorway farewelling her students. As she waved to Toby he stopped. "You guys should r-r-really fix your lights." He spoke out.

She looked up, tilting her head a little. "What do you mean?"

"They're working fine."

Toby shook his head, "No, they flicker all the time, how can you not see it?"

"It's lunch time, Toby, want me to escort you?" She changed the subject. Which Toby wasn't very happy about, but shrugged it off. "I mean yeah sure." With that, the nice woman started to lead Toby to the giant room where all the kids sat and ate, the cafeteria.

•••••

[braveclementine]

Chapter 15

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur. Maybe that was because of the adrenaline of trying to outrun these military-type men. Maybe it was because the Bahaman sun was glaring off all the water and sand. Or maybe it was because of all the tears that were dropping down your face in streams.

You felt terrible for so many reasons. You felt like there was something you should've been able to do. What? No idea. But something. For another, you felt guilty for having misjudged him and so harshly. It was hard for parents to love other children of different soulmate parentage, unless you were already blood related or soul related. Like if Maria had Fury's kid, Coulson would still love the kid.

It was why adoption was so rare in this world. It was just to hard.

So now, your feet pounded down the sidewalk, aware that the men behind you were shouting for you to stop with heavy accents. So they probably wanted you alive. That was both comforting and terrifying.

You turned the corner and found half of the Avengers running up towards you. Of course, with tears in your eyes, you misjudged the distance and ran flat into Steve's chest.

"Y/N, are you hurt?" Steve and Bucky were the only ones that stopped running to make sure you were alright while the others descended upon the soldiers that had just come around the corner.

"T-they killed my d-dad." You hiccupped.

"Oh doll." Bucky said softly, pulling you into a hug before shooting his gun over your shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Steve flung his shield out, "Take her back to the hotel Buck."

Bucky nodded, scooping you up with his metal arm, shooting at anyone that came at the two of you with his flesh hand. You hiked it back to the hotel where Loki and Thor were just about to head out, apparently only just now hearing about the fight. Nat was also there, loading up on guns and knives while Bruce was slowly, but surely turning green.

"Y/N?" Loki asked carefully as Thor flew out the hotel with his flying hammer to join the fight.

"She's physically fine." Bucky told Loki, "But she watched her father die."

"Poor thing." Loki murmured, pulling you into his arms, "I'll take her back up to her room and run her a hot bath."

"Good idea." Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head, "Are you going to be okay, doll?"

You nodded, feeling a bit dazed. "I'm o-okay."

Bucky smiled a bit sympathetically, running his thumb over your cheek tenderly before running back out of the hotel again.

Loki teleported up to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed, going into the bathroom. You could hear him running the bath in the other room, the steady rushing of pounding water against ceramic echoing through your ears.

Finally, you heard the tap being slammed off. Loki came back. "You okay about taking it by yourself?"

You kind've just stared at him. You couldn't remember if you'd ever seen anyone die before.

Loki decided to take your silence for 'no'. He picked you up in his slender, yet muscular arms, carrying you into the bathroom. He settled you into the bubble bath, which smelt like mint and chamomile. Two very calming scents.

After a few moments, you came back down to Earth, realizing that you were still in your bathing suit.

You looked at Loki, "I'm still dressed?"

Loki smiled a little, "Well, I wasn't going to undress you without your consent pet."

You smiled a little and then it dropped off your face, "He. . . he told me the truth. About the prophesy surrounding me and how after I get married, I can't be used to end the soulmate bond. And he told me that he isn't my biological father, he is an FBI agent. And that my adopted mother died taking a bullet for me without me even knowing."

Loki's face was sympathetic and sweet as he rubbed your arms softly with the bar of soap. "I'm sorry My Queen."

"Did you know about the prophesy?"

"I'm sure I've read about it somewhere." Loki said nonchalantly. "Especially now that you've brought it up. But it wasn't something that popped in my mind upon meeting you or spending time with you."

You just nodded. "Did any of them know?"

Loki thought about it for a moment, "Perhaps the wizard? He reads just as much as I do. I'm not really sure about any of the others. Thor definitely does not, he isn't a big reader."

"I don't understand. Why would the ones who want soulmate bonds to stay try to kill me? Why wouldn't they just push me to get married faster?"

Loki shrugged, "Midgardians- and most species out there- don't ever make any sense when it comes to things that scare them. In three days this is all over pet. You don't have to worry. Although, we would all understand if you wanted to postpone the wedding for a funeral for your father."

Postponing the wedding sounded good. You weren't sure how you were supposed to act like you were happy when your father wasn't going to be there. It was so strange how quickly your attitude towards him had changed. Or maybe. . . maybe you'd just loved him all along.

On the other hand, postponing would give those on both sides more time to either attempt to kidnap you to use you, or attempt to kill you. What if it wasn't your father next time? What if it was one of your soulmates instead? Or your sister?

"No, I want to go through with the wedding. If we could speed it up, I would." You answered.

Loki dipped his head slightly.

"Loki?"

"Yes my Queen?"

"Can you untie the back of the bathing suit top?"

"Of course."

You leaned forward a little bit so that he could untie the stretchy strings that were holding the bathing suit top up. His fingers were nimble, deftly pulling out the knot that would probably have taken you a solid five minutes to get out. He pulled the strings free, letting them fall against your back when he was done.

You slid off the top and then pulled the bottoms off, soaking more fully in the tub. Your body didn't show as the bubbles from the bath covered most of your body up.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked as he clipped your wet swimsuit to hangers, hanging them up so that they could dry. How was he so good at home chores?

Loki summoned that book of poetry that he had read to you in the library. He read lots of different poems. The last one, he liked so much, that he tried to explain why he loved it so much. It went something like this:

One fine morning in the middle of the night,

two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other

draw out the swords and shot each other.

A deaf policemen heard this noise

and shot the two dead boys.

If you don't believe my lies to be true,

ask the blind man, he saw it too!

"I mean, the entire thing is a paradox." Loki said with absolute delight. "I mean, cause morning in the middle of the night, and back to back they faced each other! I mean, they're complete opposites in the same sentence."

You giggled, feeling a little lighter. "Loki, I heard the poem too."

"Sorry, it's just such good writing. And humorous as well." Loki said, delight in his eyes. You watched how passionately he spoke about writing that he liked.

After you finally felt a little better, you drained the bathtub. Loki put the book away, fetching you a fluffy towel that he wrapped around your bodice, helping you out of the tub so you didn't slip.

He let you dry off and get dressed while he kept his back to you. "Hey Loki, do you think we can have the second soulmate dinner up here? I don't know, just some random food or something. . . I don't really want to leave tonight."

"Of course, I'll let Tony know." Loki said softly. You could hear his fingers tapping on the phone.

After a half hour, the others came up with a lot of Chinese food. You all sat on the floor in the living room section, a few of them on the one couch. You leaned against Bucky's legs, sitting with Clint on one side of you and Thor on the other.

Dinner started with the heavy conversation. All of the soldiers were either dead, or they had been taken into custody to be questioned. Then you had provided with what your father had told you. You knew your sister was the one who needed to hear this, but you were still torn about whether or not you should tell her.

Most of them had heard about the prophesy, but the only one that had really connected me to it was Fury. Even Stephen hadn't, something he looked rather embarrassed to admit.

I was also made aware that my father's body was on ice until after the wedding. Now that they all knew exactly why people were coming after me, they all adamantly agreed on having the wedding as it was planned. Steve and Bucky even wanted to know if it was possible to speed up the process.

It was decided that there would always be at least one of them at all times. Which was fine with me. It was decided that I would be hanging out with Tony, Stephen, Wong, and Rhodey tomorrow.

Things came to a close quickly before everyone started to file out after wishing you a good night with some sort of affectionate hug or kiss on the forehead, cheek, or even lips.

Bucky was the last one and you suddenly felt the urge to grab his arm and say, "Bucky."

Bucky looked down at you, Steve and Sam pausing. You wanted to ask him to stay with you tonight. You didn't want to be left alone in this room, although Fury had promised that no one would be able to get in.

Then you realized that it might look like favoritism to the others and you let go of his arm and said, "Good night."

"Night Doll." Bucky said, kissing your cheek before walking down the hallway with Steve and Sam, throwing his arm over either of their shoulders.

Even though they were your soulmates, in that moment, it felt like they were something you could never be a part of.

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You tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep. Suddenly, there was a ding on your phone.

🪣🦾❤️: You still awake?

Y/N 🍸: Yes

🪣🦾❤️: One second

Three minutes later there was a knock on your door. You slid out of bed, peeping through the hole to see Bucky standing there. You opened up the door, "What are you doing here Buck?"

He held out his hand, "Come on. Let's go see some wild cats."

You smiled, taking his hand. The two of you walked through the semi empty hallways before going downstairs. Though it was past midnight and all the stores and shops were closed, there were still couples milling about.

Bucky led the two of you outside, and you guys walked for a bit. You could see lots of different cats that just looked like normal house cats walking around, drinking water from puddles or little bowls of milk that had been left outside of certain shops.

Bucky and you sat down on some steps by one of the pools. He put his arm around you and after a while, a white cat approached the two of you. It put its' paws on Bucky's knee, pushing up on its back legs to get closer to his face.

Bucky smiled before revealing a bunch of fish that he had in a little baggy. They were dead, but still in water to keep them fresh. He must've gone fishing at one point.

He held one of the fish out to the cat. The cat picked it up daintily, before promptly deciding to eat it right there. You looked away, staring up at the galaxy instead while you listened to Bucky absolutely adore the cat.

"Aww, you're so adorable. Yes, eat the fishy like a good little kitty. There you go, that's it. Awww~"

You smiled a bit. Yes, you should definitely get a cat when you guys went back.

Eventually, a few other cats wandered over, either because you were the most interesting thing around, or because they could smell the fish on Bucky. He gave all of them away and the cats were immediately curling up around us.

You scratched one behind the ears, loving how smooth, though slightly coarse the fur of the cat was. "We should get a cat or two when we get back home. Loki wants one too."

"Really?" Bucky sounded both surprised and excited.

"Yep. Black cats especially." You said with a slight smirk.

"Ah yes. A witches cat." Bucky said with a grin.

You laughed again and then yawned. The hot air was suddenly making you rather tired and you laid your head down on his shoulder. "That's alright doll, you can fall asleep. I'll carry you back up to your room."

"Don't wanna be alone." You mumbled.

"Okay. You don't have to be." Bucky whispered. You could hear him saying sad good-byes to the cats, before there was a sweeping motion and you snuggled into his arms.

"I love you Buckaroo." You mumbled, "So much."

"I love you too Y/N." He said and you could feel his lips lightly press to the temple of your head. "Gonna take care of you forever, I promise."

You smiled, feeling one tear slip down your cheek, though you weren't entirely sure why. All you knew, was that you were happy, content, and loved.

You fell asleep before you even reached the hotel.