#get some nice wine if possible

[peachylynnie]

gift exchange

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: in which you get sick on christmas, and sylus is there to make it better.

contains: sylus x mc!reader (not dating but sylus is down bad), christmas themes, a singular reference to his myth, a singular reference to grassland romance, mentions and consumption of food, suggestive themes, cursing, angst, and fluff.

a/n: i got sick. again. on christmas too. you know what that means. sylus time! on a related note, i hope everyone had a wonderful christmas. my rafayel fic is gonna upload soon as well. enjoy! reblogs and comments always welcome! do NOT copy or translate my work. sylus does NOT endorse plagiarism.

you curse as you rip open a hot chocolate packet. "sick on christmas," you grumble as you pour the contents into a mug. "how the fuck is that even possible."

of course, anyone can get sick at any time. it's inevitable. but, seriously? of all the days the pain in your throat and ears could have appeared, it just HAD to be on fucking christmas day. sure, it's not like you had any plans. normally you would celebrate with grandma and caleb by feasting on countless dishes and singing christmas songs from an old karaoke machine caleb swears isn't broken. but they're not around anymore.

you sigh miserably as you trudge over to the water dispenser for hot water, not wanting to think about your lost family. as you press the button for hot water, you lean against the dispenser, trying to figure out what you're going to do for the rest of the day. you were planning on visiting the market to make a nice dinner or perhaps order takeout at your favorite restaurant. but those are no longer viable options since your throat is killing you and your ears are incessantly burning. maybe you can order delivery? but that means you're going to have to clean up afterward, and you did NOT want to clean anything at the moment, especially with the state you're in.

shaking your head, you bring your mug back to the kitchen counter and search for a spoon.

"water for hot chocolate? i'm disappointed, sweetie."

you jump, an "oh, fuck!" leaving your mouth. sylus had materialized in front of you, a plastic bag in his left hand and a present box in his right. not like you noticed though. you were too startled by his sudden appearance. "what the fuck, sylus?! can't you knock?!"

"no," he deadpans, placing the bag and box on the kitchen counter. his fingers make quick work of untying the double knot on the bag. "besides," he spares you a glance. "i don't think someone who uses water to make their hot chocolate deserves a knock."

you roll your eyes. of course he fixates on that and doesn't explain why he's in your crappy apartment slandering you instead of downing at LEAST three glasses of wine in his luxurious penthouse on christmas day too. "well, screw me for being lazy, i guess," you mumble, crossing your arms.

"don't tempt me."

"huh?"

"what?"

you shoot him a look before grabbing your mug and heading to the other side of the kitchen counter. sitting on your squeaky high chair, you ask, "why are you here, sylus?"

he takes out a styrofoam container and opens its lid. immediately, the comforting smell of miso greets you. as sylus opens a cabinet to retrieve a pot (you don't question how he knows where to find it), you try to look at what else is in the plastic bag. tilting your upper body, you notice another container and hope it has some rice inside. what you don't notice is sylus' breath hitching when he turns back to you after pouring the miso soup into the pot and turning on the stove.

you were wearing a nice, loose top in your favorite color. except, its neck portion was completely cut off, leaving your collarbone and shoulders deliciously exposed. and because you were leaning on your side to take a look at what he had brought you (he loves when you're curious about anything involving him), the sleeve was slowly yet surely sliding down your arm, threatening to show a cup of your bra.

sylus instantly turns back to the stove, even though the miso soup shows no signs of boiling. rubbing a hand over his face, he shakes his head. no, he's not here to ogle at you (the top looks really good on you, and fuck, did your bra cup your breasts really nicely). he's here to take care of you. earlier, mephisto alerted him you were taking some cough drops. and knowing you, you probably didn't have any food on hand to sustain you through your sickness, given his last (secret) visit to your apartment to stock your (empty) fridge. taking a deep breath, sylus returns to the kitchen counter, reaching for the other container. he notices your inquisitive eyes.

"i'm here because it's christmas." he opens the container, and to your delight, it's omurice. marveling at how fluffy the omelette looks and how savory the fried rice appears, you almost miss his answer.

"huh?" you frown. "you're here because it's christmas?"

"is that not what i just said?" sylus jests as he plates the omurice and places it in your microwave.

"well," you start carefully. "shouldn't you have better things to do? like take luke and kieran shopping or pop open another bottle of wine because woo! christmas!"

the silver-haired man shakes his head with a chuckle, propping his hands on the kitchen counter. you try not to focus on his exposed forearms too much. forget the omurice and miso soup; you'll take his arms instead.

"first of all, luke and kieran are busy—"

"on christmas?!"

"yes, sweetie, on christmas." he raises a brow at you for interrupting. you drag your sleeve back up sheepishly.

"second of all, what makes you think i haven't already indulged in a bottle of wine today?" he tilts his head and crosses his arms, gazing at you with a hint of amusement in his ruby eyes.

you pout and look away. "fair point, i guess."

enjoying your cute reaction, sylus returns his attention to the stove. pleased to find the miso soup boiling, he turns off the stove and takes out a bowl from your cabinet (again, how does he know where to find that?). using a ladle to pour into the bowl, he hums a little tune. you try not to snicker at how terrible he sounds. after sliding a bowl of soup and a plate of omurice to you, sylus plants his elbows on the counter and rests his chin on a palm, allowing him a perfect view of his beloved (though you don't know you're his beloved yet; luke and kieran called him a loser before getting their asses handed to them).

"uh," you look at sylus, then at the food, and then sylus again. "you're not going to eat?"

he shakes his head. "i already ate before coming here."

hesitantly, you pick up your utensils. "you know you technically haven't answered my question, right?"

"i'll tell you once you finish." sylus responds immediately. it's almost as if he knew what you were going to say.

no longer wanting to torture your stomach, you cut into the omurice and take a bite. "mmm!" you cover your mouth as you chew. the softness of the egg, the savoriness of the fried rice—oh, you're in heaven. "this tastes really good, sylus!" you take a sip of the miso soup as well. not only does the warm broth soothe your throat, but the spice that comes with it clears up your sinuses, ceasing the burn in your ears.

the man in front of you can't help but smile at the sight. you, in your most vulnerable, beautiful state, enjoying his cooking. he could die a happy man here. and it wouldn't be the first time his cause of death is you. not that he minds or anything.

"thank you, sylus." you take a few more bites before swallowing. "seriously, i needed this."

"i know, sweetie," he says gently. "i know."

you glare at him, but not with as much malice as you used to. "did mephisto snitch on me or something?"

sylus lets out a laugh before grabbing the present box and joining you on the other side of the counter. "he simply saw a poor little hunter in need of some saving."

"since when does being sick mean needing saving?" you mutter as you set your utensils down, having finished the meal. you make a mental note to ask where he got the food. you're definitely going to visit wherever this exquisite meal came from (the man sitting next to you would die if he knew you wanted to visit his place).

sylus hands you the present box, causing your eyes to widen as you finally process its existence. "merry christmas, sweetie."

instead of accepting it, you jump out of your seat and dash to your room, though not without yelling a "wait here!" your heart beats rapidly as you open your closet door, your eyes landing on a small box wrapped in glossy black paper. yes, you were planning on spending christmas alone. yes, you were planning on giving this to sylus as nonchalantly as possible AFTER christmas (as much as he infuriates you, you still wanted to gift him something. why? you're not sure). and yet, here you are, holding the gift to your chest as you sprint back to the kitchen. "here," you pant as you thrust your gift into his lap. "merry christmas, sylus."

now it's his turn to be surprised. peering at what you just put in his lap, sylus can't help but blush profusely. you gifted him something. you actually gifted him something. you went out of your way to buy something for him. you thought of him. sylus brings a hand to his mouth, his fingers gripping the sides of his face hard. oh, you're too much. it's taking him everything to not crash himself into you and hold you tightly with his arms, to press himself so deeply into you until there is no chance in heaven or hell you could be separated from him.

"sylus?" you snap him out of his thoughts. "you okay?"

he blinks. "ah." releasing his face from his grip, sylus looks at you with a composed smile. "i'm alright, sweetie. thank you for the gift," he says as he starts unwrapping.

"it's not much," you say shyly. "thank you for your gift too. i'll open it after you finish opening yours."

sylus nods as he opens the box. his lips part when he finds what lies inside. a pair of black gloves, thermal lined with genuine fleece and adorned with adjustable straps. but most importantly, embroidery by your hands. he could recognize your handiwork anywhere thanks to your previous adventure in the grasslands. the white dove delicately sewn into the wrist of the right glove and the initials of his name intricately engraved into the wrist of the left. the man can't help but smile for the umpteenth time tonight. you really were something else.

"i noticed you wear fingerless gloves whenever you ride your motorcycle," you start as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. "as stylish as they are, mr. sylus," you tease. "i think it's better to have gloves that keep you warm during late-night joyrides, especially now since it's winter." finding the courage to grin at him, you conclude your explanation with, "merry christmas, sylus."

sylus swears he sees an angel sitting next to him. how could you not be an angel? with the way you're smiling at him right now? and the amount of thought you put into this gift? (he's trying not to obsess over the fact that you observe him whenever he rides his motorcycle.) the head of onychinus has never believed in angels. but now, he does. thanks to you.

"thank you, sweetie," he tries to say as calmly as possible. "i will cherish them." when he attempts to put the gloves on, you stop him.

"wait, you don't need to put them on yet! you're going to get hot."

"it's fine," sylus assures as he secures the straps. "i want to."

"okay," you flush, happy that he likes the gift. "let me open yours now."

you wonder why his box is so heavy as your fingers rip off the tape. a gasp escapes your mouth as the wrapping paper falls to the ground. "sylus," you tremble. "i can't accept this."

a record player. a sleek, gorgeous record player with an obsidian platter, supported by a mahogany base and a crystal case. you stroke the tonearm, dragging your index finger all the way to the headshell and relishing in the cool feeling the metal provides. "sylus…" you trail off.

"there's more, sweetie." he murmurs. out of thin air, sylus materializes several vinyls with his evol. your eyes widen, recognizing the images that lie at the center of each disc.

"oh my god, sylus!" your favorite band, he got you vinyl records of each album from your favorite band. they've never even had vinyl records before. holy fucking shit. "sylus!" you chant excitedly, leaping into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. "sylus! you shouldn't have! oh my god!"

you jump up and down eagerly, leaving the man stunned in his chair. his arms are outstretched, unsure what to do for the first time ever. you freeze, realizing the position you are in. "oh uh," you quickly retract from him, a red hue forming on your cheeks. "sorry about that." you go to sit back down in your chair, but sylus doesn't let you. he pulls you back to him with an arm around your waist and a hand at the back of your head. standing at full height, the head of onychinus hugs you tightly, so tightly it's as if he never wants to let you go. you hesitate before returning the hug, questioning the man's motives. but he doesn't say or do anything. just stands embracing you. realizing he bears no ill will, you pat his back playfully. "you know i'm sick, right?"

his grip doesn't loosen. "yes, i know."

"you're going to get sick, sylus," you tease, trying to pull away. as much as you appreciate his warmth, the last thing you want is for him to get sick. just the thought of it strikes fear in your heart. you're not sure why. "come on, let go."

sylus sighs before untangling his arms and sitting back down. he'll give in for now. besides, he wouldn't trade that elated look on your face when he revealed the records for anything in the world. he supposes he can enjoy such a view some more.

you giggle excitedly as you examine the vinyl records. "oh, should i play this one first? oh, what about this one? no way! you got this one too?!"

as always, you don't catch the woozy, lovesick smile that appears on sylus' face as he folds his arms and leans back to admire you. if this is what christmas with you is going to look like in the future, sylus desperately hopes you'll spend every christmas with him from now on. but, just to be sure, because nothing is guaranteed in the future, he follows your example and says for the second time of the night, "merry christmas, sweetie."

[natsheadrest]

🥥 mixed feelings with white dresses

analysis. your mother breaks the news to you that you’re being wedded off to some heir to a jewelry company. you have no knowledge on who she is in person, only that she’s rich and rather cold to anyone who approaches her. but when she walks you down the aisle after the vows, you find out she’s more of a sweetheart than you thought.

pairing. natasha romanoff x fem!reader wordcount. 4k

no other way masterlist

warnings. angst, arranged marriage!au, mentions of family abandonment (Father abandonment), many mentions of missing said father, slightly mean steve (makes fun of readers issues and reason why she's marrying Nat), some fluff at the end.

taglist. @natashasmuse @dvrkhcld @im-lesbianics authors note. the wedding section of this might be very poorly done, especially considering I have only been to around 3 weddings in my life and two of them was when I was a little kid. 😓 -- I did do plenty of research though so..

Your phone was settled on the counter after you recently checked your moms location, you sparsely sat on it due to lack of data and internet. Not wanting to waste it in case you needed it. for emergencies as you settled to make yourself coffee. You never liked the bitter taste of just, black coffee but you and mama couldn’t waste a single penny just for creamer. You were never one to waste any of your hard earned money, you’d rather spend it on your brother or mother whenever you are able to.

The house you lived in was small, having to share a room with your twelve year old brother while your mother sleeps on her own. Freezing in the winter and so fucking hot in the summer. The AC and heater don’t work and your family just can’t get enough money to fix it. Rather paying the bills to have a roof to live under was enough. Your nose scrunched as you hesitantly nursed at the coffee, the bitterness taking over your tastebuds. The coffee shop that mama and you love to go to had offered you a position this morning after an incident with a trainee and you were offered to be trained starting as of tomorrow.

The front door wiggled, keys jingled as it was pushed open. The hinges were rusty and old, creaking in complaint at being opened like it usually does. The familiar slim figure of your mother showed up in the doorway, coffee in hand as she settled down, eyes soft as she turned to you, “Hey sweetheart, you sleep okay?”

You smiled, walking over to give her a hug like you would always do whenever she came home. The childish grin found your face as you hugged the woman, nose pressing into her shoulder as you breathed in her scent. Motherly. That’s all you remember, the woman who raised you since you were crawling, the woman who had stuck around with you forever.

“I slept okay mama, but I’d like to tell you something,” You hummed excitedly, it was good news. Really, the excitement and enjoyment of the news for your mother that you so eagerly wanted to share died down on your tongue as she gently pushed you down onto the chair, she gave a shaky smile. The familiar smile that you saw when you caught her wine-drunk on a Tuesday after you came home from school as she promised to not drink anymore, “let me tell you something first, okay?”

You nodded, feet kicking off the worn-down stool you had perched yourself in. What would she possibly have to tell you that made herself look covered in guilt, what was wrong? You were genuinely worried, suspicion and a bit of fear sunk into your gut. Waiting to rip you apart.

“I met someone today, very nice, she was very sweet,” Mama continued on, her hand settled atop of yours. Gently squeezing your hand, four times. The usual, ‘I love you, sorry’ that was known within your family, “And she offered me something, well proposed something now that you’re finally an adult,”

“Mama, what’s going on?” You cut her off, her hand found your cheek, gently reassuring you that everything was okay. You relaxed in her touch, settling yourself ever so slightly.

“She’s the current CEO of that company, the jewelry company, I think it’s something along the lines of The Red Room?” She seemed unsure, lost a little bit, but before you could cut her off her finger found your lips and shut you up so she could continue on, “Her eldest daughter is your age, the heir to the company and she offered me to give you her daughter’s hand in marriage to help with Bennett’s future, and our future,”

Your heart sunk at that, engaged? Is that what you would call it, after everything you went through together. The drawing with chalk on the driveway just to play hopscotch, the catching lightning bugs and pill bugs. The affirmation that you two would be best-friends, she was there when you got your first period, your first breakup. And now? She was handing you away to a stranger right after you claimed that you were scared about marriage?

“So you’re throwing me away?” You let out a sniffle, body shuddering as tremors made their way through. Your throat tightened, it felt hard to swallow all these emotions, and as she reached out to reassure you, you snapped.

“You’re throwing me away just like dad threw us away? That’s not fair, why would you do that?” The small hint of anger that wrapped around the fear and sadness lashed out. Like a bullet piercing the air as you mentioned the man that left after your brother was born, the man who you believed to be your hero.

“Do not go there,” She warned, tone growing firm as she took a sip of her coffee. Her brows pinched, she sighed. Adjusting herself, before adding on, “You are not only just a daughter I raised, you’re the woman I brought up into this world. As much as I want to be there for you, it cannot continue to work like this, the universe has given us a hard life Y/N and if this is our light to help us shine like we were meant to, we will take it. But do not think this is me throwing you away, I will always love you, you’re my only daughter and I will not let the world rip you apart like it did me,”

Her words hurt, you felt guilty for lashing out. For acting like that so suddenly, you stood up. Giving her another simple yet comforting hug, before she patted your back and stepped away.

“You need to get dressed though love, an appointment was already booked for your wedding dress, your soon to be mother-in-law will be paying for everything you need,” She informed you softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before you were ushered into your room. You took in the silence, so many emotions raced through you as you rushed to get dressed. — Your phone was settled on the side table, you had tried on four different dresses by now. You didn’t even know what you wanted, especially with thinking a wedding wouldn’t be happening right now. The girl who was helping you with decisions had her eyes linger on you too long, as if she was jealous of whoever had your hand in marriage because you were rather gorgeous.

Yet, uncomfortable with her stares. It wasn’t like you knew who you were marrying either, you learned what she looked like. A quick google search of the company, the people who founded it and the upcoming heir. Her name was in bold letters, her age and appearance listed with a photo that made her look elegant. Her hair was curled, jawline sleek and eyes narrowed in an icy look that could kill. You couldn’t tell if you were afraid or about to go head over heels and blush over your soon-to-be wife. You read reviews, anything to gain knowledge on who this woman was. All that had come up was that your father-in-law to be is a jokester, a funny man and your mother-in-law to be was a sweetheart and very focused on the customers while Natasha? Natasha was focused on the company, not that interactive with the people but the user ‘StarkHasAHeart’ was very insistent that he had an interaction with the heir and that she was cold and unpleasant.

“Ms.L/N, what dress will you try on next?” The girl asked you, her voice soft but the hint of impatience was there. You thought quietly, back to your mother who was sitting in the front room. You used to want a specific dress, but that was when you were a kid. You thought quietly as you started to unzip the dress you were wearing. It was too big, too puffy for your liking and the zipper itched your back in an uncomfortable manner.

“How about a v-neck dress with bell sleeves?” You blurted out, the first direct ask from you yet from this appointment. The girl simply nodded and went back into the storage to find something similar to your request. When she came back and handed you it, you went into the dressing room and shut the curtain. Your movements were rough, but you precisely took off the current dress and gently put on the dress that was just grabbed for you. It was gorgeous, really. It sparkled and showed off your curves nicely, yet it matched the spark in your eyes. The softness that still remained in your face after childhood, you looked in the mirror. Admiring yourself, it reminded you of when you played dress-up with your father. Before he left. You would be in a blue ball-gown replicating Cinderella’s dress and he’d have messy ruined make-up over his face after you did it for him with plastic fairy wings on his back. You felt like crying now, the realization that your father wouldn’t be there to walk you down the aisle. He isn’t going to be the man to hand you away, your throat tightened. You and your mother had a tight bond, but with the time spent with your dada? Nothing could compete against that, he wasn’t the best at doing girly things. Hell, he didn’t even know how to put your hair in a ponytail when you were a kid but he tried his best. When your mama was at work, he’d let you stay up and sit on his lap while he sat on the couch with an xbox controller in hand while playing an old game of Call of Duty with friends. You exactly remembered the first time he let you play for him, touch the controller. When you grew old enough to play on your own, he’d play against you and every time he beat you a puff of rage went through your tiny little head as you stamped your feet before he let you win once. You honestly only played because you loved the dogs, and you would start bawling your eyes out every time one of your dogs died.

But you would remember the times where you sat atop of the stairs listening to your parents argue over the littlest things, the pure bouts of rage. The screaming at the top of their lungs and the front door slamming. It was usually your father that left the house during these arguments, you’d go hide in your room every time he left and cry into a pillow with the thought of him leaving. Although, you also remembered the time you went down the stairs early one morning, your old man was sitting at the counter with his phone in hand and a hand covering his face to hide the tears. He was hunched over and crying, that was the morning where your Pops died. You remember running into his arms to hug him, not knowing anything close to the grief he had about his father dying, but you tried your best as you snuggled into his chest for the rest of the morning.

After your brother was born, your father hardly showed up to the house after work. You would set up the xbox every night in hopes he’d come sit down with you to play and every night you sat there alone or playing a round by yourself. You were only ten, you still didn’t understand the concept of abandonment of a family member. Yet, you learned it the hard way when your mom broke it to you that your papa wasn’t coming back and he left you behind. Your mama wanted him to be seen as the bad guy in your eyes, and you never believed it. Before and after school you would sit at your window looking at the empty parking space where your fathers white Camry would sit. It took you two years to realize that the father you loved wasn’t coming back, and two more years to accept it and not think about where he is now.

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to laugh or cry, but this was the dress for you. “I’ll go for this dress Denise, thank you,”

You yelled out. Not wanting the woman to see the dress on you, or your mother. Not yet, you eased out of the dress as you settled back into the light grey sweater you wore with black leggings. You breathed out softly, adjusting yourself as you had the dress hung over your arm as you walked out of the dressing room.

Surprisingly Denise didn’t pout like you expected her to when you announced you were fine with it and didn’t bother to show. A sigh left your lips as she handled the payment that your soon to be mother-in-law did for you. Dress in a bag to prevent casualties from happening. Once you were given the signal to leave, you grasped your phone and went to the front door. Not waiting for your mother as you slid into the front seat, opening your phone to look at the picture of the woman you’ll be marrying. Your eyes bore into the green ones that didn’t seem to have a spark, pushing down the negative feelings to your gut as you looked out the window as the car began to drive. — It felt wrong. You, the dress that you wore, the fact that you were standing behind the foliage with the flowers of the pathway that would lead you down the aisle and towards the altar where the redheaded woman you had not seen at all in person. This shouldn’t be you walking down the aisle, it should be another girl with elegant features and a wealthy family. You already cried this morning into your mother’s abdomen, you couldn’t start crying now.

Your uncle stood beside you, he wasn’t tall for a man but he had the muscle. His hair was neat, his black suit fit him well. The only thing he was really missing to bring out his personality was the black glasses he wore inside or when reading. As a kid you remembered playing around with him, or taking a nap in his bed just to mess around with him sitting next to you while reading Lord of The Rings. He would turn his head to look over you, black glasses pushed down as his eyes peered at you over them and he would mock you for your bedhead. He tries his best to help you and your mom out, being a dentist isn’t a hard pay. But he lives out of state, caring for his pregnant wife and two year old toddler.

Your arm was looped into his, awaiting it to be your turn to walk on down. It wasn’t until a soft teasing voice interrupted your thoughts, “You know, you’re supposed to think about everything after the wedding,”

A soft nudge to your side had you letting out a small smile, the feeling felt weird. Why are you smiling? You’re about to be wed off to some stranger you never met, but, in the face of it all he was lightening you up a bit.

“It’s not that bad, I promise you that,” He started off, eyes turning to look over at you as his expression was soft. A hint of pride yet understanding met your fearful ones, “It may seem scary, for you especially since you don’t know her but all you gotta do is think on how life will be after that. Don’t let this catch you up on the freight train just yet, enjoy the peace now. You don’t know if she’ll end up being the nicest thing to happen to you or the meanest, and you will let me know how she treats you after a few months because I will not tolerate my eldest niece getting stuck in a marriage with a bully,”

“I’m your only niece,” You giggled out softly at his protectiveness, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of his bicep as the music shifted. Giving the indication for you both to start heading down, with a gentle movement you both started walking down the aisle. Everyone was standing, but it wasn’t a lot of people, only secluded for family and close friends. While you recognized a few familiar faces you kept your looks on the redhead standing down at the altar waiting for you. She was in a light-grey, collared, buttoned up vest with a notched lapel with a button down white blouse beneath it. Light gray trousers covered her legs and black boots, it matched the tight bun she had in her red hair as her green eyes met yours and you had to fight the blush rushing to your cheeks at her stare and appearance. Her outfit surprisingly matched yours well, you swallowed before you stopped at the end of the altar. Arm leaving your uncles before you took him into a tight hug, throat tightening before you whispered your delayed response, “You’ll be the first to know if anything goes wrong,”

You stood there for a second longer, before you let him go to his destined spot as you moved up to stand in front of Natasha. She was taking you in, did she think poorly of you? Was she angry she had to marry a low-life like you? Your hair neatly styled in a half-up half-down hairstyle, front pieces framed your face well enough as you took her in as well. She has a well-built stature, only a few inches taller than you and she was gorgeous. You started to believe that this woman could, in-fact hurt a fly but not only with her words but with her looks. It wasn’t until the officiant cleared his throat.

“Welcome friends, family, and loved ones. I am Steve, a friend of one of the partners here today that are joining together in marriage,” He announced, tone smooth and clean but all you could focus on was the woman standing in front of you.

“Yet, we are all gathered here today for the marriage of Natasha Romanoff, and Y/N L/N,” He continued on, her name sounding smooth coming off of his lips. Although you had never said it, you’d wish you had whispered it to yourself for the confidence boost before standing in front of such a powerful woman. Maybe she was the heir for a reason, breathing in as you finally settled on listening to Steve.

“Although these two lovely women had not had much of an experience together yet, we know that it is a great thing in the future for them to have. No matter the issues at home, the brave step to come into this marriage is a wonderful thing and who knows, maybe this relationship will bloom to be a lovely thing,” He added on, finishing his speech with that and it had not but only stressed you even more.You subtly flickered your eyes to your uncle, who didn’t look too pleased himself but you focused on Natasha after it was mentioned for you two to share your vows. You had stayed up most of the night planning yours, one to not be too romantic but enough to share your devotion.

It wasn’t until she said her vows first, and honestly? You might have melted, her voice was soft, sweet like honey, “On this day, I give you my heart, My promise, That I will walk with you, Hand in hand, Wherever our journey leads us, Living, learning, loving, Together, Forever,”

It was sweet, brows furrowing as you felt your stomach churn with an upcoming feeling of nervousness. You took a moment to process, were your vows good enough as hers? She executed it perfectly, it was just the right amount to give to someone that you’re marrying without even knowing them. You adjusted your stance to get more comfortable, before you finally shared your own vows, “I, Y/N, take you to be my wife. I promise to love you, support you, and cherish you through everything we will face together,”

Her eyes held yours as you said them, it wasn’t until your brother showed up to the altar with both of your wedding rings. Natasha had picked up yours, gently picking up your hand as her thumb brushed against your knuckles. Body leaning in close as you felt the warmth she was radiating, the cool metal of the ring slid onto your finger as you felt your eyes wander to the jewelry on your hand. Shakily, you lifted the only ring left in the hold of your brother before he was coaxed back to his spot. Your hand took Natasha’s, feeling the softness of her skin. The callouses in her fingers and you couldn’t help but let your fingers brush against hers before you slid the ring onto her finger. You felt like you were in a trance, not hearing Steve declare you both wife’s. You didn’t even feel her hand find your face as she leaned in, forehead brushing against yours at the close contact. It wasn’t until you felt her nose bump into yours that you snapped out of it right as her lips lightly pressed into your own. The kiss was sweet, soft, nurturing as she pulled back.

People were clapping, and it was getting overwhelming. You took everything in your might to not recoil back before a hand slithered around your back and rested on your waist. Natasha began to lead you down the aisle, and took a left instead of a right. You were confused until you saw the black car sitting in a parking lot as she opened the passenger door for you. Your bags were already packed and placed at her place to be ready to be unpacked, she buckled the seatbelt for you before she slid into her driver's seat.

“You’re visibly stressed love, I’m not going to put you through all that with the reception afterwards, we can go home and settle now,” Her voice smoothed out her plan, you felt a bit of gratitude for her consideration as the car pulled out of the parking lot and drove through the city. You leaned your chin into the palm of your hand as you looked out the window, breathing out softly into the tense silence afterwards. You couldn’t help but think back on the empty seat beside where your mother sat. You knew who that spot was for, Melina probably even handed the invite to the man you adored. He didn’t show up. He broke that promise of seeing you walk down the aisle in a pretty dress that he would love to see you in, and he didn’t even get to see you at all.

As you thought in your solitude the car pulled into a driveway into a decently sized house. It was unique, not a mansion but it was rather grand. You could tell that the redhead had money, the house was practically the queen of the subdivision. You watched her open the car door and leave, your fingers unbuckled the seatbelt before reaching to pull the handle before the door opened for you, Natasha helped you out of the car steadily. Her hand found your waist again to guide you up the steps. You had to admit she was rather polite, it was something you were beginning to adore as you looked at the front door as she started to unlock it.

Once it creaked open, no hinges complaining, no creaking. She led you inside as you noticed your bags settled at the bottom of the staircase in the house, it was huge inside. You couldn’t even believe you were standing here, it wasn’t until you snapped your head to look at Natasha when she spoke out with a soft rasp.

“Welcome home,”

[calmcoldevening]

Santa Art the clown x reader headcanons

Tw: blood, murdering, some smut, no minors

Note: I just watched the Terrifier 3 and I'm impressed. Can't not to write about this guy

• I hope you've been a good girl all year, because this Santa loves it when you're good. Be sure, he will give you any gift you wish.

• But if you've been a bad girl, that's good too. He loves every side of you, it makes his pants tight. Especially if you flirt with him.

• It will be cool if you like his new costume. Of course Art still has his good old black and white makeup on but the costume is red now. You don't mind, do you?

• Just sit on his lap while he's in the suit and whisper in his ear the most dirty desires you have. God, sugar, he's crazy about you. His buddy will instantly get rock hard and provide you with an unforgettable Christmas.

• On Christmas morning, he will meet you tied up under the tree with some beautiful ribbon. Or your ex's guts. If you're lucky.

• During Christmas, he will be incredibly romantic and will give you a lot of gifts. Sure he stole them, but when did you care?

• Whenever possible, he will try to pull you onto his lap so as not to leave the image.

• He will be glad if you make chocolate cookies and milk for him. He liked this treat too much in homes with children who were waiting for the real Santa.

• In this costume, Art will fuck you like never before. He loves his sweet girl so much. And after all these murders, he feels even hotter, so intimacy will be accompanied by the presence of someone else's blood on his red suit. It may be unpleasant and disgusting, but you're already used to it.

• As long as he wears the Santa costume, he feels warm and cozy. Therefore, he becomes even more clingy, Art literally always wants your hugs or just to keep you close.

• The thought of you looking at him while he's making his new sophisticated weapon makes him so damn hot and hard. But he's still so focused on what he's doing that he can't get distracted. But after that, Art will really give you time.

• He's a damn possessive guy, so now people can often spot you in the arms of a weird Santa. Art just doesn't want anyone staring at you with dirty thoughts. It's better to let these rude people look at him, as long as only he can touch and love you.

• He would love to wrap you in wrapping paper and leave you under the tree as a “gift” to see how long it would take you to get rid of the wrapping paper. He would probably laugh if he saw you in agony. Especially if you were wearing some nice but bloody clothes. Art would have found it damn hot.

• Teach this guy to drink and he will often spend evenings with you in the company of wine or something similar. Of course, this is not his style, but the heat from alcohol in his veins vaguely reminds him of adrenaline and the pleasure of killing. Especially if alcohol makes you more relaxed and playful.

• Art won't let you spend Christmas with anyone else. So just decorate the house and, for example, cook a festive dinner. Art will return and you will spend this magical "family" night together.

[dearhargrove]

lucky you

summary you get a new pair of pants, including a little surprise for your boyfriend.

words 1195

note yes. reader gets those jeans with the 'lucky you' under the zipper. I've seen them everywhere and I want a pair so I'm writing about reader owning one because I'm broke 😔 don't know if this is horseshit or cute. mind that English isn't my first language pls 🥹

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At first it had heen nothing but a coincidence. You'd been at the local thrift store for some new clothes - not just for yourself but for Sam and Dean, too.

After actually finding some decent jackets and shirts for the boys, you finally looked for yourself. There were few nice looking ones but you couldn't find your size so you kept searching. And then, you saw it. The perfect pair of jeans. Nicely washed out, material looking nice, low waist but not so far it would be impractical and most of all you saw the zipper when taking them into your hands.

Instead of just blank denim behind the zipper, it said ‘lucky you' with a four-leaf clover, the writing gold on wine red fabric. It's adorable. It's your size. And you just know Dean would have an aneurysm when he sees the little detail.

So, you go to the cash register and buy them.

You're at the motel you, Sam and Dean had been staying at for the most recent case not much later, clothes in two bags and purse under your arm.

When you open the door Dean is sprawled on the bed Sam had taken, eating what looked like greasy fries.

He grins at you and waves his hand, fingers shining with grease, “Welcome back, baby.”

You grimace, “Go wash your hands.” He pouts and looks offended, turning his hand to check what you mean and then biting back a sassy retort to instead say, “Will do when I'm done eatin’.”

“We were gonna get dinner and look for another case tonight?” You remind, unpacking the clothes to sort which brother got which. Dean watches you, still noisily enjoying what you're pretty sure are cold fries from yesterday's dinner. He shoves the last few fries into his mouth, sucks the salt off his fingertips, chews and then nods, saying a food-muffled, “yes, ma'am.”

You roll your eyes, albeit fondly, and dump the new clothes on Sam's duffle, assuming he's out for either a run or to stock up on some snacks for the road and stem your hands on your hips. The look you give Dean is enough for him to move of off Sam's bed with a grumbled complaint.

Instead of going to the small – definitely moldy – bathroom, he stalks over to you and wraps one arm around your waist, looking over your shoulder and at the small pile of clothes for him. Using the angle to his advantage he nips at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, then kisses up to your ear and finishes with sucking a hickey there.

You let him — not just used to his possessiveness by now but having learned to love it, too.

“These for me?” You just hum, rifling through the two jeans and one jacket to give him an overview. “Yeah, these are good. Thank you, angel,” he moves from his spot behind you, kissing the corner of your mouth as he moves past you and to the bathroom. He says something that you tune out because it's definitely TMI, then slams the door behind himself.

You roll your eyes fondly when he calls out an apology for slamming the door (something you had instilled in him not to do), then chew on your bottom lip in thought. Hm.

He's in the bathroom and judging by the look of the fries he will be in there for at least ten minutes…

With that thought you try on the cute jeans you had spoiled yourself with, surprised to find them fitting almost perfectly. They're almost mid rise but not enough to really be considered that, they sit tight but not painfully so around your thighs and are loose around your calves, typical straight fit. They do however accentuate your behind nicely, which you're sure Dean will take note of and appreciate.

With a satisfied little hum you sit down at the table and look through the newspaper for possible new cases.

Dean comes out a moment later, furrowing his brows deep in thought before tilting his head. “You changed your pants,” he notes, proud of himself to have noticed the small detail. It makes you chuckle and nod, “Bought these today. Thought they were cute.”

He makes a contemplative sound and gestures you to stand up and come over to where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. When you do his hands grasp your hips. “Turn around f’me, angel?” You do, weak to the needy but demanding tone in his voice.

“Fuck,” he grunts, definitely appreciating the view. “You like?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and he licks his lips.

“My gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, kissing along the revealed skin of your belly where your shirt had ridden up. Smiling softly you run your fingers through his hair, waiting for his next move.

Expected but also totally unexpected he pops open the button on your jeans, then tugs down the zipper slowly. You see the exact moment that it registers what is imprinted on the inside of the zipper, his mouth opens a little and his one hand tightened on your hip.

“You tryin’ to kill me, baby?”

Grinning, “‘s a fun little detail, ain't it?” He groans as if you'd shot him, head falling forward and resting against your belly. He pushes his hand to the small of your back, mouthing at the sensitive skin of your abdomen, “Gettin’ me all worked up when you know Sammy's gonna be back any second.”

Biting your lip you make a punched out little sound, his mouth always putting you on edge. He grips the waistband of the jeans with both hands, fully ready to pull them down when the motel room door opens and Sam's ‘hello’ is interrupted by the sight of Dean's face burrowed in your stomach, your hands in his hair and the fly of your jeans open.

“Oh my God, guys. This is a shared space. Get a different room for that.” You snort, stepping back after Dean dutifully zips your pants back up and pats your bottom.

“Take it as an apology that I brought you new clothes?” he huffs but looks through the pieces you'd put on his duffle, ultimately saying thanks. Dean is still staring at you — more so the way you move in these lethal jeans — his eyes dark and his hands fisting the sheets.

It's a sight you couldn't withstand.

“Hey Sammy, Dean and I are gonna get dinner. D’you want a caesar salad?” There's a thumbs up and then you're being dragged out of the room with possessive hands gripping your waist. You're glad for the summer heat because Dean would not have let you waste another second by grabbing a jacket.

When you reach Baby he stops, breathing down your neck — literally.

“‘s that your gun or are you that excited to see me?” you tease and he nips at your shoulder in warning. “Get in the backseat, baby. Need to have a closer look at these new jeans.”

Oh, you're in for a ride judging by the look in his eyes.

[watchmegetobsessed]

UNMATCHED

A/N: it's been like 6 months since i last posted something and honestly, i haven't even written anything, things are very shitty these days but i felt the motivation to write this quickly after watching 'tell me lies' and 'rivals' these past weeks so here we go! if student-prof type of fics are not your thing then don't read it

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

WARNING: age gap, student-professor relationship

SUMMARY: Harry is very strict about staying away from students as a young and handsome professor, but there is one person he can't get out of his head and a Christmas party brings an unexpected turn.

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Harry hates these type of parties, mostly because he can’t imagine inviting dozens of students into his home, his private space, have the roam around and spend an entire evening with them, talking and pretending like they aren’t just trying to get a better grade at the end of the semester with their too friendly behavior. Or, in his case, some girls try to push the boundaries and flirt with him, hoping to hook up with him. 

He is not stupid. He has heard students whisper about him several times, he notices the heart eyes when he is talking in class and he has gotten several phone numbers on papers since he started his PHD studies and started teaching last year. His friends teased him about being the heartthrob of the faculty, but he didn’t think it would actually happen and to this extent. To avoid any possible scandals, not that he planned to make any, he has put on quite a rigid mask towards the students to scare them off from even trying, though that hasn’t stopped some of them from wanting to shoot their shot. 

He wouldn’t have come to this party, he would rather be home and continue his research that’s still not even close to being done, but Professor Bradford, or Stella as she requests Harry to call her, is the only person he gets along with in the faculty. She is 18 years older than Harry, but still younger than the rest of the old men who have been teaching here since probably before the declaration of independence was signed. Those men are the reason younger people don’t like classic literature anymore, with their outdated ways of teaching and unwillingness to bring something modern into their lectures they are scaring the new generations away. But not Stella. She is one of the reasons Harry went into his PHD and now he gets to work with her. He couldn’t just reject her invitation for her annual Christmas Party she holds for her students and some colleagues. 

Now he is standing by the wall, drinking mulled wine and just gritting his teeth, trying to calculate how early is too early to leave. A couple of girls have already tried to chat him up, they like to circle him, leave him almost no room to escape and then make him talk about school stuff, but then they slyly bring up personal things, hoping to break his usual character, but he sees through them always. 

Harry’s best friend, Niall always teases him that he should just give in and have fun with one of them. His morals are a lot looser than Harry’s, that’s for sure. 

Just as he is about to look for the bathroom, not to use it but to hide for a bit, another group of girls spots him and he can already feel his skin crawling as they approach him from down the hallway. He is quick to assess the situation, but he realizes he has no chance of fleeing before they reach him. 

“Profesor! So good to see you here!” 

And here we go. 

It goes the same, they are extremely nice and inquiring about his plans for the next semester and then suddenly they are talking about summer and Harry knows they are moments away from asking what he’ll be doing once the school year is over. One of the girls is talking about going to Italy on a yacht and the others chime in with their own ridiculously over the top plans while Harry is avoiding to even look at them, his eyes roam around the other guests. 

That’s when he sees her. 

Just down the hall he can peek into the kitchen and there she is, with a boy Harry assumes to be her boyfriend. He’s seen them around campus the past few weeks, he even waited for her after Harry’s class and saw them walk away together as he fought the way his stomach churned every time. 

Since the moment she walked into his class at the beginning of the semester Harry has been feeling like he is losing his mind. Whether it be the way she laughs with her friends before class or focuses with undivided attention as Harry explains something by the board, or says hello every time she passes him in the cafeteria, Harry can’t stop thinking about her for days after even though he knows such feelings should be banned from his mind when it comes to a student. Every time he catches himself thinking about her he wants to throw himself out the window, but he still can’t fight it. There’s something in her that draws him in and swallows him whole and it’s not just the looks. Unlike a lot of students who take his classes for easy credits or to drool after him, she is there to learn as much as she can and she’s had the most brilliant thoughts on certain subjects Harry has ever encountered, making him almost jealous he wasn’t the one to think about them. 

She is… unmatched. And forbidden, but impossible to ignore. She’s been his vice for months.

From where he stands it appears she is having a fight with said boyfriend, her always cheerful expression is now rather upset and confused while the boy seems to be over the conversation, almost irritated by her, dismissed. Harry tries to appear not too obvious about watching them, but he is also way too fixated on her to ignore what’s happening just down the hallway. 

He glances away just for a few seconds, but the next time he looks back he sees the boy stomping away, irritated, while she is left there, pulling on her coat before disappearing through the backdoor, swallowed by the darkness of the unlit back terrace. 

And before Harry could stop himself, he is already moving.

“Excuse me girl,” he mumbles disorientedly as he slips out of the small circle. 

He places his glass to a nearby table and then grabs his own coat from the wardrobe in the hallway before making his way outside. After her. 

The moment he steps out into the cold a short sense of realization washes over him that he definitely shouldn’t be here, that he is crossing a line, but then another voice in his head tunes it out, convincing him that he is just making sure she is okay and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

Stopping by the door his gaze rakes through the terrace, but he doesn’t see her, until she spots her slouched form sitting on the bottom of the stairs leading out to the lawn. He hears her sniffling, but she hasn’t acknowledged his presence yet, if she noticed it at all. There’s a couple of moments of hesitation on his end, he can hear the rational side of him screaming somewhere in the back of his mind, telling him to turn around and just walk back inside, yet he still finds himself moving towards him and then that voice is silenced. 

“Everything alright?” Harry asks from the top of the stairs, but he startles her so much that she jumps to her feet and backs away a few feet. That’s when he sees her tearful eyes and red nose. 

“S-Sorry, I don’t–”

“Hey, it’s all good. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just checking in.”

She squints her eyes at him and that’s when he realizes she must not even see his face since the light is coming right behind him. So he walks down the stairs and then finally his face is lit and realization settles in her eyes. 

“Oh, Professor Styles. Hi.”

“Hello Y/N. Are you okay?” he asks again, to which she just chuckles bitterly. 

He can’t miss that even with tears running down her cheeks and her eyelashes stuck together, she looks so fucking beautiful it baffles him. He has to fight the urge to reach out and touch her tear-soaked cheeks. 

“Um, yeah, everything is… perfect,” she scoffs, reaching into her pockets, probably looking for tissues, but finding none so Harry grabs one from his inner pocket, handing it over to her, her fingers brushing against his for the shortest second as she takes it and then it’s over, but his skin keeps tingling. 

“Thanks,” she mumbles before drying her face as much as she can. “I’m good. Just…” She looks at him and changes her mind. “Ah, wouldn’t want to bore you with my nonsense personal drama.”

“Drama is never boring, have you learned nothing in my class?” he jokes and it actually makes her laugh. 

“This drama is not worthy of being taught in class though.”

“I bet some of the big names thought the same thing upon writing what we read in class these days.”

“So you’re saying I should write about how my boyfriend is fed up with me because I told him something he did hurt me?”

“That sounds like something I bet a lot of people would want to read about,” he smiles and when she mirrors it, he can feel his chest expanding. Somewhere way too deep in his mind an alarm goes off, but it quickly becomes one with the void and all he can think about is her. “Actually I can think of a few great pieces that are about similar topics.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, believe it or not, you’re not the first one to experience this.”

The way she looks at him is setting him on fire. The mixture of sadness, tiredness and gratitude towards his attempt to cheer her up is still making her glow in a way Harry has never seen before on any woman. 

“Do you mind analyzing one for me right now?”

“I’d be happy to.”

The party is completely tuned out for the two of them. First they actually talk about a novel, but soon it turns into sharing their favorite books and authors, their guilty pleasure reads,  recommendations for each other and even more personal bits Harry would never share with a student, but Y/N is the exception. 

They have no idea how much time passes as they stand outside and Harry ignores how the cold starts to sting his fingertips even in his pockets, because he knows that if they go inside this bubble will pop and he is too selfish to let that happen just yet. 

When there’s a short silence Harry notices that she is probably slipping back into what happened earlier and when she looks at him again he already knows she is about to share.

“I gave him a chance and explicitly told him not to fuck me over, because I can’t deal with that again. But all he has been doing is manipulating to believe that I’m always in the wrong.”

“It’s impossible for you to always be in the wrong.”

“I know. Well, part of me knows, but then I always go back to thinking that he is right, I must have messed up something.”

“That just proves that you have self-criticism, that you don’t just think everything you do is perfect.”

She sighs and looks away, her gaze distant as she battles herself inside her head, a feeling Harry knows very well, unfortunately. It doesn’t sit right with him that she is visibly struggling because of an immature guy’s untreated problems. She deserves so much more, but how can he tell that without crossing a line?

“Give it some time and you’ll see it clearer. Use your critical thinking on his actions as well, not just yours and don’t settle for less than your worth.”

“You think I did that?” she asks, eyes jumping back to meet his gaze. “You think I settled for less than my worth?”

There’s more behind her eyes than the words she said out loud and he is torn, because he can feel himself being pulled in more than ever, like she just opened the door the slightest and he has the chance to slip in. It’s the first time he senses something on her part and after all the yearning he is eager to take the chance. 

“I think you deserve a lot more, Y/N. You’re brilliant, bright and give so much to others, you should get the same amount if not more back. If someone can’t see that, then they don’t deserve you.”

For a second he wishes he didn’t say a thing, he regrets crossing the line and he fears her reaction, but then… 

Then he forgets everything. Because she is kissing him. 

It happens fast, one moment she is staring up at him with doe eyes, the next her lips are crashing against his, her hands grabbing onto the lapels of his coat. He barely recovers from the shock when she is already pulling away.

“I-I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, I just—Oh my Go–”

Her stammering is quickly cut short when he kisses her, his hands holding her jaw to angle her face perfectly and while her kiss was closed, rushed and panicked, this one is different. He is quick to beg for her to open her lips so he can explore as much of her as humanly possible, he is letting all the passions loose that he’s been locking up these past months and when she returns it just as eagerly it just pushes him even further. 

They inch back to the wall of the house and when he pins her against it a moan slips past her swollen lips, completely maddening him. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes against her lips, kissing her jawline, savoring the sweet taste of her skin that’s supposed to be cold, but it’s actually burning. For him. 

He keeps one hand on the side of her neck, the other one digs into her hip through her coat and she keeps pushing against him, while her hands wander under his coat, they are on his waist, back and when they move to his lower stomach, brushing against his belt, something snaps inside him. 

But before he could completely lose his mind the backdoor opens and he quickly sobers up, pulling her farther away from the corner so they can’t be seen. 

“...and that was actually crazy,” a girl speaks up, oblivious to how Harry has Y/N pinned against the wall just a few feet away. They are both breathing heavily, but she has her face buried in his shoulder while he covers his mouth with a hand, adrenaline racing through his veins. 

“Ah shit, I’m out of cigarettes,” another girl says.

“Mm let’s get out of here then. I think Max said they are having a little party as well.”

“Okay.”

Then the door opens again and the voices disappear, but reality hits Harry hard in the head.

He slowly pulls back, enough to look at her face and when he sees her swollen lips and slightly smeared mascara he almost combusts. 

Because he wants nothing more than to take her, right here and then everywhere else in the world, but he also realizes what he just did and this time his rational side wins. 

“Fuck,” he gasps as he jumps back, cupping a hand over his mouth.

“I wanted it–”

“Y/N, stop!” he cuts her off. “Fuck, this was a mistake.”

“But I wanted it! You didn’t–”

“I said stop!” he barks and she shuts her mouth right away. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

And before she could protest again or worse, kiss him again, he is already storming back inside, across the house towards the front door.

“Harry! I haven’t seen you all night!” Stella catches him, but he just wants to get as far away from this house and from Y/N as possible.

“I’m sorry, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later,” is all he manages to say before he is already out the door.

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flight risk

john wick x fem reader, minors mdni

synopsis: life was perfect, despite what your parents wished for you, you had all you could possibly want. surely your husband wont wake you up at 2am and drag you across the world, uprooting everything you've ever known.

authours note: this is the first thing i've ever written AHHH AHHH AHH, thank you for reading though!! oh my goshhh, i'm so nervous.

cw: drugging, guns, suspected kidnapping, morally grey but also not john, john just wants his wife guys </3

it had been exactly 3 years since you had uprooted your life after meeting john. which sounds like a major sacrifice, because well sure, thats how your parents viewed it. the confused pinching of your mother's eyebrows as she fiddled with her wedding ring told you that. 

you didn't need to be a genius to recognise that perhaps your father didnt trust john, slipping pepper spray into your purse and a pocket knife onto your keychain as you said goodbye in the airport. maybe it was an act of rebellion moving away, far away. sure you were naive, but in a specific way. you had seen shit, a lot of shit, but you made an active choice every day: see the good. is it indescribably cliche? absolutely! but hope kept you going. 

so when you stumbled upon a particular six-foot man with a limp, you tilted your head both in awe and intrigue. your first dates were awkward, almost forced. he was incredibly vague about every little detail in his life and so naturally, you chalked that up to ‘he must not like me.’ when you asked about his family, he responded that he didn't speak to them. when you asked about his job, you got the typical ‘im a contractor’ response. what the fuck is a contractor? what are you like a spy? psh. 

but he was sweet, a gentleman too. paranoid and perhaps vigilant to a fault, but you didn't ask questions. he was just being overprotective, which was nice in your eyes. you fell deeply in love with him, getting married 2 years after meeting him. you pieced together his career. he would call you a pacifist when you commented on the number of guns he seemed to own casually. which sure, wasn’t exactly a lie. but he didn't view the world as black and white, and therefore neither should you, you decided very quickly. 

it was your anniversary so you decided to set up a beautiful, intimate dinner at home. he arrived and you pushed him away to put on some slacks, even though it was just the two of you. he would chuff, kiss your temple, and oblige. so there you sat, serving dinner, walking over to his side of the table to pour him merlot when you accidentally bumped the bottle with your hip, knocking it off the table. you let out a yelp, frozen as you watched him catch it effortlessly without breaking eye contact with you. there were 2 things to note about his actions. 

1. you were unquestionably sure that this must be the most attractive thing anyone has ever done, fuck.

2. the speed of his reflexes did not match the job description or the skillset that belongs to a ‘contractor’

the dinner continued, albeit awkward because you had questions. and to your surprise, he wasn't so vague. now he was being blunt to a fault. which you suppose married couples are. 

“im a hitman” he stabbed a shrimp sitting on top of the pile of pasta, bringing it to his mouth with a sense of casualness that was unnerving. haha. funny.

so naturally, you giggled as he chewed. 

“a hitman? john that’s- ridiculous. can you be serious for a moment? i love your jokes, but this is our anniversary dinner.” you laughed softly into your wine glass, tilting your head and propping your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on (an action that would have caused your mother to hit the back of your hand with her fork due to the improper manners you were displaying).

“not a joke baby” he hummed almost with a solemn look in his eye. the reality of the situation hit you like a freight train when he reached out to hold your hand over the table, drawing soft, soothing circles on the back of it. not a joke. it wasn’t a joke. 

he slept on the couch that night. maybe it was harsh, but no- no, he deserved that. you married a man, a hitman. who lied about his entire career and kept guns under floorboards, you didn't even know could be kicked up. alas, trust was built back up. he reassured you he only killed dangerous people who did bad things. life wasn't so black and white, you realised once again. it took a while, but you fell back to the stage where you trusted him again. 

he came home late some nights, and left to go overseas every now and then for a week or so. but he would come back with little souvenirs for you: wine from rome, chocolate from switzerland, and jewellery from india. he made money that you could only dream about, but who can put a price on taking someone's life? 

you adored him though. maybe it was fucked up, maybe you were sick and twisted. but your husband would kill for you without hesitation, and you couldnt lie to yourself and say that fact didnt turn you on at least a little bit. 

you both moved to tokyo, right in the middle of the city about a month after this dinner. relocation seemed to be a common theme, but new cities and new languages were always exciting for you. and he assured you all was well, but you had your suspicions. maybe he feared someone he pissed off would come find you, even the score and put a bounty over your pretty head. 

you enforced the fact that if you were going to sleep with guns in the house, they all needed to be locked away in gun safes. there needed to be rules, and trustworthiness for this to work. john lied, he kept a hidden one in his bedside table, and another under your bed alongside the others in the safe. 

the rain pelted, it was a sunday night, well morning technically you realised. pretty much all of japan had been hit with a tropical storm, which meant that sleepless nights in your shared highrise apartment came with built in ‘white noise’ sounds from the thunder outside. though this night, you slept soundly. it was about 1am when you faintly heard footsteps, belonging to john you assumed. 

talking in incoherent sleep babble, you didnt open your eyes, you just mumbled ‘john..?’ muffled by your pillow. whoever it was stopped what they were doing and walked over. 

“mm, hi baby. it’s me. go back to sleep mkay? it’s late.” a silky smooth voice surrounded you in a blanket of warmth and you mumbled an i love you and drifted back off.

unaware. he waited until you were out cold before he started haphazardly shoving belongings of yours into a suitcase. he proceeded to zip it up and prop the suitcase against the wall next to his own. on top of his suitcase laid two drivers liscences, marked with photos of the two of you, but with different names, addresses, birthdays. identities. you stirred in your sleep as a calloused palm gently cupped your cheek, whispering your name. your eyes blinked open sleepily. 

“hi my sleepy girl” he looked down at you, perched on the side of your bed with a soft smile, still dressed. which was odd, why wasnt he in his usual sleeping sweatpants? you sleepily blinked up at him, looking over to your digital clock. 1:47am. 

“mhmhphmh?…” you mumbled out, an unspoken question as if to say come to bed, what are you doing? your eyes fluttered closed again, snuggling back down.

“honey, need you to wake up for me, kay? im sorry, i know, i know..” he gently rubbed your back, biting down on his cheek until he drew blood, loathing himself for what he was about to put you through. his sweet, sweet girl.

“eyes open, open them up for me.” he gently tapped your cheek and begrudgingly open them, sitting up looking unimpressed. 

“it’s 2am i wanna-” you yawned softly, covering your mouth. “wanna sleep john, just come to bed.” your eyes shifted around the room landing on the packed suitcases. suddenly sleep no longer felt like a priority. 

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, tucking your hair behind your ears as you looked to him for answers wordlessly. he sighed softly, a deep one that he had clearly been holding in for a moment or two. he gently stood up, holding out a hand for you to take and pulling you up, walking you to the walk-in robe. 

“i know you’re confused, and probably scared. you trust me, don't you baby?” he looked down at you as he rummaged through clothes that belonged to you. he settled on a sweater and jeans. 

“trust you..? of course i do.. i just don't, john.. what's happening?” you asked, almost with hurt in your voice, a conviction of what was about to occur. 

he gently walked back over, mumbling a quiet ‘arms up’ as he slipped your nightgown off, putting a sweater on you, and passing you jeans to put on. 

“it’s just a precaution baby. don't want to scare you, okay? we’re just going on a trip for a little bit, okay?” he said calmly as you zipped up your jeans and slipped on converse. you swallowed thickly as he put a baseball cap on your head.

“an incognito sort of trip?” you said with disappointment, realising all too well what this trip meant. “where? you know i panic when i fly, i can't get on a plane, john.” he kissed your forehead softly, washing away any doubt. 

“there are eyes and ears everywhere, baby, we have to be quiet about this, just have some faith in me, i wouldn't purposefully put you in a dangerous situation, yeah?” he walked out, sliding her fraudulent id into her pocket. it was like a whole double life he lived. she had no idea he had these made, did he have fake passports too? emergency cash stashed somewhere? you followed him like a lost dog as he picked up your suitcases. 

“we aren't coming back here, are we? to this apartment?” you asked in a flat tone, one of hurt and despair. he gently shook his head, giving you a solemn smile. you disappeared into the kitchen, dumping everything in the fridge into the bin. 

“honey? what are you doing? baby- i.. we have to go, now.” you looked up at him, rushing to shove perishable items into the bin. 

“i dont want to leave the apartment in disarray, someone will realise and come and look, and i dont want the owners of the building stumbling across rotten food. its the polite thing to do.” you said, mindlessly stepping into action. 

“very polite. clever girl. we dont have time for that though, baby. come on. need you to listen to me and focus.” he held out a hand which you begrudgingly took. 

you suddenly yanked away, running back into your closet, to which he sighed pinching his nose. 

“baby. i won't tell you again,” he said, short. pointedly. you reassured you would only be a minute, running back out with your wedding garter in hand, shoving it into your suitcase. wedding albums, dresses, suits would all sit here and haunt your empty apartment. 

you needed to take something with you. he noticed what you did and looked down at you like you had punched him in the gut, pained, hurt. he gently cupped the back of your head, bringing you forward to press a pained kiss to your forehead as he cursed under his breath.

“im so sorry sweet girl. i just need to keep you safe, you understand that, don't you?” you gave him a brief nod, a faraway look in your eyes. 

he led you out into the hallway, and then ushered you into the elevator as he took a phone call. he spoke in tongues, well, that was what it sounded like to you. codewords and a whole different language. something eastern european you guessed. you perched a seat on top of your suitcase, as he spoke. he looked over to you and continued speaking, reaching down to pick up his suitcase, phone held to his ear by his shoulder as he pulled your suitcase along with you sitting on top of it. he hung up the phone. down another hallway. suddenly you were in the apartment building's garage. he led you to a black suv. you looked at him confused. 

“you drive an aston martin, and this isnt my kia sport.” 

“no, it isn't your kia sport. get in, honey, come on.” you sighed, still so many unanswered questions as he ushered you in, doing up your seatbelt. 

“i didn't know you were bilingual,” you said, looking down at your converse, chewing your lip. you didn't know what to say, too many things to ask. 

“what language was that?” 

“ukranian.” he spoke softly, driving you through the city, he passed you a bottle of water that was in the car. “drink, you need to stay hydrated.” 

“john im scared, i don't understand any of this and i need to call my dad, tell him what's happe-” he gave you a knowing look. sighing softly, holding out his hand for your phone. 

your furrowed your eyebrows, but trusted him. passing him the phone. he dropped it onto the floor of his car and stomped the foot that wasnt on the accelerator onto your phone, smashing it. you let out a loud gasp of shock, confusion. he had a stone cold face as he rolled down the window and threw it out of the car. 

“john!” you choked out, in disbelief. 

“don't fight me on this sweetheart. i need you to listen to me and do what i say, okay? im trying to keep you safe, and that isn't going to work if you have your phone on you. you cant be traceable.” you sat there, realising the weight of his words. 

“i asked you to drink, baby. please.” you scoffed, a little attitude now. you wanted to throw the water in his face or tell him to shove it up his ass. he was being vague again. not answering your questions, ordering you around. but you conceded and drank, he watched you out of the corner of his eye. 

you sipped, thinking about how much your family would worry when you didnt answer their calls, would they file a missing persons report? i mean, they didnt know what john.. truly did. oh god this was going to be messy. you gulped down the water, curled away from him. was it petty? sure. but you wanted to know you weren't happy with him. 

you sighed sipping the water and suddenly the bottle slipped from your hand, sloshing onto your shoes and dribbling down your lips as you tilted your head almost in slow motion, realising what had happened. john didn't react. why wouldn't he react? oh… oh.

“john, i feel dizzy n’ fuzzy or something.. i dont-” you slurred out, not recognising your voice, you sat confused as your head lolled back into your seat and you slipped into unconsciousness. 

fuck,  john swore under his breath. the guilt was going to eat at him alive. he needed to get you on a plane, a private unlisted one of course, far away and off the grid. but he knew he would have to drag you on kicking and screaming, your phobia of flying would ensure that. that would be loud, and messy. next best solution? 

mildly drug the love of your life to make the transition smoother. god you would never forgive him for this, but it’s something he was doing for you, he tried to convince himself.

the unmarked suv pulled up to an open field, somewhere in japan. an undisclosed location. there was a plane under a huge tarp waiting, he pulled the tarp of the smaller plane, it was only built for two. he never mentioned he could fly a plane, or that he had fake passports made up, or that he spoke multiple languages and had various safehouses built.. nothing of the sort. but why would he want to worry your precious mind? there was nothing he hated more than seeing the look of fear on your face. 

he shoved the luggage in and sighed, cursing again as he slung you over his shoulder, walking up the two steps to the plane, sitting you down and strapping you in. tears welled in his eyes at the sight of you sitting there, looking so vulnerable. he gently pulled your head up to slip on the headphones and closed the plane door. as he strapped in, the plane roared to life and suddenly the two of you were in the air. 

he landed the plane somewhere in sweden. a field. where he of course, had another unmarked suv waiting. he killed the engiene, swallowing his guilt as he slid your headset off and scooped you back up, wiping a small line of drool from the corner of your mouth, your jaw had gone slack. 

you stirred slowly, words slow to come out of your mouth, still a little slurred as he drove around sweden. something garbled and entangled, adjacent to ‘john?’. he clenched his jaw, inhaling softly before deciding to pull over, if you slapped him, it would probably be best if the car was stationary. 

he turned to look at your sweet face. waiting for you to speak. you winced softly, your head aching, limbs like jelly. groggy. 

“you..- did you?” you mumbled out with bite. you had pieced it together as you passed out. he didnt react, because he was expecting you to fall unconscious, because he have you water he had previously drugged. 

“i had to get you on a plane. without you pulling my hair or screaming.” he said calmly, staring straight forward. 

“i might just fucking kill you, actually, ive decided.. im your wife!” you yelled, and he flinched. “you deserve this, john” - he spoke to himself in his mind. 

“my darling girl, i know. i know..” he winced as you continued your rant. 

“you fucking drugged me! with what? what was it? some fucked up sedative im sure you have lying around in our apartment. oh! im sorry, our old apartment. i cant do this. where the fuck are we? im going back home.”

“cant tell you the drug. it’s something from somewhere, we can call it that. we’re in sweden, i have a safe house being set up but we need to stay in a hotel tonight.”

“oh! fantastic, we’re in fucking sweden and my husband practically used a date rape drug to knock me out.”

“honey please dont ever use the word ‘rape’ and ‘my husband’ in a sentence together, ever again. clear?” he said sternly looking at you.

you sighed softly. “im sorry- i didnt it mean it like that. but im still fucking seething with you.” he turned the car back on, turning back onto the road. 

“which is entirely fair. you can slap me when we get to the hotel, alright baby? i just need to get you somewhere while we wait for the safehouse.” he said softly. 

you grumbled something out but relented. “im not going to slap you, you’d somehow get off on that.” you blurted out and he chuffed under his breath, knowing that would be true. 

you arrived in a hotel, a fancy one at that, he spoke to the front desk. luggage at his side. oh great, he speaks swedish too. you glared at him as he spoke. he walked you to the elevator. 

“honey?” you said with a deceiving smile and anger in your voice. 

“yes dearest?” he responded with equal sarcasm.

“next time i comment on the fact you’re bilingual, maybe correct me and say trilingual.” 

“polygot actually, 8 languages.” 

you turned your head to look up at him, and yell. but the elevator doors dinged and opened, revealing a sweet looking couple. you bit your tongue and he stepped aside letting the couple out. he had the nerve to strike up a conversation with them as you looked at the ground, no idea what was being said. 

“åh vilket underbart par!” the woman cooed softly, nudging her husband who agreed smiling gently. 

“ah tack så mycket, det här är min underbara fru. kul att träffa er båda, men vi måste komma till vårt rum. önskar dig lycka till!” john spoke and your eyes widened softly at the accuracy of the accent, he dragged you into the elevator. 

“i love you. i love you so much. please realise im doing this for you. to protect you.” he said, holding your cheeks softly in his palms as the elevator rode up to your floor. 

“i love you too. im just confused, and scared.. i wouldnt have gotten on a plane otherwise, im still peeved you did that though.” he nodded, kissing your forehead.

“i know baby, how about i run you a bath and we can order some champagne and talk? would that be alright?” you nodded softly as he walked you to your hotel room. it was lovely, luxurious even. he ran the bath and you stripped, slipping in and sighing in bliss, closing your eyes. 

you heard him speak on the hotel phone, probably ordering champagne, and he checked the hotel room, paranoid. the champagne never came, and so he sighed, poking his head into the bathroom, looking at you in absolute awe. you turned your head looking towards him.

“im just going to run down to see what’s taking so long, okay baby? i will be right back, two minutes at most.” you nodded softly. 

“that’s okay. ill be here… and john?”

“hm?”

“i love you.” he smiled walking over to kiss you delicately, looking into your eyes.

“i love you too. two minutes, time me.” he murmured before disappearing. 

two minutes later, almost exactly - if you had bothered to time it, you heard the door click. you smiled to yourself, closing your eyes softly as you relaxed in the bath, bubbles covering you. you heard the footsteps approach the door. 

“john? dont bother with the glasses, just come here.” you called out, assuming he was going into the hotel room to collect the glasses. he never responded. he always responded to you. 

“john?” you called out, voice wavering. it’s not like you could call him. but surely it was him. you sighed, stepping out, wrapping a towel around your body. soap suds rolling down your chest as you padded out into the bedroom part of the hotel room. he was nowhere to be seen. 

“john? baby?” you mumbled softly. it all happened so fast.

you had no time to react as a hand clamped over your mouth from behind. another grabbing your waist, hand around your towel. your short towel. you kicked, screaming, muffled behind the hand. trying to kick out the feet from behind you. you halted, inhaling shakily when you felt something cold press to the side of your head. this wasn't john. 

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[nezuswritingdesk]

good mornings with you (sylus x f!reader)

tags: reader is not MC , slightly proofread established relationship, 2nd POV, fluff, soft and domestic sylus , loverboy sylus, he might not be an early bird but he WILL wake up early and make breakfast for you!, possibly ooc sylus (idk this is my first time writing him lol), use of nicknames (sweetie, baby, love, thank you to everyone who suggested nicknames on my other acc fr), HES WEARING NOTHING BUT A PINK APRON (based on this)

wc: 481 words

a/n: the people (polls) have spoken. The first fic i'll be writing here is a sylus fic, because ofc its sylus and that they are correct. I hope you get to enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also thank you to the people here who suggested pet names for sylus they made my day and helped me out.

taglist (feel free to comment if you want to be added!) : @deusfoundry

Sylus wasn’t a morning person.

The daytime disagrees with his lifestyles and choice of work. He sleeps before sunrise, and wakes up when the sun has reached its highest or was setting. He couldn’t care less, the curtains were too thick in his bedroom to notice the changes anyways. 

But here he was.  Making breakfast in your kitchen at six in the morning. 

Never in a billion years would he find himself awake this early, the sun shining down on him with a gentle gaze that softens his sharp features. He hums an off-key tune from a song you made him listen to last night, the pink apron you used was on his body, covering the front and little to nothing at the back except for a nicely done bow. 

He cooks up a few eggs, grabbing some vegetables to add to the omelette before it finishes cooking. He grabs remaining left-overs from last night’s dinner, heating it up once the eggs are cooked.  He continues to hum as the vegetables sizzled with the egg, creating a peaceful and quiet morning. 

An absolute rarity in his life, prior to meeting you. 

He looks up, staring at the window that poured light inside the kitchen space. He smiles, realizing you were there, leaning against the kitchen divider. There was a pleasant and satisfied smile on your face, your hand propped up against the wall. 

“Enjoying the view, sweetie?” He asks, his voice still hoarse and husky from the events of the night before.  You laugh, staring at him from behind, your eyes darting downwards as you let out a satisfied hum. 

“Of course you’re enjoying the view. Come here.” 

You went over to him, closing the distance between you both, your arms wrapping around his waist. He laughs, lowering his lips to kiss your forehead before cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on your lips.  You closed your eyes and stood up on your toes, trying to reach his lips. Sylus chuckles beneath his breath, seeing your efforts.

“What are you making, love?” You ask, glancing at the frying pan and the plate with an omelette on top. 

“Breakfast.” He replies, heating up the leftovers he saw. You smiled at the pan, hearing the oil sizzle. Your hand wrapped around his hip. 

“ For both of us? This early?” You mused, leaning against his hip as you stared down at the pan, nuzzling your face against the side of his chest,  “This isn’t you, baby.” 

“And waking up this early isn’t like me either,” He laughs, a rich and deep tone escaping his lips like running wine. He kisses the side of your head once more, “But for you? I’d do anything. Even if it means waking up at six in the morning to make you breakfast.” 

“Now be a good sweetheart for me and set the table. The food’s almost done.” 

[melovrs]

he isn’t the biggest fan of parties. 

he could think of so many more things he could be doing other than mundanely chatting with acquaintances and friends-of-friends. the loud music and shitty drinks make him want to puke his guts out; being sociable was never one of his strong suits, after all.

yet, just as he’s about to leave, he comes across the girl of his dreams. the girl he had been crushing on for the longest time, the girl in his biology class, sitting on a beat up sofa. 

his friend noticed his lingering gaze on you and interrogates. 

“looks like someone’s caught your eye.”

he turned around, his ears tinged with a blush.

“it’s nothing like that.”

his friend snorted and walked off, presumably to talk to another group of people. with his friend gone, his gaze returned back to you. your face glowed despite the darkness of the room. fluorescent lights danced across the room, and chatter is amongst the crowd, yet all he could focus on was your beauty. 

the thought of leaving the party has been abandoned, not when the girl of his dreams is right before him! he gathered himself up, realizing he was staring at you for far too long; long enough for you to possibly notice him. he turned on his heel and decided to get some water. 

with a bottle of water, he returned to the same spot he was at, looking down at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but to you. as he was fiddling with his hands, he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

to his utter surprise, it was you, in the flesh. a shy smile was on your lips as you waved at him. 

“hey, you’re in my biology class, right?” 

you started the conversation, noticing how he froze up at your touch. he cleared his throat before responding. 

"um, yeah, i think so." 

he regrets his response immediately. 'i think so?’ what was he on about? he practically noticed you every time he walked into the lecture hall, your face radiant as always. 

you smiled at his response. 

"i was hoping you'd remember, or this would have been weird," you laugh awkwardly. 

the silence between you two was eminent, and he was desperate to break it. before he could speak, though, you started.

"uh- how's the party going for you?" 

he played with the water bottle in his hand. 

"it's alright, i guess. i'm not a fan of parties, my friend just dragged me here, so..." he trailed off. 

you nodded knowingly, agreeing with him. 

"i'm the same as you too, i'm here just because my friend," you point over to the couch, "brought me here." 

you softly laugh and lean closer to his body, your shoulders almost grazing. though the party is as loud as ever, and the lights are blinding, all he could feel was your arm leaning on his, your voice like a melody to his ears. 

maybe he'll start going out to more parties, if it means you'll be there.

(hq) kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, futakuchi kenji, ushijima wakatoshi, (wbk) sakura haruka, takiishi chika, togame jo, (bllk) itoshi rin, (post wc) kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, barou shouei

i've never been to a party in my LIFE so this is probably super inaccurate jsjsdjfj pls be nice !! i was listening to cherry wine by grentperez then this idea came to me !! go listen !! (wbk debut YAY !!!)

thank you so much to @littlemissemeritus for beta reading i love u pooks 🥺🥺

[radiant-reid]

Reunion

Summary: JJ never knew you were dating one of her teammates and that you broke up because of her, but seeing him at JJ's wedding years later changes things.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then smutttt)

Content Warning: 18+ Smut (oral- f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of a breeding kink)

Word Count: 2.1k

"So, how's mystery boy?"

After skipping your usual Tuesday night plans twice, thanks to JJ being away on cases, you're finally back in your best friend's living room having a glass of wine and a cheese platter.

It's been an abnormal amount of time to go without seeing each other since you both ended up in DC after moving out of East Allegheny to different colleges. Even with men in the mix now, you both make it a priority to see each other as often as possible. However, her busy schedule and frequent flights to New Orleans have meant you've spent some time apart.

Unknown to her, she knows the so-called mystery boy. Very well, in fact. "He's well." You say slyly, unable not to grin widely.

JJ throws her head back dramatically. "Come on, Y/n! Some detail would be nice."

"It's good." You try again. "He's the sweetest. I'm very happy."

She smirks, letting you know an interesting question is coming your way. "How's the sex?"

It never takes more than a glass of wine for her to be that loose. You don't miss a beat in your answer. "Fabulous."

"Okay, so can I meet him soon?" She pushes like she has been for quite some time.

You wonder what she would think. What would her expression do if you were to say his name out loud right here? Maybe it's not that deep but getting with JJ's closest colleague is dangerous. It was a concern at the start, a reason not to start, but you fell in love with Spencer Reid quicker than you could ever imagine.

"Sure, JJ." You agree, trying to look positively about it. You can only assume she's thinking about the worst possible scenario about your mystery man. He's a criminal or he's far too old for you or he's an ex you promised not to get back with. There are too many options.

She looks triumphant. "Yes!"

You just smile, sending the conversation in a different direction by asking about her boyfriend. He sounds like a great guy and you can tell she's happier than ever before.

Three months ago you met Spencer Reid. It was JJ's birthday and your duty as her best friend to throw her a fun surprise party. That took some coordination with a friend from work. Firstly, that was Penelope, but in order to lure JJ, you needed Spencer Reid. He was a little slow with replying to your texts, but lovely. And after you met him, you were hooked.

Spencer was perfect. Gorgeous, funny, intelligent. His incredible shyness had you confused when he asked you out for dinner the next morning.

Too many espresso martinis provide an explanation for why JJ has no recollection of you flirting with him all night.

You see Spencer as much as you can, but similar to JJ's, his schedule often doesn't allow for consistent visits. So whatever time you do have, you make the most of it. He's still the most amazing boyfriend you've had. Kind, caring, witty, fun, and playful.

He gets whisked away on a case to Miami not long after being home. You didn't know things would be so different the next time you saw him.

He goes quiet on you. You know their cases are intense but you haven't heard from him in an entire week and that's not right.

Can I come over? He finally texts you and you're guessing he's back in DC.

It sounds a little ominous and the message sends a chill down your spine. Sure. I can't wait to see you. There isn't a reply and you sit in limbo in your apartment for almost an hour before he knocks at the door.

You smile when you open it, although you're slightly annoyed there was zero communication or ETA from him. "Hey, Spence, how was it?"

"You knew." He says in a cold, accusatory tone. It's nothing you've ever heard from him.

"Sorry?" You repeat, moving to the side so he can come into your apartment.

He steps in, barely looking at you. "About JJ and Will." He explains.

A little frown takes over your expression. Surely he's not angry that he only just found out. An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Sorry, Spence. She didn't want anyone knowing."

"I'm your boyfriend!" He exclaims. "You're not supposed to lie to me."

"I didn't." You join the offensive, crossing your arms. You're not enthused about what he's accusing you of. It wasn't even your secret to tell him.

He looks disappointed, face dropping. "Come on." He sighs. "How am I meant to be with you if you don't trust me enough to tell me who our friend is dating?"

"It wasn't my secret to tell." You try to talk some reason into him, pushing down that sick feeling in your stomach telling you that he's breaking up with you.

Spencer shakes his head, his decision- as much as it's killing him- completely made. "I can't do this."

His words make your world come crashing down and you almost can't believe it. You slump to the couch while he makes his way to the door with sad, slow footsteps.

He's looking at you, waiting for you to ask him to say. "Can we not tell JJ?" You ask softly.

"Fine." That's the last thing he tells you before walking out the door, shutting it firmly.

That's it.

The last thing Spencer tells you.

Then he's gone from your life. You talk about him less to JJ and she picks up on what happened and stops asking about him.

You expect to see him when Henry's born, or even at a point in his life. Somehow, you don't. Your schedules never line up and then JJ switches jobs. There's a myriad of reasons but it doesn't happen. You both go on with separate lives.

And then JJ and Will are getting married. You get a frantic call from your best friend's soon-to-be-husband who whispers secret plans to you over the phone. It's perfect, you know JJ will adore the simplicity and elegance of a backyard wedding.

You're there as soon as you can be, helping set up Rossi's backyard so it's gorgeous for the most gorgeous person you know.

You're the maid of honor, of sorts. And you don't get a chance to ask who the best man is before JJ arrives and the ceremony begins.

You strike out as soon as you spot a tall brunette. A tall brunette who made you the happiest you've ever been with a man. And he's still just as handsome.

His eyes bulge when he sees you but he keeps a straight face and clenches his teeth while the ceremony continues. You're mostly focused on how beautiful JJ looks and how sweet their wedding is, but you can't help your mind drifting to Spencer.

You hadn't seen him dressed up like this when you were dating and the tuxedo is a perfect look on him.

"Y/n." He comes up to you when you're getting yourself a glass of champagne.

"Spencer." You reply. His tone doesn't let much about how he's feeling on. All you get is a glimmer of shock.

He stands against the table. "Maid of honor?"

You shrug, a little confused at his question. "You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen you all these years." You admit, letting some honesty slip.

"It was slightly intentional." He offers.

You don't let it offend you. "Best man?"

"I think that means we're supposed to sleep together."

You nearly spit out your sip of wine. There's no way the shy Spencer Reid you once knew just said that.

"We've done that." You reply, trying to keep a straight face after the out-of-pocket comment.

Spencer tilts his head to the side. "You're right."

You really don't know how it happens. Maybe it's a few too many drinks. There's definitely not enough alcohol in your bloodstream to solely blame that. Spencer Reid is as hot as they get. And it's been... longer than you're willing to admit since you've had sex. Even longer since it was good sex.

So there isn't anything telling you to stop when Spencer pushes you up against the door of a room in Rossi's house, lips firmly against yours.

Your dress is hiked up around your waist while his fingers trace up and down your thigh before he even thinks about locking the door. Both of you are far too wrapped up in the moment to think securely.

His hands are quick to the zip of your dress, sliding it down effortlessly and letting it pool at your feet. He takes a moment to look at you and you have to admit, you're a little worried about his reaction. You don't doubt Spencer Reid can pull beautiful women.

"God, you're gorgeous." He says softly, juxtaposing the way he's practically clawing your clothes off you.

"Are you going to compliment me or fuck me like you promised you would?" You ask him, waltzing over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

Spencer smirks at your smart mouth. "You asked for it."

He's kneeling on the floor in front of the bed in seconds, with no regard for his suit pants being wrinkled, just on his knees. There's a sense of urgency that doesn't allow for the time for him to take your panties off so he opts for shifting them to the side.

There's also no time to waste as his tongue melds with your folds, tracing patterns. No one has ever come close to giving head like Spencer does. It's truly mindblowing, the pressure of his tongue and the suction method he uses. You're instantly in bliss, head thrown back against the covers as you moan.

You've lost it when his fingers enter you, pushing past with little resistance. "Holy shit, Spencer. You're incredible."

"Sing my praises." He says against your pussy.

You do. Not even possessing the ability to be embarrassed about it.

And you don't stop. You're withering and moaning on the bed, tugging his curls while he continues pleasing you. Eventually, it's too much. His fingers pumping in and out of you combined with his tongue wrapped around your clit have you finishing in no time.

"Still as good as I remember." As if he couldn't get any hotter, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

Spencer rises from his knees, now much taller than you. You tug your underwear off before unclipping your bra. "Fuck me, Spencer." You reach out for his belt buckle, toying with it. "Please."

Spencer has lost the shy, timid nature he had the first few times you had sex and he quickly takes off his belt and pants. Once his suit jacket is tossed across the room, Spencer pulls your legs to the end of the bed, making sure you wrap your ankles around his waist. His hands rest on either side of your head and you're precisely where you want to be.

"You're so hot." You tell him with a smirk.

He grins, spreading your legs and inching inside you. The look on his face is an instant confidence boost. Clearly, he's a man in bliss, head thrown back and tongue parting his lips.

"Fuck." He pants.

You agree, barely able to speak from how hard he's pounding you and how good it feels. Although it's annoying to admit, you've never had as good sex as with Spencer.

Your hands wrap around his forearms, noticeably bigger than last time. "Spencer." You moan. "Please. So good."

He caresses your chest, paying attention to your boobs like he hadn't before. "Y/n." He groans, not slowing his pace up. His hips snap against yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. "Can I?" He asks.

It's unlike you to have even let him start without protection but you're not thinking straight enough. All you know is you need Spencer. "Please."

He finishes as deep inside you as he can get, leaning down to kiss you softly. You're breathless like he is when he flops down next to you.

One of Spencer's palms touches your cheek, forcing you to look at him rather than the ceiling. "Hey, pretty girl." He says softly and it makes your heart flip in a way it shouldn't. "Can I take you on a date, Y/n?"

The smile creeping onto your face can't be helped. "Yes. Please."

[sunkissedchld]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

observations are mostly based on charts shared in @d4rkpluto’s astrotumblr yearbook discord! thank you to the following people for sharing their charts:

@starsworldd @evangelinesbible @saturnianprincess @saintfool @modellemode @icanseethefuture333 @ibecookin

disclaimer: i interpret charts in whole sign

asteriod aphrodite is code 1388

⟡ aries sun could make you relatively confindent in their looks; you could be very passionate and/or dominant in relationships or want to lead your partner in some way

✦  in the 3H could make you quick-witted or smart mouthed

⟡ aries saturn could cause you to be hyper independent therefore causing potential partners to feel unwanted

⟡ taurus moons could enjoy being spoiled/pampered while in relationships; acts of service and gift giving could be your love language

⟡ gemini venus could be attracted to those who are witty, educated/logical, and/or like to debate. you could also like people who are a little unserious and those with large friend groups

⟡ for gemini mars, arms/hands can be turn ons. you could be a friendly flirt; not necessarily open to making the first move; could enjoy a cat and mouse game or playing hard to get

⟡ gemini saturn could have issues with communication in relationships - being "too" open or not open enough and/or not taking your partner seriously during times where you need to

✦  in retrograde, you could think too much about your own or your partners actions in the relationship; you could talk yourself into a bad mood which could carry over into the relationship causing insecurities and/or jealousy

⟡ gemini risings could be seen as friendly, approachable, and smart upon first impression; people could be drawn to your eyes and smile; people could also enjoy hearing you speak

⟡ cancer saturns could possibly be manipulative in relationships (if underdeveloped); you could put more into relationships than you get out of them or not put in enough effort; you could be overly attatched to your partner

⟡ leo/aquarius risings/venuses could have the most unique styles fashion wise

✦ for leos, people could try to imitate your style. for aquariuses, you might have your own sub-genre or self-described sense of style that is unique to you

⟡ leo jupiters could gain fame, confidence, and/or attention from their relationships

✦ heavier emphasis or likelihood if you also have leo degrees

⟡ leo saturns could have issues with confidence and/or receiving attention while in a relationship; you could want too many affirmations or never accept them when they're given

⟡ leo venuses/mars could be attracted to those who are confident and/or famous or well-known; also possibly attracted to people who are creative and playful; a partner's back and/or hair could be a turn-on

⟡ virgo venuses/mars could be attracted to those who are healthy and/or biological displays of health; a partner's stomach or abs could be a turn on; you could prefer when sex is semi-planned and/or could be prone to overextending yourself during sex; you could prefer being a giver rather than a receiver

✦ conversely, i think taurus venuses/mars would be more receivers than givers

⟡ virgo suns could be seen as "traditional beauties"; you could also be drawn to traditional relationships/relationship dynamics

✦ these ideas of "tradition" would be based on where you are from/your societal norms; there is no one, unified "tradition"

⟡ libra risings could have facial features that are proportionate to your own face; possibly described as ingeniune/gamine type; skin could often be clear or seen as nice

⟡ those with libra mars could see your partner's skin/hips/butt/lower back as turn ons and/or their partner touching those areas of your body could turn them on; you could be attracted to those who are charming and considerate; you could like it when you're "wined and dined" so to speak

⟡ scorpio suns could have an alluring/intense look; your eyes and/or sexual organs could could be seen as attractive; you could want intensity when it comes to romance and sex; you could be into "taboo" relationships; you could possibly be possessive or prone to jealousy in relationships

⟡ scorpio venuses could be attracted to those who are protective over them; major cravings for intamacy and closeness while in a relationship; "i want to be inside of you"

✦ in retrograde, achieving these wants in a relationship could soothe your personal emotions and repair your own emotional needs

⟡ scorpio jupiters could have their sex life increased while in a relationships; possibility of going through more transformations (especially intense ones) while in relationships; possibly being more secretive

⟡ scorpio risings could have an intense gaze; your beauty could be intimidating to some people, but you still manage to draw people in to being fascinated by you

⟡ capricorn chiron/liliths could detest being in "traditional" relationships or being expected to follow through with "traditional" relationship dynamics; could have a want for a little bit of instability

⟡ capricorn moons could value stability and successes in relationships; anniversaries and planned dates could bring you comfort

⟡ capricorn mars could be attracted to those who are older and/or more mature; people with strong bone structures/hair could be turn-ons; could also be attracted to people who are cautious and/or "traditional"

⟡ aquarius risings make you an eccentric beauty; smile and/or calves could be an attractive point; you could be ahead of fashion trends

⟡ aquarius chiron/liliths could worry about your relationships being seen as odd or "taboo"

⟡ those with sun conjunct mercury could entice people with your voice or way of speaking; you could be known as a sweet talker

⟡ those with a fifth house stellium could be very fertile

✦ having many trines to jupiter could also be an indicator

⟡ 12H junos could find that marriage transforms them (ie. in capricorn, you could go from being someone who is always wanting to go places or never wanting to settle down to maturing and finally doing so)

⟡ 8H jupiters could gain money from shared resources in relationships; could also have hyper active sex lives

⟡ 3H moons could have words of affirmation be your love language

⟡ those with their ascendant at 5º could have people who are very sexually attracted to you; you could always gain attention even if you don't always want or notice it

⟡ 6H moons could value acts of service as your love language

✦ even more so if it's also cancer moon

⟡ 11H jupiters could find your friend group grows when getting into relationships

⟡ 1H junos could find that marriage changes people's perception of you; you could also gain/lose weight while in relationships (ie. libra ascendants would likely gain weight; be seen as more playful and/or charming)

⟡ 5H junos could find marriage makes you more creative; children could be a focal point of the marriage; marriage could also cause you to be more intune with your inner child

⟡ 4H moons may find that emotional connections in relationships bring you comfort; touch could be your love language

⟡ 12H moons could long for being in long-term relationships; there could be a want for a "soulmate" or "other half"

⟡ 2H moons could have gift giving as your love language; doing daily routines with your partner could bring you comfort

⟡ 2H jupiters could see an increase in their personal money/possessions while in relationships

⟡ 9H jupiters could gain more knowledge while in relationships; you could also travel more or have more experiences with things or people who are foreign to you

⟡ 11H moons could value time spent together ; thinking about the future and bringing together friend/family groups could bring you comfort while in relationships

⟡ 8H saturn/liliths could have an aversion to sharing resources in relationships; having a "what's mine is mine" mentality

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Caught 

Smut

Chapter 252

2500 Words

(Chaeyoung gets into a difficult situation. Secrets are revealed, and anything is possible. )

“Oppa, I can’t… please.”

”Do it.”

”Please, don’t make me do this… how about another time?”

”No. Remember, you belong to me.”

There’s a short silence. “Fine.” 

——-

It’s a Thursday morning, and Chaeyoung’s mom wakes up early. She freshens up and gets ready for her brunch with her daughter. It’s been a long time since she celebrated her daughter’s birthday with just the two. 

“Good morning, baby, Happy Birthday! I made your favorite dishes for brunch. Can’t wait to see you.” 

She heads to the kitchen and prepares for Chaeyoung’s arrival, “My baby girl is going to love these. I can’t wait to see her face when she tries it.” 

After a quick shower, Chaeyoung heads to the guest house where her mom is staying. She hops onto the bicycle and rides down the road to her house while enjoying the beautiful view. 

She gets off, places the bike against the tree, and walks towards the garden, seeing the flowers her mom has been tending to. She rings the doorbell and hears her mother’s voice from the sliding door. 

“Happy Birthday, baby. Come in.” 

“Thank you, Mom.” 

“How’s your day so far?”

”I didn’t want to get up from my bed haha.”

”Well, I’m thankful you did, or else who would eat all this food?”

Chaeyoung sees many side dishes and her favorite foods on the table. “Omg, thank you, mom,” she says, kissing her. 

“Go wash your hands and have a seat.”

”Okay.”

Chaeyoung grabs a bit of everything onto her plate. It’s been a long time since her mother made this much food. “Wow. How long did it take you to do all this?”

”Don’t worry about that. A mother does anything for their child.” 

She takes a bite of food, “Tastes so good! You outdid yourself. It's better than Oppa’s version.” She takes another spoonful and wipes her mouth with a tissue. “Do you have something to drink?”

“You want some juice, milk, water?”

”Maybe something stronger?”

”I have some wine, but isn’t it too early to drink?”

”No, actually, I could use a drink.” She stands up and asks, “Where do you keep the wine?”

”It’s in the wine cooler, by the fridge.” 

Chaeyoung opens the cooler and looks through the bottles of wine. “This looks good.” She grabs two glasses and puts them on the table. “I got one for you, too.” 

“Thanks.” 

She pours her mom a cup of wine and some for herself before sipping, “Mmm… tastes good.” Chaeyoung’s mom watches as her daughter enjoys her food and asks, “How have you been? Everything going well?”

”Yes. Everything is fine.”

There is a slight hesitation in her, wanting to ask about her relationship with you and her daughter. “Umm… do you get along with everyone?”

”What do you mean?”

”If they are treating you nicely.”

“Yes! I love them. They're like my family.” 

“Aww, that’s nice.” She’s happy to hear that she thinks of them like family and sees how close they are, but still wonders. “What about Jihyo’s husband?” 

“What about him?”

“Does he treat you well?” 

Chaeyoung is surprised by the question; her mom has never been interested in her master. She was happy when she found out Jihyo and you got together, and even more when you two had Jisoo. 

“He’s okay. He’s nice but can be annoying at times. He is good with the kids, though, which I like.” 

“Do you like him?”

Chaeyoung’s eyes widen, and she asks, “What's with the question?”

“No reason…”

“Mom! Tell me. Why are you asking?” 

“It’s fine… just forget about it.” 

“Mom, tell me. Why are you asking if I like him?” 

“It’s… It’s just that I see…” 

Suddenly, Chaeyoung’s phone rings. She takes out her phone and looks at the caller ID. “Sorry, Mom, I need to take this,” and quickly rushes to the restroom.

Chaeyoung’s mom stands and collects the empty plates. Walking toward Chaeyoung’s side, she notices something on the floor and picks it up. “What is this?”

 She grabs a small gray button with two small switches on the side. “On/off, low/high.” She clicks both buttons, but no reaction. She presses the button again, but this time, the larger button in the middle. 

“Ahh!!” 

She hears Chaeyoung scream and opens the door wide open. She rushes out of the bathroom and looks under the table. She asks her mom, “Did you find something on the floor? A button, perhaps?”

“You mean this?”

Chaeyoung looks scared, “Umm… can I get it? It’s my friends.” 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing, really.” 

Suspicious of Chaeyoung’s answer, she says, “Don’t lie to me. What is it?” 

“Nothing.” 

Chaeyoung’s mom presses the button. She sees her daughter grab the table firmly, crossing her legs together. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes… just… just give me the button, please…”

She moves her finger away and says, “Tell me what it is, or I won’t give it to you…”

“Okay, okay… I’ll tell you.” 

 Chaeyoung’s mom extends her hand, and Chaeyoung tries to swipe it away, but her mother pulls her hand back. “No, tell me first,” pressing the button by accident. 

“Ahh!!! Fuck…”

“Mom, let go.” 

She moves her finger off, “Sorry.” She watches as her daughter catches her breath and asks, “So what is it?”

Knowing there’s no way out, she mumbles under her breath, “a vibrator…” 

“Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Speak up.” 

In a loud voice, she shouts, “It’s a vibrator!” and covers her face.

“Eww!” The button flies up in the air from the shock and lands on the floor. Chaeyoung picks it up and moves the switches, turning it off.

“Where did you get that from?” There’s no response, and Chaeyoung’s mom asks, “Did Jihyo’s husband give it to you?”

Chaeyoung flinches, and looks down, “why.. Why would you say that?”

“I… I saw two in the greenhouse together.” 

Chaeyoung remains silent, thinking of what her mother meant. Then she realizes, her heart racing, “What do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about; I saw the two of you having sex.” 

“I… I can explain…”

Her mother cuts her off and asks, “Why? He’s a married man.”

“Mom…”

“I taught you better.”

“But… but the other members do it too…”

“It doesn’t mean you should… You should know better. Did he force himself on you? Does Jihyo know?”

“No, he didn’t do anything. Jihyo knows. She said it would be better to do it with him and not some random guy.” 

Her mom remains silent, not knowing what to make of this revelation. She can’t stop her from living her life, but at the same time, it’s wrong for a married man. 

Jihyo might be right; better someone they know than someone who can use her personal life against her. “At least you two are safe, right?” 

Chaeyoung’s expression changes, and stutters, “We… we try.” 

“What do you mean, you try?”

“Umm… he pulls out. Haha.”

“What! That’s not being safe! You need to take precautions, like having him wear a condom.” 

“But, I don’t like it. Without it feels better.” 

“I know, but you’ll get pregnant if you’re not careful.”

Trying to play it off, she says, “Yeah, I know. You said you wanted grandchildren, right?” 

“Not like this. I meant finding a nice guy, having a family, settling down, and having children.” 

“He is nice if I don’t push his buttons, of course. Plus, he’s a real family man. He has Jisoo, Ari, Hina, Daeun, and two on the way,” she says with a satisfied look.

“Chaeyoung! That’s not something you should boast about. You can find yourself a lovely man with no children.

“No! I don’t want to! I don’t even know if I want any. It'd be easier to just be the fun aunt, with no responsibility. But if I do end up having children, then they’ll have lots of siblings. A win, win.”

Chaeyoung’s mom shakes her head, not knowing what to do with her daughter. She knows that her daughter is an adult, but she’s not thinking about the choices she’s making. “I don’t know what to say.” 

“It’s okay, mom, I’m happy.”

”But…” 

“I’m happy, mom.”

”You never told me who made you wear that toy.”

”Mom!”

”It was him, huh.”

Chaeyoung whines at her mother’s persistence and says, “Yes, it was him. We were just having fun, haha.” 

There’s no response from Chaeyoung’s mom. She knows that going any longer is a waste of time after her daughter puts her mind to it. “Just be safe, sweety, that’s all I care. I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t.” 

“Okay, let’s finish up and relax.” 

“Okay.”

They continue eating, help each other with the dishes, and relax on the couch. They watch one of Chaeyoung’s favorite movies and enjoy snacks when Chaeyoung says, “How was your sex life like with dad?”

Chaeyoung’s mom is surprised by the sudden question, unable to respond, “Ahem… you shouldn’t be asking your mother those types of questions.” 

“Why not? You’re asking about mine.”

“It’s not the same, you’re my daughter.” 

“But…”

“No buts!” 

“Fine… I won’t ask.” Chaeyoung pouts and continues watching the movie. 

Meanwhile, her mom tries to watch the movie but gets curious as to why she asked her that question. It’s been years since she’s had intimacy after her husband’s passing. She doesn’t even remember the feeling of pleasure anymore, only the memories that came with it. 

“What… what did you want to ask about?” 

Chaeyoung turns her head slightly, surprised at her mother’s question. “Really? I can ask?”

“Sure, but nothing too invasive.” 

“Did you and Dad ever do kinky stuff?”

“Like what?” says Chaeyoung’s mom with a surprised expression.

“You know… like go down on you, be rough or butt stuff.” 

“No, he didn’t…” She thinks about the times between her and her husband. “If anything, he was traditional and a bit boring.” 

“Ohh… really?

”He was more like a one-shot type of man.” 

“Oh… that sucks.” 

There is a long pause, as the two of them wait for each other’s response. “Can I show you something?”

”What is it?”

”Just promise not to get upset or anything.”

”Sure.”

Chaeyoung slowly pulls out her phone and scrolls through her secret files. She says, “This is why I like him, look” turning her phone towards her mother. She places her hand over her mouth in awe at the size of your member. “It’s big, huh?” showing her a photograph of you while sleeping. She swipes to the right, “This is when it’s hard.” 

She’s shocked at the size of your length; she's never seen anything that big before. “It’s so big.” Chaeyoung has a smug expression, “I know. I love it. Don’t think I’ll find someone this big even if I try.”

There’s no response. She grabs her daughter’s phone and zooms on the picture, curious about your length. By mistake, she swipes right and sees a series of photos of Chaeyoung’s hand around your member. Cum oozes from your mushroom tip and down your shaft, covering her hand in a semi-clear liquid. 

She continues to swipe and sees various photographs of you in different positions with her daughter. Chaeyoung notices her mother’s expression change and snatches the phone away. 

She turns the phone over and sees a photo of herself riding you, “Omg! You’re not supposed to see this!” Chaeyoung’s face turns red from embarrassment, “Pretend you didn’t see it.” She gets up and runs out the door, biking up her bike and running away. 

——

“Unnie! I messed up!” 

Chaeyoung runs to Momo, who is laying on her bed as she rubs her belly. “Wait… What happened?”

“My mom! She… she saw it!”

Confused, she asks, “What… what she see?”

“She saw the picture with me and Oppa! It’s so embarrassing!”

“Omg, really?”

“Yes!”

“Haha, haha!”

“Momo unnie, it’s serious. What should I do?”

“Nothing you can. Your secret is out.” 

“I can’t look at my mom, anyone, the embarrassment, ugh!” 

With a slight smirk, Momo asks, “What are you going to do about him? Have you told him?”

“No! He’s going to be upset.” 

———

You’re coming on my evening jog and pass by the guest house that Chaeyoung’s mother is living in. You see her sitting on a patio chair, drinking and with a magazine. You wave hello as you pass by.

She waves, “Hmm… can I talk to you?”

You wave back, “Sure,” and make your way towards her. You stop at the fence and ask, “Enjoying the sunset?”

”Yes, it’s lovely. Feels relaxing.”

”What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to interfere in your personal life, but I want you to break things up with my daughter.” 

Surprised at the sudden request, you respond, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”I know about the two of you and the relationship you two have. You have Jihyo and kids with two other girls; please don’t bring Chaeyoung into it. She's an impressionable girl and might want to fit in with the rest.”

”I don’t know what to say, but I understand your concern. I’ll try to talk to her, but she doesn’t like it when people force her to do things.”

”Haha, that’s true. She can be hard-headed. I want her to meet a nice guy and make herself a family.”

”Okay. I’ll try to talk to her then.”

”Thank you.”

———-

Later that night, you see Chaeyoung in the kitchen drinking a cup of water. You sneak up at her. “You’ve been a bad girl.” 

She turns in surprise, “Oppa, you scared me.” 

“Why? Hiding something?”

”No.”

”Then there is no reason to be scared.”

”Yeah… you’re right.”

”Did you know that your mom asked me to break things off with you?”

Chaeyoung nervously responds, “Haha, really?”

”Yeah, she said that she wants you to meet a nice guy so you can have a family. Isn’t that funny?”

”It is.”

”You don’t want that right?” You say as you kiss her neck.

”N…No, I don’t,” she says as she moans slightly. 

“Of course you don’t. Who’s going to satisfy you the way I do, right?” You pull down her shorts, revealing her bare butt. You give it a nice grab, spreading her cheeks. You tease her, “Who would be willing to go along with your dirty fetishes.” Your thumb presses against her pucker hole, “You like this, huh.”

”Ye… yeah, I do.” 

You pull your shorts to the side and press your cock against her entrance, “Tell me, you won’t leave me for someone else, right?”

”Ahh… no, I won’t.”

”Promise me, promise that you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I… I promise you, Daddy. I’ll be your toy forever. Just shove that cock in me, please.” 

You pressed your cock into her entrance, causing Chaeyoung to moan in pleasure, “Ahh… that’s it, feels so good! I don’t want anyone else!” 

[meadowfics]

nsfw alphabet

thanos (choi su-bong) x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ smut. MDNI! top!thanos. multiple kinks mentioned. vulgar dialogue

requested by @thanosspills

aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he will reach for the closest blunt, vape, or cigarette immediately after sex.

subong will lay you down the bed, give you something to smoke on, and relax.

he will turn on the television, put on some 2000s sitcom on and chill with you.

he will put an arm around your shoulders, unless you big spoon him.

thanos loves laying on your chest too.

body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

thano's is obsessed with his body above the clavicle.

the man loves his facial features, hair, neck, tattoos.

your thighs are subong's favorite.

he loves pinning your thighs in between his face, or above to your knees right beside your face in a mating press position.

cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

breeding kink on 1000%

the rapper only wants to cum inside of you.

if you won't let him, he will cum all over your face (with your permission will)

dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

if you're someone else's girlfriend (gyeong-su's or namgyu's) he will imagine fucking you to make them upset.

the idea of getting you to cheat on your loving boyfriends with him puts his ego on maximum.

he'll constantly ask you if he fucks you better than your boyfriends.

you can't help but say yes when his tip kisses on your cervix sooo nicely.

experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this man is 'community dick' itself.

thanos knows what he is doing.

the guy has a body count of at least 40+

thank goodness he is clean, and can get you to cum faster than any of your past partners!

favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style.

thanos will nearly suffocate your head on the pillows as he drills your pussy from behind.

another favorite is the mating press position, where he can go as deep as possible.

goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

whenever he isn't on drugs, he can be silly.

on drugs, he is super serious.

hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

contrary to popular belief, I think he is well-groomed.

thanos keeps his nails manicured, his hair is freshly dyed 24/7... I think he trims at least once a week!

the carpet doesn't match the drapes, since his pubes are not purple!

intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

if you're his girlfriend, he has romantic moments.

thanos is the man who would throw 10,000 rose petals all over a hotel room, buy the most expensive wine for you, and extends foreplay.

if you're a hookup, you might get a cuddle and at least a sleepover.

nothing more.

jack off (masturbation headcanon)

subong loves jacking off to your naked polaroid pictures.

the naked polaroid pictures were a birthday gift to him, from you.

thanos gets messyyyy

kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling. thanos lovesss pulling on the ends of your hair, especially when he is hitting it from behind.

breeding kink. the idea of you getting pregnant doesn't scare him as much as you think it would, since many rappers he knows of have 'babymoms' and whatever.

overstimulation. on drugs, thanos doesn't know when to stop.

location (favorite places to do the do)

in his music studio.

especially in the sound booth where everything is sound proof.

"nobody can hear you in here, princess. moan as loud as you want to." thano's lips ghost against your ear as he has you bent over on the carpet, moaning so loudly that your throat hurts.

"maybe I can hit the red button, and record this so I can add it as my intro hmm?"

motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

drugs are a huge motivator, especially the sexual enhancers.

your nudes, your scandalous instagram pictures, and being halfway naked around him helps.

no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no age play stuff.

you're grown and of age, and that is what he prefers.

oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

80% receiving.

fucking your throat is one of his favorite things to do in bed.

however, he loves when you sit on his face.

subong makes you put your entire weight on him as he tongue fucks you.

pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough.

thanos has a thing for making you feel sore after sex.

quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies in the music studio >>

when one of his producers leaves the booth, saying he will be back in twenty minutes, thanos is in your space right away.

that happens once a month.

risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

thanos loves risks.

he isn't scared of public places, since he never faces consequences anyways.

one time, he popped one of your titties in his mouth for a photo booth picture.

was that photo used for one of his album covers? maybeeee.

stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

thanos stamina is alright....

the rapper isn't weak, but on normal he can go three rounds.

sexual enhancer drugs can push him to seven rounds.

toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns a box full of toys.

handcuffs, flushlights, vibrators, nipple clips.

he uses the vibrators and nipple clips on you.

however, you've used the handcuffs and flushlight on him as punishment before ;)

unfair (how much they like to tease)

thanos does not tease every time.

due to impatience.

whenever you've been bratty, he will tease you until you get irritable.

volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

thanos GROANNNSSS

the man is super vocal.

"who's pussy does this belong to?"

"my pretty girl.."

"so so wet señorita.."

"one won't hurt, right?"

wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

thanos loves smacking his cock across your face.

seeing his length in comparison to your features makes him rock hard as he starts to push himself into your warm and velvety mouth.

x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

seven inches on hard.

what if he had a tattoo on his pubic area ?? 👀

subong is skinny, almost closer to a sleeper build.

the drugs make him skinner than he should be.

yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

thanos has control.

he can go four nights without sex at most.

the rapper has a bigger sex drive when he is on drugs.

zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it'll take him a while to go to sleep.

sometimes, the drugs need to calm down and exit his system.

if he is clean, he can go to sleep right after he cums.

you'll big spoon him as he falls asleep on your chest.

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Emperor's Prize, Part 4 (Yandere Alpha!Shanks x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

The other parts

Your POV

Everything was wrong. 

You woke up to the morning sun rising over the horizon with the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweat. It felt like there was static electricity sparking across your skin from head to toe and you were overcome with a new restlessness. Nervous energy coursed through your body and you needed to expel it immediately. Your eyes swept around the Emperor’s untidy cabin and the urge to rearrange everything struck you. Nothing was different than the day before but now everything just wasn’t right. Given Hongo’s warning, you knew you were going into heat but you hadn’t expected it to feel like you were an alien other in your own skin. 

In addition to the physical sensations, your mind felt fuzzy to the point you couldn’t complete a single thought. You knew that during your heat you’d be in a sort of fugue state; your mind taking a back seat to the needs of your physical body. You would want to do anything to satisfy your Alpha with pleasing him becoming your main priority. Heat was a physically and mentally vulnerable  time for Omegas.. A corrupt Alpha could claim you against your rational will under the haze of the heat or cause irreparable harm to your body. In an ideal world, an Omega would have the time and ability to choose their Alpha before and during their heat. But…you would have the Emperor ashe’d made it clear there was no other choice. 

You inhaled deeply through your nose while sitting up and nearly vomited on the spot. There were so many conflicting harsh and irritating smells that you couldn’t even determine which was the most abhorrent to you. You stood up after kicking the blankets off your feet and began investigating to find the source of your current displeasure. The Emperor’s clothes all over the floor were the primary culprits of the unbearable stench. Even though he hadn’t told you that you could touch his belongings, he could surely understand that some items needed to be removed from his room. The thought that you hadn’t been given permission flitted away from your mind as you began to sift through the discarded clothing.

Picking up individual items, you sniffed each piece of clothing carefully. Some smelled so incredible that you held them over your nose and mouth like a mask while inhaling the rich scent of cloves and oranges deep into your lungs. One of the best smelling items was one of the Emperor’s open chested shirts. You weren’t sure what exactly was different about this white linen shirt from all the others but you couldn’t get enough of the smell. You disrobed from the clothes you were wearing and slipped into the shirt with the hem reaching to your thighs. Continuing on in your quest, you sniffed the next garment and immediately threw it across the room where it ended up landing at the door to the cabin. It was a white dress shirt with a ruffle in the front and the initials “DM” stitched onto the collar. The shirt itself was nice enough but it smelled like an absolutely vile combination of wine and leather. The smell of the ruffled shirt bothered you so severely you went to wash your hands to be rid of it.

You ended up sorting the Emperor’s clothes into three groups. The pile with the amazing smelling clothes went onto the bed where it was arranged in a circle. You weren’t sure exactly what the end result would look like but your instincts were telling you to start building a nest. The disgusting clothes went to the farthest possible point from your nest and joined the other foul smelling shirt beside the door. You left the clothes that didn’t bother you, which there weren’t many of, where they were on the floor. The majority of the clothes made it onto the bed, including the Emperor’s cloak you had worn the first time you’d met him. As you finished sorting things, there was a brief rap on the door before it opened. The door opening revealed the Emperor bringing you a tray of breakfast.

“Whoa, what’s all this by the door?” he asked, stepping over the pile of clothes and into the room. You scrunched your nose as he approached you. His scent on the clothes was pleasant but he didn’t belong in the room with you. You wanted him gone so you could build your nest in peace but weren’t sure how to communicate that in a way that didn’t get you in trouble.

“You alright, Love? You look warm,” Shanks continued while setting down the tray and reaching out his hand to touch your forehead. You stepped back from his intense smell as it grew closer to you. It was simply too potent for you right now and you couldn’t bear to be near him. Ducking under his arm, you scurried to the other side of the bed in an effort to put distance between you. The Emperor was undeterred and followed you around the bed as you kept taking steps back. Soon you were left with nowhere else to go as your back hit the wall of the cabin. Even though you risked punishment for your rude behavior, you couldn’t stop yourself from pinching your nose shut to keep out his smell as he approached you.

“Yeah, your heat’s starting. You began building your nest, hm?” Shanks asked, his hand drifting over one of his old shirts on the bed as he continued on his way to you. You practically hissed at him while narrowing your eyes at him before moving towards the shirt and rearranging it to your liking. It was pure instinct making your fingers itch with the need to move it, but couldn’t he see that he had moved the shirt to the wrong position? You hoped he wasn’t keeping a tally of your mistakes against him but you couldn’t stop yourself from adjusting it so it was the way it needed to be. 

Reaching for you, he put his palm on your forehead as you leaned back farther away from him. He was also warm, adding to the heat of your body to your chagrin.

“I’m guessing you want me out of here then,” Shanks said with a boyish grin, unperturbed by your annoyed body language. You searched his face for any signs of malice before you nodded your head in response. He laughed easily at your answer and put his hand up in mock surrender. 

“All right, I’ll leave. I’ll bring some clean blankets and linens for you but other than that I’ll be on the deck if you need me, yeah?” he said as he turned to go, stepping over the clothes pile again. 

“M-may I ask you for a favor, Emperor?” you blurted out at his receding back. You had to talk to him about the claiming mark now since you weren’t sure how long you’d be rational. This was your first heat so you wanted to ask while you had the chance. The Emperor’s eyebrows hiked slightly as he turned to you.

“Sure, Love. What can I do for you?” he asked with curiosity leaking into his tone. You took a deep breath to brace yourself for asking your question. You thought he’d deny you what you were asking for like he had with your island expedition but you had to at least try.

“I - I don’t want the bite. The, um, the claiming mark. I know, um, that - I - um, you might - you can do -” You shrank back when the Emperor drew near you once more; curling your arms around yourself in an attempt to reassure yourself. It wasn’t the stench this time that had you moving away, you knew from experience how strongly Kid had felt about the claiming bite and how desperately he’d tried to make it form. A claiming mark was supposed to be the final step of an Alpha / Omega courting with it supposedly creating an unbreakable bond between the pair. It was said that some highly compatible couples could even sense each other’s emotions through the bond, but that was surely just an old wive’s tale. In reality, it would be a way for the Alpha to secure the Omega to their side forever by creating a lasting bond between them. If you got a claiming bite from the Emperor, you’d never be able to endure another heat cycle without him. You’d never ever be free again.

He put his large index finger under your chin before tilting your head up to look at him. Even with your head filled with cotton you could feel your underlying fear instincts kicking in. You wanted to avert your eyes but couldn’t summon the courage to as his eyes bored into your own.

“I won’t, I promise,” the Emperor replied with the sincerity of the vow settling under your skin as he kissed your forehead. It was the best you could hope for, but you wondered what a pirate’s promise was worth? You stayed silent while you nodded slightly to indicate you understood. Closing your eyes to focus, you tried to remember your manners. It would be no good to start your heat off on the wrong foot with the Alpha who’d be…helping you through it.

“Thank you Emperor,” you croaked out as he kissed your forehead. He turned and smiled at you once again, his smile lines etched into his tan skin. His deep red hair shone in the sun as he grinned at you, giving you his full attention. He really was very handsome, you conceded to yourself as he left the cabin with an ambling gait.

“See you soon, little Omega.”

Shanks POV

Shanks’ smile remained on his face as he closed the door to his cabin behind him. You were absolutely adorable and he couldn’t get enough of you like this. Your moody feistiness was showing him the most spirit he’d seen out of you since you’d been on the ship. You reminded him of a little cat, hissing and puffing up its fur when all it really needed was to be taken in hand and pet until it purred. The clothes on his bed alerted him that you’d started building your nest and the sweat dripping between your breasts told him you’d be in heat likely by nightfall. He reluctantly gave you leave even with the absolutely divine sweet smell emanating from your every pore. He wanted to roll around with you and wrap around you like a blanket but he’d been warned you would want to be left alone at this particular juncture. Hongo had informed Shanks that you would want privacy to build your nest so it didn’t bother him that you wanted to be left alone.

Hongo had said you would need time and space to prepare yourself for the coming heat. So Shanks knew you would be picky about your surroundings, getting rid of anything you didn’t like and preparing the room along with yourself for your heat. What he hadn’t anticipated was you cracking open the door while he was still in front of it and throwing a pile of clothes out onto the deck, before slamming the door shut again. The various crew members lounging on the deck glanced between the door and their bemused Captain. Rockstar’s eyes roved over the pile of clothing and narrowed his eyes.

“Hey! That’s my favorite shirt!” griped Rockstar while snatching his gray shirt from the pile.

“And my missing bandana!” Lucky Roo chimed in before grabbing his kerchief with a huff. 

“The rest of the shit is mine, except for this,” Benn said, holding up the ruffled shirt between two fingers. He was smoking yet another cigarette as he piled the rest of the clothes in his muscled arms. Shanks had noticed that Benn was smoking like a chimney since you came onboard. Luckily they’d be docking at the island later that day and Benn could buy as many as he wanted. He was, at best, unpleasant when he ran out of smokes at sea.

“Ok, so I borrowed a few things. So what? You got 'em back, no harm no foul,” Shanks said  with a shrug brefore leaning against the door to the cabin. 

“What else you got in there, huh? Probably more where that came from,” Rockstar grumbled, turning to head towards the door.

“ DON’T.” 

Rockstar froze where he stood, his body unable to move as Shanks’ Command crashed over the deck. His face was stuck somewhere between shock and horror as he found himself at the wrong end of his Captain’s aggression. Shanks hadn’t meant to utter the Command, much less combine it with his Conqueror’s haki. Calming himself down with a deep breath, he released the energy and Rockstar slid to his knees, panting for breath. Shanks exchanged a look with Beckman as the first mate helped Rockstar back to his feet. 

‘Stay away from the Captain’s quarters. Three meter radius around the whole area,” Beckman decreed. Not that the crew needed to be warned as the discharge of haki was enough on its own. Sighing, Shanks sat down in front of the door to his cabin with his back against the familiar worn wood. He could excuse his aggression the first time around, but this was becoming too much. Hongo said that an Omega in heat could cause him to go into rut if he wasn’t careful. Someone like Shanks, at his level of power, couldn’t afford to go into a mindless state where all he cared about was fucking. For the sake of his crew, his ship, and all the people who depended on him for protection, Shanks needed to keep his mind as clear as it could be and avoid the rut. Hongo had advised him not to distress you and to keep you sated, which should prevent him from going into overdrive to protect you from any perceived harm.  It would be harder than Shanks had anticipated if someone stepping within three meters of his cabin was enough to set him off. 

“Stay there and guard the girl,” Beckman said while picking up the rest of the clothes on the deck.

“I’m not guarding her, I’m -” Shanks began protesting only to be silenced by his first mate.

“And stop taking my clothes ya shrimp, don’ fit ye anyways. Do yer wash instead then you’ll have somethin’ to wear,” Beckman continued while pointedly ignoring his Captain’s words. Shanks humphed but gave no further argument as he listened to the scuttering behind the door. Secretly, he was pleased that all the clothes you’d rejected were those from the crew and Mihawk. Everything you’d kept and moved to the bed was from his own wardrobe and drenched in his scent. Even though you hadn’t been given a choice in who you’d be mating this heat, your body had chosen him. And his certainly chose you.

Your POV

The ship had been docked for an hour now, gently bobbing in the waves with the sounds of the crew dissipating into the night air. The crew had hurriedly left the ship as tension rose corresponding to your coming heat. You still hadn’t left the cabin nor did you have any inclination to. You’d finished your nest a few hours prior with everything exactly how you wanted it. The Emperor had offered you fresh linens but you didn’t want to have the smell diluted from what was already in the room and you huddled in the center of your nest. Your stomach twisted itself in knots while an uneasy sense of anticipation settled over you. Your heart rate picked up and you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to push away your rising stress as you worried about the potential outcomes of your heat. Though you were glad you’d never experienced it before now, you wished you knew what to expect beyond what you’d heard from vague rumors and hearsay.

You were curled up naked in the Emperor’s cloak and you began rubbing the material between your fingers when your stomach went from butterflies to full blown pain. It felt like the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life and you let out an agonizing groan. Clutching your stomach, a gush of liquid flooded out of you, coating the cloak in your slick. You’d heard going into heat wasn’t pleasant but you didn’t know it would be so incredibly painful. For what felt like the millionth time in your life, you cursed your designation and wished you’d been born as anything but an Omega. Your thoughts on your life dimmed as another wave of cramps hit you and more slick spread between your thighs. 

Mindless need had you pushing your hand between your thighs in a futile bid to quell the building ache coming from deep within you. Your core felt like it was missing something you needed as much as the air you were breathing. Whimpering as your fingers sought your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub did nothing to subdue your pain or desire. With tears beading at your lashline you tried to think of something, anything, that could help you.

You needed…an Alpha.

Shanks POV

Bursting into the cabin at the first sounds of your distress, Shanks was first met with the nearly palpable smell of an Omega in heat. If he’d had any lingering doubts about keeping you on the ship before, they were gone now. His cock was aching as he located you in your nest on the bed, ready to fill you with his seed. His cloak below you was drenched with your slick as you writhed, your small fingers rubbing at your clit fruitlessly while crying out for him while you sought to alleviate your own pain. You looked like an offering to an ancient god, a sacrifice left on an altar to be consumed.

“Alpha it h-hurts…Alpha… A-alpha… need you…hurts” you cried out, waiting for him to come and alleviate your pain. Disrobing what little he had on, Shanks loomed over you in the bed, his one remaining thought was to ask permission before joining you in the nest. 

“Omega, shhh. I’m here for you, I’m here. Can I -”

“Alpha, it h-hurts, I c-can’t -” Shanks took that as all the permission he needed as he crawled over your nest to get to you. He removed your hand from your clit as pleasure would be found only from him for the rest of your heat. Pinning both your wrists above your head, he leaned down and nipped along your scent glands with his teeth, causing you to gush more slick and whine loudly.

“Alpha, p-please, I -” 

“I’ll attend to you. Hush,” Shanks commanded as you stifled your cries, sniffles still coming occasionally.

“Beautiful Omega,” Shanks said simply while taking in your blushing face and dilated eyes. Your nipples were pert and begging for his mouth and your cunt was calling for his cock. Wanting to relieve your pain, Shanks let go of your wrists and lined himself up to your dripping cunt. He needed to be in you immediately - for both your sakes. You were hurting, needing an Alpha's seed within you to quell the pain of the heat. Shanks felt like he was going to go into a mindless rut if he didn't start fucking you now .

Sheathing himself in one long stroke, you moaned loudly and arched further into him as he bottomed out within you. Your tight channel was gripping him so perfectly that he wanted to spend the rest of his life deep within you. Shanks quickly began a harsh rhythm, his thighs smacking the backs of your legs as you wrapped your shins behind his back. Your legs began to shake when Shanks rubbed your clit with his thumb while he fucked you.

“All for me,” Shanks muttered before catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He bit gently as you hissed and held his head in your hands. Omegas were known to come easily and repeatedly during their heat and you were no exception. Your pussy fluttering around his length when you reached your first of what would be many peaks. Shanks desperately wanted to bite your scent glands as you threw your head back in bliss, but he’d given his word that he wouldn’t. You were living with him now, he could wait to give you the claiming mark until after your heat passed. 

“ Al-phaaaa, ” you cried out with your first orgasm hitting you and your eyes rolled back in your head. Shanks knew that no matter how many times you came it wouldn’t matter - he had to come in you repeatedly to fully alleviate the pain. Still hard within you, Shanks slowed his pace but continued fucking you through your orgasm. Putting his forehead on yours, you opened your eyes to meet his. Your heavy lidded eyes and blown pupils alerted him that your true self was being consumed by your heat. Your true personality would be hidden under the haze of heat until the tail end when you’d come back to yourself in bursts. As Shanks watched your face smooth out in relief after contorting in pleasure, a flash of your real self flickered through your eyes. It was like you’d come to the surface and were frightened of what you found. You looked around rapidly and tried to wiggle away from under him as distress soured your scent. Shanks shushed you and used his arm to keep you under him.

Your lower lip wobbled and Shanks regretted his decision to wait until you kissed him first. He wanted to soothe you and so settled for cupping your cheek in his palm as you started to cry. He knew the lucid version of you would be lost soon but he wanted to make sure you felt safe and secure while you were mentally present.

“Shhhh. It’s me, Shanks. I’m here with you. It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe -” he said softly, rubbing your cheek. Your eyes roved over his face as if trying to etch it into your memory. You opened your mouth to speak but just as quickly as your lucidity had come it went, leaving you back in your uncomfortable heat. You grimaced and moved underneath him, wanting to fuck again to alleviate the rising pain. 

“Alpha, please, Alpha, I need you,” you cried out for him with tears streaking down your face as your contractions resumed wracking your smaller body.

“Again already, little Omega?” Shanks asked the more pliant version of you. You nodded your head as fat tears ran down your cheeks. Licking a trail all the way up your face, Shanks nipped your ear before he began moving again. Your scent glands were producing more than ever before, he needed some of you in his mouth before he bit you and broke his promise. 

“Ag-gain,” you confirmed, your body already crying out for another orgasm as well as his own.

“As many times as you need,” he cooed as you began moaning once more. Now the raw need inside him wasn’t building as quickly as the time before so he could spare some time to help you adjust to his presence. Settling himself down between your legs, he opened your thighs to reveal your glistening core. You whined at the loss of his thick cock but yelped instead when Shanks nipped your inner thigh with his sharp teeth.

“Quiet,” was all he had to say before you parted your legs farther to give him access. You shivered as Shanks flattened his tongue and licked your cunt in one long stripe from your hole to your clit. Your slick tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough as it coated his face from your leaking hole. Your hands found their way into his hair as he began sucking, licking, and mouthing at your clit. He was being an unfair tease by bringing you to the brink of orgasm repeatably before stopping his ministrations. Shanks lapped at you as your slick gushed out in anticipation of a climax you had yet to receive. Pointing his tongue, Shanks groaned as he drove it into you much like his cock had been previously. He couldn’t get enough of your delicious slick and he swore he’d never had an ambrosia so divine before. 

Bending your knees, you put your legs on his back and pulled his hair to coerce him to let you come. Shanks smiled into your pussy - he had half a mind to discipline you for trying to tell him what to do but he didn’t want to be away from your cunt for a single moment. 

“Not on my face, on my cock,” he said while moving back to flip you over to hands and knees. Entering you once more from behind, he fucked you with long and slow thrusts as you continued to leak slick. You were moaning with every thrust, making Shanks glad the crew had left the ship so they wouldn’t hear the delicious noises you made. Taking his fingers and running them up your thigh, he gathered your slick on his fingertips before he raised them to his mouth. He tasted your juices and hummed with delight. Running his finger through again, he leaned forward towards your face.

“Open,” he commanded without having to use any Alpha power behind it. Your jaw dropped immediately like you couldn’t wait to comply with whatever he told you to do. Sticking his fingers in your mouth, you sucked off the juices on his fingers and continued to suck on his fingers as he kept moving within you. 

“Stop,” he whispered into your skin before biting your shoulder gently. Shanks was going to keep his promise to you - he would - but he couldn’t resist a little nip along your soft skin. You ceased sucking immediately, opting instead to drop your front to the bed and turning your head to take his length further within your body. Shanks was amazed at the degree to which you obeyed him. Sure, you’d been obedient beforehand, but it had come with trepidation and hesitancy. You complied out of fear of reprisal, afraid of his every movement. But now you were completely willing to submit to him and allow him to do with you as he pleased. The feeling of heady power was not unlike the rush that came with using his Conqueror’s Haki. There was almost no one beyond his control, he could make even the proudest of Alphas bend the knee with his might. None of it felt as rewarding as your soft, hot, tight, cunt wrapped around him like a silk fist. This was the due of an Apex Alpha, he thought as your cunt pulsed around him. 

Shanks leaned back to watch his cock slide in and out of you as he fucked you. You pushed back against him, your body desperately trying to get more friction, more of his length, just more. Shanks used his hand to keep you in place as he started pounding into you more forcefully. You didn’t get to control the rhythm or speed, you were there to take what he chose to give you. You accepted his offering by stilling your body and pushing your knees further apart. Maybe you did need a little discipline, he thought as he drove into you. He would go easy on you, he decided, after all this was your first heat and you hadn’t had…positive experiences in the past.

Continuing to fuck you from behind Shanks surprised himself - his favorite position was to have his partner ride him. Normally by this point, Shanks would be enjoying a lovely view and would fuck up into you when he wanted to. Except…he didn’t want to have you any other way besides in front or beneath him. He was driven by the need to conquer you while accepting your submission and demanding more.

Shanks grabbed the ends of your hair and wrapped his fist in it twice, using the makeshift ponytail to pull your head back. You keened as your pussy clenched tighter, showing your enjoyment at how he was using you as he continued snapping his hips against your ass. He wished he had both hands so he could thumb your clit but the way your cunt was pulsing told him you were close again. He could see why Alphas wanted their Omegas to keep their hair long now, it was an easy way to control you and contort your body. Pulling harder made you whimper as another wave of slick hit his thighs. You were close, and he was sure if he kept going he’d be able to get you to come in a few minutes even without touching your clit. A thought touched the corner of his mind and Shanks decided to test out a theory.

“ Come,” he Commanded in his strongest Alpha voice. You howled your release as your already tight cunt contracted around him, milking his cock to orgasm. Your cunt convulsed around him seemingly endlessly as you rode your high. Finally sighing from relief, you collapsed onto the bed for a moment’s respite. Shanks was still on his knees with his cock already hardening again in anticipation of your need. He was on a razor’s edge and barely able to avoid entering a rut himself at the sight of his cum leaking out of your soaked cunt. He was pleased his command had worked, it was a way he could compensate for lacking a second hand. 

You were laying face down on the bed, already mewling your need for another round. Hongo had said the experience would be intense but Shanks hadn’t been prepared for something like this. Rolling you over, Shanks took in your blissed out expression and relaxed body. He’d never seen you like this and his heart clenched at the sight. He could almost see who you were before you were taken from your island, but it was just out of reach. He idly pondered what you were like before Kid met you and your life had dramatically changed course.

“ Smile,” Shanks Commanded, wondering what you would look like if he had met you first. Your face broke into a huge grin that reached your eyes, alleviating the stress and lethargy he’d seen previously. It took his breath away - you shone as bright as the sun and it reminded him of easier times and happier days. Shanks couldn’t stop himself from smiling back, it felt like you were lovers lounging after your first intimate moment together. For a moment you two weren’t an Alpha helping an Omega through heat by necessity. He wished you always looked like this, that you were happy to be there, to be with him. It wasn’t real, you were just lost to the heat, he knew that, but…

“ Fuck me like you love me.” 

The Command came out before he could stop it or rationalize it away. You smiled even wider, stretching your arms up and around his neck. Pulling him down to you, you kissed him tenderly on the lips. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist while continuing to press your lips to his. He licked against your lips for entry and you opened your mouth allowing the kiss to deepen. It was so similar to the first time he’d had you but this was love and tenderness, not a rough fucking to alleviate your primal needs. You moved your hands from behind his neck to his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands like he was a treasure. 

“I’m so glad you found me, Shanks. I’ll never leave you,” you said, your eyes filled with love and adoration as you whispered to him, punctuating your sentences with sweet kisses to his cheeks and lips. Shanks kissed you back as he languidly began making love to you, stroking your arms tenderly with his own. Shanks had lost many people in his life - Roger, Rayleigh, Buggy, so many others to fighting, wounds, drownings - that it felt right to have someone all of his own. Someone he could protect and cherish, to keep for himself.

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[lipglossanon]

Dirty Little Secret

Stepson!Leon S. Kennedy x Stepmom!Reader <one shot>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pseudo incest, cheating, loveless marriage? lol, mommy kink, breeding kink, mentions of lactation kink, dirty talk, noncon, slight somno, mention of a rape play scenario, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️ just smut

title from Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects

You thought it was love. This guy wined and dined you then showed you the world. So when he proposes to you only three months into your relationship, you’re so smitten that you agree before he even finishes asking. 

It must’ve been the honeymoon phase because a year later, you’re stuck at home while he galivants around the globe for his business. It’s not like you have a hard time, but you’re lonely, done begging for attention from a man who apparently just wanted someone to live in his empty house while he’s gone. 

Then after months of stilted phone calls and cut short video chats, he drops by only to surprise you with a son from a previous marriage. Something you knew nothing about. After introducing Leon to you, he leaves him there—some flimsy excuse of letting you two get to know each other—and is off again once more. 

Leon smiles at you as his dad leaves, “Sorry to drop in like this.”

Your frown smooths out as you take a deep breath, “Not your fault, sorry if I’m off kilter. He didn’t even tell me about you til now.”

You wince after saying the words out loud but Leon only laughs. 

“It’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible.”

You wave your hand, “Don’t be silly, it’ll be nice to have company again.”

He smiles again but this one makes you feel a little more on edge, something about the way it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Well then, I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire.”

You settle into a new routine, Leon fitting into your day to day pretty easily. He’s sarcastic and mouthy, but it beats only having yourself for company. Your husband dropped off his son in late January and it’s now early May; it’s like you blinked and realized you haven’t even had anyone else visit except for Leon’s actual mom. (She’s surprisingly a sweetheart and quite helpful even if she makes Leon all moody to have her in your shared space). 

It’s after one such visit that left Leon in an irritable mood where you decide to have a little movie night in order to cheer him up. You’re unsure as to what started it this time, but the ex missus just gave you a quick smile and wave goodbye as Leon stormed off upstairs. Taking in a deep breath, you rap your knuckles on his closed door and listen for any movement.

Half a minute passes by before you hear him walk over and open the door. You take in his sweats and loose white tee. Good, it doesn’t look like he's headed out—you tilt your head before looking back up into his face. 

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, a corner of his lips ticking up into a half smile. 

“Wanna watch some shitty horror movies and order pizza?” You smile, pleased with yourself when he drops his arms. 

“Sure,” he shrugs, tossing his phone back onto his bedspread and pushing you away from his door, closing it behind him, “w’nna order a cheese pizza?”

“Sounds good,” you lead him back downstairs, flopping down on the couch and grabbing your phone. 

Leon sits on the cushion next to you, leaning over to watch as you scroll through the app. 

“Want any sides or anything?” You ask, attention still on your phone. 

“Pizza’s plenty.”

You feel his breath ghost across your neck and it sends a chill down your spine. Scrunching your shoulders up, you laugh and bump against his side. 

“That tickles, Leon,” you shift a little and you feel him move to face the television. 

Once you place the order, you lock your phone and sink into the couch. Leon’s close enough you can feel his body heat, but you know if you move he’ll end up next to you again. It’s something you’ve noticed over the time that he’s stayed here; you’ve only brought it up once and he admitted he likes being close since he misses his mom. 

You frown to yourself as Leon channel surfs, not wanting to start any movies only for it to be interrupted by the delivery guy. For him to miss his mom so much, he’s always pissy when she visits. Maybe he’s just salty that she let him end up living here with you? Glancing over at him, he notices you looking and shoots you a grin. 

“Have any idea on what movie we start with?”

You return his grin and drum your fingers against your thigh, “Hmmm, you ever watch Spookies?”

He shakes his head, “I’m assuming it’s bad?”

“The worst but in the best way,” you laugh.

He studies you for a moment. 

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”

Giddy warmth bubbles in your chest, “Of course, Leon. I know the situation probably isn’t ideal, but I’ll take care of you.”

He laughs low in his throat, “We’re nearly the same age.”

You wave him off, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m still older though.”

Lapsing into a companionable silence, you mindlessly watch as Leon zips through different shows until the doorbell rings. After stuffing your faces with pizza, you settle in comfortably on the couch, feet laying over Leon’s lap after he tugged your legs away from you. 

“No reason to stay curled up like that,” he pats your calf. 

Unsure how to feel, you eventually relax into him. If it doesn’t bother him, then why should it bother you? The heat from his lap must lull you to sleep because the next thing you know is blinking your eyes open to some random movie playing on the tv. Another beat and you groggily glance down your body at the new weight pressing you into the cushions. 

Sandy blonde hair fills your vision as you feel Leon softly suck a nipple into his mouth. Without you noticing, he has pushed your flimsy shirt up and tugged your bra cups down. Squirming under him only leads to him sighing softly, eyes fluttering shut as he licks around your stiff peaks. 

“Stop, stop,” you pant, feeling sluggish and out of sorts, arms and legs feeling wooden as sleep tries to cling to your senses.

Leon only laughs and goes back to softly sucking on your nipples, mouth drifting from one hard bud to the other with quick swipes of his tongue. 

“But mommy, you said you’d take care of me,” his low voice raises the hair on your arms, “mmm, and what I really need is to suck your sexy tits.”

There’s no denying the rush of slick that fills the gusset of your panties. 

“S’wrong, Leon,” you counter, weakly crying out when he gently bites your nipple. 

“Maybe, but I think you need this, need me to take care of you. After all, my dad’s not going to,” he growls and roughly sucks the puckered skin around your stiff bud, “you need a husband who wants to stuff your hot little pussy.”

A loud keening moan leaves your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

His eyes are bright as a grin lights up his face, “See? C’mon, no one has to know that you let your stepson dick you down on the couch.”

Hips jumping, you mewl as he goes back to lapping at your nipples, hands coming up to grope the soft fat of your breasts. 

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs into your sternum, mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses across your skin, “fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad, mommy.”

The condescension in that one word makes you drip, pussy throbbing for more than just words. 

“W-we shouldn’t though,” you try to get a grip on yourself, hands hovering over his hair, “god, I’m married to your father.”

“Is he here? Is he ever here?” He raises up and sneers at you, “never around when you need’em huh?”

Raising up onto his haunches he gives you a nasty smirk, “But that’s why you have me now. I’m gonna pound your hot little pussy day and night. Maybe it’ll even make you a real mommy.”

“Leon!” You gasp, nipples tightening at the thought, hands digging into the couch.

But he’s telling the truth. Your husband is never home— hasn’t called you back and barely replies to texts. You’ve been lonely and neglected even before Leon got here; so what if it’s wrong? It won’t kill anyone just to go along with him this one time. So that’s what you decide to tell him. 

“This one time,” you whisper, biting your lip as you give in to him, “just once.”

He laughs, “Sure, I can work with that.”

Once turns into twice. 

“It’s still just the one time,” you pant as he fucks into your squelching pussy, face mashed against the armrest of the couch, “it’s still the same round.”

“Sure, mommy,” he murmurs in your ear and you clamp down on him tighter, “whatever you say.”

Which turns into three and four and then five…

By the next afternoon, you're bouncing on your stepson’s fat cock in your own marriage bed. 

“Fuck, fuck, I need it, please, I wanna cum,” you whimper, grinding down onto Leon’s dick, “please.”

“Take it then, mommy, take your son’s cock deep in that little pussy,” he growls, thumb rubbing your clit in tight rough circles. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyes rolling back as Leon’s fat tip kisses your cervix, “god, it’s so good.”

“Yeah? Better than dad’s?” Leon asks, flashing you a smug little smile. 

“Uh huh,” you whine, hands pressing on his broad chest so you can ride him harder, “you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“Goddamn,” he growls, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. 

Pulling halfway out, he bullies his cock back into your sopping wet hole, pace fast and hard making you wail as he rams against your g-spot. 

“Tell me mommy, tell me who’s making this fat pussy feel so good,” he pinches your nipples, “c’mon mommy, say it.”

“You,” you whimper, tears clumping your lashes, “you’re making mommy’s pussy feel so good.”

“Who?”

“My son,” you cry out as he tugs your nipples roughly, “my son’s filling my pussy and making me cum.”

“Good girl, mommy,” he coos mockingly and you squeeze his cock, pussy walls snug and wet around his thick length. 

“I’ve given you so many creampies,” he sighs, “fuck, I hope one of them takes. Wanna drink your milk.”

You shudder, hips stilling, “That’s so—”

“Hot?” He slaps your thigh and you start grinding on his cock again, “these tits leaking milk for me would be a dream come true. Let me breed you, mommy.”

“I can’t,” you mewl, clit throbbing as you rock your hips into his thrusts, “can’t get knocked up by my stepson.”

Leon groans, “It’ll just be the one time. Besides, I’ve been dumping load after load into this tight little cunt. We both know you want it, mommy. Making that pussy crave to have me stuffing her to the brim.”

You lean forward, face pressing against his neck as you moan brokenly. 

“I shouldn’t,” you hiccup, hips writhing as Leon reaches underneath you to grip your ass. 

“It’ll be our little secret,” he humps your pussy, cock knocking against your cervix and making you squeal, “let me breed you, mommy. Let your son breed your fat pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you slur, mouth panting and drooling against his skin, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Next time, I want you to fight me,” he whispers in your ear and you moan, “fight me so when I pin you down, I’ll be raping your hot wet pussy until you cream all over my cock, mommy.”

Your nails dig into his back and you scream, orgasm wiping out your thoughts as your body thrashes under Leon.

“I’m cumming, fuck, mommy, gonna fill you up again,” he rambles, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy as you continue to orgasm. 

The last thing you see is Leon’s blue eyes staring down at you as your pussy milks his cock while he spurts rope after rope of thick cum inside your clenching hole. 

You wake up sometime later with Leon running his fingers along your arm and shoulder. 

“You okay?”

You hum and nod, stretching out along the bed, feeling a slight twinge in your hips. 

“May’ve over done it,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

Leon laughs and drops a kiss to your head. 

“Yeah I got that after you passed out.”

Giggling, you turn on your side to face him. 

“Need to drink more water I guess.”

He nods, a funny sort of smile overtaking his features. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone right?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Why would I? Even if we’re both adults, I don’t think anyone’s gonna be happy it happened.”

Sighing, you push up until you can swing your legs over the side of the bed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Standing up, your thighs shake but you’re able to walk over to the en-suite bathroom. At the doorway, you turn back to see Leon staring at you, a hungry look in his eyes. You bite your lip knowing what you’re about to say isn’t a good idea, but what the hell. You’re already in it this far. 

“If you wash my back, I’ll wash yours,” tone flirty as you smile at him. 

Not waiting for an answer, you walk into the bathroom, listening as the sheets ruffle from Leon climbing out of bed to follow you.  

[lightsoutmatthews]

protective auston has me feeling some type of way lol can you do something similar for willy? something like they are already an established couple and he never had to be protective before so she’s never seen that side of him? thanks!!!

Oh Annon you got my creative juices flowing with that one because I was debating between this and what I wrote for Auston and I was HOPING someone would send in another request. 🙏🏼

I got you – William Nylander

You weren’t used to this side of William.

He wasn’t exactly a hothead, never had been. If anything, William was calm to a fault. He didn’t raise to bait, didn’t snap back when people ran their mouths in interview or chirped him on the ice.

At home, with you, he was easygoing. Chill. Unshakably steady and calm. That was one of the first things you loved about him. He made you feel like you could relax. No drama. No big emotional explosions.

So, when it happened, it caught you off guard.

The two of you had been dating for multiple years at that point. You weren’t still in that careful stage where you pretended things didn’t bother you.

You lived together, shared grocery lists, fought over whose turn it was to do laundry. You knew his morning coffee order by heart. He kept a drawer in the entryway just for your keys because he said you always lost them in your bag.

You had been through quiet nights and loud ones. Road trips. Boring errands. Injuries. Post-game slumps. Summer lulls.

But you had never seen him like this.

It started at a team event. A charity dinner. You were used to those, dressed up, made conversation with executives, sponsors, teammates and smiled for the photos.

Most people were nice. Some were fake-nice. A few were a little too into the whole girlfriend of an NHL player thing, but you learned to brush that off.

The guy who crossed the line didn’t start off as a problem. He was older, some kind of donor or sponsor of the team. He wore a watch that cost probably more than your car and looked like he lived on red wine and bad decisions.

He was talking to you and a few other people near the bar. You didn’t catch his name, just his business card when he slipped in into your hand.

“You should call me some time,” he said, his tone light but with a weird edge. “I do consulting. Media stuff. You´ve got a great look, could be good on camera.”

You gave a polite smile and stepped back half an inch. Not rude, not obvious. Just enough to signal you weren’t interested in his offer. You figured he would take the hint.

He didn’t.

“You with someone tonight?” he asked, like he hadn’t noticed the very obvious fact that you were standing less than ten feet away from your boyfriends table.

William had been stuck in a conversation with a couple of board members, his eyes flicking to you every few minutes like a clockwork. He was watching. Not hovering, just being aware.

“Yeah,” you replied making your voice sound as flat as possible. “I´m here with my boyfriend.”

“Let me guess. One of the players?” he chuckled, like it was a cliché.

“Yeah,” you repeated, less amused.

He laughed some more, leaning in a little closer. “That´s fun. Bet he gets jealous real easy.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. You felt it before you even saw him.

William´s presence sliding in between you and the guy like a wall. Not loud. Not even rude. Just there.

“Hey,” William opened the conversation, resting his hand lightly on your lower back, eyes on the man in front of you. “Everything good here?”

The way he said it was casual, but something in his voice was different. Tighter. Like a string pulled taut.

You turned towards him instinctively, he looked at you first, not the guy. You nodded. “Yeah, we´re just finishing up.”

But William didn’t move. Didn’t smile like he usually did with sponsors. He looked at the man, quiet for just a beat too long. Then, still calm, he said, “She´s with me.”

“I gathered,” the guy huffed, like William was being dramatic for stepping in. Still, he looked at him a little more carefully now. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your girl alone in a room full of men eying her up and down in that dress,” he added regardless.

Now it was William that huffed. “Maybe you should take a hint when a woman is clearly not interested and taken.” He paused for a second. “I remember you seeing us walk in.”

The guy raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Sure,” William replied, still even.

The hand on his back never moved, it anything, his fingers curled a little tighter around the fabric of your dress.

It was a short exchange, a minute tops, but it changed something.

The man backed off, chuckled something under his breath, and walked away without another word. Then it was just you and William.

You looked up at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, features softening. “You?”

“I´ve had worse,” you nodded carefully.

He nodded too, but he didn’t say anything else. His jaw was tight. Not really angry, but protective in a way that felt new.

You didn’t say much about it first. He stayed close the rest of the night, never smothering but definitely within reach. His hand found yours often and you caught him glancing around more than usual.

It was weird, seeing him like that. Not because you didn’t like it, if you were honest with yourself, you kind of did, but because it was different. Like you had unlocked a version of him you had never needed before.

Back home later that night, your brought it up.

“You dint usually do that,” you opened, slipping out of your heels. “Get, I don’t really know what to call it, protective, I guess?”

William, who was changing out of his dress shirt on the other side of the bed, looked over at you, “No?”

You shook your head. “I mean, you´re not the jealous type. You don’t get weird when people talk to me.”

“I´m still not jealous,” he argued, walking over and dropping onto your side of the bed next to you. “That guy just sucked.”

“He did suck,” you chuckled.

William tilted his head a little, thoughtful. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you. Especially, knowing you were taken.”

“He was a creep,” you offered.

“It wasn’t just that,” he muttered, much quieter than usual. “He didn’t respect you.”

You looked at him, there was something serious about his voice that made you sit up straighter.

“He didn’t listen when you said you were with someone,” he continued. “Didn’t take you seriously because you were with a player on the team. I know you can handle yourself, but I just…” He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair.

“What?” you asked gently.

“I just didn’t like it,” he summed it up. “I didn’t like the idea if you feeling like you had to be polite to someone like that. I know it happens more than I probably realize.”

You were quiet for a moment. “It does.” He exhaled loudly. “Yeah.”

Your reached for his hand. “You were good, though. You didn’t cause a scene.”

“I wanted to,” he admitted. “Like, just for a second, I felt like, I guess possessive. Which really isn’t me.”

“It´s okay,” you hummed. “It didn’t feel like you were trying to control anything. You just showed up. That’s all.”

He laid back on the bed, letting out another loud exhale while staying quiet for a second. “I don’t ever what you to think I don’t care,” he muttered, looking up at you, instinctively grabbing your hand. “Sometimes I worry I come off too chill. Like I don’t notice that stuff.”

You laid down next to him, carefully curling into his side. “You notice plenty,” you mumbled into his bare chest. “And I like that you´re not the type to get into a fight or argument over nothing.”

His glaze softened and he carefully wrapped an arm around you before placing a soft kiss to your head. “But if it’s not nothing?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand that was still resting in yours. “Then I´m glad to know you´ve got my back.”

[twdfemmefetal]

Who was that? pt. 1

Summary: After years of Daryl shrugging off your advances to him, you decide to move on for your own sanity, Daryl realizes he doesn’t like the idea of sharing you.

Era: quarry, CDC, farm, prison, and Alexandria.

Warnings: Age Gap, physical agression, suggestive content, mean! Daryl, Alcohol, swearing, MDNI, Jealously, anger, some fluff.

Divider by: @puppizai

(Quarry)

"Hey Daryl..." You're heart's pace quickened when you walked closer to him.

Daryl's gaze met yours, and suddenly your confidence faltered, you were nervous.

He hummed as a response, carefully watching your movements with a bit of curiosity waiting to see what you planned on doing next.

"Was wondering, if I could maybe come hunting with you." You smiled sheepishly at him, hoping for him to drag you with.

"Nah, don' need no one holdin' me back." He grunted, tone laced with annoyance.

'ouch', you thought to yourself as you bit your lip, hoping to not show him how much the response had affected you.

"I'll be quiet, I promise not to get in your way" You suggested, eyes beaming up at him in admiration, hoping he would say yes.

Daryl looked back at you just before scoffing, "m'good." He picked up his crossbow and brushed right past you, softly grazing your shoulder. You sighed in defeat as you watched the archer's back. Yet again, another embrassing rejection.

You wondered if daryl knew you liked him, how could he not realize, you had a huge crush on him? Everyone seemed to tease you about it, even if he was a couple decades older than you, you couldn't help but yearn for his return. Daryl was the only man you saw worthy of your love, and attention. You've seen Daryl's softer spot, how he's kind to people but in his own subtle ways, how he make's sure everyone is fed with the food he bring to the camp and gives me or the kids some of his extra rations saying 'he already ate' as an excuse. Daryl had a heart a gold; just had a funny way of showing it.

(CDC)

Waking up this morning you would have never guessed in a million years that you would wake up with daryl's arm wrapped around you, snuggling you, with his head tucked into your neck.

earlier that night..

"Booyah!!' Daryl yelled, cheering up Jenner with his wine bottle. As he brought the bottle to his lips daryl's gaze landed on you. You felt like time had stopped in the moment he stared at you. You both shared quick glances throughout the night, followed with soft smiles. At some point, Daryl had sat right by you and handed you the wine bottle he had in his hand to offer you a swig. You graciously accepted his offer and soon enough got tipsy enough to enjoy the night with the others, not worrying about what was outside the walls of the CDC.

This was the most attention Daryl had given you. Usually he would turn you down or avoid you as often as possible but tonight felt different. Tonight felt special, maybe he was swooning over you like you were him.

After taking a nice warm shower you slipped into your tight sleeping shorts and crop top. You stumbled on your way out of the shower rooms as you made your way down the long corridor, hoping to find a room no one claimed.

Your ears perked up when you saw a familiar figure who appeared to be looking for a room himself. You smirked, and walked toward him, feeling the alcohol increase your confidence with each stride you took.

You softly placed your hands around his neck catching him offguard, making him turn around and pin you to the wall.

"oww." you let out softly, too buzzed to feel how hard your back hit the wall.

Daryl wanted to give you back a snark reply on how you shouldn't sneak up on people but his jaw slacked and his eyes softened once he saw you... and your sleeping attire.

Daryl's heart leapt in his chest as he realized just how close he was to you. He hadn't even realized he still had you pinned up to the wall.

His eyes widen and slightly blushed at the sight of your tight clothes, not leaving much to his imagination. You giggled, feeling the whole situation was comedic, the wine taking away any reason or you to be able to think rationally.

Daryl retracted his hands from your body like you had burned him. Leaving your skin tingling at the sensation his fingertips left on you. You couldnt help but smile softly at him.

"w-what're ya doin?" daryl asked as you walked toward him, softly putting your arms around his neck.

"something i've always wanted to do, if that's okay with you?." Daryl tensed up, but didn't say a word as he looked down to your lips, his face flushed when he saw you softly lean into him. You'r hot breathe was now on his face, as he felt your nose brush against his, he braced himself.

The soft feeling of your lips on his made his head spin. Daryl wanted nothing but to touch every part of exposed flesh you had to offer, but every fiber in his being was raging against his thoughts..no feelings about you. He wanted you, craved you, but in the end, knew he couldn't corupt you, not with his thoughts, and fantasies of soemthing more.

So, he did what he thought best; he pulled away and cleared his throat, feeling awkward. Your eyes widen slightly, immediately sobering up at the feeling of his rejection.

Your eyes glossened slightly, embarassed to be put in such a vulnerable positon, only to be pushed away.

"Im sorry, I dont know what I was thinking...you can take this room, ill sleep somewhere else." with a quick mutter you brushed past him softly and made your way down the corridor to find an empty room.

Daryl didn't move nor utter another word to you as you walked away from him.

After a few minutes of not being able to find a vacant room, you stumbled into the recreation room. "Guess im not the only one up huh?" You jumped slightly as you saw Shane looking through some books on the shelf nearby.

"Fuck.. you scared me." You let out a nervous laugh, your eyebrows furrowed when you saw the scratches on his face. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself with something?" You asked concerned as you took a seat on the coach. " Yea... I scratched myself earlier." You saw the darkness behind his eyes as he answered you. Not wanting to push it any further you nodded in understanding.

"What are you doing here sweetie?" Shane asked as he took a seat on the coach, sitting too close to you for comfort.

"Oh, not many places to sleep so I figured id just take this coach." Shane smirked up at you and bit his lip, "Ya can sleep in my room if you'd like? I can take the couch in the room?" You chuckled nervously, "Oh no its okay, I swear."

He scooted closer to you, "Seriously, its no bother at all sweetie." You gulped nervously as you felt his arm rest on your shoulder."I-im not sure-"

"Y/N ya in here?, I found a room for ya." Your ears perked up as soon as you heard Daryls sweet voice causing you to rise up form your seat quickly.

"Oh goodie, thanks anyways for your offer shane." you quickly shrugged him off as your gaze connected with Daryl's. He softly put a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the room.

"Thank god you found a room, Shane was being such a fuckin' creep." Daryl just grunted in response. Once we reached the vacant room, my eyes widen seeing Daryl's crossbow and belongings on the table in the room. "Wait, this is your room? I thought you found a vacant one?"

"Don' be stupid, only room left, sleep er' with me." You felt yourself clam up at his dominance, realizing why you had fallen in love with the archer once more.

It was either Shanes room or Daryls, there is such an obvious answer to those two options.

As you and daryl fully entered the room you saw him about to sleep on the couch but you were quick to disrupt his swift actions.

"Daryl, come on sleep with me.. when was the last time you slept on an actual bed huh?" You playfully smirked at him and saw the sides of his lips quirk up into a smile. "A'ight, but don' be to touchy with me woman." You giggled and climbed into the bed.

Not much had been shared between you and daryl that night, you tried your best to not invade his space anymore than you had already and as did he, but all you really wanted was to be held by him.

Later that night while you both were in deep sleep, Daryl had instinctivley thrown an arm around you pulled you closer to him, with your back pressed up against his chest and your head laid softly on his extened arm, he had managed to bury his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. Daryl had, had the best sleep of his life cuddled up next to you.

(Greene Farm)

After the CDC, and waking up in Daryl's arms, you thought you had maybe reached a point in your relationship where you both could progress. But as you both woke up, Daryl was quick to leave the room and avoid you for the remainder of the time. Yeah, it hurt. You assumed he just felt bad for you, pitied you, but you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach.

One of your last attempts to make Daryl yours was when Andrea had grazed him with a bullet. You were beyond sick, restless, and exhausted of the emotions you were feeling, waiting for Daryl to wake up.

Once his eyes fluttered open you couldn't contain yourself as you burst out in tears while softly kissing the back of his hand. Daryl's gaze landed on you, instinctivley getting up only to wince at the bandage wrapped on his head.

You saw confusion on his face as he gazed upon you for answers. "what happened?" he asked softly retracting his hand from your grasp, you didn't think much of it.

"Andrea thought you were a walker, grazed you, you know you're lucky she's a terrible shot or she would have killed you." He took in the information, his lips forming into a thin line. His gaze turning into a harden gaze.

"You must be thirstly, here." You softy tried handing him the glass of water by the nightstand but were met with reluctance.

"Im a'ight, don' need no babysitter." Your eyes widen a bit at his words, you bit your lip anxiously and put the water back on the stand while hesitantly getting up. You couldn't keep this act up, you had to tell him. You cleared out the nervous lump from your throat and spoke.

"Daryl, do you realize how much I like you?" He averted his eyes at your words, but you were in no position to take your words back now. You have bottled your feelings of his rejections for so long, you were sick of it, sick of chasing. You needed hope, hope that he would someday be yours.

"Don' talk like that, yer confused, don' know what you want." Being slightly taken aback by his harsh words, you couldn't help but grasp at his hands once more, moving closer to him, "Daryl, I know exactly what I want, I want you, don't you get it! Why can't you get that through your head? Now, I'd like to ask you if you feel the same way. I can't keep chasing you, Daryl, not anymore, not like this." Daryl searched your eyes for any hint of dishonesty that you might hold in your confession.

As much as Daryl wanted you, he couldn't let himself love you. He didn't know how to love, how to trust. He knew he was a goner the second he laid his eyes on you, but he couldn't let himself surrender, not now, not like this.

"Look, whatever ya think is gonna happen, it ain't gonna work, no matter what you feel. y/n, ya gotta know when to give up." You inhaled a sharp breath, finally you felt almost a weight be lifted off your shoulders. As you got up, Daryl refused to watch you leave. Not realizing, that he might have lost you forever.

(Prison: Now)

Daryl couldn't help but feel his blood boil as he saw the way a Woodbury resident was chatting you up. You didn't notice the scowl on his face, the deep resentment Daryl held for every single man who decided to take a new interest in you. He was jealous; he knew he was wrong for thinking this, but he felt like he still owned you, owned your heart. Your confession had rung in his head over and over again, and the regret of not giving in made him feel guilty for not letting you in.

He knew you were done, over him, since the farm, you refused to really talk to Daryl, you kept conversations with him a minimum, strictly keeping it on the topic of runs and what your next move was. He noticed your stoic features and nonchalant expressions you held around him. He missed the look of admiration you held for him, your beautiful smile and giggles you made everytime you thought he said something funny.

Sure you were beyond heartbroken by the rejection but Daryl was right… You had to know when to move on. He didn’t feel the same way, you knew better than to chase after a heart that didn’t belong to you, or so you thought....

The Woodbury men whom you would casually see came and went, but nothing seemed to satisfy your heart the way it ached for Daryl. No matter how hard you tried, you knew you were done; you would never be able to find anyone remotely similar to Daryl, no matter how hard you tried. It was starting to get ridiculous —the number of men who would come in and out of your life nowadays. It was never anything too serious, just something to get your mind off things—they understood.

You didn’t give it much thought but your actions had pushed daryl past his breaking point. He was done seeing these guys come in and out of your cell at night, clothes not even decently on and hair messy, Daryl couldn’t stand the way he would see you with marks on your neck from your nights with the shitty guys you would bring around.

He was tired of hearing about the stories from the Woodbury men of how good you were in bed, how great your head game was and the way your curves and flesh felt under their hands. He was sick of it.

“Dude you should have seen the way she looked up at me, on her knees like a good girl, fuck dude I’m telling you, she’s got it all, honestly I’ve been thinking of asking her out ya know? Like seriously taking it to the next step, fuck I think I like her-“ Daryl rolled his eyes and quickly got up from seat in the common area. His blood boiled once he heard the way your latest hookup talk about you.

He had enough, Daryl was sick and tired of standing back, he wanted you, and he wanted you bad...