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zaraomarrogers · 25 days ago

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Timeless

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger Fem! Reader (Post Endgame, Steve and Reader, both are retired)

Word count: 6574

Warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!) smut, unprotected sex (f rec), piv sex, kissing, making out, ANGST, fluff, mentions of insecurities, mentions of jealousy, lack of communication, Post endgame fix

Flashbacks are in italics'.

A/N: This is my very very late submission for @mercurial-chuckles SMUT-BER fest. This is my first time participating in any contest. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I'm working on part 2, I can't live with myself if I won't give Steve his happy ending.

@mercurial-chuckles Thankyou for always being so kind and supportive. I appreciate you so much.

Part 1

The smell of freshly baked muffins wafted through the kitchen as Y/n set the breakfast table for her husband and six-year-old son. She heard the soft steps of Liam James Rogers climbing down the stairs as he squealed in excitement and ran into her open arms, “you made muffins, mama...”

“Yes, I did.” She chuckled, peppering kisses on her son’s face. “I pack one muffin in your lunch box as well. I made you an egg sandwich, there’s cheese and cracker and you asked me to put some blueberries, baby finish your lunch, okay?”

“Thank you, mama. You’re the best.” Kissing his forehead, she placed a bowl of cheerio for him on the kitchen island and moved to get her coffee from the counter. She checked the time on her smart watch and shook her head, pouring rest of the coffee in her husband’s travel mug she turned around to holler his name only to found him inches away from her with a smile on his face.

Oh, the way her heart skipped a beat...

Even though his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes, things between them were not exactly great lately, but still her heart yearned for him, for what they used to have.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Steve leaned in and kissed her cheek. He didn’t stay to hear her return his greeting. Dressed in khaki pants and light blue shirt, freshly showered hair and clean-shaven face, Steve looked simply gorgeous. Her heart sank as the unwarranted thoughts made their way in her head again. She saw him eating breakfast with Liam, chatting and laughing with their son and suddenly, she felt like she wasn’t needed there.

Blip wasn’t her fault. She tried her best to prevent it, but it still happened, and she missed five years of Liam’s life, this wasn’t just it... she lost her two best friends, Nat and Tony were more than a family to her. But Steve, she thought she was losing him, slowly, day by day, he was slipping away from her. She couldn’t remember the last time they laughed together, was it before Thanos?

Blinking back the tears she made her way upstairs to their ensuite bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she silently sobbed, c’mon Y/n pull yourself together... you were a fucking avenger... get it together...

She kept repeating under her breath, unknowing that Steve saw her running up the stairs and his heart urged him to go after her, but he didn’t. In navy blue silk robe that stopped just an inch above her knee, hair tied in a simple bun, she held the power on all his senses. It took everything in him not to bonk her on that kitchen counter. Gosh, she was his... his best friend, his partner, his wife, his one true love… his all. She possessed his whole world, yet he couldn’t have her the way he wanted. He didn’t even get a chance to tell her how elated he was to have her back in his life. He couldn’t have survived those five agonizing years if Liam James Rogers hadn’t been there. He lived for their son. He had spent every minute of those five infernal years thinking about her, missing her. Liam was just like his mother, her eyes, her hair, her nose and her smile...

“Dad... dad, are you listening?” Liam shook Steve’s hand, pulling him back to the present.

“Yes bubba, did you tell Mrs. Miller that you don’t have a pet?”

“Yes...” Liam pouted, “why can’t we have a pet. All my friends have pets.”

“Morgan does not.”

“She’s getting one.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, I’ll talk to mama... but no promises LJ, only if mama agrees. Also, “He whispered, “if you wana take a round of your cycle before we go to school....”

“Yesss dad, yes yes yes...” Liam joyfully screamed and ran towards the porch.

“Careful LJ, just five minutes buddy.” Steve hollered behind him.

Sighing deeply, he slowly ascended towards their bedroom to check on Y/n and found her standing by the wall sized glass window.

“Watcha doin’ here?” He tried to sound normal, but his voice gave away his concern.

“Oh, just takin’ in the view.” She pointed towards the calmness of the lake surrounded by the huge trees; leaves had started to change color. The mid October air was crisp sending a shiver down her spine. Steve came closer to her, rubbing his hands on her arms he placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, breathing in her scent, he kissed the same spot over and over. He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. Gently, he turned her around to face him, cupping her cheeks, he leaned in to capture her lips in his own. It was supposed to be a soft and quick kiss but when she pulled him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, he tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. She moaned in his mouth, tasting the muffin and strawberry jam, he had for breakfast, his hands roaming, feeling the softness of her frame. He groaned when she started to walk them towards the bed, squeezing her butt he pulled back placing his head on her forehead.

“Y/n...” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Yeah...” she placed an open mouth kiss on his neck just below the ear, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“Sweetheart... please.” Steve barely whispered, his hand rubbing the globe of her clothed ass.

The absolute need for each other was evident in the kiss they shared moments ago and the sensation that came crashing through their veins was almost invincible.

“LJ has a play date with Morgan after school...” she whispered in his ear, “... I’ll ask Happy to drop him off...” she pulled back little only to see his cerulean eyes already on her, biting her lip she continued, “I’ll make your favorite dinner, just you and me... come home early?” She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something, anything, but all she saw was a distant look in his eyes as if he was thinking of ways to decline her offer politely. She immediately stepped back, out of his embrace, Steve felt the sudden shift, before he could speak Y/n beat him to it.

“... of course, if you’re not busy or... whatever. I understand you have a schedule and...” she walked past him, “... never mind. Just let me know when you’re available.” She didn’t want to sound harsh, but it came out anyway and Steve picked up on that, he spun around on his heels following her to the staircase, taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

“I’ll be home early tonight.” He gave her a smile, “I just wasn’t expecting that you’d ask. It’s been a while since we... you know sit down and have dinner, just the two of us. I was a little taken aback.”

Y/n returned his smile, she wanted to say that was because you were so distant, that you never had time for me – she wanted to say so much but all that came out was, “I’ll be waiting.” That was all she could say before Liam James came in with a scraped knee. After getting comforted by a hug from his mama and putting a Mickey Mouse band aid on his knee, Steve led them out of the house for school not before kissing her on the lips again.

Closing the door behind her, she sighed deeply as her left hand involuntarily moved to touch her slightly swollen lips now, rather than being gleeful she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in her stomach. Her mind drifted to the day when Steve and her invited Bucky and Sam over for lunch, it was when Sam finally accepted the shield and the title of Captain America, and they decided to have a small get-together at their house. Clint with his family, Wanda, Pepper with Morgan and Happy, Rhodey and Bruce Banner – everyone was there to celebrate Sam. Y/n even made sure to invite Sam’s sister Sarah and her two boys. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon; she was elated to have them all over. The void left by the sacrifice Nat and Tony had made was irreplaceable. It took her six months after the final battle to finally make peace with the loss of her two best friends. And the party gave her a reason to gather everyone and appreciate what was left of the team.

She still couldn’t determine what exactly set Steve off during that party because for two days he kept to himself, fully ignoring her presence and when he did talk to her it was bare minimum. It was her trying to get him to say something, but Steve was way deep in his head. She stopped pushing him after some days, his laconic demeanor made her perceive that he might be missing his old life because Steve had told her after they reversed the snap that he saw Peggy when they time travelled to get the stones. He didn’t go into detail, nor did she ask, the pain of losing Nat and Tony in a short span of time was weighing her down but what Steve didn’t know was that telling her about Peggy had opened a whole can of insecurities in her.

Y/n grew up admiring Peggy Carter. She’d always looked up to her and it was one of the many things about her that made Steve open to her. Until Ultron happened, that was when she silently started resenting Peggy Carter. When Wanda got into her head disclosing the fear that Steve would go back to Peggy. She saw them dancing, called for his name and saw a strange look in his eyes for her… it left her completely torn apart, she couldn’t endure the uncouthness in Steve’s eyes and, with fear came the awareness that she couldn’t see herself without Steve. oh, how utterly and irrevocably in love with Steve she was.

With an aching heart, she started prepping for the dinner tonight, taking out the ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator she struggled to bring a semblance of joy into cooking.

~*~

Steve was a mess. In the entirety of his life, he had never been this scared as he was now. The fear of losing Y/n to his best friend – Bucky Barnes, who was more like a brother to him. It all began at the party – that damned party, he had been cursing the time he had concurred to it cause the moment he saw Y/n laughing out loud at something Bucky had said in her ear, he regretted his decision. He didn’t know what took over him – perhaps jealousy, or no he couldn’t be jealous of his best friend, so was it his possessiveness? Yeah, he was possessive of the things he loved, and it was his wife, the love of his life. He had spent five years without her, it was only fair to label the knot in his stomach as acquisitiveness. But it didn’t go away. He put out all the stops to not feel it but as if every time he closed his eyes the scene would flash in slow motion leaving him gasp for air.

Steve knew that he was shutting Y/n out, he knew that he was fracturing one of the touchstones in their relationship by not communicating with her about what had been pestering him. He couldn’t just tell her that he didn’t like it, that he felt like a sixteen-year-old frail, skinny and sickly Steve who couldn’t get the girls, he couldn’t tell her that he was scared that he might lose her again. And she was the only one he couldn’t bow out on. She was the air he breathed. He had told her nth times during their relationship that she was the love of his life, but he couldn’t tell her that in last three weeks when she was in dire need of hearing those sweet words from him.

When Liam started Junior Kindergarten, Steve also began volunteering at his school during lunch hours and one of those days during pickup time he was offered a part time job offer as an art teacher for grade 4 and 5. He was reluctant to accept initially but Natasha pushed him to get a life and do something he used to enjoy. After the battle when everyone came back from the snap, he wanted to quit but when he saw the happiness in Y/n’s eyes upon knowing that he’d been working as an art teacher at their son’s school she told him she couldn’t be prouder of him.

“Dad… would you to talk to mama about having a pet?” Liam shook his forearm gently retreating him back.

“y-yeah! Mama’s called Uncle Happy to pick you up after school. I’ve something to work on… is that okay bubba... and I will talk to your mother, don’t worry about it.” He smiled at his son.

“Ahuh.”

Steve chuckled, grabbing their bags from the back seat, he walked towards the kinder pen with Liam’s hand in his. It’s going to be okay he kept repeating under his breath.

~*~

“Holy shit! Steeeve!” Y/n exclaimed with his mouth full of cheesecake that melted in her mouth. Five months into dating, Steve had brought her down to Brooklyn bridge for their date and they were cozied up in a corner booth of a small diner.

“… this is delicious.” She took another bite of her cheesecake.

“I’m glad you like it.” Steve smiled, looking down at her adoringly. She was licking the spoon.

“I’ve never had a cheesecake this piquant in my entire life. I loved it….” She leaned into him more, resting her head on his chest, his arm came to wrap around her.

“Would you ask them to pack another one for take away as well.”

Steve laughed, kissing her on the forehead, “I already did.”

“What? How’d you know that I’d say it?” She slightly moved to look up at him and gently traced the contours of his face with her thumb.

“Well…” he just shrugged with a smile that made her propped up a bit and placed a kiss on his neck just below his ear. An involuntary growl escaped his lips catching both off guard. Steve’s face reddened, making her smirk grow wider. Avoiding a playful glint in her eyes, he dropped his gaze to his lap and sighed.

“Steve, hey, look at me.” She softly lifted his face towards her and placed her lips onto his pecking him softly. He returned the gesture immediately.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” her soft eyes looking deeply into his blue orbs, “…at least now I know what to do, you know.” She chuckled lightly, trying to ease him up. Intertwining their fingers, she smiled, adoration for him was crystal clear in her eyes and Steve realized that there was no point in holding back. He’d been feeling way too deeply for her for quite some time but seeing into her beautiful eyes, shining with affection for him, he wanted to open to her.

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/n.”

She was as shocked as he was after blurting out his feelings.

“Say something, please.” He whispered after staring into each other’s eyes for longer than they should have.

“What? Why?” her breath hitched, and she tried to create some distance between them.

“I didn’t mean to scare you… it’s just…” He looked into her eyes again, they were expectant, “… you’re my best friend, Y/n, I don’t have a reason enough to give you as to why I feel what I feel for you. It’s just… my heart fills with happiness when I’m with you, you make me happy.” Steve’s eyes were starting to get moist and so was hers.

“…you give me purpose to be just Steve, not a hero, not an avenger, I’m just me when I’m with you.”

“Steve…” she closed her eyes and in the same moment he pressed his lips on her forehead.

“You don’t have to say anything… It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, and it is also okay if you don’t say it back.” He smiled with teary eyes, “with you, I feel like a twenty-seven-year-old guy who wanted a life, stability, home… a family of his own. This job, and the weight of this title I’ve been carrying around, wouldn’t let me drown in the darkness when you’re with me, Y/n. You’re my daylight!”

He tucked a strand behind her ear, caressing her cheek gently, his smile not leaving his face as if he knew what was going on in her mind. He knew her all too well. Her lips slightly parted, eyes holding disbelief and mind processing his confession – she was breathtakingly gorgeous to him. He knew it was not easy for her to assert her emotions; she had told him before they started dating that falling in love and losing that person was the only thing that scared her the most.

Nick Fury took her under his wing when her parents, also SHIELD agents, were murdered by Hydra. She was only seventeen and had nowhere to go. Her parents left her a hefty amount of money but somehow Tony had influenced her to continue her education at MIT, she was a genius just like her mother. Natasha and Clint became her family, they’d treat her like a younger sibling. Passing their skills on her, she was recruited to Shield at the age of nineteen and She didn’t look back after that, she dealt with her grief by making it her only purpose to avenge the murder of her parents until she met Steve.

She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, they’d finish each other’s sentences. Steve was the first one to make the move, he asked her for something more than a friendship – a relationship. He came clean with what he’d been feeling for her. He told her that he wanted her to be more than a friend, almost freaking her out but the moment he held her hands in his and asked her to trust him and she did. There was something in his cerulean eyes that resolved her stance, and she finally allowed herself to feel all the emotions that had been there in her heart. To her surprise, a flood of all the raw emotions came crashing into her veins and left her speechless. Taking a step forward, she latched her lips onto his in a mind-blowing kiss. Their first kiss.

And snuggled in the corner booth of this small diner in Brooklyn, she was stunned and speechless, no witty or sarcastic response came to her. Heck, she didn’t even know if it was love that she’d been feeling for him. Her heart raced as it dawned on her that this man lounging before the very eyes of her possessed her whole world. Now, she couldn’t envisage herself without him, so she did exactly what she thought was uncomplicated, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. She’d never been good with words, so she poured all her feelings into the kiss. She let him know that she belonged to him and only him.

~*~

Y/n smiled to herself as she set the dining table for the two of them with Steve’s favorite dishes she’d made. Giving one final look to the exquisite spread out, she glanced at her watch and slowly made her way to the ensuite bathroom. After a quick shower she came out in a bath robe and foraged through their closet. She was looking for something comfortable yet alluring but at the same time she wanted to try to look desirable to Steve. It had been almost a month since they’d had sex, the longest they’d gone in normal circumstances. Ever since they’d had sex for the first time, they’d been insatiable for each other. There was a hitch during Steve’s nomad days, at the same time she was pregnant with Liam James, but they still managed to get their way with each other. As she skimmed through her side of the closet, a burgundy cardigan caught her eye, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

Steve had found her lying on the window alcove in her bedroom. Her eyes were fixed on the screen of her iPad, but a smile appeared on her pretty lips when she heard him coming in.

“There you are.” Steve walked over with a smile and plopped down close to her, placing her feet in his lap. “G’morning, sweetheart!” Steve leaned in pecking her lips softly.

“Mhm… morning Stevie.” She chuckled at his playful frown over his nick name given by her. “How was the run?” she asked with her eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Same…” Steve said, knowing full well that it’d get her attention. She looked up from the screen to see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Putting away the iPad she launched herself at him, giggling all the while.

“Knew what? I don’t know what you’re taking about.” He asked with faux innocence, as he stretched his arm out to get her accommodated in his side.

“Yeah right! You love getting my attention, Stevie.” She wiggled her eyebrows sprightly.

“That’s because I love you and it’s only fair to have you all for me on quiet day like this.” Honesty in his voice melted her heart and she snuggled into him more as if there was any space left between them. It had only been a couple of days Steve had laid his feelings bare for her and ever since then he had never missed a moment to avow his love for her.

“So, what’s your plan for today? Obviously other than cracking codes…”

A loud gasp escaped her lips in mocked horror as she elbowed him in the ribs, “That’s accusation! I wasn’t doing such a thing.”

He chuckled, “I believe you.” a hint of mirth evident in his voice. She slightly pushed him and got up, but Steve gently pulled her down on his lap, caging her in his arms.

“What’s on your mind, Rogers?” She raised an eyebrow, cheerily.

“You!” He pulled her closer on his lap, so now her core was on his groin. “You’re always on my mind, sweetheart.” Huskiness in his voice sent a chill down her body as her cheeks turned red. Cupping his cheeks softly, she leaned in but just as he closed his eyes and covered the small distance between them, she moved to kiss him on the neck below his ear. Steve groaned and she burst into giggles, “You’re a tease, I see.” Steve chuckled.

“Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?” She shrugged playfully. Squeezing her hips, Steve nipped at the skin of her neck making her squeal. It was his turn to laugh at her now pouted lips. She shifted on his lap connecting their lips in a kiss, but before he could deepen it, she pulled away with a smile.

“That’s what I had in mind.” Steve placed his forehead on hers with a smile that matched hers.

“So, you wana spend the day making out on the window bench…” She moved to place kisses along his jaw and neck, tilting his head he gave her access as she nipped and grazed the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving dark pink marks. Steve felt himself hardening beneath her, he was definitely turned on by her sweet assault but when was he not. The smallest of things she’d do in her day-to-day life turned him on, made him feel like a horny teenager.

“I’d prefer bed, but if you’re comfy in my lap….” She pinched him in the arm making him laugh harder. She jumped off his lap shaking her head at him and walked towards her closet, Steve hot on his heels, held her hand in his and turned her around to face him and connecting their lips the instant she was face to face with him. Deepening the kiss, he scooped her up and walked towards the bed, laying her down gently on the bed, he hovered above her. With the kiss growing more heated, her hand traveled down his back pulling the hem of his white t-shirt, Steve broke the kiss to take the shirt off. Both breathing heavily, as her hands gently roamed the length of his back, the warm and soft skin of her palms made him shudder under her touch. He put his forehead on hers, still panting slightly.

“I love you…” He whispered, ever so softly.

“I want you, Steve…” She looked up at him, clearly surprised at her own boldness. “… I-If only you want it too, obviously.” The nervousness in her voice and the look on her face made him kiss her one more time before he got off her and off the bed and almost jogged towards the door and locked it from inside. She laughed, looking at him amusingly, her eyes raking over, appreciating the muscles and contours of her shirtless boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him without shirt, in almost six months of dating they had made out on the couch, on the bed, on the kitchen counter in tower’s kitchen. He had seen her in just her bra, he had kissed and nibbled the skin of her neck and just above her breast leaving the purple marks she had carried so proudly, making sure to subtly flaunt the hickies he gave her whenever and wherever she could.

“You know, its rude to stare.” He smirked as he flopped down by her on the bed, his hand resting on her stomach as he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“You know, you could’ve asked JARVIS to lock the door.” She teased him.

“Oh!” Steve smiled bashfully, as his hands moved to lightly touch her sides. Oh, he knew that spot would do.

“Steeeve…” she broke into a fit of laughter as he began tickling her softly. In simple leggings and ruffled knit burgundy cardigan, she was stunning, and Steve was having a hard time keeping his hands off her. She laughed and squirmed beneath his touch, placing her hands on his naked chest and lightly pushed him. He stopped immediately and looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and pupil semi dilated, “I want you too, Y/n… been wanting you for quite a while now.” He whispered, lips brushing the crown, her hair pushed back by his long fingers and tucked gently behind her ears. Heat rose to her face as she placed a palm on his cheek, and he moved closer to her, his chest aching with affection.

She studied his eyes, she was always so taken by the blue in his eyes, touched with a little green, if only she knew he was just as taken by all the minor details of her.

“Why didn’t you say it before?” She traced the corner of his lips with her thumb.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I couldn’t bring my wants before yours, sweetheart.” He smiled, “I wanted you to want me, just as much as I’ve wanted you.”

“Steve…” she mumbled, her eyes moist with the affection and warmth she was feeling in that very moment for him.

“I know, sweetheart, you don’t have to say it, I know.” He connected their lips in a kiss that was just like thunder before a storm. Slow and sultry. Steve moved to hover above her, the kiss crackled like lightning now. Urgent. Consuming. Her soft hands were like fire on his skin, his lips charged on her neck, shoulders and chest. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, and he answered by pressing his need against her tongue and between her thighs. He yanked the hem of her cardigan instead of unbuttoning it, she chuckled at his eagerness and pulled the cardigan over her head. Steve swallowed as he touched her, his big warm hands skating across her skin bringing goosebumps in their wake. She slid her arms around his neck, stared into his eyes and smiled.

“Move your hands up, Steve.”

One eyebrow raising, he did as he was asked, when she nodded for him to keep going. Her cheeks turned crimson when his fingers came to rest at the clasp of her bra, he chuckled quietly, taking hold of the straps and gently yanked it off. Steve let out a long exhale as he stared at her, her eyes slid closed as he moved closer, and a breath caught in her throat.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her ensuring that she was okay. She smiled, lifting her chin and pressed a kiss on his lips. Steve kissed her back eagerly as he let his palm cup her breast. Her hand reached down to undo his belt and then unbutton his jeans. Steve broke the kiss and moved to rest his forehead against hers as he watched her pulling the zipper down.

With a shaky exhale, he connected their lips again and slid his fingers under the waistband of her leggings, he knelt, and she sucked in a breath as he slowly pulled her leggings down, standing up only to push his jeans off, he stepped out of them. He dipped down to press his lips against the center of her chest as she felt him kiss his way down her body. She trembled when she felt his fingers slide under the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips to help him take them off.

“Sweetheart… breathe.”

She didn’t know she was holding her breath. She nodded, taking Steve’s hand in hers and lacing their fingers.

“Steve, please.” She whispered, kept a tight hold of his hand, a shocked gasp left her when his tongue slipped through her folds, he did it again only for her to whimper. Lifting her one leg to rest on his shoulder, his perfect nose nudging her clit as he continued his ministrations with his tongue. It was all new for him, he hadn’t done it before but her whispered oh my god was encouraging him to do his best. She tugged her hand in his hair, a soft growl rumbled in his chest, his hand moved to gently grasp her breast.

Oh, he loved fondling her breasts.

“Steve.” She moaned, oh that beautiful sound of hers, a gasp escaped her lips when she felt his tongue in her heat. Her hand tightened in his hair and Steve increased his efforts. She groaned loudly when Steve gently pushed one finger into her, and his fingertip brushed across the spot that made her feel every muscle in her body tighten and bliss filled her veins. Steve closed his eyes as her breathy chants of his name warmed his heart and when the euphoric wave of pleasure jolted her body, he gently moved to hover over her again.

Her eyes wide as she stared into his, and all he could see was love. She loved him, she hadn’t said anything yet, but he knew she did.

“You’re so good, you made me feel so good.”

Steve’s eyes widened, eyebrows raising and she felt her cheeks burning when she realized what had come out of her mouth. They both laughed as she took a hold of his face, bringing it down to connect their lips. Steve settled his body on top of hers and she moaned into his mouth, letting her hands travel down his neck, his shoulders and to his waist. She moved her hips, chuckling when Steve groaned.

Breaking the kiss, Steve nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, reveling in her warmth as his hips rubbed against hers. She gasped and he opened his eyes to see her grinning.

“You’re making me wait, Steve.”

“My apologies, ma’am.” His smile matched hers as he sat up to take off his boxers. He kneeled between her legs and caught her eye. She nodded with a shy smile, and he hovered over her, again, her arms wove around him as they kissed, she dug her nails as he started to push inside her. She moaned when he pushed in deeper, his groan mixed with hers when he bottomed out. She broke from the kiss just to breathe; he was pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and forehead until she nodded. He groaned loudly when she clenched around him, shaking his head he hissed softly, “Y/n…”

“Move, Steve! move… you’re torturing me.”

“Eager much, eh!” He laughed and started moving slowly. Her moan radiating through him, “I love you, Y/n. God, I love you so much.” He groaned again as her hips worked to meet his.

“You’re perfect, sweetheart.”

“I love you.”

��I adore you.”

Tears came to her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to kiss him. Steve increased his thrusts and her orgasm taken her by surprise as much as the first one. Steve groaned as she clenched around him so tightly, he could barely move, as he buried his face in her neck, she came undone breathing his name. A deep moan rumbled up from his chest, his hips stilling as he finished himself inside her.

After a minute or two of rest, Steve shifted slightly, his length no longer hard but still buried inside her.

“Sweetheart?”

No answer.

“You with me, Y/n?”

Still no answer.

Steve pushed himself up on his elbow to check on her, only to see her with tearful eyes. Panic surged into his body as he tried to get up, but she wrapped her legs around him, not letting him move.

“You, okay? Y/n? hey, talk to me, sweetheart. A-are you hurt? Did I hurt you? was it too mu – “

“Stevie, stop!” She scolded him, tugging at his blonde locks gently. “I – I’m… I’m so happy and I’ve never been this happy in the last ten years and it’s because of you. You make me happy, Steve.” her voice wavered, Steve leaned down to kiss on her forehead and let her continue, “… and its not because we’ve just had sex… you’ve always made me feel so full of life, and… I don’t know what I’m trying to say here but you’re so precious to me.”

“Hey, I get what you’re sayin’, I’m here with you, I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I love you and I know you love me too,” he grinned, “I know you won’t say it and I won’t push you either but FYI,” he raised one eyebrow, “I’ve known it for quite some time now.”

She pushed him as if he would budge, and that made Steve laugh out loud, she scowled at him, and he leaned down to capture her lips in his. His hands sliding up and down the side of her body, cupping her breasts as he shifted again, she gasped in his mouth when she felt him hardening inside her, her hand slid down to cup his glorious ass as she gave it a gentle squeeze making him moan in return.

The morning stretched into afternoon, and so was their lovemaking, until Tony sent a search party for them since JARVIS was unable to provide the whereabouts of the love birds. Their blissful cocoon was interrupted by the loud banging on her bedroom door and a warning from Nat to get their asses out of the bed and get to the meeting that was supposed to begin four hours ago before Tony would use one of his Repulsor to bust their door open.

Y/n saw the reflection of her in the mirror and smiled softly. She had put on the same burgundy cardigan with black leggings, her hair in beautiful loose curls, she applied mascara on her lashes and lip gloss on her lips all while humming her favorite song. Her simple casual outfit held the most cherishing memory of their first time having sex together, that day she felt completely healed, he made her whole, made her see a future she always wanted but didn’t know she could have it. Steve kept all the promises he made while loving on her that day, he made all her dreams of living a simple life come true, together they built a life outside of the avenging world, they made this house their home, got married, had a kid; well LJ was a little surprise for both.

She glanced at the clock and made her way downstairs into the kitchen. It was quarter to four and Steve would be there any minute. She poured wine into the glasses and took a seat on of the chairs.

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Steve’s thoughts were a whirlwind – guilt, fear, confusion. He couldn’t focus on anything long enough to make sense of it. Everything felt too big, too much and his mind kept spiraling further out of control.

Why did she plan a dinner for just the two of them?

Did she have to say something?

What if she’d ask for a divorce?

Every time she smiled at him, that familiar warmth in her eyes, a wave of guilt hit him. He wanted to reach out, to tell her everything, but how could he? How could he burden her with the weight of his own mess when she’d done nothing but love him?

His temples throbbed with a dull ache, his neck stiff from the tension that had been building for hours. His stomach churned, not from hunger, but from gnawing anxiety that wouldn’t let go. Every time he tried to focus on the good, positive, his thoughts fractured into more questions, more doubts, until the weight of them seemed to crush him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he missed the exit on the highway that would have taken him to her, his home.

He drove further into the city, his eyes darted from the chaos outside. The streets of New York were alive, a pulse that vibrated through the steel and concrete like an electrical current. The car jerked forward, then slowed to a crawl, wedged between two delivery trucks. A taxi honked impatiently behind him, but he couldn’t move—there was nowhere to go. Pedestrians darted between vehicles, their feet tapping on the pavement like a staccato beat to the city’s rhythm. Every turn seemed blocked by a sea of cars, their drivers all fighting for a sliver of space in the concrete jungle. He could feel the pulse of the city in every inch of the traffic, the pressure building as the seconds ticked by.

She twisted the ring on her finger again, the movement mindless but comforting. Over and over, her fingers ran over the smooth metal, grounding her in the chaos of her thoughts. She knew she should face him, talk to him, but the thought of saying the words out loud terrified her. So, she stayed silent, focusing on the small, circular motions instead. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall seemed louder than usual, each second an unbearable reminder of how much time he was wasting.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fic #smutty september fest 2024 #indulge with chuckles #SMUT-BER Fest #captain america #steve rogers fanfiction

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seventeenlovesthree · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday, @jamesthedigidestined!!!

It may not be the most detailed piece - and I haven't drawn these dorks before -, but it definitely felt like the purrfect opportunity to gift them to you, being all soft and sweet, giving each other gentle forehead bonks. There's a sense of closeness and familiarity between them, a developing dynamic - one that I know you appreciate a lot and that is very dear to both of us. With that, I want to wish you the most wonderful day, including lots of yummy food, nice presents - and being surrounded by people who love you. You deserve it, silly one. 🧡🧡🧡

#jamesthedigidestined #marichat #my doodles #fanart #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #cat noir

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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 2 years ago

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/rp

Dream comes home after fighting the slime clone army and Punz gives him tickles and kisses

Dream pushes Punz away and laughs, trying to limp to the plush chair in the corner of their base, Punz follows after him, lightly brushing a spot above his ribs that sends Dream into a wheezing fit.

"Punz, what the hell- stop that," He giggles and attempts to sit, but Punz is quicker, stepping in front of him and unbuckling his armor for him. It's well practiced, and only when Dream is free do they turn away and let Dream sit, placing the armor on a stand with only slightly less neatness than they usually would. Instantly they're back at Dream's side and attempting to squish themselves into the chair with him. They settle half on top of his form, slinging a leg around his own.

"So. How are you feeling?"

"Mm. Good. It's all been taken care of." Dream hums, and Punz grins wryly.

"Really now?"

"Yes?" Dream furrows his brow as he turns to look at Punz. "Unless Purpled decides he wants another trip to McPuffys, there's nothing that requires, like, immeadite attention."

But Punz is shaking in silent laughter as he leans forward. He bonks their foreheads together. "And yet you still haven't given me my payment; I've come to collect, Dream."

Dream's mouth parts in a silent 'o.' A soft flush spreads over his freckled cheeks, and Punz can't help but kiss it once. Twice. Three times. Switching cheeks. Dream giggles and nudges him. "The payment is only one kiss, you idiot."

"I'm collecting my bonus," Punz fires back, pressing his lips against each closed eyelid before nipping Dream's nose. "Plus a little extra. I think I deserve a raise, anyway."

"Well-" Dream hedges, before biting back a snort at the feeling of mischievous fingers brushing a weak spot at his side. "Maybe a little one. You've worked really hard, and you services have been appreciated."

"I'm glad." Punz murmurs as he finally takes Dream's mouth.

#my writing #drunz #i got this right as my fucking post limit was reached fhrjekdfj #anyway. themmmm

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years ago

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mayhaps we get some fluff for the red bandit au?? a soft morning with tango and jimmy, maybe?

sleepy mornings

summary:

Awareness trickles in slowly, easing in with a gentle warmth and a slightly golden hue to it as he cracks his eyes open. The curtains haven't been pulled all the way shut, a small sliver of space allowing golden sunlight to spill into the bedroom.

or, a sleepy morning with jimmy and tango

(AO3 Link)

(Masterpost)

(585 words)

friendly reminder that reblogs are always appreciated!

He can hear Tango breathing, soft, slow breaths that echoes in the silence of the room. It’s a comfortable silence, and he pulls Tango a little closer to his chest, ignoring the way his arm fizzles with pins and needles, threatening to hurt when Tango does eventually move.

He adjusts slightly, angling his head so his horns don't catch on the pillow. Tango’s breaths deepen slightly for a moment, rushing out across his neck as he shifts in his sleep. He has a leg thrown over his side, wrapping the two of them in an embrace that would probably take him an hour to escape if he was trying not to wake Tango.

He really should get up.

“You're thinking too loud.” Tango cracks an eye open, glowing a bright red in the sunlight, and his voice is a little rough from sleep. He doesn't sound particularly annoyed though, and he breaks into a small smile when Jimmy smiles down at him, squeezing him a little closer.

“I need to get up.” He says, “I've got stuff to do.”

“You mean paperwork you're going to ignore for the next three hours in favour of distracting me from paperwork I have to do?” Tango snorts, “Not a chance.”

“The creepers don't take that much paperwork.” He tries, “You can get it done in half the time you normally do.” Tango closes his eyes again, leaning down until his forehead gently bonks against Jimmy’s sternum. He lets out a sigh as he settles again.

“And I don't. Because someone is always intent on distracting me.” Tango repeats. “And right now I'm getting my revenge by holding you hostage.”

“I'm a hostage?” He looks around, feeling more than hearing Tango muffle a laugh into his chest. “Pretty nice conditions here, nice bed, nice decorations, nice person that’s clinging to me like a limpet. Whatever am I being held for, my friend?”

“Your warmth.” Tango pauses. “And don't call me your friend, that’s weird.”

“Why’s that weird?” He frowns.

“Pretty sure friends don't kiss each other, at least not in the way we do. Or sleep in the same bed and end up like this every morning.” Tango tries to make a gesture of some kind, but his hands get caught on the bedsheets and he gives up.

“I suppose not.”

“Thanks.” Tango’s voice is dry. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

“I still need to get up.”

“Not when you're acting as my personal space heater you don't.” Tango clings a little tighter, hand balling in the back of his shirt as he presses his face into Jimmy’s neck.

“You're a netherborn, shouldn't you be generating your own heat?”

“I depend on the Nether to stay hot, I don't regulate my own body temperature.” Tango sighs, “We’ve been over this before, sunflower.”

“And we’re gonna go over it every time I want to get up.”

Tango groans, “Five more minutes.” He wheedles, “Please.”

He sighs, already knowing he’s not going to be escaping Tango for another hour, at the very least. Tango snuggles closer, a faint purr rumbling from his chest as the grip on his shirt eases a little. Yeah, he can deal with another hour of this. More than happily.

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fundy-simp · 4 years ago

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Fundy/GN!Reader - When You’re Ready [1797 words]

Spicy with some fluff! You and Fundy get a little heated and he suggests a game of chicken to help you feel more comfortable. Which if I’m honest this was just me accidentally writing a healthy use of safe words where the safe word is chicken, which is way too funny to me.

this is spicy, not full nsfw but definitely suggestive and T rated! if you find that uncomfortable in anyway please, I strongly suggest you just scroll past :) if you press read more its no longer my fault that you saw it these wont be common but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Fundy held you close while you both slowly danced around his room, it was silly but exactly what you expected from him. His neck was craned down so his face rested in the crook of your neck. It was getting late, the night calling for the end of your date but the grip he had on your hips told you he didn't want you to leave and you definitely weren't going to argue. It was odd, the dance started innocent, mostly an excuse to hold each other close but then something changed.

You couldn't tell if you were just looking too much into it, or if you were the one making it more heated than it was. But you couldn't stop your mind from realizing how warm his breath felt on your neck, or how one of his hands rested on your lower back now instead of your hip. It made your ears burn, you breath caught in your throat when you swore you could feel Fundy's lips lightly graze your neck. The slight touch brought a shiver to your spine that you know he felt.

Letting out a low chuckle, Fundy kissed your neck that time, his lips were soft against your skin but the contact felt like an electric shock. Instinctively you pushed him away, face bright red and breathing slightly heavy. He just went with the push, pulling his hands away from you and clearly in your line of sight, "Too far?" he asked quietly, you could see the slightest tremble in his hands.

You shook your head, much harder than you meant to, making yourself slightly dizzy, "I- No! No no no! It's not that! I just- I. Give me a moment, please." you struggled to find words while he looked at you with soft eyes, his face was flushed with a soft smile on his lips. After a few deep breaths you started to speak again, "It's not that I don't want to, its just. I... I'm scared?" you stuttered out, you frankly weren't good with kind of stuff at all.

Nodding, he carefully reached for your hands, holding one in each hand as he gave you a concerned look "Scared of what?" he asked, rubbing on the back of one of your hands with his thumb.

You shrug, "I-I don't know how to explain it...?" you started, you felt so dumb for having such a weird relationship with these kind of situations, "I'm. I'm just scared I'm gonna freeze up and not say something when it gets too far..." you say quietly before laughing meekly, "God that sounds so stupid when I say it out loud." you say basically shrinking into yourself with every word.

Fundy didn't allow that though, softly and carefully he pulled you into a hug, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, love." he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want to though! Fundy I. I trust you so much, I just don't want to... Get your hopes up, I guess?" you say, being muffled by his shirt as you shoved your face into it.

He let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, anything we do will be enough till you're ready." his voice was soft and so full of love it made your heart melt. "Here, actually! I have an idea, how about a game of chicken?" he asked, pulling away from you enough to look at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the idea, but it honestly felt like the perfect idea. "Sounds perfect actually." you reply softly.

He smiled, his sparkling with a hint of pride before he spoke, "Okay it'll be simple, at the start of every new action I'll look to you. If you nod I'll continue, if you shake your head I'll stop that action, and if you say chicken we stop everything entirely. Sound good?" he asked.

You nodded while he led you to his bed and had you sit down. Softly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, waiting before moving to deepening it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, a silent question that you immediately complied too. The kiss started slow at first, both from inexperience and hesitation before Fundy softly pushed you down to lay on the bed.

Quickly you two had to part, both breathing heavily while he moved pulling your legs up and around his hips. Both of your faces were flushed a deep red as he leaned down and connected your lips in a feverish and desperate kiss. His teeth bonking lightly on yours making you both giggle a little before continuing. While that happened he carefully brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you, he looked at you with lidded eyes as his cold fingers grazed the bare skin of your hips.

Suppressing a shiver you nodded and slowly he pulled your shirt off, sitting back and appreciating your body for a moment. You brought one of your arms up to your face, trying and mostly failing to hide your embarrassment. Softly he started to graze his hands over your torso, "God. Y/n you're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself, "everything about you is perfect." he bent down, placing a soft kiss on your neck waiting a few seconds for your response. You nodded, you felt like you'd melt under every touch he made.

Quickly he started to place more kisses, slowly they got more aggressive. When he started to place hickeys on your neck you moved your arms to his shoulders and pushed him up. Like before he went with the push, you looked at him for a second before shaking your head. Even though they felt like heaven you did not want to have to explain hickeys to anyone.

Fundy's eyes soften as he nods, "Of course, kit." he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving to your jaw. He placed several kisses, lightly nibbling at the skin even, making you gasp before moving to your neck again, this time kissing the other side from last time. Slowly he started to grind his hips on yours, sitting up for your reaction, eagerly you nodded as you motioned for him to lean back down.

Happily he complied and as he leaned down to place kisses on your chest, one hand rested on your hip while the other rested by your head, carefully supporting his body weight. You ran your hand through his hair lightly tugging on it, making his hips jerk as he let out a stifled moan. "Fu-fuck, y/n-" he grunted, focusing more on his hip movements now than kissing you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. One hand still in his hair, you took this chance to return the neck kisses. They were mostly innocent, but when you nibbled on the crook of his neck you felt his hips jerk again a gasp escaping his lips, "Y/n, bite me." he said, his voice was low and breathy as he struggled to keep his moans in.

Immediately you do so, pulling him a little closer before biting down on his neck, the moan that left his throat was like music to your ears. The hand on your hip tightened, which made a knot grow in your stomach as you softly licked the mark you just made. Feverishly he moved his hand to the hem of your pants, looking up at you with big eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words basically jumped out of you, "Chick-Chicken! I mean- I-" you stuttered out.

Fundy sat up away from you faster than you've ever seen him move, his chest heaving heavily as he spoke, “Shit- Fuck, I-” he stopped for a few seconds, "Are you okay? I didn't do something wrong did I?" he said quickly, you could see the gears turn in head as he tried to figure out where he could have messed up.

"No! No, you didn't! I'm just-" you pulled your hands away from him, hiding your face in them, "I- I'm not ready for, for uh... You know what I'm getting at." you were sure you were going to melt now, both from the heat of Fundy's touches and your own embarrassment.

Smiling, he learned down, slow enough that if you wanted you could stop him but you didn't. He grabbed your wrists and lightly tugged your hands away from your face before softly kissing you, it was sweet and short before he pulled away "Don't worry, I get it. We can stop now if that's what you want."

You took a deep breath, hesitantly nodding, "I'm sorry, I just- I'm not. I'm so sor-" he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively silencing you.

"Babe. It's okay, I promise. My own body is my own problem, as long as you're comfortable I don't care." he insisted as he sat up from you, you gave him a confused look and he just waved a hand at you.

Sitting up you moved and flopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed. You're heart pounded in your ears as you thought about what just happened in the last... actually you're not sure how long that was but you know for sure it'll be in your dreams forever. The feeling of cloth hitting your face knocked you out of your thoughts, when you moved to look at it, you realized Fundy tossed you one of his hoodies.

He flopped into bed next to you as you put it on, his most recent blue merch hoodie, still as soft as the day it came in. "Come here, we're gonna cuddle and sleep." he lightheartedly demanded, his arms open an open invitation.

You crawled into his arms with a light yawn and snuggled into his chest. A light laugh left you when you realized you can feel his hard on, "Seems like you weren't ready to stop." you say, mostly just to tease him.

"Sh-Shut up! Like I said earlier! My body, my problem. Just, go to bed." He huffed, you could basically feel the blush on his face.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest, a smile resting on your lips as you leaned back and placed a kiss on his jawline, “Thank you, love, for everything. It really means a lot.” You said softly, “I love you so much.”

Fundy snuggled into you, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course, I love you too.” he said as he started to run his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slowly started to drift to sleep.

#dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #fundy x reader #spicy #but also #fluff #smut #<- I wouldn't classify it as such but for peoples filtering #there is so much projecting in this im not sorry

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Childe: First Kiss HCs

I tend to make things gender neutral by not putting in pronouns and just using “you” but you can definitely read this as female^^ But I completely agree, I love this boy so much. He’s my favourite character to play (im so sorry razor) until Xiao comes out. I literally have a genshin team named “waiting for xiao” and it’s just Childe and Zhongli haha.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to childes-starconch. Fitting that this is a Childe fic but ty for your support^^ I always notice you pop up as soon as I post a fic and I really enjoy seeing you. Hopefully you read this since tumblr won’t let me tag people, for whatever reason I don’t know anymore, but just saying hey, I see you 💕💕

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I’m just gonna piggy back off my last Childe fic. I’m sorry.

Semi Part 1: Fiance HCs [honestly, one of my favourites haha]

Xiao Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover@youaskedfurret @snowy224

@youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @dandelily @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife @dokidokisama @simpygrimoire @minakohasmanyhusbandos @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess

For some reason I can’t @ certain people. I’m talking to tumblr about it.

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Childe: First Kiss HCs

Childe was never one to shy away from affection, be it holding your hand in his or wrapping an arm around you, he was always happy to be close to you. He was always a bit territorial which lead to some embarrassing situations for you but it was from a good place in his heart. But when it came to public kisses, he preferred to keep it between you two. It felt too private of a moment that he didn’t want to broadcast to the rest of the Fatui, especially to the other Harbingers. That is to say, if he actually kissed you in the first place. For all the two braincells Childe had, one was fighting and the other was protecting his loved ones, just imagining kissing you was too much for him and he needed to go find some poor recruit and beat his inner problems out. The Fatui recruitment process would always dwindled down during his inner turmoil sessions that Scaramouche himself, had to throw his goddamn hat at Tartaglia, and yell at him to hurry up and fix his problem. It was clogging up the air.

When he tried to think about it, it shouldn’t be this hard to simply lean in for a kiss. But it was his first and while Childe might run into whatever danger or prospect of a fight without a second thought, he didn’t want to ruin it. What if he accidently bonked his forehead with yours? He should remove his mask then right? Just in case? He’s only given forehead and cheek kisses to his younger siblings so it should be the same right? Yeah he could do this, this was just another battle for Tartaglia to conquer!

But whenever he would see you or you would both sit and bask in each other’s presences. He couldn’t bring himself to initiate something or heck, even looking at your face made him a bit hot under the collar in sub-zero temperatures. He can almost hear Scaramouche and Signora laughing maniacally at him behind their hands. He’s the youngest of the Harbingers, he should get a “get out of jail for free” card that all youngest children have whenever they get into trouble. But in this case it’s murder. He quickly slaps his cheeks to get his mind off fighting for one second which startles you beside him.

The first time you’ve seen Childe shy was when he first confessed to you, stuttering that he liked you and just really badly wanted to hold your hand without using the frost of Sneznaya as an excuse. You flushed pink but nodded that you returned his feeling and slipped your hand in his. Whatever shyness Childe had was quickly wiped off his face and he cheered and brought you in for an eskimo kiss. Rubbing your nose with his as he laughed in joy, the tips of his ears and cheeks still coloured pink. You always hold that memory dear to your heart because not only was it the start of your relationship, it was the first time you felt you were staring at Ajax. Not Childe. Not Tartaglia. Just Ajax.

But now, you’re not to sure what to call this. Lately he seemed to be out of it, always staring off into space or frowning at some poor poor snowmen that did not deserve that much pressure. Was being a harbinger starting to take it’s toll on him? Did something terrible happen to his family or was the Tsaritsa being too hard on him? You were beginning to get concerned because you’ve never seen this much mental turmoil in him. This never really happened before and he usually bounced back pretty fast. Would it be better if you left him be and he sorted it out himself? Would it be better if you asked?

Childe is startled out of his thoughts of possible committed murder because he’s too scared to ask his own partner if kissing was something they could do, when he felt your hand slowly nudge his. No matter how many times he holds your hand, you’re always warm. It could be snow storming outside and the only heater he would need would be you. He offers a small but warm smile as he laces his fingers with yours. He remembers when you first started going out he was so scared about boundaries and what was okay. Brushing your fingers together and overall, not doing a good job at saying he wanted to hold hands that even he cringes slightly at his younger self - even though it wasn’t that long ago and he’s doing it again just with kisses - but now he borderline clings to you like some overgrown animal. Scaramouche’s words, not his.

It’s still evening in Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa herself seems to be taking a vacation because there’s only a light snow falling down between the two of you. You’re both sitting outside his house while his family is inside, warm and having fun playing games. He breathes in, closes his eyes, and let’s the world fade away just a second. He slowly brings his other hand to cup your cheek, his hands are always numb and the tiny pin pricks are dancing on his fingers again before they fade away too, and guides you towards him so he can place a small kiss on your fore head. Then tilts your face to the side so he can kiss your cheek. Brings his nose near yours to nuzzle against. Then hesitates when his lips hover above yours.

“Ajax is there something bothering you?” you ask softly, you’re so close to each other that all you can see is him. The small puffs of breathe you both take bounce off each other’s face before evaporating into the air. You never really took the time to appreciate Ajax’s bright blue eyes. His pupil from this distance seems to be slitted too.

“Hm? Ah no, of course not. Where did you get that idea?” he tries to laugh it off and tries to move back before you quickly bring your hand to the back of his head and nudge him forward so he stays in place. It wasn’t like him to run away from something, it was really starting to bother you what could get Ajax of all people to retreat from something.

“You know if there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can talk to me right?” you asked as you brought both your hands to cup his face as you softly rubbed circles just under his ear. He closed his eyes and hmmed happily at your actions and nuzzled further into your hand before turning his head inward to kiss your palm. Before relaxing and parting his eyelids half way as he seemed to be back in concentration mode. Before awkwardly saying what was troubling him these past few days.

“So wait, you mean to tell me that this entire time I was worried about you. How out of it you were and how many fights you’ve been getting into. Was because you wanted a kiss?” you asked dumfounded as he pouted but nodded. You sighed but bonked your foreheads together softly, “You’re such an idiot....C’mere.”

“Wha-”

You grab the scarf on his harbinger uniform and tug him forward as your lips slot over his. You kiss him hard and for a few seconds as Ajax just stares at you as his brain tries to catch up, before his eyes seem to dilate and he kisses you back just as hard. All his past worries are quickly thrown out the window as slowly pushes you on your back, cushioned by the soft snow, as he basks in the feeling. It’s a bit sloppy given this is both your first kisses but that’s what adds to the charm. You both have to separate at some point for oxygen but Childe looks like he’s ready to dive in again.

“One more,” he pants as he goes in for another but you quickly place your hand in the way so he ends up kissing your palm. He whines but you chuckle at him, place a small kiss on the back of your palm of where his lips would be, and push him off you. You’re both still outside his families home and you aren’t in the mood to be caught in this kind of position. Especially not in front of his younger siblings. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and looks at you, trying to make his eyes bigger and look like a kicked puppy. You sigh as you give a small pet on his head, running your fingers through your hair. What a troublesome partner you’ve gotten.

“Alright, one more.”

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My entire taglist was just made for the “Enemies” to “Lovers” post and I still haven’t started hehe. Trust me, it’s coming. I’ve got requests for it and we’re slowly getting there. The entire time I’m writing this I’m just thinking “honey..no, that’s not how this works.” God you’re so dumb. I hate you. You’re my favourite character. Pour one out for Xiao, I was going to make this a crack fic too but ended up making it somewhat serious.

So yeah, xiao is a cat and childe is a fox. In other news, water is wet. But I did actually google fox behaviors just for this shitpost. ALRIGHT TIME TO SPIN THE WHEEL OF “WILL TUMBLR BE NICE TO ME?” OR DO I NEED TO DOUBLE REPOST AGAIN.

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mammons-creditcard · 4 years ago

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How the Obey Me! Brothers (+Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos) give you kisses!!!

Warning- slight ns/fw?? (just kissing)

Lucifer

He usually wouldn't show affection

Especially in public

But sometimes, especially if you're stressed

He'll give you a kiss on your forehead

Or if he's stressed, he'll give you a long kiss on your lips

He'd definitely put his hand behind your head, holding you gently yk what I mean?

The first time you two kissed was when he was doing the room inspections, and he was checking out your room to make sure you weren't.. harboring anyone.. specifically a certain angel. Before he left, you gave him a kiss on his cheek before saying, "Don't stress out too much, I'm not hiding anything-- this time." He just shook his head while smiling, then kissed your forehead. "Okay, I believe you Y/n."

Mammon

Shy boi

He'd be AGGRESSIVE

He'd be so nervous at first he'd kinda just-

Bonk

Bonk your heads together

But once he gets used to you, he wants to savor you, appreciate you, love you

He'll still be like- rough tho

He'd definitely wanna put his hands around your waist

I love him

The first time you two kissed was when he had tried to get you in on another mischievous plan.

"Mammon, I'm not gonna do it," you say. He whines, "Why nottt~ pleaseee---" You sigh and say, "How about I do something better." You place a small kiss on his lips. It shut him up right away. At least for a minute as he tried to process what happened. Then, he started complaining saying things like "You can't just do that!" While blushing like crazy.

Leviathan

Even more shy boi

He'll wait for you to kiss him first

Once you kiss him more often, he'll start kissing you first too

Plz save this boi he blushes so hard T~T

He'd intertwine his pinky with yours while you kiss

The first time you two would kiss would be when you were playing video games together, and you made a bet. You said if you won he'd have to give you a kiss. You had won, so while his face turned red he gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

Satan

He wouldn't show affection in public a lot

But he'd always be straightforward when he wants to give or take affection

He'd definitely place a hand on your hip or something

I love this mans plz

Depending on his mood is how he'd kiss

Lots of different kinds of kissing

He's very good at it too

The first time you two kissed was when you two were watching a drama. Two of the characters had kissed. Tension already lingering in the room, he said "How about we recreate that, hm?" He then gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

Asmodeus

ASMO

GIVES THE BEST KISSES

Duh

He can be soft, rough, whatever

He always wants attention so he always wants kisses from you

AAAH I love him

He knows EXACTLY what to do

The first time you two kissed would be when he would be giving you a makeover or something, trying out new products or whatever. He would be putting lipgloss on you, then he'd just kiss you.

"Sorry Y/n your lips just looked so soft!"

His lips were soft too.

Beelzebub

I LOVE THIS MANS

He'd be a lil shy at first

He always loves giving you a kiss

He'd wrap his big arms around you and give you a kiss

Or kiss all over your face

Ugh I love him

The first time you two would kiss you'd be cooking something with him. You'd try some of it to see if it needed more seasoning or something, and get some on your face. He'd kiss where it was, and say, "Wow, that tastes good!" as his stomach growled.

Belphegor

Belphie is a sleepy boyo

As we all know

So, he'd prolly give soft and slow kisses most of the time

He'd like forehead kisses

Please give this mans forehead kisses

The first time you two would kiss would be when you were trying to study together, but he was falling asleep. He ended up falling asleep. At least that's what you thought when you gave him a kiss on his forehead. He smirked and said, "I wasn't asleep yet, Y/n."

Simeon

Simeon is the sweetest thing ever

Like plz

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM T~T

He'd hold the both of your hands and kiss your cheek or your forehead

Sometimes even giving you a small kiss on your lips

Boyo is shy at first

The first time you two would kiss would be when you were studying together (successfully, unlike with Belphie). When you got most of the questions right, he kissed your cheek and told you that you did a good job.

Solomon

He's one shady boyo

He also teases you a lot

He'll act like he's going in for a long, passionate kiss then only give you a small kiss on the cheek

How mean

He's good at kissing though soo

The first time you two kissed was when he was teaching you a spell, and you had gotten it wrong. You were very frustrated to say the least. He kissed you and said that it takes time to learn it.

Diavolo

Dia is a big boi no doubt

He would pick you up

Then kiss you

Then hold you in a big bear hug

Big dorky smile on his face

The first time you two kissed was when there was a party at the castle. He was asking you about your stay in The Devildom. After talking for a bit when no one is looking he bends down and places a kiss on your cheek.

Barbatos

Very very versatile

He can be sweet or rough or anything

He would place his hands on your sides

The first time you two kiss would be when he's teaching you how to make a cake. When it's done and you both try some, he'll give you a small kiss on your lips before saying, "You did a really good job, Y/n."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #gn reader #obey me fanfic

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pigstepmp3-moved · 4 years ago

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holy hell, gamers, i finally reached one whole thousand followers! how bonkers is that! when i first made this blog in december 2018, i was just trying to start over in a new fandom. ive been active on tumblr for a looong time (since i was like 11, which is. not great, but we wont get into that). i cant remember quite why i decided to remake, but i never imagined getting a higher following than i did before, but i did! 1000 followers is bonkers, i’ve never had a thousand of anything! i seriously cant thank each and every one of you enough, whether you followed me for 911 or for mcyt or for whatever!

now, since ive reached this absolutely bonkers milestone, im feeling particularly sappy! so under the cut, i have some friends and mutuals tagged who are super great n who are always an absolute pleasure to see on my dash! <3 again, thank you all so much! (ps, if we’re mutuals and i didnt tag u in this, that doesnt mean i dont love and appreciate you!! i mostly am just picking people to tag based off how often i see them on my dash! i love all of u so much <3)

♡ 911 FRIENDS ♡

(aka the ogs, aka the fire fam)

♡ @lovelessmotel ♡ emily!! god, where do i even begin with how much i love and adore you!! i know youre one of my big sisters, but wow i am so proud of how much youve discovered yourself since we’ve met!! like wow, look at this epic, gorgeous person whos one of MY close friends! im so lucky to be friends with you! thank you so much for being my friend, i appreciate you and all the sisterly advice you’ve given me more than i can ever put into words!

♡ @eddiediaz-buckley ♡ sav!! mom!! i love u so unbelievably much!! i am so unbelievably grateful for you and everything youve done for me! all the advice youve given me and all the times youve let me vent to you have been so important to me and i cannot thank you enough for all that. im soso appreciative of you and im so glad that i have someone as amazing as you as my mom/big sister (we’ll never really figure out our fams family dynamics, will we?) (ps, whenever i go outside and have my keys with me, its always so comforting to feel the keychain you got me! its like my moms with me everywhere i go!)

♡ @liesoverthec ♡ bonbonbonbon!!! i love you so much, you wouldnt BELIEVE how much i love you!!! im so glad we met bc you are so unbelievably kind!! there is a very good reason a nickname for u is bonbon bc you are just as sweet as candy!! maybe even more so!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, you give such wonderful advice and talking to you always makes me feel a million times better!! i love you and i am soso glad i get to call you my friend!

♡ @marauder-girl ♡ sabsabsab!! i love u so much, u funky lil future lawyer!! im so proud of u and i can hardly believe ur gonna be my Lawyer big sister!!! thats so awesome!! i cant believe such a rad person is one of MY friends!! how lucky am i!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, youre so kind and funny and talented and your advice has always been so helpful to me too! thank you so much for being my friend and for always being there for me!!

♡ @nighting-gale17 ♡ cait, my love, my wifey!!! wowowow i love u so much!!! im so glad we’re friends, you are so unbelievably lovely!! youre also so unbelievably talented like??? hey queen wanna hand some of ur writing ability over to the unfortunate (like me). i’m so glad we’re friends, youre so sweet and even tho we dont talk as much as we used to, i still have SO much love for you in my heart

♡ @africaneuropean ♡ rae, my father!! i love u so much!! i know we havent talked at all in. who knows how long. but i still have so much love for u in my heart!! you are so iconic and cool and funny, im so glad i met you n became friends with you!! ur one of the coolest people i know, i hope i can be as cool and mysterious and wonderful as you one day

♡ @evaneddie ♡ DHYL!!! dhyl pickle i love u so much!!! whenever u pop into my inbox with random nice messages, every part of me lights up!!! u are so kind to me and for what!! i miss talking to u as much as we used to, you are so sweet and you are such a good friend!! i love u n im SO proud of how far youve come with gif making, i still remember when u first started n youve gotten SO amazing at gifs lately!! i love u soso much n im so glad we’re friends, youre so awesome!!!

♡ @basil-the-writer ♡ des!!! i love u so much!!! i know we’ve never rly talked all that much but im glad we have interacted in the ways that we have!! u are so sweet n so talented!! like the fact that u have the patience for those lil video edits u do?? that is so cool!! all ur edits are so cool, i cannot imagine being able to make stuff like that without dying every single time. u are so cool n i love being able to call u my friend!!

♡ GRIFF ♡

(aka griff)

♡ @yawnralphio ♡ u get ur own section bc u are my only 911 friend who isnt an og, but thats ok bc u are so swaggy!! i love being friends with u griff, u are so cool and funny and i am so glad that u still want to be friends with me despite all of the horrifying things u’ve learned about mcyt from me jdhfajkdhfa. i love u so much n i am so excited to get to know u more n get closer to u!!

♡ FRUITBLR ♡

(aka mcyt friends)

♡ @fear-epidemic ♡ atlas u are so swaggy and funny!! tumblr funny man!! im so glad we’re mutuals, i love u a whole lot. that one time u me n wilby played bed wars together was so fun even if we’re really bad! n that one time we played on the fruitblr server while on vc was so fun, i loved talking to u n playing with u so much, we gotta do that again sometime. i love u so much chapin n im so glad we’re friends!!

♡ @netheritedream ♡ hari my beloved... i love u so much. like literally so much that its really embarassing. i am so glad u tagged me in that one follow forever post n put the offer on the table to let me join the server. i love being ur dumb lil husband!!! jus like actual fundy, i would risk it all to watch treasure planet with u. i love u sososo much, i wish i could live closer to u so i could actually talk to u more often </333 im going through severe withdrawal, pray for me. im gonna stop talking for now bc if i kept going on, this post would be several miles along n nobody has time for that </3 just know that i love u so much and i love having matching icons n i love being ur husband, i love u so much

♡ @sootswilbur ♡ tommy... i care you so much. little bromther!!! im sososo glad we’re friends bc u are so kind to me all the time n u are so easy to talk to!! ur also so talented, ur writing n ur gifs are so amazing n im so proud of all the awesome stuff u make!! seeing u experiment more with ur gif sets n trying new things is so awesome n inspiring and i love seeing ur experiments work out!! i love u soso much n im so happy to be ur big brother!! (or one of them at least)

♡ @fruitbur ♡ virgil my Other beloved... i love u so much!! u are one of the kindest people ive ever met n im so glad i met u!! i know ive already told u this before but ur tagging system is so sweet n i love seeing u reblog my posts bc im like “yay alastair is gonna tell me that he loves me in the tags :D” i also lovelovelove ur theme, i love the soft pink and the lil aesthetic board that u have pinned, its so nice to look at!!! ily sososo much <333

♡ @theartofmining ♡ hey fruit ily. like genuinely, u are so unbelievably funny that u make my ribs hurt so much. i know we’re like never rly that serious but i love u so much. as much as i joke about hating u, i really am glad we’re friends n i really look forward to becoming better friends with u. i love u a whole lot rain, i love seeing u on my dash bc ur full of good takes n funny posts

♡ @sapnaplive ♡ dream.... bonks our foreheads together... i care u so much. my other half!!! i love u with my whole little heart. u are soso cool and im so lucky to be able to call u my friend!! ur themes are always so cool, i wish i could be half as cool as them!!! ur art is also so epic like??? u are a triple threat: good at art, tumblr themes, AND minecraft building. and ur also so kind!!! u are one of the sweetest people i know, i love u so much and im so glad im friends with u!!

♡ @dreams-little-kitten ♡ corn u are so weird and i mean that in the kindest way possible. u are so cryptic n i love that so much about u. ur like the wilbur to my philza sometimes and i think thats so awesome. that one time u came into my inbox to talk shit about that one cuphead boss was so funny and absurd, i loved that so much. i love You so much. i love how ur just so effortlessly funny, n im so glad i can be friends with u

♡ @dreamsmp ♡ JEL!!!! i love u so much holy cow. u are so sweet!! all the time!!! ur also so talented, ur gifs always look so good!!! i love being friends with u, ur always so nice to me n u always leave rly nice tags when u reblog my gif sets that make me so happy!!! i think about that one time u rbed my fundy gif set n said “FUNDY GIFS” and “GIFS BY FUNDY” it made me so happy!!! i love u a whole lot, im so glad we’re friends :)

♡ @leaguelol ♡ damien!! i love u so much u funky little cryptid!! i love when u pop into the gc just to share cryptic thoughts, u are so strange but i think thats so cool of u!!! i honestly see u kinda like a lil sibling, im always so proud of u when i see ur art on my dash!! u are so talented at art!! i love u so much n i love being ur friend, ur rly sweet n i love seeing u on my dash and in the gc!!

♡ @its5undy ♡ idk why im putting u on this, ur my mortal enemy. jkjk, i actually love u a lot clay! i love joking around with u, ur so funny and for what. im so glad u joined the gc bc i love talking to you so much!! i still love that one time u reblogged that fwt gif set n tagged me in it moments after I reblogged it. i love that u thought about me, that rly warms my heart! i love being friends with u sososo much

♡ @cavalreee ♡ oh hey, another great big fruit!! i dont think we talk all that often, which is a shame, bc ur so sweet!! and also so fucking funny, why is everyone in this friend group so fucking funny, its not fair. i love seeing u on my dash talking with ur other friends, u always have the funniest convos ever. also? ur desktop theme is SO epic, it threw me off the first time i saw it but its so swaggy, just like u!! i love u soso much azzie, n i hope we can talk more in the future bc ur so cool

♡ @technosoot ♡ i love u even tho ur a br*t /j /j /j. jannat u are so unbelievably sweet. im so glad u joined the gc bc u are such a kind presence both in there and on my dash! u radiate very Warm, Friend energy. ur friend shaped. i love u so much n i love being friends with u!! im very eager to become closer friends with u bc u seem like a really amazing friend to have

♡ @sortasortaspicy ♡ les where are u in the gc i miss u </3 i love u so much, u fit in so well from the very beginning n brought so much more fun and laughter into the gc. i dont know u all that well n i dont think we’ve talked one on one like. at all. but id love to get closer to u bc ur so rad and ur so sweet!!

♡ EPIC PEOPLE ♡

(aka mutuals who are so cool n id love to be friends with u pls talk to me)

@eurytherm ♡ @vampkings ♡ @weelbur ♡ @wilburtheesoot ♡ @quackityskarl ♡ @wimblrscoot ♡ @technofarmer ♡ @wooteena ♡ @bloodforblood ♡ @smpsapnap ♡ @literallynotfound ♡ @hearty-an0n ♡ @enderanboo ♡ @springbonniecpu ♡ @pandascanpvp ♡ @tommylnnits ♡ @strawberrygogy ♡ @timedeo ♡ @nymika-arts ♡ @h-isforhome ♡ @eboykarl ♡ @joe-alkaysani ♡ @betwecouldmakesome ♡ @squirrelstone ♡ @maddieandchimney

#hehe idk how to tag this #ive spent SO long on this post im so glad its done #follow forever #eden.txt

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cybertronian-cupid · 4 years ago

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some fluffy soft s/mut with tfp meggy and human s/o pls👉👈 sorry bout the previous request i sent in 😅😅

Happens to the best of us anon, and we appreciate the apology!

And I love the fact you sent the request again, it does my smutty, smutty heart good to write something soft with this fragger.💕~Gregoria🏩

....................... ........................ ..............................

"Gmornin' to you, too," they mumble, nuzzling their face into the pillow. The sharp digit rubbing at their thigh stills.

Good, maybe they can get 5 more minutes in-

"Please?"

No such luck.

"Meggy, noooo," they whine, smooshing their face into the softness. They were still sore from yesterday, and so tired. So, so damn tired, they could go back to sleep right now and pretend later in the day, that they were actually sleep talking to him.

"Darling," he breathes out, pulling them closer and nipping at their shoulder.

"Dearest, please?"

They love it when he asks nicely. They really do. It took both of them so long for him to start asking politely and wait patiently. He's probably looking at them in that kicked-pug-puppy way of his that almost always makes them give into his pleading.

Metal nudges at the back of their head gently, bumping them once, twice.

" pretty please? "

... How do pornstars deal with this? How do other people with this high of a libido function? How do THEIR partners handle this kind of madness?

"It's barely-" they open their eyes and look at the clock on the wall. They stare at it for a while, before rubbing their eyes. They look again.

Did they forget to change the batteries on this thing?

It can’t be THIS late into the day.

They mouth the time to themself, before trying to glance at him.

"You let me sleep in?"

He doesn't say anything and presses his helm more firmly against them.

They notice their underwear is still on.

"You," they emphasize, brain still too foggy to properly express themself "let me, sleep in."

Megatron, the definition of We-rise-and-ride-at-dawn, let them sleep in.

The horniest, neediest, most sex demanding partner they ever had, let them sleep in.

And didn't go further than running his claws over their legs.

He growls against them, tips of his claws sliding between their thighs.

"Excellent observation."

"You-"

"Yes, I, Lord Megatron, ruler of Decepticons, let you,"

his spike transforms out of its housing, laying hot against their skin,

"my wonderful human, sleep for much much longer than was initially planned or necessary, so can we please,"

his claws prick at their skin

"please,"

he grinds his dripping spike against their back, not pleading, but not quite demanding yet

"pretty pit-fragging please interface now?"

"... Coffee first."

It's his turn to whine, his servo digging into the mattress.

"Nooo," he knows despite their devotion, bean juice ranks higher.

"And both of us need to eat."

"Noooo, my love," he turns their face towards him,

"Sweetspark please, I'll do anything, just please, please-" they press their back against him and his speech halts with a stutter.

"We’ll both refuel, see if there is anything that needs to be done and then, we'll see about having some real interface,"

They turn around and wrap their legs around his spike, its biolights pulsing brightly. Their hands wrap around the head, tapping at the wet mesh in the same pattern he woke them up with. The bedsheet tears under his grip, his lips pressed together firmly in a thin line, his optics open wide, eyelights tiny pinpricks focused on their face.

"but, since you were very good to me, I am going to help you get off once before that,"

They press a kiss to the sensor at the bottom of the weeping head, their tongue dragging upwards to the tip, where they lap at his lubricant. His own thighs press together firmly and they can hear the dripping of his valve lubricant.

"I would-"

"After my dose of caffeine," they cut in, "I will be taking care of your valve," they grip the head of his spike harder, making him choke and his spike pulse beneath their fingers.

"Sounds good?"

The sound that comes out of his vocalizer is one of desperate agreement.

"Good boy, now hold still."

There is no way they'll be able to take it all in, so they grind their hips, their thighs clenching around the girth. Knuckles of one hand press firmly against the sensor, the other kneading the straining mesh of his head as he hisses out yes after yes after yes.

Lips wrap around his tip and they suck, their hands working on the mesh and the sensor; pressing, kneading, sucking and clenching around his straining lenght. He's close already, his armor rattling, engines screaming and straining. His spike starts vibrating against them and they move away to catch their breath.

"That's good Meggy, like that, yes, just like that,"

"Please, oh please, I need, I'm going to-"

They dig their fingers in the seams, their hips bucking into him faster, legs wrapping around him tighter.

"Go on, overload for me big guy."

And he does, his spike spilling streams of hot lubricant all over his plating, splashing onto their face, drenching the sheets, the pillows, everything. And it just keeps going, with them using the slickness to wrap their arms around the spike and stroking him through it. His vents blow hot air over them, his chest heaving, each new wave of overload making him moan louder. They press the tips of their fingers into the mesh between the seams, rubbing in circles and drawing out a few last squirts.

Better make sure though.

"Are you done?"

He swallows, and nods, his eyes shut, brows furrowed.

Stupid question, as if one is ever enough.

Moving off the retracting spike, they crawl up to his faceplate and rub at his cheek arches.

"I bet your valve is still tight and needy though, isn't it?"

"Uhuh,"

They kiss at his scars.

"Not for long, sweetspark. Let's get some energon in you and then we'll take good care of it, yeah?"

"I love you." he groans through the static in his voice.

They smile and bonk their forehead against his.

"I love you too Megsie."

Him and his messy overloads.

#valveplug #tfp megatron x s/o #bottom!megatron #tfp valveplug #anon #tfp megatron

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pops-and-kids · 4 years ago

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Below is a birthday short I wrote for @mushroomgrenade who runs @ask-wbp-b! I’m late to posting it (SORRY MUSHROOM CKWEMNKFSDHG) both the mun and muse share the same birthday, so it’s a combined gift! Enjoy! (HAPPY late BIRTHDAY MY DUDE)

B looked out at the water. The evening was calm, the waters lapping gently at the side of the ship below. The sky was ablaze with oranges and reds as the sun bid the world good-night on the horizon. The only sounds for miles were the laughter and cheers of her brothers from the deck. She would be having a cigarette right now, if Jiru hadn’t confiscated them earlier. A hand on her shoulder pulled her back out of her thoughts and back into the moment.

Thatch gave her a wide smile.

“I was wondering where our special gal went! We can’t have a party without the birthday girls approval!” He said.

B huffed at that. Yes, big parties were sort of the norm for the Whitebeards, but she still felt a bit weird that they would set a day aside for her instead of just adding her to the list of clumped birthdays at the end of the month. She wasn’t a commander, but they still treated her on her birthday like this.

“You didn’t need to go overboard this year.” She said.

Thatch pouted dramatically and leaned down to her level. He clasped his hands together and looked at her as if she had just told him the saddest thing he’d ever heard.

“But it’s your day!” He exclaimed. “We’re supposed to have cake! And games! And booze! And all your favorite foods! You can spend the night with someone--geh!!”

B slapped her palms on his cheeks, a tick mark appearing on her forehead.

“What was that last one?”

“Nothing! Nothing!”

B gave another small huff and squished his cheeks in her hands. Thatch made a wine of displeasure but made no move to back away. Sometimes she wondered why she loved this dumb little brother so much, but he was always quick to remind her with those bright eyes.

“Really, it didn’t need to be this elaborate.” She said.

Finally releasing him Thatch stood up straight, his trademark smile returning instantly. He laughed off her aggravation and continued to ramble about what they had set up for her. It was all too much, just for her. She loved her idiot of a brother, but she really wanted to bonk him on the head. Birthdays were important to her, but her own wasn’t as big of a deal as the others made it out to be. She was only their dimension jumping sister who could see into the future and glitch out, nothing special about that. Totally.

Realizing Thatch had stopped his chatter she looked up at him again. He looked extremely happy, like it was his big day instead of her own. Her brother leaned down and took her hands into his own and beamed down at her.

“I’m really happy we can do this for you. I know being in the spotlight isn’t something you like, but we all want you to feel appreciated! Come on!”

He held her hand and pulled her along as they walked to the kitchen. B offered no resistance and cracked a smile to her family as they passed, they were all happy smiles aimed at her. It was slightly uncomfortable, but easily ignored. Thatch pulled her into the mess hall and released her hand finally, rushing into the kitchen. He yelled someone to the cooks while B stood awkwardly at the counter, before he reappeared with a bowl. Anticipation rolled off him in waves as he gave it to her. The man was practically vibrating as he watched her.

“Try it! It’s the same as last time, with a few differences.”

B didn’t need to ask what it was. She knew exactly what was in the hot bowl in her hands: a meal from her home. No matter how many times Thatch made it for her or she herself tried to make it, it never came out just right. He never gave up though, and it charmed her. He really wanted to give her a taste of the home she missed, even if it had taken years of trying.

Taking a sip she let the flavors swirl around her mouth, warmth spreading across her body. It was delicious! Though she expected none the less from Thatch. It brought back memories of her old home, the good and the bad. But it was still missing….something. She had long accepted that some things from her world simply did not translate into the world of One Piece, but that didn’t mean she was going to dissuade her brother from trying.

Looking up she met his eyes and smiled.

“Still not close, Thatchy.” She said with a shake of her head.

Thatch’s smile gave way to disappointment. The poor man had really tried, taking all her notes into consideration for this batch, but it still wasn't quite there. B gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s still amazing though. I really like this.”

Her brother perked up at that. It may not have been perfect, but few things ever were. They spent some time in the kitchen with B testing and giving greenlights to foods, Thatch practically vibrating at her approval. The two chatted until Haruta burst in, accusing Thatch of hogging the birthday girl and cuddling up to her side.

“Come on, B! We can’t start the party without you!” They said.

She didn’t get a word in edgewise before they grabbed her arm like a child and dragged her along.

“I’ll see you in a little!” Thatch called after her.

In the time they had talked the sun had completely gone, stars taking its place. The deck was packed with people. They had already broken out the alcohol, but considering no one was red in the face or laughing uncontrollably they weren’t going heavy on it. All of them were waiting on her to start them off. Haruta smiled excitedly as they pulled her in front of Pops’ chair. Rubbing her arm she tried to scold Haruta for yanking her along so hard, but the rumble of her fathers laugh drowned some of it out.

B looked up at him, silently asking for help since she would not know peace for hours tonight. Pops only smiled, love in his and peace in his relaxed form. She sighed internally. No amount of mental preparation was going to help being bombarded by loving idiots from all sides. Behind her Haruta took in a deep breath.

“Hey everybody! She’s here!” They yelled at the top of their lungs.

There was a beat of silence followed by an uproar of cheers. Smiling faces all around greeted B. The commanders, who were scattered around the deck among their family, came to the front of the crowd next to Pops, joy coming off them in waves. B put on an awkward smile, holding two thumbs up to everyone to hide how uncomfortable she was with all eyes on here. Thankfully, it only lasted a moment before the fourth division came out with the main course of food and started filling the tables up.

“It looks like the party can begin.” Pops said.

And it began with all the energy you could expect; Music blaring from the front of the deck, caring all the way across the ship, barrels of beer draining in minutes, games and dancing. The first to approach her was Vista. Her brother laughed and twisted his mustache, leaning down comically far to get somewhat close to her height.

“I believe this is the first time I’ve seen you all day! Not hiding away, are we?” He teased.

B gently bonked him on the head, returning the smile.

“No, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to take a single step without being ambushed by someone.” She said.

The two laughed and Vista gave her a pat on the shoulder, heading off to get drinks. Next was Namur, who quietly placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled.

“Happy birthday, B.”

“Thanks, fishy.” She said.

She reached up and ruffled the raven locks on the top of his head. He didn’t move to dissuade her. Namur wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, nuzzling their cheeks together before letting go and taking his leave. Blenheim and Blamenco were next. Blenheim kneeled down and scooped B up, letting her sit on his arm like a perch.

“Happy birthday! We missed you at lunch!” Blamenco said.

“You were a ghost all day!” Blenheim chuckled.

B felt a twinge of guilt, now having a few commanders call her out. But they knew her habits, she didn’t like things to be all about her, despite the end result being the same.

“Hey you’re seeing me now. I could still go back to my room and leave you all?” She said, raising her eyebrow mischievously.

“No!” Both the men cried in unison.

She laughed and patted both of them on the head. They made brief chatter, some inside jokes and glee about the day. Blamenco joked about his pouches being sore from carrying all the gifts, promptly earning him a soft bonk for pushing his devil fruit too hard. It was a bit before she was set down and they two went off to join Vista at the drinks table, their smiles filling B with warmth.

Curiel would have burst onto the scene next--but there being no fireworks put him in a grand mood. B giggled softly and patted his back. She appreciated him holding back from the light show for her day. Fireworks always made her stressed, no matter how often they used them. Curiel setting aside explosives seemed like a miracle to the crew, but he did it for her and that’s what made it a big deal.

“If I didn’t love you so much I would have snuck up on you with a party popper by now.” He said.

“Pfft I’d knock your teeth in if you did that.”

“Yeah but it’d be funny. For a bit.”

Fossa came over, once Curiel had finished hogging B’s cuddles. The man chuckled and scooped her up not unlike Blenheim had earlier.

“Even the weather fancies you,” He said, “Third year without a single cloud in the sky on your birthday. Starting to get suspicious.”

They laughed. For a conversation starter so mundane Fossa and B had quite a bit to talk about. Simple things they both could ramble about to one another as if it were the easiest things in the world. They talked for so long Rakuyo had to make his presence known, going unnoticed behind them for an embarrassingly long time.

“Uhm, I think it’s my turn with the B?” He said, anxiously.

Fossa looked back at him, choking back a laugh.

“Kid that sentence has way too many connotations.”

“Oh fuck off!”

B wheezed at the red tint that dashed across Rakuyos face. Fossa never missed a beat, did he. The taller commanders chuckled and set her down, giving her a pat on the head and a soft ‘happy birthday’ before heading off. Rakyuo looked miserable and thoroughly embarrassed, B couldn’t help laughing some more.

“God, you’re so easy to mess with, Raky.”

“I should have stayed in bed. Fuck your birthday, I’m out.”

She smiled and opened her arms invitingly, tilting her head with soft eyes. Rakuyo sighed and slumped into her, putting all his weight on his smaller sister. B gasped and leaned back, straining at how sudden and heavy that was.

“Raky I swear to fuck-” She croaked out from under him.

Rakuyo finally let up, standing up properly and hugging her back. He laughed a little at the redness of her face.

“Sorry I almost crushed you.”

“‘Almost?’”

They had fun with their back and forth banter. They poked fun at each other, telling jokes and watching some chaos unfold across the deck as a barrel was knocked over. A bunch of their poor brothers slipped and fell, taking some others down with them as they tried to stop their fall.

After some time Rakuyo took his leave, letting B finally get her drink. She had been talking for so long she felt incredibly grateful to the cooks for making sure she wasn’t left with scraps by now. A nice plate was set aside, just for her, with all the best things and a large mug of good alcohol. She sat down next to Pops, who was chuckling and tapping his foot to the tempo of the current song. They sat quietly, few words shared in comfortable silence. There was no need for a long chat after all.

The last to approach her was Ace. The boy looked very shy as he came over, a small box in her hand. B raised her eyebrow at him.

“Hey, the gifts go on the gift table.” She said.

The look of Ace's face immediately made her backtrack.

“But, uh, I’m not doing anything if you wanna give it to me now!”

Patting the open spot next to her she gave him a smile.

“C’mere, buddy. Let me see!”

Ace plopped down at her side and handed the small box to her. He looked at her with wide eyes, brimming with anticipation. Tearing the thin paper B was greeted with a single brown box, two letters ‘RF’ stamped on. Opening it she was taken aback. Inside was a white rabbit's foot, speckled with small patches of black fur on the back. It was quite small, the top covered in silver with an intricate design of dashing and swirls like leaves.

“I uh,” Ace started, “It means good luck, and even though you already have a lot of luck a little more wouldn’t hurt?”

B looked at him. The kid was looking at her like he was the dumbest son of a bitch across the seas, anxiously waiting for her response. She smirked, taking the charm out and holding it.

“It’s nice, Ace! Looks like it’ll fit on the action of my gun.”

“Yeah! I got it just for that! Or you could hang it somewhere in your room!”

Pops glanced over at his two children. The sight of the two most guarded people he’d ever accepted, talking at if they’d been friends for years, filled him with pride. With his signature laugh he stood up, taking his cup of sake with him. The crew paused and looked to their captain and father. Pops gave them a smile and lifted his drink up.

“To B’s birthday, and her many years to come!”

“AYE!!”

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Snared With A Glance / Ed Nygma Imagine

Request: Hey yo! 🥰 Can you please write something about Ed Nygma of Gotham? Maybe how he uses his fantastic memory torememberr everything about what the reader likes (Favourites things, foods, how kiss them to makes them melt) ☺️

Sorry if this is short, I’m stressed and I haven’t watched Gotham in a while XD <3

Comments are much appreciated!

Edward Nygma couldn’t keep still.

Standing by the Commissioner of the GCPD’s office, he hung like a stray cat around the closed blinds, just staring at the door. The rest of the officers bustled around him, some nudging him out the way, but he just ignored them. Today, he didn’t even notice the suspect glare of Detective Bullock from where he sat reading the day’s newspaper, feet up on his desk and glasses warily trained on the forensic scientist.

He stood by the door, his lab coat slightly askew, yet glasses framed perfectly on his nose as he hopped from foot to foot, not ashamed one little bit. He was deliriously happy, giddy even. Every few seconds he checked his wrist watch, another of his restored antiques, each time disappointed that it had barely changed since the last glance. It was nearing the end of lunch time, and in approximately three minutes you would make your appearance as you do every day. Ed didn’t want to mince his words, but it was his favourite part of the day.

His eyes nearly pop out of his head as you walk through the door, but a frown graces his face as he races down the steps, trying to stop Jim Gordon from stealing a second of your time together. He’s not fast enough however, and before you know it the detective is standing in front of you.

‘Don’t you ever get bored of coming into this precinct, especially to see that boyfriend of yours? He’s been itching around all day, you know, and Bullock’s starting to bug even me about it.’

Though he speaks with the tone of an officer, there is a softness, a sparkle of humour to his voice as he places his hands on his hips, not noticing the tall, lanky figure of Ed Nygma approach from behind him.

‘Speaking of the devil’, you murmur as Ed taps a bewildered Jim on the back.

‘It was nice seeing you, as always Y/n.’

‘You too, Jim. I’ll see what I can do to get Bullock off your back.’

He only chuckles, turning around and placing a reassuring pat on Ed’s shoulder as he wrings his hands.

‘Hello, Y/n. I prepared you a new riddle today.’

‘And what would that be, Ed?’

He smiles as he continues, ‘Brothers, all pair up. Bodies firm and tall. You only care to eat the solid food, amd don’t care to eat the soup. What am I.’

You pause for a moment as Ed waits patiently, starting to bounce on the balls of his feet before you blurt out ‘chopsticks! The answer’s chopsticks!’

‘Ding ding ding, correct! I’m going to pick up Chinese on the way home.’

‘You always do remember my favourites.’

He leans down, fingers clenching into your hair as the palms of his hands lie flat against your cheeks. Pressing a warm kiss against your forehead, you stifle a laugh as his glasses bonk against the top of your hair.

‘Until tonight then.’

The day had ebbed by slower than old treacle. Ed’s usual slouch had been replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. He was distracted, more than usual. His mind kept on replaying memories of you, imagining touching your hair as he kissed you, told you a funny joke as he watched your lips curve upwards with his words: it was always like magic, the most uncrackable riddle he could think of. He'd been slacking at work, which wasn’t like him, Jim had to tell him everything three times and he had gotten half his usual volume done. At home, he’d spent the last half an hour before you arrived picking the onions out of your Chinese order, remembering just how you liked it. You never had to say, Ed always just knew.

The doorbell snapped him out of his stupor, and he jumped as he dropped his tweezers onto the counter and smoothed down the slight creases on the front of his trousers. He couldn’t keep his fingers still as he opened his door and came to face with you. Gazing past him, you almost laughed at the enormous platter of food that lay on his coffee table, the large air conditioning fan in the sidewall of his apartment wafting the rich aroma down to you and beckoned you in.

‘Ed, you really didn’t have to do all this.’

‘I know, but I wanted to. I can start a war or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless. I'm snared with a glance but no force can compel me to stay. What am I?’

‘I- I’m not sure. I haven’t heard that one before.’

‘Love. It’s love. I did all this, because I love you.’

And then he gives you a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through you, and before you know it you’ve slammed the door and pushed him back inside.

‘Y/n, I-’

Grabbing his collar, you reach up to place two fingers against his lips, and the look of absolute awe he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. His lips are warm and soft, and they brush familiarly against your skin as he grins at you, using his thumbs and pointer fingers to reach up and remove his glasses.

‘I love you too, Ed.’

Finally, your lips touched his. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world was slowly disappearing around the two of you, so intimate and electrifying. His lips were moving in perfect sync against yours, his hands feeling your waist in the way that always makes you gasp as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, becoming more passionate. His mouth tasted like peppermint candy, cool and warm at the same time. A smile grew on your face as it started to tickle, finally pulling apart.

He rests his forehead against yours as he murmurs, ‘you’re definitely the best answer I’ve ever found.’

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ourneverendingpossibilities · 5 years ago

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Nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: Kasamatsu Yukio x reader Rating: K+ A/N: So, honestly this wasn’t supposed to be the next chapter.. But I’m having issues with writing the meeting between reader and Kaijou.. So instead, here’s some fluff where Kasa comforts you! Also uploaded onto my AO3~

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You hold onto the strap of you bag, trying to focus on anything but the crowds of students leaving. It's a surprise visit, but you knew Kasamatsu would be free, as your brother spouts in cheerful glee about having a day off during lunch. The excuse you have in mind is you need help studying for an upcoming Math test... But the reality is, you want to see him.. To get some form of reassurance..

It's been about a month or two since you've began dating, and him, though it's mostly Ryouta, wants you to meet the team... You have no issue with that, you've seen them on the court, but to be introduced as BOTH his girlfriend and Ryouta's sister, it's an overwhelming thought. You haven't disclosed that information with your boyfriend, it's been a week since the incident...

"______-chan?"

Your eyes brighten at his voice, and you give him a sheepish smile, tightening your grip. You wait for him to approach, most of the students have left, and you turn your head towards him.

"I... I was hoping you could help me study for an upcoming math test?"

The shock in his eyes linger for a little, before they soften and he scoffs, gently grabbing your free hand.

"You could've sent me a text first."

You look at him, eyes bright and hair blowing in the wind, "But then I wouldn't have been able to surprise you!"

He casts you a half-glare, the blush on his cheeks elicit a giggle from your lips.

_____________________________

"What's on your mind, _____-chan?"

You blink, golden hues wide at his words, before shaking your head. "N...Nothing!"

He rolls his head, lightly bonking yours as he huffs, "You're a terrible liar."

You bite the bottom of your lip, staring down at your notes, scattered across the bed. He's sitting on the chair in front of your desk, facing you as he teaches you the formulas giving you the most trouble. You were hoping not to discuss this, because it's hard for you to admit out loud... But with the expectant gaze from his steel-blue hues boring at you, you find yourself growing weaker...

"Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you?"

He remains quiet, as if contemplating your words, moving to rest a hand on yours. "I wanted to spend time with you too... But this is the second time you came to Kaijou alone..." He leaves it hanging in the air, not wanting to remember the last time.. Instead he sighs, "So I want to make sure you're okay..."

His concern for you is enough to make you weak in the knees, and you find yourself biting your bottom lip, trying to contain your frustration.

"I... I'm nervous..."

He blinks, raising an eyebrow, scooting the chair closer to the bed. His hand on yours tightens, and he uses his thumb to rub the top of your skin.

"What are you nervous about, _____-chan?"

"I..." you stop, turning to look at him, eyes wet from unshed tears, "W...What if your team doesn't like me?"

Silence... "...Hah?"

You turn your head to look at your blanket, biting your bottom lip, "I... I know how much you want to introduce me to your team..." you murmur, lacing your fingers with his, "R...Ryouta wants me to meet everyone too.. and it's...." you stop, trying to collect your thoughts. "It's a bit overwhelming... Knowing I'll be introduced as both your girlfriend AND his sister..."

He remains silent, but you feel him staring, and it makes it easier to get your thoughts out... You're not asking him for advice, but, expressing how you're feeling... And he hums, rubbing the back of his head.

"I...If this helps... I...I'm nervous too..."

His quiet confession has you looking at him again, and you can see the blush on his cheeks.. But his words have a calming effect... To think, he'd share the same feelings as you? Without warning, you tug him onto the bed, pulling him onto you into a hug. You ignore the scattered papers now on the floor, or the slight creak from the added weight.. You focus on him above you, face burying in his shoulder.

"....I... I've never liked having attention on me..." you whisper, though Kasamatsu can hear it... "I...It's not because of Ryouta though..." you explain, holding him closer. "I... I just don't like having titles..."

Because when you have titles, people treat you differently. They hold you on a high pedestal, try to get close with you just to stab you in the back later... And even if they don't, they lose interest the moment someone with a bigger title comes along... And then, there's the added pressure of 'being' the best... It can emotionally damage a person, and you don't want to re-live losing your brother again...

"S...Sports are different..." you mutter, "Because you play together... And an audience is looking at everyone.. Not just one specific person..." Even then, the intensity at Teiko became too much, and despite loving Volleyball, you needed to take a break from it... If only to find appreciation for the sport again.

The whole time you're speaking, Kasamatsu is laying there, listening to your words.. Although you're whispering, it sounds like a shout.. And he listens intently, letting you express your emotions without being judged. He's heard the rumors of Teiko, seen just how entitled and arrogant Kise was when he first joined the team... But hearing how you speak about titles gives him more clarification. And he knows... Part of that was because of your estranged relationship with your brother. He continues to rub the back of your head, though the position is uncomfortable, and he adjusts your position so you're on his chest, and he's now on his back.

"It... It's okay... To feel that way ____-chan..." he whispers, watching as you meet his gaze, "I.. I don't know exactly what you've been through... But I've been in some pretty... rough situations myself..."

He remembers last year, losing the Interhigh with his team... And then this year... Different situations, same ending... "That said, the only thing we can do is learn from those and move on... To better ourselves so we can continue playing."

He hums, "That said, you're my first girlfriend... So I'm nervous... But because I learned you were Kise's sister, it was easier to handle..." because whether or not he can admit it, his opinion seems to hold higher than the rest of his team... "Knowing he's accepting of us together, makes it easier to deal with too..."

He moves to press a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your cheek, attempting to hide his blush... He knows you can feel it, but it's easier to live in denial... He feels you shift, and he looks down, just in time to feel your lips on his. Ignoring the heat on his skin, he closes his eyes, soaking in your warmth, your affection. He's not used to this... Being gentle.. Or receiving that kind of attention... But because it's from you, he finds himself craving it more than he anticipated.

You pull away, if only to catch your breath, before resting your cheek in the crook of his neck. His words always have an impact, and you're so grateful for his patience. A soft smile curls on your lips at the thought, nuzzling into his warmth..

"...Thank you Yu-chan..."

You hear his heart race faster, but choose to curl closer, closing your eyes for a few minutes...

"_____-chan... We still have studying to do..."

You pout, not looking at him as you squeeze him lovingly, shaking your head, "...F...Five minutes..."

You hear his sigh, and you feel him bend towards your ear, breath tickling your skin.

"If you're not up in five minutes, no more hugs for a week."

You immediately jump up and scramble off the bed, collecting your papers...

"L...Let's finish studying!!!"

His laughter echoes in the air as you get back to work... But he remains beside you, one arm wrapped around your waist as he teaches you the equations needed for the test.

#knb imagines #knb scenarios #kasamatsu yukio #reader insert #fluff #anxious #nervousness #Kasa comforting you #This was a lot of fun #I liked writing it!

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krizaland · 5 years ago

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(I was inspired by the song “no matter what” and this is kinda of the vibe I’m getting off of it) Zim finds the reader sad and been in a bad place lately so he wants to help them so he cheers them up?

I just listened to the song and Oh my god my heart!!! It’s so sweet!

Zim is one of my main comfort stuffies so this really struck a chord with me!

SLAM!

You let out a loud screech as you threw your phone to the ground.

You didn’t even bother to check on it as you threw yourself onto your bed.

Tears spilled from your eyes as loud sobs echoed from your blankets.

Four years. Four whole years.

You had known your best friend for four years.

From memes to your sorrows, you sent everything you could to your dear friend.

They meant everything to you! You let them vent to you and gave them advice whenever they asked for it.

They were the only human you felt like you could truly trust with anything!

When they decided to dump you, it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest!

You couldn’t believe they’d just leave you all alone!

Your mind was running wild with questions

Who would you talk to at 2am?

Who would comfort you after a panic attack?

Who would laugh at your memes?

Who could ever care about you like they did?

As if on cue, the answer to your questions decided to give you a call.

BREEP! BREEP! BREEP!

You let out a yelp as your wrist communicator went off.

“Oh it’s just Zim.” You sighed as you clutched your chest.

You weren’t really in the mood to talk to Zim but you knew you couldn’t simply ignore a call from him.

You could never forget the time you put your communicator on silent and slept in to long.

Zim nearly blew a hole through your wall just to make sure you were alive!

A sigh escaped your throat as you answered the call.

“Hey Zim,” You sniffled.

“Ah! Greetings Y/N! How was your- WAIT! Why is your face all….leaky? Tell me!” Zim’s voice quivered a bit as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You lied as you dried a few stray tears that escaped your eyes.

“Don’t you lie to Zim! You are NOT fine! I command you to tell me what’s wrong!” Zim demanded as he snapped a finger against the screen.

“Ok, ok! It’s my best friend they-” You felt the words get caught in your throat.

“They what?! TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!”

“They…THEY DUMPED ME!!!” You burst into another violent sob.

“WHAT?! HOW COULD THAT BE?! I thought you were supposed to be friends forever and stuff!” Zim shrieked as he jumped a bit.

“I thought so too!” You kept sobbing as your tears sealed your eyes shut.

“Y/N! I…..” Zim trailed off as his mind searched for words to say.

Zim never had friends before but he did know what it felt like to be dumped.

However, no matter what he wanted to say, Zim didn’t feel like words alone were enough to console you.

“Hold on, Y/N. I’ll be right over! Zim out!”

“Huh?! Zim wait-”

The call was cut before you could finish your sentence.

You let out another groan as you plopped your face back into your blankets.

WHIRRR!

The sound of Zim’s Voot Cruiser hovering outside your window jolted you out of bed.

Wasting no time, you quickly opened your window before Zim could blow a hole through it again.

“Fear not, Y/N! Zim has arrived!” Zim announced triumphantly as he jumped into your bedroom.

“What?! Zim, look I appreciate what you’re trying to do but-”

“I know you do. I know you do. Anyhow, it’s obvious that INFERIOR so-called friend of yours is nothing more than a PATHETIC FOOL who can’t see how amazing you are!” Zim announced dramatically.

“Zim I-”

“I can see that that HORRIBLE friend of yours has decided to abandon you! Therefore Zim has come to tell you that I will always be here for you!” Zim explained as he patted your shoulder.

“Wow…That’s really sweet but-”

“But? There is no but! I have come to reassure you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! GIR! Get in here!” Zim commanded as he snapped his fingers.

BASH!

“WEEHOOO!! HI! UNICORN!” GIR squealed as he crashed through your wall.

“GIR! What have I told you about crashing through Y/N’s house?!” Zim snarled as he shot GIR a glare.

“I’m sorry, Master…” GIR pouted as his antenna drooped.

“You should be. Anyway, play the song!” Zim commanded as he pointed to the ceiling.

“OKIE DOKI!”

BEEP!

GIR pressed a button on his chest and the music started up.

“In the light of the day, in the dark of the night. When you’re raring to go! When you’re tired from the fight…” Zim sang as he hopped over to you.

“When you’re losing your mind, let me give you a thought-” Zim clicked his feet “I gonna be right by your side no matter what!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Zim’s little dance.

Zim patted your shoulder as he kept dancing.

“In the dark of the night!”

You decided to humor Zim and began to sing along.

“In dark of the night…”

Zim’s eyes lit up a bit as he kept singing.

“In the light of the day!” Zim clicked his feet.

“In the light of the day!” You clicked your feet right back.

“When you’re rising to shine!”

Zim stretched out his arms as wide as he could

“When you’re rising to shine!”

“When you’re hitting the hay!”

Zim pantomimed falling asleep.

“When you’re hitting the hay.”

“I’ll be hanging around!”

Zim gently took your hands in his.

“I’ll be hanging around.”

“If you like it or not!”

Zim let out a chuckle as he twirled you into his arms.

“If you like it or not!”

You savored Zim’s embrace as your voice melted with his for a moment.

“I’ll be right by your side no matter what!”

Zim released you from his grip and trotted back over to the window.

“Hey! Where are you going?” You asked playfully as you followed him.

“Oh no! I’m not going anywhere! You’re coming with me-” Zim jumped into the Voot and patted a spot next to him “What are you waiting for?! Hop in!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you climbed in next to him.

“Prepare yourself, Y/N! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE GREATEST DATE OF YOUR LIFE!” Zim cackled as GIR hopped into the Voot before speeding off.

Another giggle escaped your throat as Zim began to sing once more.

“No matter what!”

The clouds zoomed past the Voot as it begun to exit Urth’s atmosphere.

“No matter what!”

Zim’s voice melted with yours as you continued to sing with him.

BONK!

The Voot was whacked by a large space whale! However, that didn’t stop you and Zim from singing.

“No matter whaaaaat!”

Zim regained control over the Voot rather quickly and got back on track in seconds.

“Oh I’m gonna be!”

You put on your space helmet.

“I’m gonna be!”

Zim planted a small kiss on your cheek.

“Right by your siiide!”

“Right by your siiiide!”

“I’m gonna be right by your side no matter what!”

The Voot arrived on a beautiful planet with a bright pink sky and heart shaped clouds.

“Here we are, Y/N! Planet Eros! The most romantic planet in the Galaxy!” Zim announced as he landed the Voot on a large hill.

“Wow! It’s so beautiful here!” You gasped as you stared up at the bright pink sky.

“Isn’t it though. Now prepare yourself, my love pig! Your magical love adventure begins NOW!” Zim announced as he hopped out of the Voot and held out his hand.

Another giggle escaped your throat as you took Zim’s hand and carefully exited the Voot.

The moment you left the Voot, Zim immediately started to take you to the most romantic spots he could find.

From a fancy restaurant to a bright pink park, you were absolutely enthralled!

You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun!

Not even GIR’s constant antics could ruin your date!

“In the dark of the night. In the light of the day….When you’re rising to shine…When you’re hitting the hay..” You sang as you followed Zim through a beautiful pink beach.

“Just remember this song!” Zim reminded as he pointed to the sky.

“How’s it go? I forgot” GIR asked as he tilted his head.

“I’ll be right by your side no matter what!” You and Zim laughed.

It wasn’t long before you and Zim’s legs grew weary.

Thus, you both decided to sit down in the soft pink sand and watch the sunset.

“Through whoever you’ve been….”

“Through whoever you’ve been…”

“Through whoever you’ll be…”

“Through whatever you lose, you will always have me,” Zim threw his arm around your shoulder.

“You will always have me.” You sang as you rested your head on his chest.

“At the end of your rope…”

“I’ll be holding you tight…” Zim kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be holding you tight…” You giggled.

“I’m gonna be right by your side no matter what.”

The sunset turned the sky into pink lemonade as the dark pink waves gently splashed the sand.

“Be right by your side. Be right by your side…..”

“I’ll be right by your side no matter what…”

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #Anonymous

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yastaghr · 5 years ago

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Geno Run Exiles

Summary: Continuation of my Sanster Week 2017 (that I have been working on since 2017). Underfell Sanster fluff with being on the Surface for the first time.

Relationship: Fell Sanster, Sans/Gaster

Warnings: Mentioned genocide run

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24594760

The goopy monster, formerly known as Gaster and newly dubbed Trip, closed the door with a decided click. As much as he appreciated this other Toriel’s help, he really was capable of dealing with this problem by himself. He was a doctor, a medical one. He might not be able to do things as fast as her healing magic could, but he’d get there in the end. He didn’t need or want to be reliant on someone else’s help. You never knew what the price would be.

Like this apartment, for example. He’d expected to be dumped into the worst suite in the building, or worse, out on the street. Instead he was in this place. This place, with its leather furniture and brand new tv. This place, with its stainless steel appliances and double oven. This place, with it’s sleek wooden table and chairs. This place, with framed art on the walls. This place, with a jetted tub and two shower heads. This place, with its two bedrooms and a balcony big enough for another dining set and a telescope. This place, with it’s amazing view of the river and a park full of trees. This place...this place was so far above what he had imagined it was outside the solar system.

Trip shuddered. He hoped that whatever these new monsters demanded on him wouldn’t be too hard on him or Sans- no. That wasn’t his name anymore. Just like he was now named Trip, his Sans was now Kiks. It was the others’ universe after all. They deserved to be able to keep their names, no matter what the other Sans had said.

Speaking of Sans...er, Kiks, he should go and check on the other. Her Majesty had said it would be a while before his boyfriend woke up. Maybe yes, maybe no. Either way, Trip did not want the other to wake up alone. So he slowly oozed his way into the first bedroom.

The bedroom was just as well appointed as the main room. A king bed with an ultra-soft blanket and plush mattress stood in the center. A walk-in closet stood empty on one side. Two nightstands with beautiful lights whose bases were in the shape of conch shells lit the room in a soft glow. The comforter was patterned with curves of color; blues, tans, and light pinks gave the overall effect of a beach scene. He wondered if the sea was nearby. That would be nice.

Beneath the comforter and the blanket was Kiks. He was out cold. Her Majesty had removed most of his layers, so all that was visible above the blankets was his red sweater and spiked collar. The sight of it made Trip happy. His matching one was tucked safely in his inventory.

Trip planted a loving kiss on Kiks’ head and settled into the bed next to him. He didn’t lie down, just perched on the side of the bed and looked towards the foot of it. Beyond it, in the wall, was a window to the outside world. At the moment it was shut to keep the rain cascading down its surface out. Trip decided to fix that. He got back off the bed and oozed over to the window. He unlatched the bottom and started spinning the little lever that extended the brace. The window opened upwards since its hinges were at the top.

The sound of heavy rain hitting a window pane was one Trip had never thought he would hear again. It soothed him, just like it had done when he was a child. He went over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Soon, he laid back. A little relaxation wouldn’t do him any harm, right? And neither would laying flat. He was just enjoying the softness. Just… enjoying… the… rest…

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Trip startled awake. Someone was touching him, and in his world even letting someone close enough to touch him basically meant you were dead. He looked around, magic coming to his aid in a desperate burst. Then he saw who it was and all of that went away.

Kiks smiled at him. He was sitting up in bed, with his hand outstretched towards Trip. There were tear tracks on his maxillae, but no actual tears. They had dried up.

“if this is a dream, i don’t wanna wake up,” Kiks whispered hoarsely.

Trip smiled widely back at his boyfriend. His voice still sounded high and smokey, just like Trip had remembered. It was so nice to hear him again. Trip went to speak, but then changed his mind and signed, -I don’t think it’s a dream. It’s been too weird for even the worst of dreams.-

Kiks held out his hands imperiously. “hug first. story later.”

Trip smiled even wider. Yep, this was his boyfriend. He surrendered to the hug happily. They cuddled like that for a few minutes. Every time one of them went to leave the hug the other squeezed. Eventually they both pulled back.

“so, tell me about all this weirdness you were talking about.”

Trip did so, signing to Kiks about tripping over a safety railing on his way to work one day, about falling into the void, about the desperate loneliness of waiting in a place that was nothing for something, anything, to happen. He told him about Kiks showing up on the edge of death.

“before you go on, lemme tell you about what happened to me. i was hanging out at my sentry station - i’ve been a sentry pretty much ever since you fell - when a really loud scraping sound came from over by the big door. i went to check it out, and there was this human. well, not exactly a human. it was like something insane was wearing a human’s skin. also a lot of dust. and that wasn’t the end of the dust.”

“they, uh, pretty much decimated the underground. they didn’t just dust everyone in their path. they searched everywhere for even more monsters to dust. the only reason they didn’t get everyone...well, pap distracted them at the edge of snowdin. people got to the lab and hid in the basement. he, uh, wasn’t one of them. i was watching. they dusted him, and then they took his dust, swallowed some of it, and kicked the rest into the river.”

“needless to say, that hit me kinda hard. it pissed me off. by the time i’d stopped being in shock, they were all the way through hotland. i set a trap for them in the judgement hall and waited. the trap...didn’t work. they almost killed me just like they’d killed everyone else. but i couldn’t stand to let them have my dust. so i, uh, kinda teleported into the core?”

“i must have passed out, because the next thing i knew i was waking up in this creepily comfortable bed next to you. this definitely isn’t in the underground i know, so, uh, mind filling me in on the rest?”

Trip signed to him about the void suddenly giving way to his floating body. He told him about the door appearing out of nowhere, and how, eventually, he had braved his way out, Kiks in hand. He told him about the other Sans, Toriel, Undyne - all the other monsters. He told him about the healing, about their new names, and, finally-

“wait. are you seriously trying to tell me we’re on the surface here? that’s...way too good to be true, g.uh, trip.”

-It’s true,- Trip signed with a smile, -I made them take me outside to check. We have a balcony here we can safely go out on. It’s enclosed on both sides and several stories up. Do you want to?-

Kiks leveled a look at him. “trip, are you seriously asking me if i want to see the surface? of course i do!” He pushed himself upright. Trip caught him before he could fall. He had been seriously injured. It wasn’t surprising that he would take a while to recover. “um...might have a problem here, trip. trip? trip, stop laughing at me!”

-I’m not,- Trip signed quickly, fitting it in between belly-shaking, glitched-sounding laughs, -I’m just laughing at myself. I should have known it wouldn’t be possible for you to walk just yet. Do you mind if I...carry you?-

The other skeleton bonked Trip’s forehead. “you’re not omniscient, dumbass. just pick me up and take me out already!”

Trip obliged, scooping his lover up in a comfortable embrace and slowly oozing over to the balcony. Kiks operated the handle and sighed when he saw the view outside. It was a beautiful, green park that stretched for miles. Trees of all sorts were scattered around a creek. Children were laughing and playing in the wet grass. Their voices floated up to Trip and Kiks, then floated further up into the colorful sky. Sunset was just beginning, and it was gorgeous.

Kiks didn’t breathe for a solid ten minutes while he took everything in. As skeletons they didn’t strictly need to breathe, but it was still a good habit. Trip was starting to get worried when Kiks let out a wild whoop and hugged Trip around the neck tight.

“it’s the surface! doc, doc! there’s clouds and everything! i didn’t know that the sky got this colorful. what’s it called?”

Trip smiled and set Kiks down in one of the chairs so he could talk. -It’s called a sunset. S-U-N-S-E-T. It’s caused by the light rays from the sun hitting the atmosphere at certain angles. These angles, when coupled with the crystalline nature of the upper atmosphere, create a rainbow of color. This color is always present at some arc in the sphere of the globe, but is constantly moving and changing in shade. There is a similar, although not identical, phenomenon known as sunrise. S-U-N-R-I-S-E. It happens on the other edge of night and day.-

Kiks smiled softly at him, his head in his hands. “you know you're really cute when you get all nerdy on me, doc?”

Trip blushed at that and coughed. Then he signed in a flippant way, -I’m just answering your question, Kiks.-

Kiks’ smile spread into a wide grin. “yeah, right, and i’m the queen of the underground. queen of the surface? what’s this toriel like, anyway? i know the one back home had a wicked sense of humor and a love of dust pie.”

-This one seems to be very much in everyone else’s business. I don’t know about her sense of humor, but it was hard to convince her to leave you to me. She’s one of those bossy healers who thinks magic is a substitute for time. You know how I feel about them,- Trip said with a shrug.

Kiks cocky grin was a relief for Trip to see. He’d always loved his boyfriend’s sense of humor. “do you want me to start planning a prank?”

Trip nodded, letting his own face split into a savage grin. -Oh, yes. Nothing too bloody, they seem to be very peaceful here, but she definitely deserves to get dunked on. Also, try not to let it trace back to you. I don’t know what the price for this apartment is going to be yet, and I really don’t want them adding onto it.-

Kiks cocky grin vanished. “fuck, trip, we’ve been through this. not everyone is like that. i’m not, my brother’s not, and i’m pretty sure that these people aren’t, either. if they are, well, we’ll deal with it. but try not to worry about it in the meantime. you’ll just get stressed.”

Trip sighed. -I know, I know, I just…-

Kiks stuck his tongue out at him. “no justs, just wills. you will put it out of your mind and explain those weird light things in the sky now. Are those buildings in sky?”

Trip looked up sharply. There, in the darkening sky, were the stars. He smiled and began to sign. -Those are the stars I’ve told you about so much, Kiks! Stars and planets, too. A planet is…-

#sanster #underfell sans #underfell gaster #underfell #geno run exiles fic #yastaghr

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Windfield Pass 12

Agnes regained consciousness to the feeling of glass bonking against her face.

Owl hovered over her, trying to force the vial of red painkiller down her throat, until she was suddenly snatched away. Agnes frowned. She was still in the cave, but she was lying on a soft bedroll. A fire was burning hot nearby. There were voices - crowded voices. Agnes couldn’t understand half the speech. Some were speaking English, some mutant tongues.

Agnes lifted her arm and examined it. It was tightly bandaged. Unless someone had dared to give her stitches, she would scar horribly. She couldn’t really bring herself to care.

She tried to sit up, propping herself up a bit at a time with her good arm.

“Agnes!” Owl hollered, squirming away from the mutant holding her. She launched herself into Agnes’s lap. “Agnes, Agnes, Agnes!”

“Where are we, Owl?” Agnes asked, groaning. “Where’s Selkie?”

“I’ll show you. Get up,” said Owl, as if that were the easiest thing in the world.

Owl pulled and pulled, until finally Agnes was on her feet. No one else seemed to have noticed her. People were going about their business in the caves, preparing food, washing clothes, travelling here to there. She thought she spied Hearth making the rounds among them.

Owl tugged her on through the crowd until Agnes found herself face to face with Selkie, alone.

“She’s mad at me,” Owl whispered.

Selkie didn’t look happy. She sat in the furthest, darkest corner of the giant cavern - though not so far away that she couldn’t keep a close eye on Agnes. She glowered at the ground over the tops of her knees.

“No, she’s not,” Agnes said matter-of-factly. “She’s mad at herself, or at me, but never you.”

“Okay,” said Owl.

Agnes approached her.

“So, which one is it? Is it me you hate?” Agnes said, dropping to sit beside her. Her knee popped as she went down, and she hissed softly.

Selkie lifted her head and shook it fiercely.

“You probably should. I led them to you. I betrayed you. Everyone here - they’re in danger too.”

Selkie shook her head again. She signed something complicated, quickly and sloppily, then frustratedly gave up halfway through.

“How’s your leg healing up? Can you walk on it?”

Selkie shrugged.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?”

Selkie spared a look at Agnes’s arm, then went right back to glowering at the floor.

“Oh, this? This is nothing. I owed you this for saving my life, and for putting yours in danger in return. You should have taken the whole thing for a snack.”

Selkie snarled at her - not angry, but hurt.

“...I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not funny.” Agnes bent forward and thought about kissing her on the cheek, or forehead. But she didn’t feel like playing the dottering old lady. It wouldn’t be honest. Not when her feelings were anything but maternal. “Selkie, you have my utter forgiveness. And I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”

Selkie leaned forward, bonking her forehead against Agnes’s, the very slightest smile curving over her teeth.

“Good,” said Agnes tightly. She felt young again for a few, fleeting seconds with Selkie breathing so close. “You know…I’m going to need to check in on you periodically, make sure that leg is healing up.”

Selkie drew her head back to give a questioning look, and Agnes felt the loss sorely. Owl crept around Selkie’s other side and lay down to rest her head in Selkie’s lap. Selkie rested one webbed hand over Owl’s hair, never drawing her gaze away from Agnes.

“I don’t think I’ll be welcome back in Windfield,” Agnes continued. “So I thought I might come here. I’m no expert in mutant medicine, but I’ve been treating Harehaven for years, and they’ve survived me.”

Selkie nodded enthusiastically.

“Would you take care of Owl when I travel? Until she’s old enough to learn the trade and come along?” The thought came to her like a lightning strike. Ben and Willa had wanted their daughter to have an education - and if Windfield wouldn’t provide it, why not Agnes? She would need to retire soon - sooner than she liked. She needed a protege. And as a doctor, Owl would never want for work. “Though I should talk to her parents - well, there’s no sense going back to Harehaven right now…”

Selkie interrupted her, clutching both her hands and squeezing them. Happy.

Agnes squeezed back.

“I know it’s not really my right to claim you…” she said, getting comfortable against the wall. “Do you think I’m needed here? I could medically train one of your own, instead. If you don’t think an outsider should....”

Owl jerked her head up, bashing the top of her head into Selkie’s chin. She hardly seemed to notice Selkie nursing her chin.

“Agnes, Agnes, you can stay here with me and Selkie, can’t you? Please?”

“Well - that’s what we’re talking about. I...I’m not really like you or Selkie. I’m not mutantkind. I might not be welcome to stay.”

“Why?”

Agnes furrowed her brow, struggling to find an answer. But Owl moved on too quickly.

“You can still stay here,” Owl insisted. “Even if you aren’t my family or Selkie’s family, that’s okay. You can become someone’s family by marrying them.”

Selkie signed something and cocked her head questioningly.

“You...can,” Agnes answered Owl, slowly. “However, I don’t know if… I don’t know enough about mutants. I don’t know if that would work.”

She was actually considering it. Owl had stumbled upon a very good point. If Selkie wanted Agnes to stay, and maybe she didn’t, but if she did, the mutants who lived here might have a way for outsiders to become naturalized. Not every place was Windfield.

Selkie signed her question again.

“Owl thinks we should get married,” Agnes said, and started to say more, but Selkie interrupted, signing the same question with a more exaggerated motion.

“Oh. Oh, what’s marriage?” Agnes said.

Owl bounced in Selkie’s lap excitedly. “It’s for having kids, I think, but even if you don’t have any kids, it’s still okay. And you have me, so I’ll pretend if you want, until I go home.”

Selkie sat up straighter and signed the question word (a palm turned up, a cock of the head), followed by a sign that Agnes recognized at once as overtly sexual. Agnes lunged forward and shielded Selkie’s hands from Owl’s view.

“Yes, yes, I think you’ve got it,” Agnes said, half in Selkie’s lap. “Owl would like to know if the, uh, the Collaboration has a way for me to stay with you, and if it would only be allowed if you and I… were involved.”

Selkie signed the question word again.

“Involved, married, partnered,” Agnes listed off, and seeing no change in Selkie’s face, she repeated the explicit sign Selkie had told her.

Selkie burst into silent laughter, and Agnes realized she was being teased. Agnes groaned and buried her head in her hands. The fluttering in her chest was unbearable. This was foolishness - Hearth knew her, and probably wouldn’t mind if she stayed, so long as she conducted herself respectfully. She didn’t have to marry Selkie. Probably. There were the feelings of the other members of the Collaboration to consider - they had to be close knit, sequestered in the mountains like this, and might need some proof that she was going to stick around.

Agnes picked her head back up and gave Selkie an appreciative look, thinking a mile a minute. If marrying a member of the mutant commune was the only way to secure her place there - to secure trust, as a doctor, it might be beneficial. Agnes was old enough that marriage to anyone else was unlikely, especially considering her transience. But on the other hand, she had only known Selkie for three or four days.

Selkie was giving her a funny look. Agnes didn’t want to read too much into it. But then Selkie pulled her up off the floor and into her lap, and signed the question word, followed by two hands clasped together - hers and Agnes’s.

Agnes paused.

“You remember I shot a gun at you, once?” Agnes said wryly, still holding Selkie’s hand. “It was a long time ago, but still.”

Selkie shrugged.

“You should really sleep on it. Just because I fixed your leg doesn’t mean you love me.”

Selkie jumped on that. She signed “I love you” very argumentatively, several times.

“Alright, alright, stop,” Agnes said, cupping her head in her hands. Selkie stopped arguing at once, and looked at Agnes seriously. Waiting.

Agnes thought about it. What was her interest in Selkie, anyway? Intellectual stimulation? The novelty of her? She considered the true terror she had felt for Selkie’s life - held it in the palm of her hand for a minute like a seedling ready to be planted. Agnes had only known Owl for four days, and she loved her, she would swear by it. Why not this stranger she had picked up along the way?

“This is purely a political marriage,” Agnes said stiffly. “But yes. I agree. It would be prudent.”

Selkie wrapped her arms around her, kissing the side of her face until Agnes finally had to push her away. She thought about it, then placed a kiss on the tip of Selkie’s nose.

“I always hated Windfield anyway,” she said, sighing contentedly. Though she would miss the Stone Stool, of all things. At some point in her travels, that halfway point between Windfield and Harehaven had become home.

Well, maybe it was time to move house.

Windfield Pass 11 || 10.1

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