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ratatoilett · 1 month ago

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episode title : the one where she suggests marriage (again)

nylu's note : excited to make this a mundane cutesy series of they're shenanigans omg!

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INT. SUKUNA'S APARTMENT - TUESDAY - 11:00 AM

at this point, sukuna has accepted that you are an unavoidable disaster in his life.

like an earthquake. or a tornado. or a really persistent telemarketer that keeps calling even when he explicitly tells them to stop.

he doesn't know when it happened. one day, you showed up. the next, you never left.

and the worst part? he let's you.

not without protest, of course. plenty of "get out before i throw you out," and "touch my stuff and you lose a hand," and "if you breathe near me while i'm eating, i will make sure you regret it."

none of which work.

because here you are, again, sitting on his couch, eating his chips, watching his TV—wearing his hoodie (at this point he doesn't even care how you got that in the first place).

you're kicked back, feet on the coffee table, and way too damn comfortable for someone who has been explicitly told to leave at least 500 times.

sukuna scowls.

"okay", you announce, popping another chip into your mouth. "new plan."

he doesn't even look up from his phone. "no."

"you didn't even hear it yet!"

"and yet, i already know it's gonna be fucking stupid."

you ignore him, as always. "hypothetically speaking, what if we got married?"

his head snaps up so fast you think he might've given himself whiplash.

"the hell did you just say?"

"i said—"

"i heard what you said," he growls, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. "the question is, why do you insist on making me suffer?"

you tilt your head, lips curling into a grin. "oh, so you admit the thought of being my husband affects you?"

"i admit that the thought makes me want to set myself on fire."

you hum, unbothered. "well, that's not a no."

sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. "explain. now."

"well," you begin, dramatically tossing a chip into your mouth, "if we got married, i'd finally have a legal excuse to annoy you forever."

"you don't need a legal excuse. you're already doing it."

you ignore that. "plus, think about it! you, me, joint bank accounts—"

"absolutely fucking not."

"—matching outfits—"

"i will end you."

"—and cute little pet names! i'd call you 'suku-bear'."

sukuna glares. "i will throw you off my balcony."

"come on! you'd have cute nicknames for me too."

he smirks, and for a second, you think you might've won.

then—

"yeah. it's 'nuisance.'"

you gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. "how dare you? i was going to give you my last name, and this is how you treat me?"

sukuna levels you with a flat look. "you break into my apartment on a daily basis. you eat my food. you talk too much. you leave your crap everywhere. i should be charging you rent."

"that's actually a great idea! hypothetically speaking, what if i just moved in permanently?"

sukuna exhales so hard you think he might combust. "get. out."

"but i brought dinner," you chirps, holding up a takeout bag. "your favorite."

silence.

a long, long, long silence.

"fine. you can stay."

you grin in victory, setting the food down on the table. "that's what i thought."

sukuna rolls his eyes, snatching the takeout bag like you might change your mind and steal it back. "for the record, i still hate you."

"for the record, you love me," you counter plopping down beside him. "and someday, hypothetically speaking, you'll admit it."

sukuna doesn't respond, too busy stuffing food into his mouth.

but later, when he thinks you're not looking, you catch it—

the way his eyes linger on you, soft in a way they never are with anyone else.

the way his finger twitch, like he wants to pull you closer but refuses to give in.

the way his lips curl just slightly at your stupid jokes, even as he scowls at you.

the way, when you eventually fall asleep on his couch (again), he doesn't wake you up.

he just sighs.

long. heavy. defeated.

then he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and tosses it over to you.

not gently, of course. that would be admitting things.

but he lingers. just for a second.

and when you mumble something in your sleep—something ridiculous, something about hypothetically marrying him—he just shakes his head.

because someday—someday—he's going to give in.

he already knows it.

and, damn you, so do you.

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landograndprix · 6 months ago

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➣ tired of all the negativity in this fandom so gonna treat myself with nothing but teeth rotting fluff ♡ big ass family so lots of OC's and just a heads up but really not a surprise coming from me but reader is like 4-5 years older so if that's not your thing, don't read. Fun fact, I don't proof read my stuff so enjoy the spelling mistakes <3

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imaginationlover101 · 4 days ago

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My Happy Ending

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: I told myself it didn’t matter. That Dean flirting with someone else wasn’t a big deal—not this time. But the truth? It broke something, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to walk away… or if he’d even notice if I did. But something was going to give—either my heart, or the silence between us.

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I was becoming tired of it. Watching Dean flirt with the busty diner waitress was making me sick. Seeing the way she completely folded over the table, the minute Dean mentioned her name made me want to jump over the table and straight for the door. But I knew that was kinda dramatic (but at this point, what did it matter?).

Sam watched me across the table as he sipped on his black coffee. Sam was always observant, maybe a little too much at times. But the way Sam looked at me right now, as if he was trying not to look my way, made the tears I tried so desperately to hide much harder.

Daisy was her name. Ugh, what an eye roll, I swear if she told the story to Dean again about how people called her Daisy because she had a touch as light as a feather, and her mother said she reminded her of a sunny day I'd barf. But who was I kidding? Maybe I was easedropping a little too much, but how could I help it when her agonizing laugh lingered longer with every word.

The two were standing too close to each other for my liking, at least. Dean's arm rested against the counter as he oogled at the apple pie (and probably the open buttons of "Daisys" blouse). I'm surprised my vision was crystal clear at the moment. Seeing as a few days ago, I could barely see a sign across the street.

I pushed my plate away. The eggs I had once enjoyed had now gone cold—like everything else in this heartbreaking diner. Dean was still standing at the counter, grin wide from ear to ear, a smile I thought was only reserved for me. Letting Daisy’s syrupy voice fill his ears, she twirled a piece of her hair and leaned a little too close.

I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, everything became too much.

"I’m gonna get some air," I muttered, my voice barely audible as I stood from the booth. I smoothed my hands over the navy shirt I had chosen to wear only because Dean said it was his favorite color on me, but who was I kidding? Was that another gimic, too?

Sam looked up from his coffee, brows knitting with concern. "Y/N—"

But I didn't bother to hear the rest. I was already gone.

The door swung closed behind me with the sound of a loving chime I might’ve once found charming. But now all that's left is just another reminder of what I wasn’t—a girl worth staying at the table for.

I leaned against the Impala. It was cool beneath my palms, steady, reliable. Everything Dean wasn't.

For a moment, I just stood there, breathing in the morning summer air like it could wash the ache away. But it stayed, only growing worse as it poked right under my ribs. Leaving a constant reminder of everything that I tried to hide.

I heard footsteps but I couldn't turn around. I almost expected it to be Dean, but it wasn't.

"You okay?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside me. He didn't crowd me. Just stood in front of me, blocking whatever sunlight was facing my way. Sam always stood taller than most, but hell, I could remember a time when we were both the same height. I'd never think there'd come a time when Sam Winchester would be comforting me, but now it seems that anything was possible.

"No," I said finally. "But I will be."

Sam nodded tenderly like he already knew. The sun grew brighter behind him, projecting a summer glow to his appearance. I longed to feel the heat of the sunshine in some way to sorta wake me up from this mess, but right now, everything felt cold.

"You don’t have to keep pretending you’re fine Y/N. You’re allowed to not be okay with the way he looks at other girls. How he treats them when your around."

I let the silence stretch between us. Sam’s words weren’t cruel. They were honest. That’s what made them sting.

"I thought he was different," I said. "With me at least."

Sam’s voice was soft. "Maybe he is. But he’s still Dean. And Dean... he doesn’t always know how to deal with what scares him."

"And I scare him?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. It was pathetic really.

"Yes, of couse you do Y/N," Sam placed a hand across his face in a testing matter, taking a deep breath out. "Because you matter."

Just then, the door opened again, and I turned my head before I could stop myself.

There he was in all his glory, before I knew it my eyes were placed right on his before I could turn away

Dean glanced between Sam and I, frown already forming on his face. Fixing the collar of his jacket Dean starts coming our way. "What’s going on?"

I straightened my back, throwing my hair behind my shoulder. Everything was fine, I was just being dramatic. At least that's what I had to tell myself in order from losing it all. My hands were clenched as I slowly placed them down by my sides. "Nothing. I'm just clearing my head."

Dean’s sighs taking a step closer as he tears his eyes away from Sam and fully onto me now. "Y/N-"

"No," I cut him off. "Don’t do that. Don’t say my name like"

Sam gives me a silent nod before slowly slipping inside, making that stupid chime go off once again. It was just the two of us now.

Dean shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, squinting at the sun made it's way closer. Turning around, he waits until Sam is fully inside the diner to speak. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Me! You mean besides watching you flirt your way through every woman with a name tag?" I snapped, well I wasnt expecting that to come out. "Or maybe you’re wondering why I’m not just sitting quietly and pretending it doesn’t feel like being gutted every time you look at someone else like they’re the only person in the room."

Dean eyes widen, he looked stunned. Like I’d just hauled off and punched him right in the gut. He was quiet for a moment, a moment too long because after awhile I began to walk away. But before I could make a move Dean lighty grabbed my wrist pulling me right next time him. Right smack in front of him so that his attention wasn't on anything except me.

"Sunshine I wasn’t—"

"Yes, you were-." My voice cracked for a second, and it felt like couldnt breathe. How was I supposed to tell the boy I've known since I was a teenager I was in love with him "-you were. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe that’s who you are. But I can’t keep waiting for you to notice that this is something more. I don't want to be a backup Dean".

He took a step toward me, but I didn’t move. His eyes widen in a way he didnt realize and for a moment I almost wanted to step close, but I never did. "Y/N..I never meant to hurt you," he said quietly.

"But you did," I whispered my eyes teared and I knew I had to look away. "Over and over. And maybe that's the worst part—how easy it is for you to pretend like it doesn't matter."

The wind blew through the parking lot, and Dean still didn’t say a thing. I waited for a response watching for any emotion in those big green eyes I had once loved, but nothing changed.

So I turned. I started walking.

For the first time in 10 years I walked away, and this time Dean didn't follow

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I didn’t get that far. Just down the street, besides I knew that Sam would panic the minute Dean told him I walked away.

For a moment I didn't realize how far I walked. I had pasted the places I was excited to vist as we drove into the town, but now that all seemed like a far fetched idea. The distance between the two of us was good. I needed a moment to reflect on my thought.

I found myself at a cozy Cafe, a totally difrent vibe from the so called "diner" I had ate at moments ago. There was no agonizing bell, or overly flirty waitress at the counter. The Cafe was tiny and charming everything I so desperately seeked in a moment like this.

After ordering myself a latte, I stepped outside finding comfort in the outdoor seating. The hot drink kept me warm as the sun slowly started to set.

I didn’t expect to hear the familiar growl of bootsteps on rocky pavement.

But neverless there they were.

“Y/N—” His voice was rough, not as confident as he normally was. Like if he wasn’t sure if he deserved to say my name or not right now.

I didn’t turn around, just kept my back faced to his body as I sipped on my comfort drink. Sighing I rubbed my eyes (trying to hide myself from the fact that I could cry at any given moment). “You should be inside. Your pie’s probably getting cold.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t try to put on a smile.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were... ” he said.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t try very hard to make me feel like I was anything at all.” I finally turned to face him. His eyes—green, full of a thousand apologies he didn’t know how to say—met mine. I didnt know what to think as I looked at those eyes, and the memories they held.

“I flirt,” he said an octive higher. Dean opens his arms in a wide stance like he was confessing a sin to the sky. “I joke, and you know why I do it because I push people away because it’s easier than getting hurt.”

"And what about me?" I asked, leaving my coffee on the wooden table I begin to stand up. "What do I get to be in that equation? The girl who keeps forgiving you while you hand pieces of yourself to strangers?"

“No,” he said quickly. Dean sighs running a hand through his hair as he tilts his head to the sky once again. His eyes meet mine for a moment again before he begins to speak in a only a whisper him and I could hear.. “You’re not just anyone Y/N. You never were.”

I stared at him, waiting—for once—for more than just words. For something real.

Dean stepped closer, slow, deliberate. “You know what, you scare the hell out of me,” he admitted, pointing a finger in my way. “Because when I’m with you, I feel like I’m not just surviving anymore. I feel like... maybe I could have something good. Something real. And I’ve never let myself have that. Not once.”

He paused, breathing hard like the words were heavier than he meant them to be. “But I can’t do this halfway anymore. I won’t.”

My eyes squint, head tilting in confusion as my heart hammered against my ribs, but Dean was still here and he didn't stop.

“I love you.” The words dropped like thunder between us. “I’ve loved you longer than I’ve had the guts to say it. And I’ve messed it up, I know that. But I swear to God, Y/N, you’re the only thing that feels right. The only thing I want.”

I froze.

Not because I didn’t feel the same—but because I’d waited so long to hear those words, I wasn’t sure they were real.

“You... you love me?” I asked, almost breathless. The air was cold and my brain was foggier then before. Dean Winchester loves me? Dean Winchester loves me!

Dean gives a small, lopsided smile—uncertain, but hopeful. Tilting his head down towards mine he faces his eyes against mine. “Yeah. I do. It’s always been you.”

I just stared at him, all the anger and heartbreak dissolving under the weight of his confession. My voice caught in my throat. I wasn’t ready for that—not the way he said it. Not with that soft, wrecked look in his eyes that made it impossible to doubt him.

“I—Dean, I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered.

He chuckled nervously, a cheesy grin forming on his lips. "Kinda hoping you'd say something like... you love me back. Or maybe just kiss me before, you know I pass out from panic".

A slow smile tugged at my lips as I stepped into his space, fingers reaching up to brush the side of his jaw.

“You’re such an idiot,” I said, voice cracking with emotion. “But yeah... I love you too. You absolute mess of a man.”

He exhaled like I’d just brought him back to life. Leaning his head against mine he stared into my eyes. Never in my life did I think I'd be standing with Dean Winchester eye to eye. But there I was.

Slipping my hands around his neck, I kissed Dean—finally— and for once in my life it finally sememed like everything was going my way.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate or messy or built on everything we’d been running from. It was slow, deliberate—like he needed to memorize the feel of me, like he didn’t want to mess it up now that I was finally his.

When we pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, breath warm between us.

“God,” he murmured, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

I smiled, fingers still curled into the lapel of his jacket. “Well, for the record, you’re a pretty good kisser for someone who’s been too busy ignoring his feelings.”

He chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and for a second it was music to my ears. “You bring it out of me, sweetheart.”

He tugged me into a hug, arms wrapping around me like he finally realized how easily I could’ve slipped through his fingers—and how he had no intention of letting me go again.

We slowly made our way back at the motel, Sam was sat at the the kitchen table with a grin that said it all. Dean and I walked, coffee and pastries in our hand. We joined Sam at the table eating and drinking in silence, we didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to.

Later on that night Dean tossed me one of his flannels—soft, warm, and cologne that smelled just like him. Sam was asleep on bed next falling asleep mere hours ago. Dean lowers the TV before making his way over to me, and just like that, I was wrapped in him, in the warmth he only ever showed when he let his walls down.

We curled up on the bed together, his arm around my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. The TV was on, but neither of us was listening. Pressing a kiss to my temple he begins to whisper, “You know, this... this could be our new normal.”

Staring up at him I glint “Are you suggesting snuggling in cheap motels after every hunt??” I teased.

Grinning against my skin, he presses a kiss to my ear. “Exactly that.”

For once, there were no secrets. No half-truths. Just me and Dean. And the soft, steady rhythm of something that felt a hell of a lot like forever.

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magicalqueennightmare · 8 months ago

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Things Change

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This started as a drabble about Daryl wanting to know where the rest of your tattoos are....it became this. Enjoy

Warnings: Violence, cursing, slightly suggestive at the end

"Flirtationship" that's what Maggie called whatever was between you and Daryl. You weren't sure what to call it. One minute it seemed like he was near admitting something then he'd shut back down. You knew you were friends but then there were times he'd get jealous when some of the transplants from Woodsbury would talk to you too long or get a little snippy if you went on a run with someone else. You knew one thing for certain, you weren't breaking first.

You slowly walked through the abandoned store, careful of every step you took. Michonne was two aisles over and Daryl was somewhere under the same roof. So far the three of you had gotten lucky, only two walkers had been hiding within the shadows of the old Piggly Wiggly.

This run had gone pretty well. You'd worked on the supply list for Hershel and had picked up pretty much everything actually.

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You made it to the end of the aisle and Michonne stood there with a mischievous looking grin and her hand behind her back "What ya got?" You asked and she pulled her hand out to reveal two protein bars "The last two peanut butter ones"

You took one with a little giggle of delight. As the two of you tore into the treats you heard Daryl's footsteps behind you before he said "You sound like a damn chipmunk girl" you glanced over your shoulder at him "Don't be mad cause you didn't get one"

He stepped up close enough his chest was tight against your back. With one hand on your hip he leaned down and whispered in your ear "I could always do this" and before you could ask what he'd reached around you with his other hand and snapped a piece of the protein bar off and popped it into his mouth.

You gasped dramatically "Daryl Dixon! Stealing from a helpless woman" he shook his head "Woman, yeah. Helpless? hell no, you ain't.

Michonne shook her head and laughed "Did both of you finish your lists?" You nodded and Daryl did too so She waved towards the door "Lets get back"

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The three of you walked together back towards the front of the store and passed a still intact magazine rack. You stopped to examine a tattoo one.

As you flipped through Michonne leaned over your shoulder looking as well. "There's some nice ink in here" you commented and she shrugged "I like your tattoos myself" Daryl looked from you to her "The rose on her arm?"

Michonne cut her eyes at you, a slight smirk working its way onto her face then shook her head "No, her other ones" "Other ones?" Daryl asked with a raised eyebrow so you tossed the magazine down and quickly changed the subject to needing to get back to the prison before everyone started worrying about the three of you.

You didn't miss how Daryl's eyes flicked across your body like he was trying to figure out where you were hiding the other tattoos, causing a trail of heat to raise across your skin as if his touch had followed his eyes but eventually he nodded "Yeah, let's get going"

A few days later you were helping Carol cook in the center of the yard and felt more than heard someone walk up behind you even before a smile worked its way onto her face. "Hey Daryl" you spoke without turning around.

She looked a little more than amused because you'd told her about the whole him questioning the location of your other tattoos thing. He bumped your shoulder with his "Wanna get out the fence for a while? Was gonna go hunt"

You cut your eyes at Carol and she nodded "I've got it covered" you turned your head slightly to look at Daryl who was standing close enough to your back he was nearly touching you "I'm gonna go grab my bow and my gun. Meet ya at the gate?" He nodded so you turned to walk off.

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Daryl watched you walk away then looked back at Carol who was watching him with a grin. "What?" She shook her head "Nothing. You're kinda obvious though"

"About what?" She shook her head again and went back to turning the food. He stood there for a minute and considered just walking off but ever since you and Michonne had mentioned your other tattoos the thought hadn't left his mind just where those other tattoos were. He shouldn't he thinking this hard about it.

"Carol.." he started but she cut him off "Yes, I know where all her tattoos are. No, I'm not telling you. And the thing you're obvious about is that you're head over heels for her and can't figure out how to approach it. She won't bite, well i mean she might if you ask her to"

"I didn't...I'm not..." he stammered, feeling his face warm but about that time he heard your voice echo across the yard "DAMMIT DIXON. DON'T KEEP A WOMAN WAITING"

Carol looked back at him and started laughing at the look on his face "Go catch up with her. You and me both know she'll go out on her own" "Yeah, I'll catch ya later" he mumbled before heading towards the gate where you stood with your bow over your shoulder.

So far the only thing you and Daryl had managed was a half dozen squirrels, two rabbits and to kill four walkers.

You were walking shoulder to shoulder with him, careful of every step to avoid unnecessary noise. You could feel his eyes on you every now and then but assumed it was the usual "making sure you're walking right" watching.

"Think we'll luck out and find bigger game or should we just try finding a few more rabbits then head back?" You asked, turning to face him and nearly ran right into his chest.

His bow was in his right hand so his left went to your hip to steady your footing "We can make another loop to check for deer tracks" he answered and you nodded slowly, a little too focused on how tightly his hand was gripping you and on how fast your heart had started beating when he'd grabbed you there.

You took a step back making his hand fall away, readjusting your own bow in your grip "Yeah. Let's get on it"

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He hadn't missed the way your eyes had got wider when he'd grabbed your hip so your footing wouldn't slide. This thing between the two of you was getting harder to deny.

You took a few steps ahead of him then looked back "ya coming?" He nodded "Yeah, I'm coming" the two of you continued your way through the woods, looking for any movement that could bring meat to the prison.

There was one particular transplant from Woodsbury that was on very thin ìce with Rick. Like one complaint and you were fairly certain he'd catch a bullet and get thrown to the walkers at the gate.

Francis Martin. He was a lawyer pre fall and apparently still considered himself better than other people. Even Hershel wasn't too particularly fond of him. What was worse? He was misogynistic as hell.

He couldn't understand why Rick had so many women in the group that he trusted and respected the way he did you, Michonne, Maggie and Carol. Beth was luckily still young enough to be under his radar a bit.

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You and Maggie were working with a few of the women from Woodsbury. Some of them had no knowledge of self defense or basic weapon training so you were doing what you could.

Glenn had of course volunteered if the two of you needed someone to show how to fight with. He was slightly taller than Maggie and had a few inches on you.

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You were showing one woman how to tuck her hand to throw a punch when you heard someone laugh and looked up to see Francis leaned against the wall watching. "Something funny Martin?" He waved a hand around "This"

You saw Glenn out the corner of your eye and shook your head slightly. As much as you loved Glenn for being protective you didn't need a man coming to your rescue because he'd never back off. You took a step towards Francis "What's funny about it? Your governor never taught them self defense or weapons training. We're trying to help them have a chance at surviving"

He pushed off the wall and took a step towards you "Women teaching women survival. It's a joke honey" you felt yourself bristle at him calling you honey. "I haven't seen you lift a damn finger to help anything. You haven't taken a guard shift, haven't helped the farming section, you damn sure don't hunt. You don't clean the kills. You don't cook. You don't help with laundry. You don't help with the water supply. You don't help with the solar panels we scavenged. What do you do?"

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You could feel a crowd growing and knew Glenn had more than likely summoned Rick or went in search of him but you weren't taking your eyes off the sorry excuse for a man in front of you. "And you do so much? I always see you hanging off Dixon" he spat and without thinking you swung, connecting a solid punch to his jaw. He staggered a bit then spit out a mouthful of blood "You're gonna regret that you little bitch"

"Make me regret it" He recovered and swung, landing a punch to your jaw. It was a solid hit but not hard. You'd been hit a helluva lot harder. You spit the little blood it caused from your teeth slicing your lip out "That was weak"

You kicked out and it connected with his knee. He went down and you started to walk off but heard one of the women Alice scream for you to watch out. You side stepped the knife in enough time it just barely grazed your arm.

You jumped back out of his arm's reach, a shocked laugh escaping you "A fucking knife? Really" you heard Rick's voice but didn't move your eyes off the threat. "RICK, THIS FUCKING MANIAC IS TRYING TO KILL ME"

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Rick appeared over your shoulder "Francis put the knife down and you might walk away from this" "Not before I kill that bitch" Francis seemed like he was fucking possessed, the fragility of the male ego mixed with the stress of the apocalypse?

"Fair enough" you heard Daryl's voice right before a crossbow bolt landed dead center of Francis' left eye.

He dropped like a rock. Rick grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him "Are you ok?" You nodded "I'm fine" his eyes raked across your body before landing on your bleeding arm "He cut you" you shook your head "Barely a graze"

He leveled you with a look so you sighed "I'll go see Hershel" he nodded "Good girl" then looked around "It's getting late. Everyone head inside. Me and Daryl will clean up"

You cut your eyes at Daryl who looked from your split lip to your arm. "You good?" You nodded "Asshole just caught me off guard with the knife and trying to make sure he didn't hurt anyone else"

Rick nodded "We need to reevaluate everyone from Woodsbury" you shook your head "he was the only weakling. It's solid now" both men studied you for a moment then nodded "Go get stitched up then head to bed" Rick said and you nodded "Yes sir" then headed inside.

Once you headed inside Rick looked at Daryl "Are you good?" "Yeah" Daryl answered quickly but Rick wasn't buying it that easily. He'd seen the anger in his friend's eyes when Francis had threatened you, mixed with how little hesitation he'd had with putting him down with the entire yard filled with people.

Rick studied him for moment before speaking again "I missed it too. I'm just as guilty for her getting hurt" when Daryl didn't say anything he added "Why don't you go talk to her when we get through here?"

Daryl finally looked up at that, "About what?" Rick raised an eyebrow "You didn't hesitate. Nothing would've stopped you from putting him down. Not because he was dangerous to everyone here but because he was threat to her directly. That means something. I think it's time you two figure out what"

Daryl just grunted in reply before kicking Francis' body "Lets get this asshole out"

You finally made it into your cell and collapsed across the cot. Your mind was going a little too much for your liking.

After you'd gotten cleaned up you'd made your way to Hershel for stitches. While you'd been sitting on top of the table in the main area people had started trickling in. First it was your group. Carl and Beth with Judith in tow. Then Michonne and Carol, ever the protectors they were. Then came Glenn and Maggie.

Your group hadn't affected you. You were family which meant you were used to all of you checking on each other if an injury happened.

What bothered you was the Woodsbury women. The ones who talked about Francis. How uncomfortable he'd made them. Comments and actions you hadn't noticed. You shouldn't shoulder the burden alone, it was the apocalypse but you felt responsible because like it or not too much of your attention had been on Daryl and the question of what were the two of you.

The guilt of if Francis had hurt someone was unbearable. You knew you had to talk to Daryl, lay your cards on the table and let them fall where they may but that didn't mean you had to like it.

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You were half asleep when you heard a light tap on the bars. Your eyes flew open and your knife was in your hand before your brain caught up completely.

You recognized the shadow outside your cell immediately and relaxed, leaning up to lay your knife on the top bunk "Come in Daryl" you said it loud enough he could hear you but still low enough to not disturb anyone else.

He pushed the door of your cell open then pushed past the orange shower curtain you'd scavenged a while back for privacy. He pulled the cell door closed behind him then leaned against the wall just inside the door.

"How ya feeling?" He asked, eyes going to your arm where it still rested half across your face. You ran a finger down the bandage "Ten stitches. Hershel gave me the usual aftercare of keep em as clean as possible, change my bandages and when to take em out"

He nodded slowly as you sat up then scooted back so your back was against the wall then you patted the bed next to you "Cmon Dixon. Sit down" he laid his crossbow down next to your bow then sat down next to you, ducking his head.

Once he was through moving around in a bid to get comfortable you saw his hand reach out for your injured arm so you let him take it. His fingers lightly grazed the bandage "You kicked his ass even before I showed up" you laughed lightly despite the guilt you felt and leaned your head over on his shoulder "Yeah, thanks for that by the way" he nodded, "I got your back. Always"

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After a moment he tucked you under his chin and you wanted nothing more than to curl up against him and ignore the guilt, the conversation that needed to happen but you couldn't.

"Daryl, he'd been harassing the Woodbury women. Worse than I realized" "That ain't your fault" he offered but you shook your head "I've been distracted"

He pulled back to look down at you "You ain't never gotten distracted easy" you stared at him for a moment then felt the tips of your ears warm. Was he that oblivious?

"Hell I only swung first because he said all I do is hang off you" at that Daryl laughed "Carol says I follow you around" you laughed lightly. His hand came up to brush your hair back from your face and your heart flipped in your chest. "You take care of everyone you can as much as you can. Don't feel guilt for what that asshole did"

You swallowed hard then smiled "I'll try not to" you hadn't realized you'd been staring into each other's eyes until Daryl shook his head and looked away "Ya want me to let you get some sleep?" "No" you replied without thinking and it was nearly comical how fast his eyes came back to yours.

You shrugged "I like being around you. I feel comfortable and safe" he nodded and you thought that was all would be said until he asked "That all it is?" And you were stunned with the forwardness from Daryl of all people "No, it's not" you admitted and he smiled "Good. Cause that's not all it is for me either"

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You laughed and started to lay your head back over before a thought occurred to you, "Still curious about the tattoos?" His smile turned into a smirk "Yeah?"

You climbed off the cot, Daryl watching you carefully. You took your boots off and set them next to the bed and when you unzipped your jeans, the look in his eyes made your stomach do that little flutter thing. You slid your jeans down off your hips and laid them on the top bunk leaving you in just your panties and tshirt.

You were nervous because you liked Daryl. He was one of your closest friends and how you felt about him well honestly you were fairly certain you hadn't ever had feelings like that for anyone even before the world ended. You weren't a blushing virgin either though.

He was quiet for a moment then moved up to the edge of the cot and held a hand out. You took his hand and he used it to pull you to him "Can I?" He asked and you nodded.

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Daryl watched as you slipped your jeans off, the moment your legs were free of the denim the ink came into view. It started at your hip and ran down the full length of your right leg down to your ankle, twisting and turning. Vines, roses and different flowers decorated your skin along with a few other designs hidden that blended in.

It was gorgeous and fit you well. He moved up to the edge of the cot and reached a hand for you, hoping like hell you'd take it and when you did he pulled you to him. "Can I?" He asked, nodding towards your leg and you nodded so he leaned forward letting his fingers trace across the patterns inked into your skin "Why ya been hiding this?"

"Even in the Georgia heat shorts aren't really practical" you replied, resting your hands on his shoulders as he explored the tattoo further. When his thumb brushed a little higher on your thigh a light sigh escaped you and he grinned to himself. Did he really have that effect on you?

He looked up at you and you smiled "Whend ya get em?" "Eighteenth birthday. Got in a pretty bad wreck at fifteen. Dad was driving and walked away without a scratch. I had four surgeries and pins in my leg which left lots of scars. He felt like shit because he ran a red"

He nodded slowly, fingers still trailing across your leg "Looks good" you smiled again "Thank you" he leaned forward and let his lips just barely brush against the rose that was on the bend on your hip, nearly hidden under your panty line and you sucked in a harsh breath "Daryl"

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You knew he was doing it on purpose when he looked up at you "Somethin wrong?" "So we're doing this? Us?" You asked and he nodded "If you want it, I do" you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth chewing on it and saw the look in his eyes. He was as turned on as you were. "We'll have to be quiet"

He grinned "We can try but the kids are upstairs at least" you started to roll your eyes but he leaned up to press another kiss to your leg, this one a little higher and you gasped "Damn you Daryl" he laughed against your skin "You can cuss me all you want woman as long as you keep saying my name like that"

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cloudyzeusy · 1 year ago

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Not quite what they seem ||

pairing: aomine x top male reader

warnings: sex in school,role reversal

Popular! Aomine who everyone expects to be this tough and super masculine guy. Yet they don't know he bottoms for the quiet nerdy guy that people barely pay attention to. They don't that (name) has a big ass cock and knows how to use it nor that he is fucking handsome and funny as hell.

But Aoimine does and thats why he dating him after all...

When his friends spot him pulling (name) into the bathroom they all assume he's being bullied. When thats far from the truth.

"Hurry up (name)." Daiki groaned helping him pull his trousers down faster.

"I''ve never seen you this desperate for my cock before." I grinned making Daiki glare at him.

"Shut u-." He began to say it would have been more threatening if he currently wasn't being fingered.

I inserted another finger scissoring him open curling your fingers hitting his prostrate making him moan out loud.

"please~ please more." He whispered cock leaking and i obliged i couldnt act like i couldnt wait to get inside his perfect ass.

He leaned on the stall as he waited in bated breath as i eased into him filling him up completely and shit did he feel so good around me. I couldn't hold myself back before grabbing his waist fucking into him.

"Augh fe-feels so good." He moans as he gets fucked harshly.

"You're meant for this aren't you. Meant to be a little cocksleve for me." I grunted spanking him eliciting a squeal out of him.

"yes~ mhm m' gonna cum p-please"

"Already? Whats the point of that cock if I dont even have to touch it to make you cum, huh?" I smirked watching as he flushed in humiliation squeezing around me. "come for me baby." I whispered in his ear slowly stroking his cock.

His body tenses up as he complies to my orders cumming hard he lay there limp in my arms not expecting me to continue thrusting.

"Sto-stop (name) i just came." He whined i paid him no mind as i chased my orgasm. He withered only moans coming out of his mouth as I used his body as a ragdoll.

My thrusts became more sloppy as I orgasmed filling him up pulling one more orgasm out of Daiki. I panted as I wiped my self down coming down from my high fixing my glasses.

I looked down at my boyfriend who looked a treat drool on his face, his pupils blown and hair a mess. I would go for another round if we wasn't at school.

I cleaned him up as best I could I'm a school bathroom and he let me with no argument. He was always more quiet after sex which was a good change from his usual boisterous attitude.

We may have to have sex at school more often...

They left the bathroom not knowing that Daiki's friends heard everything and would never look at him the same.

And if Daiki walked with a limp the rest of the day they definitely didn't say anything...

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episodes-ff · 6 months ago

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Strong Man

Happy Veterans Day, y'all! As a daughter and niece of veterans, I wanted to give you all a little treat. Especially after remembering Jacob was in fact in a military movie and Aaron plays a former military man. Also Reggie and Terry are Marine Corps men so why not have him join the fold. Enjoy!!!!

P.S. This is just a one-off where Armando always knew his father and joined the Marine Corps with his friends Terry and Reggie instead of leading the cartel...

Armando

Finishing the final strides to my barracks, I came back one last time to say goodbye to my family. "Ohhhh! He's growing so fast!" My uncle Marcus wailed sniffling into his tissue as my dad and I shook our heads. "Will you quit your nonsense, Marcus?" "I can't help it, Mike. He was just a little baby on your hip, now he's going to the Marines." He cried more and more as he suffocated me into a hug. "Don't you have your own family to say goodbye to?" I asked pointing out his daughter and wife as they hugged her boyfriend, Reggie." "Damn, Reggie! You're my nephew, man. I'm gonna miss you."

Chuckling, I hugged him before turning my attention over to my dad. "C'mere, man." He smiled on the verge of tears as he pulled me into a warm hug. "You're not turning soft on me are you, old man?" "I see you got jokes, son. This old man can still whoop yo lil Mexican ass." He chimed as we laughed together. Patting my back, he held my forehead to his and smiled. "I'm proud of you, son." "Thank you, papa. That means the world to me." Giving out all the last hugs and kisses I could afford, I dapped up Reggie before we grabbed our duffle bags and headed inside to start our new lives.

**MONTHS LATER**

Dapping up my boys, Terry and Reggie, I strapped on my gear as we chattered about our plans for the night on the way to our dorms. "So run it by me again, man? What's the plans?" "We hitting the bar on McIntosh in downtown. You in, Reggie?" "Nahhh, not tonight guys. I'm taking a visit to my lady." Reggie said holding his hands up in defense as we groaned. "Ohhhh, baby girl got you pussy whipped, huh?" Terry jibed while he nodded. "Aye, that's my wife you talking about. And yea, I like spending time with my baby." "Awwww, your babyyyy. Answer me this? When you gone make an honest woman outta Megan? It’s been long enough, bro." I said recounting when they met. "If she'll take me, hell tonight." He smirked flashing us the bright ring he had stored in his duffle. "Ohhhh shit! Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about." Tee hooted as I smiled. "Tryna tell you young bucks, you gotta find the woman for you and her an honest one." "Young buck? Bro, we're the same age." "Hey, I'm just saying." "Whatever, man. Tell us how it goes." "Gotcha gotcha."

Throwing on my shirt, I threw on my watch and chain before hitting myself a couple times with cologne and grabbing my phone and wallet. Headed up to Terry's dorm, I sent a few raps to the door before waiting for his arrival. Watching him come out, I frowned my brows before laughing. "Bro, what the fuck do you have on?" I questioned analyzing his choice of attire. "Hey, what can I say? The ladies love coming to the gun show." He boasted pumping his swollen biceps as I shook my head. "Whatever, dickhead, let's go."

Pulling up to the club, we parked valet before heading in and taking our place at the bar. Ordering a couple beers, we waltzed over to the pool tables as we each scoped the scenery around us. Bumping my head to the music, I stopped squinting my eyes as they landed on this beautiful woman sitting at a booth with her friend. "Aye, I'll be right back." I said leaving Terry as I headed over. "I see ya, boy!" He hooted surrounded by thirsty women. Walking over, I stopped just behind her as friend looked up and smiled. "Well, hi there!" "How are you ladies tonight?" I said putting on the charm as she turned to fully face me. Gorgeous was an understatement with this one. "My name is Armando, and you are?" "My name is Laila and this is my girl, Diamonté." "Diamonté, huh? That's a very unique name." "Why thank you. I can say the same for you, Armando." "Oh can you?" I smirked eyeing her lustfully as I smoothly brought her hand up to my lips.

Terry

Watching my boy work his magic, I cheesed before bringing my attention back to the ladies surrounding me. "You said you're in the Navy, right?" "Marines, little mama." I flirted tapping her chin as she flushed red. "So is that how you got such big arms?" "Nah, I been working out long before I joined. Want me to demonstrate, baby?" Nodding nervously, I smiled a devilish grin before whisking her up into my arms and hitting some bicep curls as she giggled with her friends. Setting her down, I cheesed as they all flirtatiously offered their numbers.

Heading out of the bar with Armando in tow, we drove back up to base and signed in before heading up to our rooms for curfew. Whipping off my sweaty and smelly clothes, I tossed em in the laundry basket before taking another shower. Coming out, I let the steam wrap me in a warm embrace as I looked down at my phone to see if I had any missed notifications. Seeing none from the one girl I actually wanted to talk to, I clenched my jaw as I logged into Facebook. Smiling at the memories of old friends and family as they updated on their current lives, I tapped the search bar and smoothly typed her name. Watching her page come up at the top of the search as it always did, I tapped her profile breathing a ragged breath as an image of her with another man shadowed my view. Clearing my throat, I shook my head quickly logging out before tossing my phone to the side and laying down on my pillow. I can talk to all the girls in the world, it'll never compare to her.

Y'all the outpouring of love I've been receiving is truly heartwarming. I had truly given up on writing after the mishaps with my other stories and you guys are giving me the push to continue 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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julieee404 · 7 months ago

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Kinktober day seventeen!!

Treating you right

❥ Cheating, Stepcest, Semi-public ❥ Draco Malfoy

POV: Your boyfriend and you were going out on a date, but just like he normally did, he completely stood you up. Draco picked you up from the restaurant pissed at how bad he's treating you. He decides to show you how you should instead be treated.

Trigger warnings: Stepcest, brother-sister kink, Semi-public sex, P in V, Swear words

It's been an hour and he still isn't here. This has been happening way more often lately, Mason kept being late for all of our dates, and that was if he even showed up.

While forcing back tears I debated if I was gonna wait any longer or if I should call Draco and ask him to pick me up. My best friend had to go into town so I drove with her, and since Mason would bring me home I didn't have any way to get back home myself.

Well, the cab was an option but I've watched way too much true crime documentaries to do that.

I grabbed my phone and dialled Draco.

"What now sis?" He asked in a neutral tone "Uhm can you come pick me up? Mason stood me up again.

I immediatly felt a shift in his demeanor and his voice became harder and had a dangerous tone "He did what again? fucking hell sis, he doesn' t treat you right, be there in 10." He hung up the phone.

It was starting to grow dark and cold while I was waiting for Draco to arrive.

After ten minutes just like he said his car pulled up at the restaurant and he opened the door for me "Get in." I quickly sat down and closed the door sighing in relief at the warmth of the car.

Draco started driving us back home. I looked over at him and his hands were white from how hard they were gripping the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched and he had a dark angry glare on his face.

"I'm sorry but I didn't want to call a cab." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm not mad at you sis, just mad at that fuck that calls himself your boyfriend. He's not treating you right."

I sighed and nodded "I know, I know." Draco kept ranting all the way home about how bad he was and how awful he was treating me.

When we arrived home he looked at me "You know what, I'll show you how you're supposed to be treated." I looked at him confused. He was my brother after all. My stepbrother but still.

Draco got up and walked to my side of the car, opening the door for me and guiding me out of the car before closing the door and locking his car.

He lifted me up bridal style and entered the house "I'm gonna make you cum little sis" He said with a grin which made me blush. "That fucker never tried to make you cum did he." Draco hissed although he already knew the answer.

I nodded, it was true. Mason was always focused on getting himself off, never me. It also always burned a bit.

Draco threw me down on the couch and with a flick of his wand both of us were naked. "Dray this is wrong, you're my brother."

"Stepbrother," He said correcting me, "We're not related by blood so it's fine little sis."

I watched him as he walked up to me and grabbed my ankles pulling me forward so my hips were at the edge of the sofa and I was lying on my back.

He moved over me and gave me a kiss quickly slipping his tongue inside of me. The second his fingers rubbed over my clit I forgot how wrong this actually was.

He continued to rub my clit, focused purely on making me feel good. His mouth moved down to my breasts and he sucked on my nipples. Stimulating me more.

He slipped two fingers inside of me pushing me over the edge, not used to this much pleasurable stimulation. "Ready for my cock little sis?" Draco asked me when I came back down from my high.

I nodded "Yea yeah yeah please need my brother's cock" I whined wanting to feel more of the pleasure he just gave me.

Draco smirked and lined up with my entrance, "Then that's what you'll get " he said slamming home.

I let out a scream at the sudden intrusion and my walls clenched around him making him groan. "Fuck you're so tight" He groaned into my ear.

He started pounding into me making me moan loudly. He quickly covered my mouth with his hand and spoke while still pounding into me "Shhh sis, Mom and Dad are upstairs."

My eyes widened in surprise and I whimpered. He smirked and sped up his pace.

I closed my eyes and focused on the immense pleasure he was giving me, not used to it at all.

He changed his angle and hit my G-spot perfectly making me let out a scream in his hand, luckily muffling it.

The sensations quickly became too much for me and I clenched my muscles around him tightly and came all over his cock. "Shit I'm gonna cum inside of you, I'm gonna cum inside of my sister's little pussy. "

I let out a whimper as he kept moving even though his movements were sloppier now. He lay down on top of me while he came, staying inside of me for a second to get his breath back.

Draco and I got dressed the second we heard our mom walking downstairs. She opened the livingroom door "Oh honey you're home early, I thought you had a date?"

I nodded "Yeah but he stood me up." She frowned and looked at me with a saddened look "Oh darling."

Draco spoke up "Don't worry mom, I showed her how she deserves to be treated" he said giving me a knowing smirk. Our mom nodded "You keep doing that Draco." She said not knowing he was obviously talking about sex.

"Oh believe me Mom I will" He said with a devilish smirk. Mom walked out of the room and he grinned down at me and spoke "I love you, little sis."

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ladylooch · 5 months ago

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Bones - Part 8 [Mack x David]

A/N: I'm back! Had so much fun back home in Minnesooooooota. Definitely came back with that strong midwestern accent. A guy at dinner made fun of me yesterday. BUT! As a treat for myself, and anyone else who had the Monday from hell at work... here is part 8! Where we get to celebrate love and happiness and all hold our breath for juuuuuust a second 😏

Also, quick reminder that flashback day is Wednesday this week!

Word Count: 4.2k

Mack’s fingers thread through David’s long hair as the first thrust of his cock glides into her. She sighs happily, turning her face into his cheek to kiss him. His cheek is rough due to his long stubble. When he feels her lips on him, he turns his head, stealing the breath from her lungs. A soft summer sunrise filters in through the open window in David’s Iowa bedroom. For so many reasons she can’t quite put into words, Mack feels at home here, even though they just returned from her home.

It’s the press of his hips into her.

The weight of his body on top of her.

The warm seasonal breeze shaking the green leaves outside.

The smell in the air of them and the older farm house.

The fresh grass growing from last nights rain.

It’s comfortable and steady like the man making love to her now.

“You’re going to be so late.” Mack whispers.

“No one will be surprised. They saw you get outta the truck and knew it would be a long summer of the boss being late.” Mack chuckles. David kisses her nose, then tilts his head down to watch her swallow his cock. He exhales in pleasure before he drags his nose up hers to nuzzle. His lips press into hers again and again. Mack tangles her fingers into his long hair, scratching at his scalp gently. “I love when you do that.” He murmurs on her lips.

“Mmm yeah.” Mack sighs into his mouth, feeling her orgasm build. She loves this too, how they start off so sleepily touching each other and it turns into her favorite kind of orgasm. David works his way back to a kneeling position between her legs. He spreads her wider for him, then playfully strums her clit with his thumb. Mack reacts immediately, squeezing him harder as her walls collapse on him.

“Love starting the day like this, honey.” He groans, picking up his speed. Mack’s orgasm begins to unwind in her body. She reaches for his wrists, holding him steady as his tempo stays exactly the way she needs it to come.

“David.” Mack whimpers, squeezing his wrists as she milks his cock. David releases into her soon after, pumping hard and consistent to finish them both off.

Mack opens her eyes, smiling at seeing David breathing heavily above her. He pants towards the ceiling, then rubs a hand over his face before dropping it to her thigh.

“All that for the rest of summer?”

“Yeah.” Mack nods eagerly, biting her lip as he grins down at her.

“Okay, I really have to go now though.”

They both can hear the trucks and farm equipment rolling past the house as the farm team gets started without him. David pulls out of her. Mack follows him into the bathroom so they both can rinse off in the shower. Then they both touch each other through getting dressed. David almost strips Mack right down again until his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“I’m coming.” David answers, smirking at Mack who blushes like a total newb. “Yeah. I’ll be right out there to look with ya.” He grabs a hat from the hooks by the door, then clicks off the phone. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah. I’ll have something ready for you.”

“Babe.” He groans when she rubs her fingers over the zipper on his work jeans. “I… what am I gonna do with you?” He laces their fingers together to stop her scavenger hunt.

“Fuck me at lunch?”

David squeezes his eyes shut. He breathes out a heavy sigh then slaps her ass hard.

“Salad for lunch it is.”

Then he’s out the door, adjusting his jeans as he goes.

- - - & - - -

(David)

Hot coffee billows steam above the Yeti cup in David’s hand. Streaks of bright, summer sunlight cut across his property as he looks out at the puffy fog covering his fields. The humidity in the air already has a bead of sweat rolling down his spine. It’s gonna be a hot one today when the sun gets fully up. They’ll have to take long breaks today if him and the crew are gonna manage this day safely.

Across the property to his left, David watches as Felix Alvarez opens his front door, kissing his wife, Lorena, goodbye before starting the long walk over to where David is by the barn, sitting on his truck tailgate. David spares a glance at his house, seeing it still dark. Good. Mack barely stirred when he crawled out of bed this morning. She was up late last night working on her article and he is glad to see she is still asleep.

Especially considering the heavy, expensive box in his left pocket.

He bought it in New York before they left for Switzerland in June. He’s carried it across the world and back, but something about having it on him here, where he plans to ask Mack to marry him, holds more weight to it.

David takes another steady sip of his coffee, licking the brown liquid off his mustache as Felix gets closer.

“What the hell you doing up so early?”

“Early bird gets the worm or whatever shit you used to say.” David smirks.

“Mack turned you down finally, eh?”

“Sure. We’ll go with that.” David laughs. “Brought you some coffee.”

“Ms. Mackenzie’s stuff?” Felix looks suspicious.

“No the good stuff.” David jokes. Felix can’t stomach European coffee, literally. It sends him running back to the house he came out of with his cheeks clenched.

“I’ll help you get everything together first.” Felix motions to the tools that need to be loaded into the truck David is sitting on.

“Nah. Just sit there and drink some coffee. Have a donut too.”

David ran into town a half hour ago to grab fresh donuts for the crew. They’ve been working hard this summer. It’s the least he can do.

“Fancy.” Felix murmurs, picking up an eclair with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

“Only the best for you.” David says after Felix takes his first bite.

“This better not be my bonus.” Felix narrows his eyes jokingly at David who chuckles lowly.

“No, we’ll get you some real money. So you can buy Lorena that new washer and dryer she keeps bringing up at Sunday dinner.”

“I’m gonna buy it for her. I just want the other pieces of shit to kick the dust. Your generation is so wasteful. Gotta ride that crap out as long as you can.” Felix waves off David’s concern. “And don’t you go buying her that on my behalf. I can still kick your ass, kid.”

“Alright.” David concedes. They both know there is no way. David’s got about 10 inches on Felix these days.

The two men fall into a comfortable silence. Felix eats his donut. David slurps his coffee. Felix stands. David sits. They watch the sunrise higher in the sky together until Felix is done eating.

"Gotta get through the rest of the fence today." Felix breaks the silence. "Don's boy doesn't work as fast as his daddy. Not sure how long he is for this kinda work."

David chuckles.

"Didn't you tell my daddy that about me?”

"Yeah but that was to make you work harder. This kid doesn't know hard work.”

"Well, give him a few more weeks. Need all hands on deck fixing up the buildings from the hailstorm last year. Can't go another winter like this.” Felix nods, knowing David is right, but annoyed cause he really doesn't like that kid. "I'll watch him. If he needs to go, I'll do it. Let Don be mad at me.”

Felix watches David pull his work gloves out of his pocket where they were making his ass fall asleep. Then David picks up his thermos of coffee, looking out at the rolling fog off the field.

“Gonna be another hot one today. Hopefully those storm holds off.”

"That really what you bought donuts and coffee for? To talk about Don's kid and the weather?” Felix gestures to the truck tailgate, then puts his wrinkled, calloused hands in his pockets. David smiles with a caught chuckle. Felix always has him clocked. Has since his days bringing girls out into the farm pasture too. He always knew when to show up, right before David could round second base.

“No.” David exhales heavily, then puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out the box with Mack's ring in it. He pops it open, looking at the ring, then turning it so Felix can see. "Can't live without her." David says, shrugging his shoulders like it’s final. "You like her okay?”

"Yeah, but I don't think you'd care if I didn't." Felix laughs, then grab's David's jacket to pull him into a hug.

"Probably not." David laughs too, hugging him tight.

"You know who would really like her tho?”

"Mama." David nods, exhaling heavily through his mouth

"She would love the way Ms. Mackenzie loves you. Fully. As you are.”

"This good enough for her?" David asks, looking down at the massive diamonds. David can see Felix starting to tear up. He nods like speaking feels too hard with the emotions in his throat.

"Yeah, buddy. You did good. You ask her daddy?"

"Yeah and her mama."

"Good." Felix pats his shoulder, giving him one more hug. "Proud of you. Know this road has not been easy, but you never givin’ up got you here. Got you that woman in the house too, who by the way is looking out the window over here.”

"Shit. Why is she up?" David grumbles as he quickly hides the ring behind his thigh on the tailgate.

He squints over to the kitchen window, seeing her peeking out at them. She waves shyly, then turns the light out and leaves the room again, presumably back to bed. David longs to follow her there. Strip off her cherry printed pajamas and kiss all over her warm skin. Wake her up properly and gently with his hands and mouth and dick.

But he's got work to do.

"When you gonna ask?”

"Part of me just wants to drop down in the kitchen and ask her at lunch, but she deserves something special.”

"Well, you know I'm here to help if you need it. She loves it here. Plenty of spots all over the farm that could work.”

“Like maybe the sunflower patch I asked you to plant for me this spring?” Felix grins.

“Lorena knew it. Called it when I told her what you asked.”

“Good thing you’re a good farmer, eh? They’re about the right height?”

“Give ‘em another week, if you can wait that long.”

David nods.

It’ll be hell. But he’ll do it for her.

- - - & - - -

(Mack)

Mindlessly, Mack rinses off plates from dinner before placing them into the bottom rack of the dishwasher. The TV is turned to a baseball game David has been watching for a few minutes before he went out to meet Felix at the barn. Mack wipes at an itch on the end of her nose with the back of her hand. Once the final dish is in, she plops a detergent pod into the slot and turns the dishwasher on.

Then she turns to cleaning up the rest of the kitchen, including the dining room table where they ate. By the time she is done, David has come in and disappeared down into their bedroom. Or so she thought.

Mack turns away from her last swipe across the dining room table and jumps at David leaning against the wall, watching her. He changed into a grey henley, darker jeans and his going out boots rather than his work ones. His hair looks like he swiped some gel through too. Mack smiles.

“We going somewhere?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. The way he watches her has Mack blushing.

“Am I dressed okay?” She asks of her light, linen sundress. Her hair is curled from the humidity and she’s got minimal make up on.

“Always, honey.” Mack nods.

She walks over to the sink, tossing the rag onto the middle partition, then going over to grab her boots. When she has them on, she walks over to David’s outstretched hand, taking it in hers.

“I’ve been keeping something from you.” He tells her once they are loaded into the truck. He turns off the main road and starts cutting through the field to the back, southwest corner.

“Oh?” Mack pops an eyebrow in question.

“I don’t know how you didn’t wander over here yet, but I guess I’m just lucky.” He shrugs as they come up towards the edge of the property. Mack looks over to the west, smile growing big when she sees it.

Planted in perfect rows is a huge garden of sunflowers. They’re bright and bold in the midst of the green pasture surrounding them. Outside of the garden where his moms roses are, there aren’t many plants on the farm just to look at and appreciate their beauty. The sunflowers curve in a half arc like they were intentionally planted that way. David puts the truck in gear. Mack stays put, knowing he will come around and open the door for her.

“Wow.” She murmurs as her hand rests in his. She steps down from the truck and lets him lead her towards it. He cuts towards the right of the garden, leading her around to show her the bench sitting perfectly in the center. It’s the same one David has been building here and there since they arrived from Switzerland.

“So we can watch the sunset together the rest of the nights we are here.”

“Babe, this is… incredible.” Mack murmurs, shaking her head in awe. She moves forward and David lets their hands drop. She hears him suck in a deep breath. Mack looks towards the west, gazing out at the blues, pinks, and oranges that burst across the sky. It’s stunning. Indescribable. She clutches at her necklace with his number on it resting between her collar bones. She opens her mouth to speak to David, but the words are lost when she sees him down on one knee.

Her heart slams to a stop in her chest and she squeaks in surprise.

His big hand holds a red box in it where his wrist is dangling off his bent knee. Mack blinks, then looks back at the sunset for a second before she gathers the nerve to look at him again. Her bottom lip wobbles. David reaches for her hand to pull her closer to him. She hesitantly steps forward. Oh my god. She is completely shocked.

“Can’t live without ya, honey.”

“Okay.” She sobs. David laughs gently, examining her face.

“Don’t wanna either. I want to spend the rest of my days in this life loving you.” Mack shudders as she tries not to hiccup.

“People aren’t hiding in these sunflowers, right?” She chokes out tightly.

“No. It’s just me and you, honey. Like I want forever to be.” Mack nods, then falls to her knees in front of him. She ignores the pinching of dirt and grass into her skin. She grabs his neck, bringing his face to hers so she can kiss him hard and long. “That a yes?” He chuckles when they pull away.

“God, yes. Of course. I… I love you. I want to be your wife.” She cries to him as he wipes her tears. “Oh my god.” She falls forward, head hitting his chest. She buries her nose there. “I had no idea.”

“I know.” He laughs. “I almost told you I was gonna propose today, last night. I felt like you had to know beforehand to mentally prepare. But then I figured one surprise in our life together won’t hurt.” His hand is on the back of her head, rubbing at her scalp through her curls.

“How do you want to marry this? I’m crazy…” She shakes her head.

“No, baby. You just… don’t like surprises. You like a plan, but I hope this surprise was an exception for you. Because it is a plan. A forever one.”

“Yeah.” She nods. She pulls away, looking down at the ring he slips onto her left finger. “This is a Cartier ring. New York?”

“Yeah, that has been everywhere we’ve been this summer.” Mack looks down, then slowly glances up at him.

“You asked my dad?”

“Of course I did. And your mom.”

“I had no idea.” She shakes her head again.

“We can wait a while. Have a nice, long engagement. Get married in a few years. There is no rush. But I wanted you to have something that shows my commitment to us as we go into this next season together.” Mack nods.

“Thank you. For understanding me and knowing sometimes I need time. But I don’t need time with you anymore. I know this is what I want. Forever. So let’s… not wait awhile.”

“Courthouse tomorrow?”

“Not that fast.” She chuckles. “I really want my parents there…” She bites her lip after she says that. “And I’m so sorry yours won’t be.” David pushes her hair behind her ear and nods.

“Me too, baby. But I know they’ll be there in the way they can be. Don’t be sad about it.” They cup each other’s cheeks, then kiss again and again. Until they need to break apart for air, then they dive back in. Eventually, they move to the bench. David grabs a blanket from the truck and he wraps it around her shoulders to keep her warm as the sun disappears under the horizon. As they head back to the house, light rain spits onto the windshield from the storm rolling in from the South. Mack lays her head on David’s shoulder, letting it bump and sway with each divot in the road.

When they get home, David takes Mack to bed where he makes love to her, again and again and again. Until they can’t go another round and fall asleep tangled in each other, wearing nothing but tattoos and rings.

- - - & - - -

After the proposal, it takes a few days for Mack to get used to the ring on her finger. By the time they have a small engagement party gathering with the farm hands and David’s hometown friends, she is used to it. What she isn’t is the thousands of questions that come from everyone about what their future holds, including the overstepping inquires on when they’re going to have children. David is the one who waves that question away.

“We aren’t having kids.” He says it simply, firmly, without room for further discussion from Diane, or Josie, or Michelle or the handful of other women who ask that Mack still can’t remember their names.

Mack and David have discussed not having kids since early on in their arrangement. Mack likes kids okay, but she doesn’t have that urgent desire to procreate. She likes being an aunt to Stell and soon her little sister, but that’s because she didn’t have to birth or raise them. Lucie loves being a mom and thrives at it. Mack never pictured her future with kids, nor does she want to readjust her whole life for children. Being a stay at home mom sounds like Mack’s personal purgatory. She still has dreams and goals to accomplish and none of them involve being someone’s mother. She likes her freedom to do as she pleases and she wants that same lifestyle with her soon to be husband.

She hopes David is still on the same page with that.

“How are you up before me?” David asks Mack as he thumps into the kitchen. He is all dressed for work, ready to meet the hands who are already arriving for the day.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Mack shrugs. She takes a long sip of her coffee, watching as David grabs his clean coffee thermos from the side of the sink.

“Already a farm wife.” David murmurs, tossing a sweet smile over his shoulder at her. She winks, then looks back down into her coffee cup.

“Hey, could we talk about something when you get in tonight?” David finishes pouring the rest of his coffee into his container. He glances at her then releases a low hum.

“That looks like a serious discussion face.”

“It is.” Mack confirms, taking a sip of her water beside her coffee.

“Why do we have to wait?”

“Because you’re about to head out to the field.”

“Honey.” David shakes his head. “I’m gonna be thinking about this all day. Let’s just do it now.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you late again. I wanted you to be aware so I didn’t pounce on you later.”

“Is this where I find out you have a husband in Switzerland and this is actually going to be a poly marriage?”

“What!?” She snorts. “No.”

“You don’t like your ring?” He tries again, leaning back against the sink.

“No, I love my ring.” She assures immediately. It is pure perfection and more than she could’ve dreamt of.

“Okay, I’m outta guesses.”

“Great.” She chuckles. “I want to talk about not having kids again. I know we talked about this in New York when things were still new, but I want to be open with you that I still don’t want kids. I don’t see that as part of my future. I never have. I love you and I am so excited to build our life together, but I… don’t want to be a mom.” She finishes with a shrug.

“I am okay with that. I told you then that I didn’t see kids as part of my future either. If it’s you and me for the rest of our lives, that’s a perfect life.”

“But it’s so different than what everyone else does around here. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I don’t really care what everyone else is doing- that’s their life. I had a shitty childhood. I’m not looking for a repeat with our kids.” Mack furrows her brows.

“Yeah, but babe, you wouldn’t be that kind of parent. Or raise our kids to…” She has to step carefully here to not offend him or his parents memories. “Not show up for each other.” David looks away, out the kitchen window over the sink. The farm hands are beginning to congregate together along the pink sky.

“I’d have different ideas, yeah. But there is some shit that runs in this family that I don’t wanna pass on.”

“Nurture and education can overcome nature.” David furrows his brows at her, then snorts.

“Are you trying to talk me into having kids after reminding me you don’t want any?” David chuckles, eyes creasing at the corners.

“No! I just… you would be great at it.” She emphasizes to him with her hand.

“So would you, Mack. But it’s not that simple with babies.” He puts the top back on his thermos, screwing it shut. “And at the end of the day, you have to go through a lot more than me to have ‘em. You don’t want to do that. I get it. If the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t want to either.” He kisses her hair, pressing his nose into her head. “Anything else?”

Mack searches his face. All she sees there is assurance.

“No.” She shakes her head.

“All I want out of this life is you.” He cups her chin. “I don’t need anything else.” He mumbles against her lips. “I’ll come in for lunch.” She nods. He heads towards the door. He disappears around the corner as Mack stretches her arms above her head. He suddenly reappears.

“That why you were up early this morning?”

“Yeah.” She chuckles then hides her reddening face.

“Just wake me up next time.” He raises his eyebrows at her. “Hate when you’re up worrying about shit you don’t need to.”

“Okay.” Mack murmurs quietly.

“Promise.”

“I promise!” She whines. “Goooo.” She waves him towards the door. He stares at her, standing tall and unmoving. Mack purses her lips at him in a crinkled pout.

“I love you. I can’t believe I get to marry someone as perfect as you.” Mack starts giggling excitedly. She hops up from her seat at the table and runs over to him. He catches her in his arms, lifting her up by her waist. Mack’s knees pull up behind her, feet touching her butt as he kisses her with delicious smooches.

“You’re obsessed with me.” She tells him. Her engagement ring glitters in the rising sun, casting rainbows along the wall beside them. “And I love that.”

“I know you do.” He grins. “Alright. Goodbye for real.” He kisses her once more, quick, then sets her back on her feet. “Have a good day, gorgeous.”

David winks, then heads out the door for a day filled with farming until he can come home and fuck around with his favorite girl.

#mackdavid au #nhl imagine #hockey writing #nhl fan fiction #nhl fic #nhl x oc

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The File Room

This is the fic I wrote because I started a run of the mill office job a little over a week ago and couldn't help myself. Partly inspired by the fact I did, in fact, spend a good part of my day one day filing contracts away. Enjoy! (oh, also, tagging @miraclesabound as requested!)

Pairing: Max Phillips x afab!reader (otherwise gender neutral, no references to reader's chest)

Warnings: office shenanigans, Max sneaks up on reader and gets punched for it, reader gets eaten out from behind, piv, creampie, a little bit of spit plus something extra (but I'm not gonna ruin the surprise), Max and reader have an ambiguous relationship (ie not explicitly romantic but could be read as such)

Word count: 2k

You had a stack of reports that needed to be filed away. A big stack. And of course, because nothing can be easy, it’s not like they could be all put in the back of the drawer and be considered in order. No, they all had to be put in order in their respective accounts based on which reports they were and what dates they covered and on and on and on… Normally you wouldn’t mind doing this, because you were pretty good at staying on top of putting them away as you got them, a few at a time at most. But unfortunately, one of your coworkers from the sales department was recently… relieved of his position, and he left the big stack of reports behind. Completely unorganized to boot. You were going to be among the filing cabinets and bankers boxes for quite a while.

Honestly, while you were at it, a few of these accounts could stand to get reorganized… Lord knows some of your coworkers barely even tried to put these reports in the right spot… So off you went to the large room filled with shelves and filing cabinets, earbuds already in and playing your favorite music to work to.

A couple hours into your project, the door to the storage room opened. You didn’t hear it, so you were still entirely focused on your current task. You were putting away a stray report, bent over at the waist to get to the back of a filing cabinet drawer. This gave Max Phillips a spectacular view of your ass. And to make it all that much better, you just so happened to be wearing his favorite bottoms on you. He closed his eyes for a moment and brought his fist up against his mouth in a quiet celebration of this treat.

Max was the sales manager in the office, and despite being in a different department, you somehow managed to spend quite a bit of time together. You’d caught on like a wildfire when he started--after you’d managed to see through his extremely irritating caricature-of-a-business-major facade, that is, and made it clear you weren’t going to put up with his bullshit. That was when he asked you out for drinks after work one Friday, let you in on his little supernatural secret, and very thoroughly disproved your assumption that he was not particularly good, and certainly not very generous, in bed.

Max continued to watch you from the door as you worked for a few more moments, quietly locking the door because of course he was going to get a taste of you in here, how could he not? You dropped a small stack of files you had set aside, and cursed as they fluttered onto the floor. You got on your knees to gather them up again, another sight Max would never tire of, before getting back up and resuming your sorting.

Max finally decided to actually make his presence known. Clearly you were in the zone, your earbuds blocking out the rest of the world. He came up behind you, shamelessly taking your ass in both his hands.

You shrieked as you felt hands on your ass, scaring the hell out of you as you hadn’t heard anyone come into the room. You then whirled around, and, without thinking or registering who actually was doing this… punched the perpetrator directly in the face.

Max recoiled, bringing his hands to his face, as you realized what you’d just done. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands, afraid for a moment you’d actually done damage or hurt him.

“Oh my god, Max, don’t do that! Are you okay?” you asked, reaching out a bit as you realized you’d definitely hurt yourself. You looked at the knuckles on your hand that had collided with his face, investigating for any visible injury as you clenched and unclenched your fist.

Max started laughing, standing back upright and taking his hands away from his face. “I’m fine, holy shit, if that was anyone else though, they’d have a very broken nose,” he said, taking your now aching hand in his, and looking at you with what someone might call adoration. “Are you okay?”

You sighed in relief, then took out your earbuds so you could actually participate in a conversation with him. “I think so. Don’t fucking scare me like that again, though.” You firmly poked him in the chest, glaring at him.

Max chuckled a little. “Message received, don’t worry,” he said. “Sorry I scared you. I saw how good your ass looked just a second ago and couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks. Do you need something, or did you just come in here to grope me? I have a lot of reports to put away now that your shitty employee is gone,” you said, gesturing towards the still pretty substantial stack of reports. “And I think I’m going to reorganize some other accounts while I’m back here.”

“Actually…” Max started, taking a few steps forward, making you take a few steps back, towards a table between two sets of shelves that was just below hip height. He let go of your hand and turned you around, moving you to bend over. He once again put his hands on your ass, then dragged them to your hips, then the waistband of your bottoms, which he pulled down and out of the way along with your underwear, letting the fabric pool around your ankles. He got down on his knees, pulling your flesh apart where your ass met your thighs, exposing your cunt to him. “I think I’m gonna do a little more than grope you.”

You muffled a moan as he licked through your folds, then prodded at your hole with his tongue. “Max… I really need to get this done…” you said, but only half-heartedly. You’d definitely much rather be doing this than filing reports all day.

Max hummed, the tone questioning your statement as his tongue moved again, his mouth enveloping your clit and sucking gently. It was a teasing motion, and it made you groan in frustration. “You’ll have plenty of time, sweetheart,” he said, mischief thick in his tone.

He licked against your clit again, then switched to sucking on it, and back and forth for a while, driving you crazy. You were getting close, you just needed…

“Max, fuck, please,” you groaned, reaching behind you and grabbing his hair, pushing him further into you. He firmly sucked your clit into his mouth for a long moment, and groaned into your pussy, which did you in. You moaned as you finally tumbled over the edge, only barely muffling the tail end of the sound. Max worked you through it, lapping up your release feverishly, until you were pulling his hair the opposite direction, starting to edge on overstimulated.

He pulled away, his hands going from the back of your thighs to your hips again as he stood up. “Don’t tell me you’re done,” he said. You looked over your shoulder to see his downright devilish grin. His face was wet with your juices--a sight you were quite a fan of, honestly. “Because I’m not done.”

You smiled as you pushed your hips back, connecting with his. Max grunted as his cock, still confined behind his pants and boxers, made contact with your ass, grinding together briefly before he took half a step back to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants out of the way enough to fuck you. You both moaned as he swiped the tip of his cock through your slit, then began pushing into you at a pace you would describe as teasingly slow given how ready you were for him.

“Are you teasing me to keep me away from my job longer, Phillips?” you taunted, though you were unable to stop the groan leaving your throat as his cock rubbed up against something delicious inside you, just like it always does.

“As if you don’t love this,” he said, snapping his hips forward the rest of the way, ripping another sound from you. You could only imagine the grin on his face at this point, especially knowing there was no arguing with that.

Max began fucking you in earnest, setting a quick pace right away--no matter how much he’d like to, he couldn’t keep you both occupied all day. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to stand up against him, wrapping his other arm around you to rub your already sensitive clit as he did. You moaned out again, clenching down around his cock as he gave you more stimulation, which made him groan in your ear. He could smell your blood rushing in your vessels just millimeters below the skin of your neck right by his lips, but he would save that for when you were over at his place, not in the file room at work. He compromised by merely nibbling on your skin, then sucking a very visible mark to the same spot.

You moaned at all of the sensations he was bombarding you with, once again getting close to a climax, his expert fingers and cock slamming into that sensitive spot giving you no other choice. You should care about the hickey he just gave you, probably, but in this moment, it just added to the intoxicating cocktail he was serving you.

“I can feel you, baby, c’mon, give it to me,” Max mumbled in your ear. “Cum on my cock, I got you.”

You could never say no to that. You gave in immediately to his encouragement, crying out his name as you went over the edge a second time, your walls rhythmically bearing down on Max’s cock as you did. He moaned your name in your ear, hips stuttering as he closely followed you to his own peak, filling you to the brim. He slowed down as you both came back down to earth, dragging his hand from your clit to your hip, just holding you close to him for a moment.

Just as you thought you were out of the woods, Max bent you forward on the table again. You gasped in surprise--what else could he possibly have in store for you? You both made a noise as he pulled out, and you hummed as you felt his cum start to leak down your thigh. You gasped again as you felt Max’s tongue lick up the same path, gathering his own cum in his mouth.

Every time you think you’ve found everything he does that you find irresistibly hot, Max manages to surprise you.

Max stood again, and turned you around to face him finally. He grabbed your face, making you gasp in surprise again. He dug his index finger and thumb into your jaw at the joint firmly, and grunted, clearly trying to get you to open your mouth.

You obeyed immediately, and whimpered as he spit his own cum into your mouth. You swallowed, and he groaned, finally leaning forward to kiss you. You grinned into it, and let it go on for a while before you gently pulled away to pull your bottoms back up from the floor. Max followed suit, tucking his shirt back in as he quickly fixed his clothes.

“So… wanna come over tonight?” he asked, leaning against one of the shelves as you picked up a new stack of reports to put away.

You hummed exaggeratedly in thought. “Oh, I don’t know, Max, every time I do it’s so disappointing,” you responded sarcastically.

“Well, I bet I can make you ‘disappointed’ twice as many times as I just did if you do,” he snarked back.

You laughed quietly. “Alright, now, don’t make any promises you can’t keep,” you warned.

“Have I ever broken a promise to you?” Max asked, a very confident smirk on his face.

You honestly thought about it for a second. “No, I suppose you haven’t,” you admitted. “But we both need to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Max grinned, that genuine grin that made you melt a little bit every time you saw it. He kissed you again, a deep, lingering thing that was full of affection. “I’ll see you tonight.”

#max phillips #max phillips x reader #max phillips x you #max phillips fic #max phillips smut #x reader #my fic #tori says things #max says things #pedro pascal

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meraki-yao · 2 years ago

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RWRB Movie Cut Scene: The Extended Polo Scene

Alright I went from obsessively wondering about one deleted scene to obsessively wondering about another deleted scene. Namely. this time, the extended Polo scene.

To start with I do really like what we got! It was really fun and quick and horny and it worked really, really well, both in atmosphere and pacing.

I remember in an interview (forgot which one) Matthew said the polo scene was originally six minutes then with the new editing idea which is what we ended up getting, it was cut down to like two and half minutes, which means we have three and half minutes worth of a deleted scene

I'm guessing what happened was the actual polo match -> conversation and introduction to Bea -> hooking up in the tack room, with that being said:

Alex was practically drooling over watching Henry riding on horseback playing polo (the asshole (jk I love you) even posted a photo of Henry on horseback from the match on his IG close friends stories) how did they go from wanting to make out and eat each other to having a conversation in public (as seen from the montage during the speech)

What the hell were the two of them talking about????

I want the scene with Pez I wanna know what they talked about and I wanna see more friendship. Oh and is this when Pez figures it out? Since in the scene where Zahra finds them Henry says Percy knows

I also really want the scene with Bea. They're obviously close that's explicitly stated in the movie, plus Henry posted a photo of them two from that day on his IG (yes I know it's marketing but right now I'm treating them as real sue me) and I recently learned that Nick and Eliie have been friends for a couple of years by now? I really, really, want more sibling scenes. (especially as someone who relates to Henry and has a sister that I'm very close to) Also Alex and Bea like each other so I really want to know how their proper introduction and this conversation went. On top of that, Henry told Bea about Alex but Alex didn't know that until Zahra busted them and asked, did he tell her here? After all, Bea knew definitively that Henry's gay, and she pulled Nora aside during the wedding, is she wing-womaning? I WANT TO KNOW

In the book it was just Henry and Alex so it was relatively easy to get away and sneak into the tack room. In the movie apparently, they met face-to-face in public and Alex had a whole introduction to the two closest people to Henry. However the fuck did they go from that to hooking up in the tack room without suspicion?

As awesome, hilarious (I can never hear a bagpipe the same way again) and fitting as the quick cut, it was flashes between the match and the hook up. What was the original edit of the tack room supposed to be???? What does the full hook-up footage look like???? Was it longer??? Was there dialogue??? I WANT TO KNOW

I swear if Prime doesn't release the deleted scenes I'm gonna over-analyse everything in every deleted scene and drive myself to insanity in the best way possible.

SO PRIME PLEASE FUCKING RELEASE ALL OF THEM

(probably not all at once because the promise of something new being released in the future is like, my one motivation to fucking live right now I have fucking problems, but like, PLEASE PROMISE YOU'LL RELEASE THEM PRIME)

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #rwrb thoughts #rwrb bts #rwrb deleted scenes #AHHHHHHHHHHH #COME ON COME ON COME ON #I NEED ALL OF THE DELETED SCENES #my rwrb list #rwrb rambles

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ask-postcrash-curly · 13 days ago

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(The dragon narrows their eyes)

...

I know we have clarified that they didn't hurt you, but have they done anything else besides changing your bandages? Or have they seemed different? I ask partly because Daisuke did talk to a nurse friend of his (although i do doubt she is actually his friend but oh well)

And although she apparently dismissed it, im concerned they might take it out on you for some reason...

(The dragon sighs)

I'm sorry I really don't want to scare, but I dont trust them at all, but absolutely nothing, they keep doing illegal shit, because it is illegal, I will read you the entire law dont test me and it's aching the EMT in me so bad

The excuse that they are tired, doesn't really work on me either...it's a luxury ship, basically nobody gets hurt there, or when they do it's small things, alcohol poisoning, sprains, maybe a concussion from falling badly in the pool at most, but even worse, they have a cushy salary, 12k to 14k a month, i checked, nurses fo have less, 5k a month

This is all in USA, in Spain, that's more than quite a bit of money, for reference, here in Spain there's two main groups of ambulances, Samur and Summa, Samur goes into the streets mostly, Car accidents and the like, Summa goes more into houses and enclosed spaces, it's the more...advanced of the two

The salary if both is between 4k and 7k, this is for EMT doctors btw, they are getting paid th salary of doctors

And sure, I may be wrong, this is technically the future, but in the company I am now? A private one, they barely pay me minimum wage, and neither me or my partners would ever consider treating a patient like they are treating you, not even close, morals aside, none of us want jail

And if you are still not convinced, you aren't the only one they are treating badly, they have it out on Anya for some reason, they keep insulting her, and Swansea

(The dragon sighs heavily again)

Hell, at first I thought that the reason that that nurse was more or less friendly to Daisuke was because, I wrongly assumed, that he had money, like upper middle to rich, i thought because I remember that his parents apparently got him the internship, so I figured they had like connections, and people with connections usually had money, a little stupid I know, since at the end of the day it was a freighter ship not like the luxury ship we are standing on, yeah?

(The dragon's ears droops slightly)

I...may have worded that wrongly when I said it to him, poor kid thought I was implying that he was bribing the nurse to talk to him, got cut off before I could clarify that, feel kinda bad cause the kid is, like Swansea said, a goddamned ray of sunshine, hope one day I can clarify that gem

(The dragon sighs, more softly this time)

I'm gonna end the message now, next time, we have to keep watching that musical, I left you completely in the blank as to how it continues

Hey.

No, they didn't do anything different. Same old, same old. Why do you say that? Kid's pretty likeable.

...No.

It's fine. They're not— they're good at their jobs. They aren't hurting me. I'm no stranger to bending regulations myself, if I'm being real. It's fine.

Well, that's my point, yeah? They weren't expecting a case like me. More work than the job calls for. I don't blame them for being tired of it. Hell, I watched it happening to Anya. Don't know how she did it... Five thousand credits a month isn't that cushy. I mean, hell, it's not bad, but it could certainly be better. Not much more than what I made, really— Shit, wait, I don't know the conversion rates for this system. Right, so it could be less or more... You know what, this is a waste of time. ...Do luxury ships really pay their medical staff more than freighter ships pay their captains? Not that medics don't deserve higher pay, just— Eh. Doesn't matter.

Oh, well, if it's the Americas or Spain this could be entirely different. Since we aren't even in Sol.

Then maybe this isn't as illegal as you think?

Last time I checked, mate, insulting people isn't illegal. Not sure why they'd do that with Anya outside of that thing about her fighting the doctors, but knowing Swansea, uh... If he didn't start it, he certainly finished it.

His parents made him apply. Don't think they pulled strings to get him onboard. If they did, which seems unlikely, I doubt he knows.

If you don't get the chance, I'll clarify it for you when I can, yeah?

Damn, forgot about that. Sounds like a plan.

#curlyposting

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gayautisticraccoon · 1 month ago

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Get to know me!

Tagged by the beautiful @clawbehavior and @mayykit (lowkey forgot about this so it took me a while :P)

1. What's the origin of your username?

This one is pretty straight forward I think xD

2. OTPs and ship names!

Gahan - Kim Gaon/Kang Yohan

KangJae - Baek Kanghyuk/Yang Jae-Won

I have some others that I really like but I'm not active in the fandoms much anymore so gonna skip those ^^

3. Fav color

This changes almost constantly for me tbh, I can never decide lmao But I really like black and red together

4. Song stuck in my head

Nur Ein Wort - Wir sind Helden

5. Weirdest habit/trait

Not sure about this one actually, I think I have a lot of small habits that probably seem weird to other people xD

6. Hobbies

Most importantly gaming with friends, Discord voice chats with my besties are my safe space. Other than that I really like watching TV shows, reading fanfic and travelling.

7. If you work, what's your profession

I work in retail (end me)

8. If you could have any job, what would you wish for?

Ngl my brain struggles with the idea of having to work just to afford to exist for the rest of my life. I lowkey wish I could just find myself a pretty sugar daddy so I can be a stay at home spouse, make art, do what I love.

9. Something you're good at

Procrastinating. Other than that? Not sure I'm really good at anything lol

10. Something you hate

People who put others down to feel better about themselves. You gotta be one miserable piece of shit to be mean to people for no reason.

11. Something you forget

Literally everything. ESPECIALLY if it's important. I hate it but I will forget anything that isn't constantly on my mind already

12. Your love languages

Small gestures to show that one cares like remembering little details about them, small acts of service, paying attention to them, listening and so on. Also physical touch. I love small casual touches to show affection. Probably doesn't help that I'm severely touch starved lmao

13. Fav movies and TV shows

Somehow I always forget every single movie I love when questions like this come up but I love a lot of movie series. Lord of the Rings, Kingsman, Fast and the Furious. For TV shows, The Devil Judge obviously. But shows like Criminal Minds, The Mentalist, Supernatural, stuff that I watched when I was a teenager, will always hold a special place in my heart

14. Fav food

Lasagna and sushi, I could inhale those things every single day

15. Fav animal

Raccoons C:

16. What was I like as a child?

Very shy and reserved

17. Favorite subject in school

English and Art

18. Least favorite subject

Math

19. Best trait

I feel like this is also a curse at times but I would probably say my kindness. I treat everyone I meet with the same respect and kindness as anyone else. No matter what they look like, if they speak a language I understand or not. I've been told by customers that they love how friendly I was to them. But I feel like it also gets me hurt a lot so there's that.

20. Worst trait

My constant need for reassurance. I am fully aware how irrational it can be at times. Logically I know that my closest friends love me but one slight inconvenience or change in tone and I'll feel like they hate me/are avoiding me or whatever and I absolutely HATE that about me and my stupid brain

21. If you could change any detail of your life, what would it be

Gonna steal this one from you @clawbehavior because it's such a simple but life changing thing. Zero foot pain. I used to think that I just needed to get used to standing all day again after spending all of university sitting at desks. But here I am, one year into working in retail and my feet still hurt like hell at the end of each shift

22. If you could travel in time, who would you want to meet?

I'd visit my grandpa before he died and tell him how much I love him. I'm pretty sure he knew that but I hadn't seen him in like a year when he passed away. He was home alone while my grandma was in hospital when it happened and I just hate that.

I really liked this one, I had a lot of fun answering the questions :3 Tagging anyone who wants to play because I'm not sure who has participated yet so feel free to join in if you see this <3

#ask games

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akehoshimystar · 6 months ago

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Urara SSR

DELIGHT

Part 1

Roka: The event was a huge success ☆

Takeru: I'm relieved to see our customers leave the store satisfied.

Urara: Tch….

I couldn't care less about their satisfaction or whatsoever, but one thing for sure, I don’t enjoy being dragged to this tedious event one bit. All I wanted to say now was, “Just let me finish cleaning and leave already.”

Akehoshi: I'll put new garbage bags here~

Then... Should I clean the counter?

Roka: Oh, Urara already did that! Hasn’t it become so sparkly?

Akehoshi: Oh, you're right. Urara-kun's cleaning technique is still as fast and thorough as ever.

Urara: You guys are just too damn slow.

Roka: True, if we worked a little faster, everyone could go home early and be happy.

Let me help you!

Urara: Hold it. Roka, don't move even an inch. You’ll just give me extra work.

Roka: Fufufu. Even I can wipe a table.

Now, check out my elegant art of table-wiping!

Roka getting all worked up gave me a bad feeling.

Takeru: Ah, be carefu-

Roka: Wahhhhh!!!

Sure enough, he knocked over the glass on the table and splashed water in every single direction.

Urara: Tch…………………..

Roka: I'm really sorry, Urara……

Takeru: I’m saying this for your own good, but Roka, you should listen to Urara and behave yourself.

Roka: Now I’m sad...

Urara: (What kind of reaction is that?)

Once Roka had quieted down, the work went smoothly without a hitch.

Akehoshi: It's finally over.

Roka: Good job, guys. It looks even prettier than before the event!

So, how about we all go grab something to eat after this?

Akehoshi: So it’s your treat?

Roka: That goes without saying!

Urara: …….

Takeru: Oh. Urara, are you heading back now?

If you're not in a hurry, come join us. It's getting late. Aren’t you hungry?

Urara: ...Who the hell's gonna go with you?

(Leave me out of it if you’re just gonna play around.)

Roka: It’ll be even more fun if you come with us.

Akehoshi: Well, you can come again whenever you want.

Ignoring the murmuring I could hear behind my back, I left the store.

Part 2

Urara: (Now, what to eat...)

As soon as I got back, I took out the leftovers from the bento shop from the refrigerator. I had initially planned to eat this yesterday in place of the meal provided, but….. It was left like this until now because Roka just had to bring an extra-large gift while we were preparing for the cafe event.

Urara: (Is it nearing the expiry date?)

…………

But even so, if I think it is edible, then it is edible. So I popped it in the microwave. I put the warmed side dish in my mouth along with white rice from the packet. However, the flavor of the fermented side dishes only added to the unsatisfying taste.

The next day—. After a longer run than usual, I decided to buy a drink from the first vending machine I saw to hydrate myself.

Urara: (...I prefer barley tea over water….. Or maybe I should go for a sports drink.)

(Should I try the one that said it contained BCAA...)

Child: Ughh... I'm thirsty...

Urara: ……

I turned around to the sound of weeping and saw a mother holding her child, coming this way in a panic.

Mother: Alrighty, just wait a moment, okay?

Urara: ……

I put away the coins I had taken out and left. Not long after, they arrived at the vending machine and bought a drink without any hesitation.

Mother: Here, apple juice. Let's go sit on the bench and drink it.

Child: Okay.

Urara: (.....The coast is clear.)

After watching them leave, I went back to buy a drink.

Urara: (BCAA.)

……….

(Jackpot, I get a freebie.)

Since I got lucky today, I chose a PET plastic bottle of tea, and shoved it into my pocket.

Urara: Hmm…..

(it's kind of troublesome to run with this in my pocket.)

Part 3

On the way home after a run.

Urara: (Still got nothing to eat. I should go grab something.)

The bento shop I know is just a stone's throw away. Just when I thought of going there….

A sprinkle of rain started to fall.

Urara: (Huh? It’s not in the forecast, is it?)

Bento shop employee: Welcome.

Urara: …….

As I entered the porch, the familiar voice of a familiar employee called out. I looked up at the sky, and the rain had already let up, almost as if it had never happened.

Urara: (So it came and went, just like that?)

I compared the bento sample with the daily menu written behind the cash register.

Urara: (The manager's recommendation is “Pork shabu with plum shiso sauce.”)

(For the daily special, it’s "Mackerel Nanban Bento")

……..

Mackerel Nanban Bento with tartar sauce.

Bento shop employee: Right away!

Bento shop employee: Sorry to keep you waiting. Here, your Mackerel Nanban Bento.

I put the money and point card on the counter.

Bento shop employee: If you come when it rains, you get double points. Here.

Urara: ...The rain’s already stopping.

Bento shop employee: Fufu. Even if it’s just for a brief moment, a rainy day is a rainy day at the end of the day.

…...Oh, you've saved up some points already. Want to exchange them for some freebie croquettes?

Urara: If that’s all right….

Bento shop employee: All right, I'll put some freshly fried ones in your bag.

I took my meal and turned away.

Bento shop employee: Please come again~

Urara: ……

I placed the bento I bought, along with, and the croquettes and tea I had unexpectedly gotten on the table.

Urara: (Should I eat the croquettes before they get cold?)

It’s good.

The balance between the batter and the potatoes made me unconsciously let out a voice.

Ring Ring

Urara: ……Kamiya?

Kamiya: "Oh, hello, Urara. We're having some drinks at the dorm after this, do you want to join?"

Urara: Not a chance.

Kamiya: "Huh? Did something good happen?"

Urara: Where did that come from?

Kamiya: "Hmm. Just a hunch?"

Urara: "Shut your trap.”

Urara: …….

I put my phone down and took another bite. Though it had started to cool, it was still delicious.

TL Note: BBCA = Branched Chain Amino Acid, PET = Polyethylene terephthalate

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Manami Urara #Kamiya #Hinomiya Akehoshi #Suoh Roka #Mikado Takeru

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arashi-no-saxlphone · 6 months ago

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eh fuck it I'm gonna say something a little fucked up cause I keep thinking about it and it's really starting to piss me off. It'll be under a cut because it's long and honestly doesn't serve a purpose beyond me venting I guess but I'm throwing my flag down on this cause it bothers the hell out of me. CW for abuse I guess, both physical and emotional.

Men deserve your consideration too. Men can be abused. Often when men are abused it gets treated like a non issue whether it be physical or emotional because of the age old "just suck it up" attitude. When I was getting smacked by my high school girlfriend people thought it was funny. When I broke up with her I didn't get to say why. I had to put up with people asking me about why I broke up with her "out of nowhere" and started getting treated like an asshole cause I was "such a nice guy and just broke her heart for no reason."

the first major tournament I went to in a long time was this past CB and the reason for that is when I was younger I got choked out from behind at a smash tournament over some nonsense, and no one stepped in to help until the very last second when some guy I knew ran over and pulled the other guy off me. I was seeing spots and I feared for my life. I was in tears and in shock and when I told my family what happened they laughed like it was funny. "You're a big guy just throw him off, hit him, do something." I spent the next few days in basically isolation while my family ignored me until I "got over it." I was shaking every time I entered a room with a gaggle of setups and refused to be anywhere that didn't have a wall directly behind me. I had to process that by myself and fugure it out alone. Men often don't get the benefit of the doubt or the emotional support they need or even ask for, oftentimes just based on the sole fact that they're Men. Too much emotion and you could be "unstable and violent" too little emotion and you're "a possible psychopath" (and all the layered stigma that comes with that). You have to play an impossible fucking balancing act and you have to play it all by yourself and if you fall people just go "ugh, men" and move on.

I spent my formative years playing emotional support to my family because my father was a dick and my mother was a mess and my brother was even younger than I was. I postured and held shit together and never once had my actual emotional needs met or cared about by the people who were supposed to raise me. I have a lot of anger issues and I get emotional pretty easily. I don't talk about shit to people because it just gets met with discomfort or dismissal or in some cases outright abandoment, and you reach a point where you have to decide to compartmentailze everything or be totally alone. If you're wondering where my oftetimes "fuck you and the horse you rode in on" attitude comes from, it's from the fact that people want you to be super nice like you have no problems ever and the second you show an ounce of vulnerability or impatience, they abandon you and turn you away. For what reason then should I be posturing for you?

So when I watch people on here dismiss entire swaths of people based on one single trait that is out of their control, it honest to god makes me want to knock heads. You have no idea what people have been through. You have no idea what day to day life is actually like for some people. The old corollary of "being marginalized doesn't make you incapable of committing acts of oppression" works in the opposite direction too: being priveleged doesn't make you invulnerable to other forms of abuse. Identity is too fluid and complicated a thing for that to be the case for anyone, ever.

I am not saying that you're supposed to coddle people who are shitty. I am not saying that it is your responsibility to go around and save people even if they're assholes. I am not saying that someone being abused is ever a justification for comitting abuse in turn. I'm saying that applying a sweeping characterization of an entire group has never, and will never, serve anyone in a positive way other than contribute to an epidemic of systemic emotional neglect and abuse.

I cannot believe it's rocket science to people to just. Treat people on a case by case basis. There's no such thing as a group of people that are wholly good or evil. Being a part of a community or having a certain identity does not inherently make you a good person incapable of doing wrong, and the other way around. I don't know why the site that loves to whine about people not understanding nuance or being able to read loves to still make sweeping generalizations without considering anything else. Please fucking check yourself like you would for any other group that you see people demonizing en masse.

And guys, you just have to hang in there. You gotta. There are people out there who will treat you softly and nicely if you ask for it. You are allowed to feel things, it is not a crime to feel things. It is not a crime to be lost or vulnerable or need help and I hope to god each and every one of you learns that and believes it fast because truthfully, the world will keep trying to grind you down into dust to preserve itself and the shitty patriarchal society we're all trapped in.

#sairambles #cw abuse #I hope that was clear enough #don't fuckin come at me on this post with some bullshit I will not even waste my time #vent post #I'll stick that on there too people are well within their right to not want to read me getting upset #just a tired angry guy at this point in my life and getting really tired of the sentiment that it's either my fault #or that I've got no right to feel that way #you take this post on good faith or you don't I guess

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