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ayellowdaylily · 3 months ago

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Commander's Needs [NSFW]

» pairing: canon!Hange x afab!Reader » summary: Delivering Levi's paperwork to a certain Commander turns into something you could only dream about. » word count: 3.4k » notes/warnings: smut... p in v, please read my Hange headcanon for this! lots of pet names (dear, darling, good girl, love), Hange has a cock and boobs *Vine boom*, major slow burn » a/n: I had sm fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it (first fic on Tumblr so pls be nice T-T) this is also half not edited bc it's 3 am... so uh don't mind it being practically all over the place » song recommendations: Intro: Singularity by BTS » Ao3 link Happy reading ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Only the sound of the crickets outside the window, as well as the quietness of the night, could be heard from Commander Hange Zoë’s office as they immersed themselves in some rather last-minute paperwork. The oil lamp’s flickering flame reflected off their glasses as they wrote, signed and stamped.

The soft silence was suddenly broken by the sound of knocks at the Commander’s door, drawing their attention away from the messy paperwork splattered across the desk, to the unexpected raps. It was rather late, why would anyone come knocking, Hange thought as they got up from the chair.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here at this hour?” Exclaimed the Commander as they opened the door to reveal the sudden visitor.

“Oh- so sorry for the late disturbance,” You said with a panicked tone as you glanced nervously at the papers in your hand, guiding them towards the Commander’s direction. “Captain Levi had instructed me to give these to you.”

As Hange sensed your tense posture, they swiftly grabbed the papers from your hands, examining them with an apparent curiosity about their contents.

“No need to worry! So Levi’s got you to do his dirty work this time?” Hange asked jokingly as they leaned against the door frame.

“I was just passing by, I’m guessing I was one of the few still awake at this time. I don’t mind tho.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Hange removed their weight from the doorframe as they returned to their desk “Now that you’re here, I might as well enjoy the company.” They pulled a chair and patted it. “Come, sit down.”

With hesitation, you slowly approached the seat and settled yourself beside Hange. The sound of a chair scraping at the floor broke the awkward silence as the Commander scooted themselves closer.

“So, besides being Levi’s mail person, what else do you do?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you gathered your thoughts, holding your tongue before answering.

“I volunteer in the medical bay quite often, if not I'm just your regular old scout.”

Hange took the time to examine you as you spoke, taking in every detail - from your hair to how the soft orange light cast by the oil lamp’s flame reflected in your eyes. You simply looked… captivating.

“A medic, huh?” Hange finally spoke once they acknowledged they had been silent for too long. “That means you know a thing or two about anatomy, right?”

“I do, I’ve seen and learned lots of things.” You responded quickly as the Commander’s question took you aback.

Hanges eyes surveyed your face, looking for any hint of hesitation, but it wasn’t intimidating, it was… more curious than anything. Moist began covering the palms of your hands as they took their time to answer once more. Quickly, you wiped them on your pants.

“Do you think you could take a look at my neck real quick?”

“Of course! What seems to be the problem Commander?”

Slowly, Hange’s blouse revealed their shoulders as well as the upper part of their chest while they undid the first few buttons. You felt a soft plush crawl at your cheeks at the sight of Hange’s exposed skin but as the Commander turned around, you observed a swollen part of their skin located on the upper back.

“This spot has been killing me. I don’t know what the hell happened but can you take a look?” Hange said with their back turned, awaiting your medical remarks.

“Well, I think you have a knot in your neck… I’d need to take a closer look to be sure.” You explained softly.

“Do what you must, doctor.” Hange joked.

You gave them a soft hum before reaching out. The contact between your cold hands and the warmth of their body sent jolts up your spine as you touched Hange’s skin, softly touching the tense muscle.

Hanges nerves followed the touch of your fingertips on their back, they leaned into your touch a little, their breath catching in their throat when you started touching them in a not-so-delicate way, contrasting your previous soft touch.

“Have you been stressed recently?”

“Yeah, I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual lately. It’s been a rough few months, with the new position.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it…” You said as you continued to examine their skin with your fingers. “You simply have a muscle knot, you could always let it go away on its own, or I could loosen it a bit to help. But for it to get better in general, you need good nutrition and rest.”

Hange listened intently as you explained, their mind fixated on the way your touch felt on their skin. They nodded in agreement as you suggested to help loosen it slightly, but hearing your last suggestion caused a small chuckle to escape their lips.

“Rest? That’s a good one, I don't think I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks. I don’t have time for-”

“Commander!” Gripping their shoulders, you turned Hange around to face you. “It’s important for you to get rest. As a matter of fact, as your acting doctor, I want you to go to bed now! The paperwork can wait.” You persisted.

Taken aback by your insistence, Hange simply stared into your eyes. They weren’t used to someone, especially a lower-ranked scout, telling them what to do. The corners of their lips quivered as they fought back the smile threatening to spread across their face.

“You think you can tell me what to do? I have lots of important work to get done tonight.” Hange said with a teasing tone as they folded their arms across their chest. You knew damn well you had absolutely no right to order the Commander around, but you were genuinely concerned for their health.

“Commander, please. It really is important to take care of yourself. No matter how much “important” work you may have.”

The only reaction Hange gave you was a soft chuckle at your persistence. They weren’t used to someone being so headstrong with them, but they secretly found themselves amused by your determination.

“Alright, alright. I’ll rest. I guess you only have my best interest in mind, right?” Hange responded as she shook her head in defeat.

“You bet, Commander!” You said with a bright smile plastered on your face that Hange couldn’t help but return. There was something about your presence that put them at ease, even though your determined attitude, they were enjoying this little back-and-forth banter.

“You’re feisty, you know that?” Hange exclaimed as they slipped their blouse back onto their shoulders, not bothering to rebutton the top buttons. “I like it”

A soft blush began covering your cheeks as you ignored their last comment.

“No time for joking around, you need a good night's rest for once.” You said demandingly as Hange held up their hands in surrender with a faint laugh.

“Yes I’m going, I’m going.” They said in a low voice, getting up from their chair with a groan.

“One more thing though…” Hange continued, stopping you in your walk towards the door.

“What is it, Commander?”

Hange remained silent before they stepped closer to you, observing you once more with a curious gaze.

“Is it a part of a doctor’s job to also ensure the patient they’re checking on… enjoys the experience?” Their voice dropped to a lower, more intense tone as they asked you. Their gaze fixed so intensely into you.

Your words came out with a stutter as Hange loomed over you, their imposing presence slightly intimidating you. “O-our patients' experience is the most important part of the job.”

The Commander smirked at your stammered response. They could tell they were making you seemingly nervous, but your reaction only fueled their enjoyment and encouraged them to push further.

“Is that so” Hange taunted under their breath as they closed the small gap between you two, their strides bringing them overwhelming close, forcing your body to make contact with their office door. They raised a hand and delicately caressed your cheek while slowly tracing the outline of your face tenderly, their touch sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Faced with the Commander's unexpected boldness, you only stood frozen in shock, unable to react any other way. A soft snicker escaped Hange’s lips as they watched your flustered face and nervous stature. With their soft fingertips still tracing your face, they pushed away a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re awfully red… aren’t you, my darling?” They murmured into your ear. Shivers were sent down your spine as their soft breath tickled your ear. The comforting warmth of Hange’s touch disappeared from your face, their hand slowly continuing its path along your body before it came to a stop at your waist, trapping it in an intimate embrace. To your surprise, your body reacted strangely to the Commander's intimate touch, the warmth of their hand against your skin sent sparks of anticipation down your spine, brewing a heat deep within you that you couldn't explain nor ignore. A smile slowly crept to Hange's lips as they felt your body tensing up to their tender touch. The Commander continued to revel in the effect they had on you, the hand resting at your waist travelled higher, their fingers dancing across your bare skin, tracing patterns that sent tremors of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but look down as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and trepidation at their touch. The anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger.

“You’re terribly quiet, darling… speak up.” Their hot breath tingled against the crook of your neck as Hange whispered, the hand that was once simply resting by their side now forcing your chin upwards.

“Commander…” You muttered as their touch sent sparks of anticipation down to your core. Hange’s grin widened at the sound of your frailed whisper, fueling the desire boiling inside of them.

“Call me Hange, dear.” Their lips ghosted against the line of your jaw, drawing you closer. The soft, velvety touch of their lips sent subtle shivers of pleasure rippling down your body, the tender caress was an inevitable invitation to your anticipation.

“Coma- Hange” You whispered. With a hum of satisfaction escaping Hange’s throat, the sound of their name coming from your lips fueled their enjoyment.

“Ah, that's better. I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.” They continued to pepper your jaw with soft, tender kisses, their lingering breath hot and warm against your skin. Hange’s hand, which had journeyed to your stomach, slowly trailed downwards, the tips of their fingers tracing a torturous path along the hem of your pants, creating a delicious tension that left you yearning for more. Leaning even closer, now bodies fully pressed onto each other, Hange’s face left your jaw and brought their lips to your ear.

“You’re struggling to keep it together, aren’t you?”

The Commander couldn’t help but grin a little wider at the soft serenade of you moaning their name. It was such a sweet sound, yet it sent such terrible images through Hange’s mind. Pulling their head back slightly, just enough to view how much of a wreck they had created.

And there you were, Hange’s eyes darkened, taking in your flustered state. With a small smirk appearing on their lips, they permitted their hand to venture further down your body, delving under the waistband of your pants to trace the edge of your underwear teasingly. Such close contact near your core sent jolts of excitement through you. You felt yourself becoming wetter as Hange’s explorations became bolder. Your eyes were drawn to Hange’s lips as if magnetized, you felt the longing hunger grow inside you as you remained powerless. The Commander's gaze bore onto you more intently, noticing the way your body trembled as their hand discovered newer parts of your soft, lush skin. They couldn’t help but flicker their gaze down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes, boring the same eagerness as their own.

“Hange.. Please” You muttered quietly, you couldn’t wait any longer, the delirious tension had taken your mind by force.

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me, please…”

It was as if a string had broken, releasing a rush of need inside of them.

Hange didn’t hesitate for a moment before allowing their hand to venture downwards towards your core, their fingertips finding your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear.

In response, you simply let out a soft moan of their name. Relieving, that’s how it felt. Darkness overtook your vision as you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of Hange’s fingertips caressing your sensitive core overtake you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” With a forceful hand, the Commander took your chin and tilted it upwards. You obeyed their command, letting your eyes bore into theirs, but, you needed more, you needed them.

“Good girl” They whispered, their voice soft and intimate as they leaned forward, gently resting their forehead on yours. The closeness intensified the moment, their words filling the air between you like a shared secret only for the two of you. Your core became needy. You couldn’t stop yourself from lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around the Commander’s hips, bringing them even closer than before.

“More… Please, more.” You muttered under your breath, begging Hange to feed your core’s hungriness. Oh, how your sweet begging and your desperate moans drove them wild; the Commander was more than happy to comply with your request. Their movement was painfully slow as they pushed the delicate fabric of your underwear to the side, finally letting their fingers come into contact with your bare skin. Hange teased you ever so slightly as they dragged their fingers down your slit, covering them in your slick.

And before you knew it, a finger entered your needy core.

“Is this what you wanted, my dear?” The Commander’s breath tickled your ear as they whispered, their finger thrusting into you. You could only gasp at the sensation, bringing your hands up from their idle position to venture into Hange’s messy hair, tugging and combing through it. It was Hange’s turn to let out a soft moan at the sensation, your touch sending sparks down their spine.

“The way you’re sucking me in, it’s driving me crazy.” They whispered, their voice raspy with desire. An empowering rush of confidence overtook you as you allowed your hand to trail down Hange’s body, slowly moving until coming to a halt at the bulge of their pants. The bold move sent a thrill through you, the touch of your hand against their evident arousal filled you with a sense of excitement. The Commander let out a gasp as they felt your hand press against their core, the unexpected feeling ignited a sudden wave of heat and desire that coursed through their body. The intimate touch sent a shockwave of sensations around their body, their body responding instinctively to your caress by leaning into your touch, they felt every ounce of restraint slipping away.

Hange moaned your name as their eyes darkened, not being able to hold back, they entrapped your lips into a searing, messy kiss while adding a digit inside of you. It was sloppy, yet you were trying to memorize the feeling of Hange’s lips on yours. The warmth of the hand that was once softly caressing the skin of your jaw now left it unattended, while suddenly entrapping both of your hands together. Without warning, the feeling of Hange’s fingers inside of you disappeared. You whined in protest.

“Shush darling, let’s get to the good part, shall we?”

The sound of your ruffling blouse could be heard as the Commander unbuttoned it impatiently, all while leaving scattered kisses across your neck. Finally free from the confinement, your arms wrapped around Hange’s neck as they ventured lower, continuing with lingering kisses down your body. Hange hummed ever so slightly into every kiss. With a swift move, they hoisted your legs onto their shoulders and brought you off the ground. Their hands under your thighs, they held you securely against them while guiding you towards the bed. Your back made contact with the plush blanket as Hange gently put you down, their lips trailing up to yours to meet in a tongued kiss. The Commander’s lips were now seared into your memory, their tongue dancing with yours. You let yourself sink into the mattress as Hange unbuttoned your pants, leaving your covered core in the air. You bucked your hips as they pushed their knee to your sensitive area, grinding yourself onto it to get the least bit of pleasure. Admiring the view, Hange swiftly undid the last buttons of their blouse before tossing it with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. The warmth of their hands returned to your body as they ever-so-slightly lifted your back off of the bed to unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts. Your hands covered your sensitive buds as the cold air hit them before being pried away.

“Don’t be shy, love, we’re already past the point of no return,” The Commander whispered greedily. Before you knew it, Hange’s mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, sucking and twisting your bud with their tongue as their hands worked around your panties, slipping them off of you while you were too exhilarated from the new sensation.

Your eyes trailed Hange’s now naked body when they finally removed their garments, revealing their pretty bust and their needy cock that leaked precum. Joining you on the bed, Hange gently lifted your leg, their lips began a soft trail of pecks up your body until you were face to face. Honey-brown eyes bore into yours, searching for hesitation.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“This isn’t very professional,” You said in a teasing tone before instantly regretting your choice of words.

“To hell with professionalism.” They muttered in a ragged voice before entering you without warning. Your pussy sucked in Hange’s cock as if it was built just for them. Soft moans of your name left their lips at the sensation. Each one of their thrust made their cock explore a new cove of your core, making your hips buck every time. Your hands cramped up as you gripped the sheets before you tangled them into Hange’s dishevelled hair. You hadn’t expected the Commander to fuck as if possessed, their thrusts were rough yet relieving to your neediness. Sweet nothings kept spewing out of their mouth as you moaned; you could barely hear yourself over the sound of your skin slapping.

“So good, so good,” Hange muttered frantically as they buried their face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of their breath tickling your skin added to the many sensations you were feeling. It was almost overwhelming. Hands now holding onto their back, you clung onto them, nails digging ever so slightly into their skin. The Commander's soft grunts kept resonating in your ears.

Your walls began clenching around Hange’s cock, your breath becoming more and more ragged. Each trust sent waves of pleasure through you, you couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, I needed you so badly.” They mumbled as their elbows came to rest beside your head. “You look so pretty, getting fucked like this, my dear”

You let out a lewd moan as Hange’s thrusts became rougher, you could tell by how their cock quivered inside of you that they were close. With a limp move of the hand, the Commander brought your legs to their waist. You held them tight with your wrapped legs, letting their cock access you deeper. Each thrust, groan, and squeeze threatened to push you over the deep end. Hange overtook you, you let it happen.

“Inside me, please… Hange,” You said in multiple breaths as your walls began quivering around their member. They gasped loudly at the sensation while letting out a cuss.

Stumbling over your breaths, you became undone on the Commander’s cock. Legs quivering and nails digging into their skin, you moaned Hange’s name over and over again as they fucked you through your high before they plunged deep inside of you for their last thrust, filling you up with their cum.

Slowly, Hange slipped out of you, a gasp escaping your lips.

A smirk appeared as their eyes examined your now fucked-out body, as well as the soft white that escaped your hole, spilling onto the sheets. Hange was admiring their work of art.

With a lingering kiss on your temple, the Commander let their body fall beside you with a squeak of the bed. “Let’s get some sleep now, my dear,”

“You’re such an idiot,” You chuckled before snuggling into their arm tiredly.

#hange x reader #attack on titan #aot #smut #hange zoe #hange zoe x you #hange zoe smut #hange zoe x reader #hange x you #hange x y/n #hange aot

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gaybatmanenthusiast · 1 year ago

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PLS PLS PLSSS WRITE A JOKER X MALE READER FIC BRO BEGGING ON MY KNEESS POOKIE!!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻

like uhhh make reader is a new villain in Gotham, but like they’re like also not a villain or something like that I don’t know. I just want him to be evil and I don’t want it like to romantical you know what I mean?!?!? !!!!!

DANCING WITH DARKNESS (oneshot)

(THE JOKER X MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 544

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ summary : ^^

⋆★ extra : new and refreshed!! I wrote this awhile ago and sent it to my friend on disc but I might as well post it here<3

In the shadowed streets of Gotham City, a mysterious newcomer emerged, captivating the attention of its residents, particularly the infamous criminal mastermind known as The Joker. (M/N), with his enigmatic charm and undeniable magnetism, quickly became a subject of interest for the madman.

Unbeknownst to The Joker, (M/N) had his own dark agenda brewing beneath the surface. His presence in Gotham was no coincidence; he had carefully calculated his moves, ready to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

As (M/N) and The Joker crossed paths, a spark of madness flew between them. The Joker's twisted mind was both fascinated and intrigued by the enigma that was (M/N). There was something about his calculated manner and hidden intentions that tickled The Joker's desire for chaos.

Unwittingly, (M/N) found himself captivated by The Joker's charm and unpredictability. There was an intoxicating allure about the criminal mastermind that drew him in, despite the danger that lurked within those twisted smiles.

The dance between (M/N) and The Joker took on a new level of thrill and danger. Their encounters became a constant game of push and pull, each one testing the other's limits and boundaries. With every passing moment, the line between obsession and attraction blurred, igniting an intense connection that neither of them could deny.

As Gotham City trembled under their shared presence, they embarked on a journey intertwined with violence, deception, and dark desires. The dangerous game they played only fueled the flames of their twisted passion, with each move threatening to either consume them or become their ultimate downfall.

—

As (M/N) and The Joker delved deeper into their entangled web, secrets started to unravel. Each revelation pulled them further into the depths of their own darkness. They discovered that they were two sides of the same coin, driven by their insatiable thirst for chaos and power.

Despite the treacherous path they walked, (M/N) found himself drawn to The Joker's madness, finding a strange solace in the chaos that surrounded them. Likewise, The Joker, unable to resist (M/N)'s hidden motives, admired the newcomer's twisted brilliance.

—

In the climactic showdown between (M/N) and The Joker, their dark desires reached their peak. The city of Gotham became their playground, a canvas upon which they painted their twisted art. In a twisted symphony of violence and madness, they realized that they were both enhancers and catalysts for each other's darkest selves.

Their bond, born from a shared addiction to chaos, threatened to consume them entirely. In the face of their destructive passion, they were forced to question their loyalties and decide whether to succumb to their dark desires or seek redemption in a world that seemed irredeemable.

—

(M/N) and The Joker's dangerous dance continued, each step becoming more perilous than the last. They remained locked in their co-dependent game, forever drawn to the darkness that enveloped them. In the twisted tapestry of Gotham City, they found an unlikely connection, forever entwined in a dance of chaos and desire.

Whether they would find salvation or meet their ultimate downfall remained uncertain. But one thing remained clear—wherever (M/N) and The Joker ventured, chaos followed, a testament to the power of their dark desires and the twisted bond they shared.

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years ago

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hi i really love how you wrote marshall lee!! i couldn't stop thinking about your writing, youre just truly talented!!! it was the dog reader personality that really made me weak at the knees. is it possible you could do a lambgirl reader? half girl half lamb? i saw this idea somewhere and this sorta dynamic with bad boy marshall makes me go😫😫!!! but you can push it down on the list if u want. no rush or anything! you dont owe us anything and remember to take breaks. love you❤️

I love you tooo ty for the encouragement <333

Ty for requesting, sorry I’m it takes me so long to get them done D:

I have recently started writing on ao3 so if you want to read what I have on there my name is just “justanotherauthorig”. Rn I only have a Heisenberg and a Hobbir fanfic so if that’s interesting to you pls check them out ^^ I will post more information soon

Marshall Lee x Lamb Girl! Reader

Tags: fem!reader, Marshall Lee is so hot bruh I can’t, reader is kinda stupid but it’s okay bc she’s nice, idk what to say about this, I didn’t edit it through but are we really surprised?, this would make a good smut :P sorry it’s kinda short tho

Authors note: this was fun :D I googled a bunch of adventure time slang and they’re actually so fun to use lol

Word count; 1,1k

I think he originally started flirting with you just to mess with you

Sure, he thought you were cute as hell

But he wasn’t really looking for anything but a good laugh

You hang out with Fionna and Cake a lot, both of them are very protective of you

The three of you and sometimes BMO have a lil girls night out

On this particular night, you went to the dark forest bc Marshall Lee was having a concert and Fionna really wanted to go

Not so much to hear Marshall Lee, but bc flame prince would be there lol

Anyways, you immediately caught Marshall’s eye as he stood on stage

Both Fionna and Cake had branched off, leaving you alone in the crowd

Your eyes glued to your feet, not even daring to look up at Marshall’s performance as you fiddled nervously with your sleeves

When he finally had a break from the stage, he soundlessly floated up besides you

I kid you not, you almost bleated when you turned around to find the vampire king right besides you as you turned your head

You jumped, scrambled to get away as your lower lip quivered, white ears flattened to your head

“Woah, woah. Calm down there, sweetheart,” Marshall laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender

You quickly realized that he didn’t intend to harm you and somewhat calmed down, still slightly worried as he flashed his shiny white fangs to you

Your brows furrowed, fists clenching your dress as you fought to keep back the angry tears

“I-I am calm! Have you not heard that it’s rude to go around scaring people like that?” You huffed, sending him the most intimidating glare you could muster which to Marshall Lee looked more like a scared bunny

He smiled wider. “Well, I’m not exactly known for being nice,” He said, voice slightly deepening

You felt threatened, he looked at you like a predator looked at it’s prey and you finally understood why Cake was always bad-mouthing him

“I only hang out with nice people, sorry.” You muttered, turning away from him just to get a break from his all-consuming stare

He laughed again, clearly finding your reacting to be the most hilarious thing he had heard in a long time

You jumped again when you felt his hand creepy up the back of your neck, lips ghosting over your pulse point

Your breath caught in your throat, tears springing to your eyes again at the thought of being bitten. “P-please don’t bite me! Fionna will get m-mad!” You hiccuped, twisting the fabric of your dress even more until it was wrinkled and warm.

He blew on your neck and you felt him pout. “Fionna, huh?”

He pushed himself away from you a bit, finally getting himself out of your close personal space as he floated around you to face you again

“Aw, baby. Don’t cry,” he grinned when he saw your flushed cheek and quivering lips. “I just wanted to have a bit of fun, can you blame me?”

You shook your head defiantly as an answer, making him laugh again. “I promise I won’t bite you, little lady. On one condition,” he said, placing a large hand on your head

You mentally slapped yourself for the way you wanted to lean into his hand, ears twitching ever so slightly as his cold hand touched them

You wrinkled your nose. “On what condition?”

“Sing the next song on stage with me.”

Your eyes widened comically. “No way! I- I don’t even know how to sing! And I don’t know any of your songs,”

Marshall pouted, dramatically holding a hand over his non-beating heart. “And here I thought you were enjoying my show! I’m hurt!” Then he winked at you. “But don’t worry, all you have to do is follow my lead.” And before you knew it, he had an arm around your neck waist and legs as he hoisted you up in his arms

He carried you to the stage, floating above the crowd as you clutched him tightly in fear of falling

He sat you gently down on stage, grabbing his axe-bass and the crown immediately erupted in cheers

You were frozen in fear, face caught in between an angry flush and hysteric cries as you stood before the crowd

You already hated standing down before the scene, with all the people pushing and shoving it quickly overwhelmed you

But standing in front of at least a hundred candy kingdom citizens and a bunch of princes topped the chart of things you hated

You desperately pulled your cardigan around you, attempting to hide as your tail twitched and your ears once again laid themselves flat against your hair

“Follow my lead,” you choked on a gasp when Marshall was suddenly besides you again, whispering in your ear with that deep voice of his

“Good little girl, always picking a fight with me, you know that I’m bad” Marshall hummed, hands leaving his bass for a moment to gently sway your hips

You turned at least ten shades redder, burning up as he made you sway sultrily in front of the mesmerized crowd.

Well, luckily he had picked a song you actually knew.

“But your spending the night with me. What do you want from my world? You’re good little girl,” his hands left you to play his bass again, you gently swayed your hips to the rhythm

You looked intently at Marshall, figuring it was better to look at the troublemaker himself than the large crowd

He made a motion with his head, signaling you to start singing

“Uh-“ you started, inhaling deeply to not stumble over the words. “B-Bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like, I really don’t buy,” you had to yet again stop yourself from bleating again, taking quick breaths as your hands shook

“That you’re t-that kind of guy-y,” you closed your eyes tightly, hating the way you could help hiccuping up the words. “And if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?”

Suddenly Marshall was by your ear again, chuckling darkly. “You did so well, little lady.” He murmured, before floating away from you a bit to continue the show

“Hey! Isn’t that Y/n?” You breathed out heavily in relief upon hearing Fionna’s voice.

“Come here, sugar,” suddenly Cake enveloped you and you welcomed her happily, snuggling yourself into her warm fur

She stretched, setting you down on the ground besides Fionna before taking your place on stage, cutting Marshall Lee’s verse short as she started singing about hot tomatoes and good sauces

“Hey, are you okay, Y/n? You look pretty jacked up,” Fionna said, pulling you to her side

“Marshall Lee told me to sing with him or he would bite me,” you mumbled bitterly, leaning onto Fionna’s shoulders

She clenched her teeth, face flushing angrily. “That son of a blee-blob!” She hissed. “I’ll kick his buns,”

You smiled slightly. “I told him you would get mad if he bit me,”

“Of course I would! What a butt-guy..”

When the concert ended Fionna was quick to find Marshall and give him a piece of her mind, however the vampire king only laughed her off, telling her that next time he would you wouldn’t be so lucky

Both Fionna and Cake insisted you slept at the treehouse that night and you happily agreed

Of course, it didn’t take Marshall long to seek you out again

He honestly doesn’t have that much going on, a bored guy needs entertainment

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite little lamb,” Marshall grinned, suddenly appearing in a tree as you were walking home from one of Tree Trunk’s apple pie dinners

This time you pretended not to jump, huffing as you held your head high, refusing to look at him

“I-if it isn’t my least favorite vampire king,” you said, half of your words coming out as a whisper. You mentally slapped yourself, if you were going to give him a comeback you you at least sound like you weren’t absolutely shaking in your boots

“Now that really hurt!” Marshall pouted as he spoke, coming down from the tree to walk besides you “you smell like apple pie,” he noted, sniffing the air

You wrung your hands nervously. “Tree Trunks made me apple pie,” you muttered, still refusing to directly look at the vampire

He cackled. “Jeez. That must have been so boring,”

You frowned, even though your face was turned the other way Marshall Lee noticed, filled with glee. “Tree Trunks is really nice! And his apple pie is amazing,” you huffed, defending your dear friend

“Tree Trunk’s is bunk, dude. Let’s go somewhere,” He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to finally face him. “Come with me to this undead party, it’s rad. I know you want to,”

You finally had enough, angry heat flooding your face. “L-Leave me alone! And stop acting like such a mr. cool-guy you.. you! Ding-wad!”

To your utter surprise, your little outburst just made Marshall laugh loudly. “I’m a ding-wad, huh? Alright, alright. Give me a chance to show you something cool and I bet you won’t think I’m a ding-wad after,” he grinned, cocking his head like a puppy

A very threatening puppy, in your opinion

You took a moment to regain yourself, noticing he was being somewhat sincere. The goodness in your heart won and you shyly looked at your feet. “A-alright. But no funny tricks,” you mumbled.

“You got it, sweetheart!” He said as he lifted you bridal-style, taking off into the air.

To your utter surprise, you ended up having a good time with Marshall Lee.

He took you to a party in a graveyard, ghosts was actually a lot more chill than most living ppl and you actually managed to socialize

When you got tired and socially exhausted all you had to do was gently tuck on Marshall’s sleeve and he happily flew you home

To his house, I mean. You protested at first, as you didn’t know him that well and it seemed like a pretty bad idea to sleep over at a blood-thirsty vampires house

But all your sleepy protests died down as he tucked you into his bed, gently wrapping you in the sheets and quietly humming as you drifted off to sleep.

As he watched you sleep, ears twitching and cheeks puffed out, he realize that what started as a joke had turned real pretty fast

He felt an overwhelming urge to protect you, not that he would stop mercilessly teasing you, but he quickly discarded the idea that you were just a new plaything

He was also pretty sure Fionna would actually skin him alive (or dead I suppose) if he upset you

When you hung out at the tree house the next day and told them about how you slept over at Marshall’s she was already pretty read to beat his guts

Slowly, and I mean slowly, bc Marshall is a huge tease and you couldn’t stand looking at him for more than 5 minutes without getting so embarrassed you could melt, the two of you eventually started dating

Rest assured, Fionna and Cake both threatened him on multiple occasions, making sure he was on his best behavior

Even Prince Gumball had a few choice words with him lol

Everyone is was extremely worried lmfao (with good reason)

Marshall can be sweet tho, he actually is sometimes

Especially in public, since he knows you get overwhelmed super quickly

All you have to do is look at him with those doe-eyes of yours and he gets the message immediately

Doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a fancy dinner in a castle or if he’s playing a concert, he will get you to a place with less people immediately

He really does love you lol

omg bc both of you are so emotionally constipated- like you’re too shy to express your feelings and Marshall has just been taught to believe that expressing feelings is a taboo

If he ever did anything to hurt you tho he would hate himself so much, you’re the purest person he has ever met and hurting you is just a no-no

Sure, he teases you constantly bc that’s just how he is

But if he ever sees upset for real, he will beat himself up over it for the the next decade or so

Fionna will not hesitate to let him know if he messed up either

As I said before, the vampire king will be on his best behavior

You’re his cute little girlfriend and he will treat you as good as he possibly can <3

Hiya ^^ I hope you enjoyed this, sorry it was kinda short D:

I have a confession.. I srsly considered making it into a smut but I stopped myself bc it’s 1 am and I have school tomorrow lol

Lemme know if you would like a part 2 smut version of this :D

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Love, author

#adventure time x reader #adventure time #marshall lee hc #marshall lee #marshall lee x reader #lamb girl reader #fionna and cake #prince gumball #flame princess #i love Marshall lee help #i need sleep #requests are open

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dilucsfav · 2 years ago

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Hey! I’ve got some Cyno for you.

Imagine him walking by a group of students who are too engrossed in a conversation with Reader, right? So they don’t notice him.

He’s listening to what they’re saying and is just in time to hear Reader tell their peers a terrible, horrible joke — nobody laughs, of course, but Reader is doing their damn best to hold in their grin.

So Cyno, whose humor is questionable, just nearly snorts and draws attention to himself.

And you could take it from there? Please? :P because my brain won’t cooperate anymore sjjxlfhdksks

AHAHHZHHHH SCHOOL BOY CYNO???? SCHOOL BOY CYNO???? PLSSS IVE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS ONE DARLINGS.

I overthought about this so much ngl. literally pissed my panties when i read “student,” thinking “DO THEY MEAN HIGH SCHOOL? GRADUATE SCHOOL? COLLEGE? GRADE SCHOOL?” pls and after i wrote it i realized “well fuck maybe they meant students in teyvat,” and then realized if that was the case, then i just wrote a drabble about sumeru high school😭. im not sure if this is what you had wanted BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAYS.

omg but ngl i thought about this off and on all day and now it’s late and i think i’ve FINALLY figured out how i’m gonna write about this…. i had so so much fun writing this and PLEASE LIKE WTFF MY HEART IS MELTING. i also looked up "terrible dad jokes" on google and that's where i found the joke mentioned in this drabble HELDODld-

anyways sorry for the essay, thank you for your request!! praying to lord barbatos that this is kind of.. what you were looking for… IM SORRY IF ITS BAD GUYS PLEASE I SPENT LIKE 30 MINUTES WRITING IT

Holy Water (Cyno x gn!reader)

warning(s): none!!

word count: 550

The lyrics of Cyno’s music flamed loudly through his earbuds, his eyes drawn to the floor as he walked through the crowded hallway.

His curious eyes darted upwards in your direction as he took his earbuds out, quickly shoving them in his pocket. His eyes glazed over your figure as he stared at the small group of people you were chatting with.

You had a stupidly huge grin on your face, your toothy smile making Cyno bite his tongue. His eyes immediately darted towards the floor, but he kept his ears open as he started walking past you.

“How do you make holy water?” You asked, taking a deep breath to keep your laugh in your chest. Cyno listened closely with his brows knitted together as the group of students just stared at you blankly.

“I’m… not sure,” Collei, one of the students in the little group, said to you. She tilted her head in wonder as Tighnari crossed his arms, shrugging.

“You freeze it and then drill holes in it.”

The whole group stared at you and their expressions were pretty blank. Tighnari raised a brow to your foul joke, his mouth parted to the side in wonder. He didn’t try to show any amusement.

Collei nervously smiled after she understood the joke, creasing her brows and holding her books tighter to try and attempt to show some sign of laughter from your joke.

Cyno’s brows rose when he heard the joke, taking a moment to fully process and understand what it even meant. It finally did click in his head, though.

Tighnari, you and Collei all batted your eyes when you heard a small chuckle coming from him. He hadn’t even realized that the small laugh had actually come out. Cyno stopped in his tracks, steadily turning to look at the three of you.

He saw the huge grin on your face become wider.

“See, ahah! I am funny! In your face, Tighnari!” You squealed, playfully hitting Tighnari’s arm. Cyno just stared at you all in shock, unable to really move or say anything.

“You… thought that was funny.” It was more so a statement than a question. Cyno blinked at Tighnari as he said this, before quickly walking down the hallway without saying a word.

Cyno tapped his fingers against the desk, staring at the person who sat right in front of him— you. He couldn’t help but stare at you, thinking of the small interaction he had with you just moments previously.

You looked a little nervous from his blunt and confusing reaction when Tighnari asked him about the joke. Cyno never really had any real conversations with you, as you had lots of other friends. Occasionally, though, you did see him and wave or smile.

Class had already started, so Cyno couldn’t necessarily apologize right now. Maybe it was because he was paranoid, but you seemed bothered and he couldn’t help but blame himself.

That might have been the only reason why he wrote down something quickly on a small piece of paper, quickly tapped your shoulder, and then gave you it.

You looked confused from the notion but when Cyno nodded his head, you looked down to read the small piece of paper, grinning at what it said.

"I thought your joke was really funny. We should talk more."

#cyno x reader #cyno #cyno x y/n #cyno x gn reader #gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin cyno #genshin drabbles #drabble

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joshsmama · 3 years ago

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the secrets we keep

josh kiszka x reader

summary: fluffy domestic josh finds out you’ve been hiding something from him.

TW: includes a poem that i wrote. i know nothing about how to write poems or even write in general so i apologize for breaking any poem “rules” or if it doesn’t make sense. this is something i don’t share with people and is something that i think is fun and brings me comfort so pls pls be nice. other than that I guess bad grammar and a slight invasion of privacy.

not the living room. not the kitchen. not the bedroom or the bathroom. josh’s voice echoed through the empty house as he called your name, completely mystified. besides the muffled pitter patter of raindrops hitting the windows, the house had never been so quiet. it was the type of silence that made him aware of the shuffling noise his own shoes made against the hardwood floor as he walked. he hated that feeling. you weren’t in any of your usual spots when he got home, the smile on his face faultering when he wasn’t greeted by your sweet voice yelling to him your wherabouts, per usual. no, the house was completely void of your presence. after walking back and forth throughout the house, he stood in the middle of the living room, one hand tugging at his white shirt and the other pulling at his curls, dumbfounded. he tried to remember you mentioning having plans, but it musn’t have been more than a couple hours ago when you two spoke on the phone, you mentioning you were at home finishing some online assignments for your classes and ready for him to come home and watch a movie. he noticed your school book and laptop open, resting on the ottoman beside the couch. josh was deep in thought, trying not to panic, when he noticed the back door was cracked open slightly.

josh’s heart was in his stomach as he quickly ran to the door, swinging it open to look out into the backyard. the sound and smell of the rain filled his senses as he scanned the porch. josh released a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding when his eyes landed on you. you sat at the end of the long glass table, throw blanket drapped over your shoulders and back as soft snores escaped your parted lips. your arms rested on the table, one acting as a pillow for your head, the other holding a pencil loosely between your relaxed fingers, inches from a little open book.

josh stood with his hand on the doorknob, relaxing his whitened knuckles as he calmed down. he smiled to himself and shook his head at how he had started to assume the worse so quickly. he refocused his attention to the sleeping beauty before him. first, he was just glad he found you and that you were okay. then, was shaking his head at you, wondering how on earth you could fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position. but you were out like a light. thunder roared in the distance as the rain came down more abundantly and with a louder tune, but it did not wake you.

his focus then narrowed to the book that accompanied you. he quietly walked over to it, careful not to disturb you, and picked it up. he realized then that it was a journal, and you had been writing. josh looked at you incredulously, because for all the time he’s known you, he’s never once seen this little book or heard you mention writing. but here it was, right in front of him, more that halfway filled. he glanced at the page that had been left open, a doodle of what looked like a mother and small child sitting on a hill, staring up at a sky with a sun and moon. his eyes floated to the title of the piece and before he could rationalize what he was doing, he was reading the lines on the paper, a poem:

The Universal Lore of the Sun and her Moon

rest your eyes my love, turn to face the dying sun.

may her apricot lips reach down to kiss freckles upon your nose

and feel her butterfly wings tickle at your lashes.

sense her heat as it begins to radiate from a low hum deep within her

to a blistering flame that now fosters in you,

a transitory gift.

let her body envelope you and protect you from the chilling wind.

feel her, get to know her skin, for she will

not

last

forever.

you musn’t fret though my darling,

watch and you shall see,

for each time the sun falls to rest, she is not alone.

she passes within the arms of the rising moon, smiling upon

the sight of her most ancient friend.

as time gradually presses between them, denying all cries

for an exception, relinquishing no sympathy,

the sun’s eyes flutter in surrenderence as she begins to feel

the absence of consciousness become her,

and softly she whispers, “while i’m away, dearest moon, remember

me, and when i return as i always do, i too will cradle you into oblivion.”

josh’s eyes were glassy as he finished reading. he looked from the book to your face to the book again and then to your hand holding the pencil. he was blown away. he wondered how you could keep something like this from him. josh told you everything. he wondered why you were keeping such talent a secret. josh’s grip on the book faultered slightly as he realized his possible intrudance on your privacy. while he wanted more than anything to wake you up and talk to you, really talk with you about how and why you had started writing and why on earth it was a secret, he did feel slightly guilty for reading what was clearly not intended for him. he respected your choices, even if he couldn’t understand them right now. josh closed the journal and set it back down on the table. he stepped toward you now, resting his hand between your shoulder blades, rubbing gentle circles. your body began to shift slightly, stuck between the realm of sleep and reality.

“sweetheart,” josh whispered, “you fell asleep at the table. let’s get you to bed, hm?” you, being stubborn just like josh knew you were, made no effort to move, even though josh could tell you were ignoring him. he knew you would sleep like this all night if you didn’t move now so, josh swooped his arms down, one under your knees, the other supporting your back, and lifted you up to his chest. as he carried you to the bed, you nuzzled your cold nose into his neck and draped your arm across his shoulder. josh hummed at the feeling of your closeness. he loved you deeply and more than anything. as he layed you down onto the bed, he whispered again, “i love you, y/n.”

josh couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, he couldn’t believe that he had a lifetime to get to know you, to understand you, to grow old with you. he was excited about the future and this little secret, this little secret you had made him fall even more in love with you. josh decided he could wait for the day when you would decide to share that side of yourself with him. and he would wait forever for you.

the end!

i know, i know, i have a lot of feelings. i just want a creative cute short king like josh to be my boyfriend and understand me and also he should pp rainbows and shit butterflies🌈🦋

okay well i hope you enjoyed this! i love writing in fluffy josh sort-of-pov🧡🧡

have a good day:)

#josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fluff #josh gvf #gvf #greta van fleet #gvf imagine #gvf one shot #jake kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fleet imagine #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction

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nugnthopkns · 4 years ago

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if everything could ever feel this real forever

word count: 4.3k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sexual content (nothing explicit but minors please be aware!)

recommended listening: everlong | foo fighters

a/n: broke down and wrote for ratty matty. alternalty titled four times matthew thinks you’re the one and one time he knows (4+1′s are fun to write, pls don’t fight me). also pls ignore the fact i don’t know how airports work, i’ve only ever flown domestically lmao

Matthew feels different when you’re around.

You don’t turn him into a completely different person. He’s still himself – an absolute pest at times – but more genuine. With you he can feel everything deeply, say whatever’s on his mind without the fear of being judged. It’s the best kind of different, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. His teammates constantly ask him when he’s going to lock you down; put a ring on your finger and change your last name, but he needs to be sure before he makes such a big commitment.

one

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re sweating buckets in the back of an Uber. The driver has the air cranked, but nothing seems to alleviate the heat. You know it will be worse in St. Louis so you do your best not to complain, but it’s hard. Taking two weeks off to visit your boyfriend in his hometown sounded like a great idea, but reading the weather forecast has you re-evaluating the trip.

Your phone lights up in your lap, and you eagerly unlock it. It’s a text from Matthew. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. Tayrn will be there to pick you up – Brady and I’s on-ice got extended. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.

Though you wish he could be the first person you see when you touch down, you understand that his job comes first. Besides, your re-unification will be more private this way. I get to see the best Tkachuk first, fuck yeah you reply, before following it up with Love you too Matty. See you soon.

Soon after sending the text you arrive at the entrance of Calgary International Airport. With a polite thank you to your driver, you grab your suitcase and head inside. The working air conditioning answers your silent prayers and you feel your body slowly return to a normal temperature. Check in is fast, and before you know it you’re breezing through security. A slightly nervous traveller, you’re at the gate earlier than you need to be. The plane doesn’t take off for another two hours. You don’t mind the wait, listening to a couple of podcast episodes and grabbing a snack at the lounge before boarding.

The five hour flight passes in the blink of an eye. St. Louis is busier than Calgary, and it takes you longer than you thought it would to get through customs. Once passed immigration and at the baggage carousel you let Matthew know you’re safely inside the city limits. You grab your obnoxious suitcase – a bright red thing with a giant Flames logo that Matthew thought would be funny to give you – and set out to find Tayrn. She’s easy to spot, waving a giant poster with your name on it. Abandoning nearly all airport etiquette, you rush through the crowd to see her. Over the years she’s become a little sister and close friend, and you really wish you could see her more frequently.

“Y/N!” Taryn squeals as you wrap your arms around her. The pair of you embrace for another moment or two before making your way to her car. Neither of you can stop talking, so excited to be in each other’s presence.

“It’s so nice to be back,” you sigh. “I really do like St. Louis.”

Tayrn giggles. “You’re just excited to see Matthew.”

Though she isn’t wrong, you swat her bicep in faux annoyance. “What? Can a girl not enjoy a nice Midwestern city?” You push your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose before continuing. “Besides, I only came here to see you. I see enough of Matt at home.”

She rolls her eyes but extends her arm so you can fist bump her. With a quick look to make sure the way is clear, Taryn exits the parking spot and heads in the direction of your temporary home. The open sunroof allows the wind to whip through your hair and you struggle to tame it enough to put it in a ponytail. One Direction blasts from the stereo, and you join Taryn in screaming the lyrics until your lungs hurt. Being on vacation, even if it’s only to St. Louis, is so freeing. You don’t have to deal with work deadlines or friendship drama. All that matters is spending time with Matthew.

When you pull into the Tkachuk’s driveway it’s empty. It’s Thursday afternoon; Chantal’s at work, Keith is golfing with friends, and the boys are at the rink. You take a few minutes to unpack, filling Matthew’s drawers with your clothes, before joining Taryn by the pool. St. Louis is just as hot as the city you left, and the travel has left you feeling below average. A quick swim is sure to be the perfect remedy.

The water is the right kind of cool, and alleviates any stress you were possibly feeling. You’re properly in vacation mode now, lounging on pool floaties and gossiping with Taryn. An hour later when Matthew returns home you’re in basically the same position. Stepping out into the yard he sees you urging Taryn to turn around so you can place sunscreen onto the one spot she missed, laughing all the while at some ridiculous celebrity rumor she’s telling you. Seeing you get along so easy with his sister, and the rest of his family, makes his heart swell.

In the couple of months you’ve been separated, Matthew’s thought a lot about his future. Specifically about his future with you. When he closes his eyes he can see it clearly: the two of you married with children and a dog, living in a house in the mountains and loving life. It’s idyllic, and even though he knows you’d say yes if he asked you, Matthew still can’t bring himself to do it. There’s something in the back of his brain telling him to wait until he knows with absolute certainty that you’re it for him.

Not wanting to be separated from you for a minute more, he snaps out of his daze and scurries over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing a kiss to the base of neck, he relishes in how you mould to him immediately, not even questioning who it was.

“Welcome back baby,” Matthew mumbles into your skin.

With a chuckle you wriggle slightly in his grasp, allowing yourself to face him. You press a kiss to his lips and it feels like heaven. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, you suppose, because you could stand here kissing Matthew your the rest of your life and be happy.

“Hi Matty,” you giggle against his lips, parting from him only to rest your forehead on his and twist a curl around your finger.

From somewhere inside the house you hear Brady yell, “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.”

Without taking his eyes off you, Matthew replies, “Fuck off Brady!”

two

The energy inside the Saddledome is electric. It’s the Flames’ first home game in nearly a week, doing an east coast road trip and sweeping every team they faced. Six games later the team is on a nine game winning streaking and are hoping to keep it going. You know how much it matters in this moment – the playoffs are fast approaching and all points they can tally up are needed.

You had decided months ago to buy rinkside tickets for this game, planning to surprise Matthew. He loves when you sit in the regular crowd, cheering and spilling your beer like any old fan. It’s humbling for the both of you, and honestly you enjoy it. Though you love those in the Better Halves box, you were a hockey fan before dating Matthew and sometimes like to enjoy games by yourself. Plus, your friend was supposed to be in town and join you at the game, and you figured she’d like to experience how insane the area is firsthand.

So you do your best to quickly shimmy around those blocking your seat, beverage in hand. It was all you could do to get to the rink on time, sitting in the dense downtown traffic for nearly three quarters of an hour after rushing out of work. You wanted to make it before warmups started to make sure Matt knows you’re there supporting him. No one really bats an eye at you, which you’re thankful for. In no way are you notorious, but it wouldn’t take a die-hard fan long to recognize you. Sitting down and letting a soft sigh escape your lips, you carefully place your jacket over the seat beside you. At the last minute your friend had to cancel her trip to Calgary, leaving you solo. With a quick look at the clock you see that warm up will start in just under a minute. The players begin to step onto the ice as you sip your beer. Matthew is yet to notice you but you don’t take offence. He’s in the zone and most likely won’t realize you’re sitting right in front of him until halfway through the third period.

“Look daddy, it’s Matthew Tkachuk!” you hear a young boy shriek in excitement. “He’s so fast, I want to play just like him.”

You turn to look and see two rows above you there’s a father and son, who looks around eight. He’s wearing a jersey identical to yours, and from the sounds of his excited chattering it’s his first game. Seeing the young boy so happy to be here, to see your boyfriend, has your heart swelling. You want to make this a game he’ll never forget.

“Hi,” you smile at the father. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I know Matthew quite well. Would you like me to get his attention so your son could meet him?”

A shocked expression makes its way onto the dad’s face, but he doesn’t react negatively. “You’d do that?” he asks. “Riley loves Matthew. Wants to be just like him.” When you nod, he lets you approach the boy.

“Hey there Riley, I’m Y/N,” you say, smiling and extending a hand to him. “I’m a special friend of Matthew’s. Would you like to meet him?”

The boy looks at his father tentatively, and only once he nods encouragingly does Riley respond to your question. “Yes please.”

“Why don’t you come down here with me and we’ll get his attention?”

With a little help from you, Riley climbs over the seats and plops unceremoniously beside you. You help him straighten out his jersey before beginning a conversation. He tells you he plays in a local youth league and wants to make it to the NHL one day. When prompted, you explain to him that you work a boring office job that you love even though it makes you angry sometimes. It’s all very formal, but after cracking a few jokes you get him to loosen up.

Matthew, still not having noticed you, begins to skate along the boards in your direction. “Watch this,” you whisper-yell to your newfound friend, “I bet he’ll jump super high.”

As soon as Matthew passes your spot you bang on the glass and scream his name. Sure enough, his skates lift a good three inches of the ice and he shrieks. Teammates around him laugh and the look on his face is priceless when he discovers you’re the culprit.

“Babe!”

You smile. “Matty, this is my new friend Riley. He wears number nineteen just like you!” A glance at the boy lets you know he’s starstruck, and your eyes lock with Matthew’s.

He leans down and rests his hands on his knees, at eye level with the child. “Hi Riley,” he begins. “I’m Matt. I like your jersey.”

After that, Riley’s a tap that won’t turn off. He details every bit of his day to Matt, and even though their voices are muffled a bit from the glass they get on like two peas in a pod. Matthew is great with children and doesn’t shy away from having legitimate conversations with them. He talks to them like they’re people, which is something you admire about him. The warmup time runs out, but before he heads back to the dressing room Matthew hoists his stick over the glass, giving it to Riley. The younger boy beams and waves goodbye. You blow Matthew a kiss, which he gladly returns, and turn your attention away from him as his figure retreats.

“Is he your boyfriend?”The question makes you laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, to which Riley just shrugs.

“He called you ‘babe’, and my mommy calls my dad that. That means you’re in love,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world.

Matthew cannot pay attention in the locker room for the life of him. He’s trying really hard to listen to everyone’s hype speeches, but his mind keeps wandering back to the interaction you shared during warm up. You looked so happy watching him interact with the boy you found god knows where within the arena. It’s then he realizes he wants to watch you act like that for the rest of his life. He wants to see you bring excited children to meet him because you have the power to make their nights. His suspicion is confirmed when he steps onto the ice and looks in your direction, finding you and Riley pressed up against the glass cheering loudly.

three

The Giordano’s are hosting an end-of-season barbeque before everyone scatters into the wind, and you’re going to be late. No matter how much you reminded Matthew of what time you had to leave he still started getting ready as you were finishing up. This typically wouldn’t be a big deal, but he has recently started taking care of his curls, and the routine eats up a lot more time than he anticipates.

“Matty, are you almost ready? There’s going to be no parking!”

His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor as he comes towards you. “That’s what you’re worrying about, baby? Parking?” Matthew laughs, pulling you into his side and kissing the crown of your head.

“Yeah Matt, I am. You know I have parking anxiety.”

“I’ll drive then,” he says sweetly. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven us. Have some fun tonight.”

The short drive across town is full of laughter. Neither of you are great singers, but it doesn’t stop you from belting out lyrics at the top of your lungs. At some point Matthew breaks out a rather terrible impression of Axl Rose and you just have to post it to your instagram story. Captioning with a simple microphone emoji, you slip your phone back into your sweater pocket. Though most certainly warm enough to spend the entire evening outside, Calgary currently has a bit of a proclivity for wind, and you’d rather be prepared. Outside of Mark and Lauren’s house Matthew finds a spot and parallel parks with ease.

“Shut up,” you mumble, poking your tongue out at him.

Matthew ruffles your hair in retaliation before jumping out of the vehicle, booking it around to the other side so he can open your door. He isn’t slick about hiding his intentions, grabbing a handful off your ass before leaning down to kiss you. Though you’d much rather stand in the cul-de-sac and make out with your boyfriend, you both have appearances to keep up. You get him to stop being a pest kong enough that you can enter the party and pass him off to his teammates.

You congregate with some of the other girls in the corner of the yard, and enjoy a drink while the sun sets. It’s fun to gossip with them, to catch up one final time before most of them leave. You’ll be staying in Calgary, job tying you down for the foreseeable future. The only thing that’s better than spending time with your friends is glancing at Matthew from across the space.

He’s enjoying himself, glass of water in hand. When he offered to be the designated driver he was serious, and he took the shit the boys were giving him in stride. Though you’ve only had one gin and tonic and can’t feel the effects of the alcohol, you’re glad he’s staying true to his word. The heightened water intake makes his skin glow, and you’re having a hard time staying focussed on the story Lauren is telling. He catches you staring and shoots you a dazzling smile. Tired of keeping your distance, you excuse yourself from the conversation and saunter over to your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N,” Noah says breezily, raising his glass to you in mock salute. You wrap your arms tightly around Matthew’s waist.

“Hanifin,” you smile. “I’m really sorry to do this, but I need to pull Matt away for a quick second.”

No one in the group is the least bit surprised. The two of you have a reputation for being young and in love, sneaking off often and doing everything that entails. Once the two of you are alone you rest a hand on his chest, dangerously close to the button of his shirt. You then move kissing along the underside of his jaw, pressing your body closer to his to ensure he gets the point.

“Needy baby?” Matthew tries to smirk, but his voice wavers when you reach the junction of his jawbone and earlobe.

Declining to speak, you continue your actions until he’s just as desperate to get home as you. Though you try to be sneaky as you exit through the back gate, you won’t be surprised if you wake up to a few crude text messages. You’re too far gone to care, solely focussed on showing your boyfriend how much you love him.

The entire ride home Matthew can barely focus on the road. Not because you’re doing anything particularly risqué, a few too many close calls have put you both off of initiating things in the car, but because he doesn’t ever want to stop sneaking away from events with you. It’s exhilarating in more ways than one, and he hopes the feeling never goes away. Being with you, his best friend, is something he wouldn’t trade for the entire world. So what if he gets chirped by the boys for having precariously placed marks on his back.

four

September brings a chill to Calgary, but you couldn’t feel warmer. Matthew is due home this afternoon after nearly four months of being away. Of course you visited him in St. Louis, and he even flew back to the city once, but the two of you were mostly separated. Your shared apartment felt cold and lonely without him to annoy you, so you had spent as much time away from it as possible. No longer do you have to fall asleep with Matt’s side of the bed stone cold.

Though you know he likely won’t care, you’re nervous about the new decor. In an effort to make yourself feel better in Matthew’s absence, you completed some home renovations. Most are superficial, like a new sectional and an ungraded home speaker system, but you had redone the entire kitchen after scrolling through pinterest. The cabinets are a bright yellow, and the walls are a warm cream. Subway tile has also replaced the previous backsplash. You’re quite proud of the way it looks – doing pretty much all of it yourself and only calling your dad when you really needed help.

You spend much of the morning not doing anything productive, pacing the hallway back and forth. It’s nerve wracking and exciting to have Matthew home. Things will go much smoother with his presence even if he can sometimes be the most annoying person on the planet. You force yourself to eat a small meal before continuing to wear holes into your floor. He’ll arrive in a matter of minutes, and you’re practically vibrating with how much your legs are shaking.

A key twists in the lock, as though it’s a Pavlovian response, you bound towards the front door. Not even letting him step over the threshold you wrap yourself around him as tightly as possible. Matthew giggles sweetly, and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and soak through his shirt. In a very ungraceful waddle Matthew carries the both of you inside your home and shuts the door lightly.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Matt asks, obviously concerned because this is more emotional than any homecoming you’ve ever had.

Through hiccupping sobs, you stutter out, “I painted the kitchen cabinets yellow and you’re going to hate them. And then you’ll want to break up with me but I won’t be able to take them with me.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down baby,” he soothes, rubbing circles on your back. “Why am I going to hate it?”

When you can’t come up with a justifiable answer, he knows your anxiety just got the better of you. Repositioning you slightly so you’re tucked into his side, Matthew walks through the apartment to see the kitchen for himself. He’s blown away by its beauty, and he can see just how much work you put into it. The room is so much brighter and inviting – he can’t imagine having any other kitchen now.

Once you ramble off an apology for being so dramatic that he won’t accept, the two of you settle into the couch and start a reality television marathon. It’s a tradition that both of you take very seriously, and though he’d never admit it to anyone but you, Matthew looks forward to watching the outlandish dramas. The night is quiet, with you getting through quite a few seasons of Desperate Housewives, and at some point you fall asleep on Matthew’s chest. He knows he should gently move you off of him, start to unpack his bags, but he can’t tear himself away.

He can’t help but stare as you snore softly. There’s nothing Matthew would like more than to spend the rest of his life relaxing after coming home to you. If he’s being completely honest, St. Louis doesn’t feel like home as much anymore, and he finds himself counting down the days until he can return to Calgary. Matt supposes you’re the defining factor, and even Antarctica would feel like home to him if you were there. He never wants to lose that feeling.

+ one

There’s ten seconds left on the clock. Ten seconds until the Calgary Flames will become Stanley Cup champions. You’re holding your breath – you know a lot could happen in such a short amount of time. The lead isn’t as wide as you’d like it to be, only one, and you squeeze Taryn’s hand tightly. Everyone in the friends and family box is just as amped up as you. If the choice had been yours, you’d be sitting in the stands of the Saddledome, but in event the Flames win you need to be with everyone else if you want to join the team on the ice.

Matthew carries the puck up the ice, and you audibly gasp. At the last second, a Bruins defenseman is blocking his view of the net. Not letting the scoring opportunity go for his team, he snaps a pass backwards to Elias Lindholm. A nano-second later the puck is in the back of the net. You possibly scream the loudest of anyone in the box, jumping into Brady’s arms excitedly.

“Holy shit, they’re going to do it,” you whisper, and Brady nods enthusiastically. The clock now only has two seconds, and there is virtually no way the Bruins can make a comeback.

You untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s brother and approach his parents. “How exciting is this!” Chantal gushes.

“So fucking exciting,” you say honestly. “Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

The Bruins’ head coach is halfway through his timeout, so you have to talk fast. You explain that you want to hang back while the family celebrates with their son and brother. Keith and Chantal try to argue, but you insist. You want them to be the first people to greet him as a Stanley Cup champion.

A horn signals the return to play, and you return your attention to the ice pad below you. Everything seems to move in slow motion; all you remember is the final whistle being blown and getting crushed in a group hug by everyone else in the room. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, and tears stream freely down your face.

The party continues for a short time in the box, but then you’re being led through the arena and out onto the ice. Nodding in the direction of Matthew, you urge the Tkachuks to greet him. You congratulate other members of the team, snapping candid pictures of everyone to share in the group chat later. So many families will treasure the photos that you can’t bring yourself to stop, trying your hardest to grab everyone.

Once enough time has passed for Matthew to properly be congratulated by his family, you make your way towards him. Wasting no time, he skates over and lifts you off your feet. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, and if you weren’t so proud you’d have reservations about sticking your tongue down Matthew’s throat in a packed arena.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. “My champion.”

Matthew blushes profusely at your words, and you can tell he likes them. “Couldn’t have done it without you supporting me,” he responds, leaning into your touch as you rake your fingers through his hair.

While you celebrate with the rest of the team, holding babies and snapping pictures, Matthew realizes he can’t live without you. No one else will fit into his life as perfectly as you. There’s no one he wants besides you. Matthew makes a mental note to go through your jewelry box in the morning to get your ring size. His mom always said he’d know when someone was ‘the one’, and now he understands what she meant.

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atinyarmyzen · 4 years ago

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𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 - js

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: demon!johnny x fem!reader

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut, demon!johnny au, supernatural au, horror

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mature content, oral (female receiving), corruption kink, slight impreg kink?, creampie, unprotected sex (use a condom pls!!), choking, spanking, pet names, size kink, bulge kink, some fluff if you squint

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3.4k

⭄ basically, you let your curiosity get the best of you

𝖆/𝖓: Soooo this may or may not be my first smut. In honor of spooky szn approaching I give you demon Johnny 😈 . I love writing dark, spooky, and supernatural au’s so if you have any other requests/ideas let ya girl know. Anyway I’m going straight to hell for this so hope you enjoy!!

You felt so ridiculous for doing this. You gathered a candle and piece of paper, you looked at the clock and waited for it to strike 3 in the morning, which you read was the best time for rituals. You recited the spell, wrote down your full name on the piece of paper and burned it in the flame of the candle. You continued to let the candle burn down, and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the words of the spell. Summoning a sex demon was the last thing you though you would do, but given your disappointment with your sex life you figured it was worth a shot.

“So it mote be.” you finished.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt cool gusts of air on your cheeks. All of the hair your neck and arms stood up, and goosebumps began to rise across your skin. It felt like the ghost of a touch across your shoulders and down your neck, the sensation immediately sending blood rushing to your clit. You were almost afraid to open your eyes, you honestly had no clue what you might see.

You sucked in a deep breath before opening your eyes, only to see flame of the candle taking its last breaths of life before going out completely. You were left in the darkness of your room, save the pale moonlight shining in through your window. You sighed in disappointment, cringing at the fact you actually thought it was working considering how worked up you were.

You decided it was all for naught and settled with going to sleep. You flopped onto your bed and tried to drift off but your sudden arousal refused to be ignored. You felt the bud between your legs become swollen with desire, along with the familiar feeling of slick now making its way down your inner thigh. This was unusual, you thought. You normally would never get this wet even if you did have a sex partner, so the fact that you were soaking through your panties completely untouched took you by surprise.

Slightly annoyed with your own arousal, you slid your hand down your stomach and dipped your fingers past the waistband of your panties. You gasped slightly as soon and the pads of your fingers brushed past your folds and grazed your swollen clit. Your breathing became labored as you began to run your middle finger up and down your lower lips before circling your sensitive bud lightly. A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“Save some for me.” A voice purred into your ear.

You yelped in surprise, your eyes snapped open and you sat up quickly. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall black figure in the opposite corner of the room. You didn’t dare look. You froze; fear flooded every nerve ending in your body, your stomach dropped, your heart beat thudding in your ears. You finally understood what it meant to be paralyzed with fear.

“I thought you were expecting me, angel. You did summon me, after all.” You heard the figure speak. You decided to be brave and turn your head to face the creature.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it still wasn’t this.

A tall, gorgeous man leaned his shoulder against your wall. His hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of what looked like a very expensive black suit. He wore a red silk shirt underneath, several of the buttons undone to show off what looked like a very toned chest. Your eyes studied his features. He had shiny black hair that was slicked back, a couple strands still loosely hanging on his forehead. His eyes were the color of honey in the moonlight, you felt like you could swim in them. He had strikingly high cheekbones and a pair of beautifully shaped lips that were curled up into a smirk.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, baby?” he chided.

“I didn’t think it would actually work.” You finally spoke in a small voice. In fact, his whole presence made you feel small. If the fact that he was much bigger than you wasn’t enough, it was his intensely seductive aura that made you feel like putty under his gaze. He chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall to saunter over to the edge of your bed, hands still in his pockets.

“Well it’s your lucky night sweetheart, I have to say your little summons was hard to refuse.” He cocked his head to the side as if he was studying you. His gaze boring into you as he shamelessly eyed your bare legs and exposed panties. “Haven’t felt this compelled to answer before.” His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip.

“So, do demons have names?” You asked honestly.

He chuckled at your question. “It’s Johnny”, he said.

You were taken aback at how normal his name sounded. “Okay Johnny.” you replied, “Are you really going to steal my soul and all that?”. He laughed again, finding your questions endearing. “No, doll face. It’s not like what you read in the stories. We simply require your energy to survive, and that energy comes from your….satisfaction.” He explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Satisfaction?” You questioned. He snickered. “Basically, the more I can get you to come for me, the more energy I receive.” He said a little too casually. You blushed at the vulgarity of his words. Johnny took notice. “You’re a cute thing, aren’t you?” he remarked.

“So are there any conditions? Nothing bad will happen to me?” You asked.

“Nope” He said. “Only if you consider amazing sex a bad thing.” He smirked again, obviously proud of himself. You bit your lip and looked down again, feeling small. You suddenly felt his fingers lift your chin up so that your eyes met his now very dark ones. “I can leave if you don’t want this, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said with a surprisingly soft tone. You melted. “No!” you said abruptly, cringing at yourself. “I mean- I want you to stay. Please.” You said sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. Your thighs were involuntarily pressing themselves together at this point.

Johnny’s face contorted from his previously soft expression into a devilish grin, relishing in your willingness to give in to him. He decided to toy with you further, he kept his grasp on your chin and leaned in further, his breath fanning your face, his eyes locked with yours. “I need a yes, kitten.” he said in a teasing voice.

Any resolve you had vanished into thin air in that moment. “God, yes. Johnny please-“ you gasped. His lips now grazed your ear as he softly chuckled, his breath warm over your skin; you felt your heartbeat pounding between your thighs. “I’m afraid he can’t help you now, love.” Johnny purred into your ear before latching his lips to your neck. They left a trail of fire on your skin as he continued. You felt the bed dip and Johnny gently pushed you down on your bed as he hovered over you. “So pretty, angel. Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked. You were losing touch with reality, all you could manage was a small “Never.”

The demon reveled in how strong his effect was on you. “I bet your sweet little pussy tastes like candy, huh baby?” He said into your other ear this time, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he made his way down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, pushing the shirt you had on up your torso and over your breasts. You helped him by lifting you head up so he could pull your shirt completely off before discarding it somewhere on the floor. His lips were now nipping at your collarbone, and descending further until he reached your pert nipples. You immediately arched your back as he took one of them in his mouth, the feeling being utterly euphoric and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He lingered for a bit, then continuing his descent down your body leaving wet kisses in his wake before coming to the waistband of your panties. “Hope you don’t mind, darling.” He said before he used both hands to tear the fabric off your body like it was made of paper. He leaned up to reach behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully toned chest and abs. You couldn’t even protest to your ripped panties before Johnny threw your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your clit and you yelped at how incredibly sensitive you were to even the slightest touch. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart before taking a slow, languid lick from your entrance to your sensitive bud, now screaming to be touched. After what seemed like forever his tongue finally reached your clit where he closed his lips around it, gently sucking and licking with the tip of his tongue. The moans you let out sounded almost animalistic, finally getting some kind of relief.

He hummed at your reaction, the vibration of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure to your every nerve. You felt him use his other hand to dip two fingers into your weeping heat, curling them and thrusting upwards into that sweet spot. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you reeling in pleasure. “Holy fuck, Johnny.” You cursed, gasping for air. He picked up speed and pressure with his tongue and fingers, and your impeding orgasm was beginning to swell to the tipping point. It was almost like there was a moment of suspense, the a split second of what felt like teetering over the edge of a cliff. Suddenly you felt your climax crash over you like a monstrous wave. You practically screamed as it felt like electricity lit up every single nerve ending at once. You suddenly became aware of your legs shaking, and lifted your head to see that Johnny was relentless in his assault on your core, his face buried between your thighs. The muscles in his arm were rippling under his skin due to the brutal pace of his fingers. If anything, he picked up speed, attempting to help you ride out your orgasm for as along as possible.

After what felt like minutes of euphoria, you felt Johnny softly kiss your inner thighs and his hands soothingly caressing them. He crawled up your torso until his lips were in front of yours once again. “You taste so sweet baby.” He said before leaning down to connect your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You could taste yourself on him as he licked into your mouth. Your hands came to his chest, feeling his firm muscles move under his skin. You still felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his hands touched burned in the most delicious way.

Your kisses became more fervent- desperate even. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Johnny.” You breathed between kisses.

“Yeah babydoll?” He replied against your lips.

“Need you.” Was all you could muster.

“Need me where, angel?” You could hear the smirk in his lips as he teased, wanting to hear you beg.

“Inside me, please. Wanna feel full.” You whined.

“How could I say no when you sound so sweet?” Johnny chided.

He obliged by leaning up to unbuckle his belt in one swift motion and shoved his pants and boxers down. You gulped, he was huge. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You were snapped out of your trance by Johnny’s laughing. “It’s okay love, I’ll be gentle.”

You thought that he was being sarcastic until you looked at his face to see him smiling softly at you, he leaned his body over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and reached down to guide himself into your entrance. He slid in more easily than you thought, your arousal making for a frictionless entrance. Johnny’s gaze was intense, he stared down into your eyes, as if wanting to remember every detail of your face as you felt the stretch of his cock. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back in your head from how utterly full you felt. “Fuck, baby. I’d hate to destroy your pretty little cunt.” His voice sounded low and gravely. He brought his lips down to your ear “But I think I’m going to have to.”

With that pulled back only to snap his hips into yours rather roughly, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He began to set a pace that didn’t seem humanly possible, until you remembered that he wasn’t exactly human. He had a strong grip on each of your thighs before throwing one of them over his shoulder before leaning down, the new angle now allowing the ridges of his cock to brush your sweet spot. He was impossibly deep, Johnny looked down to see the bugle of his member under the skin of your lower stomach. He groaned at the sight and reached down to feel his cock pistoling in and out of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You like how I can feel myself buried in your guts baby?”

“Johnny” you breathed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reached up to one of your breasts, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching it lightly from time to time. He was everywhere, consuming all of your senses. The sensations so overwhelming that it hurdled you into your second orgasm.

“Johnny!” you practically screamed, something nobody had ever made you do before. You felt your heat convulsing almost violently around his length. You were vaguely aware of Johnny’s lips on your neck. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight love.” he said a little too sweetly.

Suddenly you felt him pull out of you, which made you lift your head up in confusion. “What about you?” you asked looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down to his still very hard length where his veiny, large hand was still languidly stroking it.

He gave you a smile that was almost alarmingly soft. It sent a shiver up your spine. He took you chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh sweetheart, it’s adorable how you think I’m finished with you.” You gulped.

“On all fours baby.” He said softly. You were quickly to oblige. Your face was pressed into the soft sheets of your bed. You felt Johnny’s hand smooth over the swell of your ass and up your spine, then back again where he landed a slap to the flesh of your asscheek. You let out a pathetic moan, the delicious sting sending blood rushing straight to your clit once again.

You felt his length slide into your folds again, still not quite used to the stretch you hissed a bit. “So perfect angel, taking me so well.” Johnny cooed, you felt the muscles of his torso pressing into the skin of your back, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Johnny, please.” you pleaded. You needed him to do something, anything. He pulled you both up to your knees. One of his arms held you against his chest, the other traveled down your body until his fingers met your abused clit. He set another brutally fast pace, you keened and arched your back. You threw your head back to rest on Johnny’s chest, allowing him to look down at your beautiful body. You heard him groan and increase his pace on your clit, while the other hand moved to cup your breast.

“So beautiful.” He whispered. You were barely coherent, your whines and moans becoming more frequent. You knew he was a demon and this was about lust, but this felt strangely- intimate. “Look.” He said lowly. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” His gaze made your stomach do flips, it felt so disarming- like he could see your deepest fears and wishes. Your jaw went slack, he took that opportunity to press his mouth to yours in sloppy, messy kisses.

His fingers continued to build pressure and speed on your clit while the slid his other hand up from your breast to curl his fingers around your neck. You felt slight pressure on the sides of your neck as his grip tightened slowly. You let out a strangled moan at the new sensation, beginning to feel light-headed and weightless in his arms. You felt your third orgasm begin to swell; Johnny’s relentless pace, his ministrations on your clit, his grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth had your whole body on fire. Your legs were about to give out and your vision was going white.

Johnny slightly loosened his grip on your neck to give you some air, he brought his lips against the shell of your ear. The tickling sensation of his breath as he whispered sent shivers down your spine. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

You let out a strangled moan, the thought of him coming inside you being surprisingly arousing. “Oh fuck.” you swore, “Please, come inside me”.

You heard him practically growl and felt him nip at your neck before he began to snap his hip up into you so hard that you felt your whole body moving with him. “Gonna come, fuck y/n.” Him moaning your name did you in, you were thrown over the edge as your third climax wracked your body. Johnny’s name left your lips like a mantra. Your walls throbbed around his length in huge waves; his pace stuttered as he spilled his load into your dripping heat.

Your body went completely slack against his, he just held you with both arms and pressed soothing kisses to your neck and cheek. He gently grabbed your chin to give you another kiss; this time soft, slow, and almost....loving.

You were suddenly aware of what was mostly likely his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. Johnny helped you lie down on your back, before disappearing for a moment. You were remotely aware of him coming back to your side as we ran a warm wet washcloth over your inner thighs to clean you up. You winced slightly when it touched your sensitive folds. Johnny shushed you gently. “It’s okay baby, just cleaning you up.”

You were floating. Your eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds. It sounded like you were underwater. Time was moving like you were in a dream. You were confused why a demon like him was being so tender and gentle with you right now. “Johnny.” you said weakly. “Yes, angel?” He replied.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, love.” He whispered in your ear as you felt him softly brush your face with his hand.

You suddenly felt as if you whole body was sinking into your soft bed. Sleep washing over you, pulling you under its waves. You looked at his gorgeous face one last time, hoping to remember what the handsome creature looked like before letting your eyes fall shut.

“See you again, darling.” echoed in your ear before you finally let go of consciousness.

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You woke with a start. You looked around your room. The candle was still there, although totally melted. You were in your bed, the sun was shining through the windows. All seemed normal. It was a dream. You sighed sadly at the thought of Johnny not being real, considered just how lucid the whole experience was. You figured it was fun while it lasted, and was probably something that your wild imagination managed to conjure up. You got up like usual, got ready and left for work.

You trudged through your door much later than you should have been, your boss making you stay several hours late. You threw your bag to the ground once you entered your room and immediately started stripping out go your work clothes in an attempt to find something more comfortable. The room was dim, only the light of a small lamp illuminating the darkness. You stood in front of your mirror as you looked at your tired face, only in your bra and underwear. Then your eyes shifted to something behind you in the corner of the room.

You shrieked and turned around only to find that the figure was standing right in front of you now. It was that familiar, handsome face. His perfect lips curled up into that signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“Remember me?”

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kunstellation-one · 5 years ago

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strip-tease game with taemin pls!!!

okay, i didn’t know what to write for this… and then i thought about it. for like. a week. and then i listened to Want as i wrote, and this is what came out of it. anon, if you’d like me to write a sequel to this, like, the reader x taemin in the bedroom? send me another ask ;)

[9:30pm]

It begins with a glass of wine. Taemin is soft and gentle with you, always the exemplar of respectful and a good host. Offstage, there is none of the sin, just the melodic laugh and the kind heart. And when you ask if there’s anything stronger than water in his pantry, he pulls out a lovely, sweet Riesling and pours the both of you a drink.

“Truth or dare,” you tell him, crossing your legs and pulling them to your chest, watching as he relaxes next to you on the couch. “Let’s play.”

“Just that?” he says in a teasing lilt, resting his hand on your knee. He’s not suggesting anything, he would never, but your heart skips a beat anyways.

“If you don’t do the dare, or if you don’t answer the truth, you strip. One article of clothing.” You place your glass on the table and grin at him. His cheeks are already a little flushed; the two of you are already a couple of glasses into the bottle.

He stares at you, face impassive for a moment, and you think he’s about to turn you down, and ask for something less risky– then he laughs. “Okay.”

“You start.”

“I’ll start off simple.” His hand, still resting on your knee, slides a little up your thigh, and your breath hitches in your throat. “Did you sleep with Minho? You know, that night in Japan?”

That isn’t the first thing you’re expecting him to say, so you splutter on your drink. “Seriously?”

He chuckles. “Did you?”

“I’m not answering that.” You slip your hands out of your hoodie and yank the fabric over your head, tossing it aside and shooting him a defiant glare. “And even if I did, so what?”

“Sounds like you’re guilty.” Taemin’s eyes glitter with amusement, then drop to your shirt riding up your midriff. You swear you hear him swear softly at the sight of your exposed skin, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking, and you tug the hem down to cover your tummy. “…your turn.”

“Truth–”

“Oh?”

“–did you ever have relations with any of your backup dancers?”

He snorts, and shakes his head. “Are all our questions going to be like this?”

“You didn’t answer the question,” you point out slyly. His hand grips your thigh lightly, and he sighs.

“I respectfully decline to answer.” And then he pulls his shirt over his head, and then he’s half-naked on the couch next to you, pale skin smooth and bright underneath the dim lighting of the setting sun behind his curtains. He’s not shy about it though, doesn’t cover his body with his hands, only leans slightly away from you, but you still feel the heat radiating from his body.

You suck a breath in between your teeth. He’s undeniably beautiful, and if you didn’t want to test that line between friends and more, you’d reach out to touch him, run your fingers along his delicate veins, feel his pulse on your fingertips.

Taemin stares right back at you, licking his lips absentmindedly. “Okay, let’s spice it up. Dare.”

You finish your glass of wine and set it aside. “Uh-huh?”

He flashes you a devilish grin. “For the rest of the game, you sit in my lap.”

“Seriously? That’s all?” You throw your leg over his and settle atop his thighs, one hand on his shoulders to steady yourself. Then you look up at him, and catch a glimpse of his expression. His lips are parted slightly, as if he’s awed by the sight of you this close to him, and his eyes have lost their glitter and instead flicker with a less innocent light.

But his voice stays even and light. “That’s all.” He leans forward to place his glass besides yours, and his body curves into yours. You shiver despite the warmth, because he’s still smiling up at you innocently, like this isn’t anything out of the ordinary, like he’s touched you like this before. Which he hasn’t.

“Truth or dare?”

His hands settle on your hips, just holding you fast, nothing more, but you nearly gasp. You swallow the noise and reach up to touch his hair– black again, even though the last time you’d seen him, it had been blonde. He laughs. “Out of ideas?”

“No, I just don’t know whether or not to be risky.” It’s difficult not to stare at him, all the carefully sculpted, flexing muscle beneath you, so you look at your hands instead.

He brushes a lock of stray hair out of your face, still chuckling. “It’s up to you. Although I can’t really afford to avoid doing any risky things if I want to stay dressed, you know?”

“Alright, fine. Dare.”

“Do your worst.”

“Say something to me that you’ve always wanted to say but haven’t.”

Taemin bites his lip, thinking. “Something I’ve always wanted to say… hm.”

You rest your hands on his shoulders; there’s really nowhere else to put them. “Go on, I’m all ears.”He takes a deep breath, and then he leans in close. His voice is barely, barely audible when he says, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you and see what it’s like.”

You recoil so quickly that you almost slip off his lap, but he holds you tighter, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you forward, closer to him, so that you don’t.

When his eyes meet yours, and they’re dark with some emotion you can’t identify, you know he’s not lying.

“Okay,” you breathe, not trusting yourself to say anything else, not with the wine coursing through your veins and making you giddy. Or maybe it’s just him that’s making you feel this way. The temptation to lean down and press your lips to him makes your heart race.

Taemin exhales slowly, and his arms tighten around you. “Aren’t you going to say something about what I just said?”

When you don’t respond, too breathless to even try, he sits back with a sigh. His eyes still flicker with flame, though, and you have to look away, back at your hands. “My turn,” he murmurs. “Truth. Have you ever thought about me as more than a friend?”

He’s dipping into dangerous territory, and the both of you know it. Except you are suddenly very afraid to let him into that part of your mind, because all this time you’ve been friends, he’s always been the gentleman, up until this moment, with the buzz of Riesling at the back of your minds, his bare skin against the thin fabric of your clothes, and his confession lingering on your tongue trying to draw yours out.

So, just to spite him, you sit back on his legs, and pull your shirt off, leaving you in just a lacy black bra and blue cotton skirt.

His hands fall from your body like he’s been burned, but the gasp that escapes him reassures you that it’s not because he’s disgusted, but because he wasn’t expecting that as his answer. Ever the gentleman, he averts his eyes, but his teeth sink into his lip as he does his best not to succumb to his desire to look anyway.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Admirably, his voice remains rather stable, though it wavers on the first syllable. And then he taps your cheek, careful not to look down at the exposed swell of your breasts. “Pick my poison.”

You reach behind you to pick up his glass, which still isn’t empty, and down the rest of his drink, licking the excess from your lips. His eyes follow the movement, and you feel a sudden heady rush. “Truth. What’s stopping you?”

Taemin sucks in a breath. And then he reaches up to cup your face in his hands, and he leans in, like he’s about to kiss you. You feel his fingers tremble against your skin, the thrum of his heartbeat in his palm.

But he doesn’t kiss you, only whispers, “Nothing,” and then sits back, looking quite satisfied with himself as your cheeks flood with heat. And then he gazes up at you with an impish smirk. “Truth.”

“What now?” you whisper.

“Did you want me to kiss you just now?”

The alternative to answering that is sitting atop him in your lingerie. You glare at him and nod. You don’t give him time to gloat over your answer, though. “Dare.”

“Mm. What are you going to have me do?” His voice is soft, and carries no hint of suggestion, but it’s there in his eyes and breathing, the burn of desire. And if you’re not mistaken, his hardness is pressing into your inner thigh.

You throw all caution to the wind. Nevermind that this is probably a bad idea, blurring the line of your friendship. You just want him, and you want your lips on yours.

“I dare you to touch me.”

“This isn’t a good idea, you know.” He reaches up casually to cradle your face in his hand, thumb brushing your chin, and then your lower lip.

“…when was any of this a good idea?”

He draws you down close to him, until his eyelashes tickle your cheek.

“Are you sober enough to remember this tomorrow?” he asks.

You tremble as his other hand falls to the small of your back to support you. “I drank one glass of wine, Taemin.”

Then he kisses you.

It’s tender, soft. If you didn’t know better, you’d even call it loving. He brushes his lips against yours in the most careful of touches. Then he breaks away from you to look into your eyes and search for any sign of hesitation.

“Dare,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let’s do that again.”

The second kiss is hungrier. His palms flatten against your skin, crushing you to him, and you respond in turn, tangling your hands in his hair. The wet smack of his lips against yours makes you whine a little, and his hips jerk up into yours in reaction.

Then he groans. “Don’t tempt me.”

Running a hand through your hair, you catch your breath and enjoy the sight before you, the way his chest heaves, how he bites his lip, all because of you. The taste of wine lingers on your tongue, and you want so much more.

Even as his hands slide up your thighs, you fight to keep your voice even. “Truth. You want to go further than this.”

His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt. You can’t help the gasp that passes from your lips any more than you can help the ache between your thighs.

“Of course, jagiya,” he chuckles, never tearing his eyes from yours as he pulls the thin fabric down. He kisses the pulse point on your throat, humming as you cling to him. “And will you let me?

“You didn’t say truth or dare.”

And then he lays you across the couch, hands wandering your body to learn it as best he can. “Truth,” he murmurs.

You flash him a grin, and pull the skirt from your body.

And when he kisses you again, he kisses you like he wants to consume you.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i want to make out with someone and like have fun;;;;;; send help

#taemin smut #taemin imagines #taemin drabbles #superm imagines #superm smut #superm drabbles #shinee imagines #shinee smut #shinee drabbles #hard hours #kpop hard hours #hard stan hours #kpop hard stan hours #kunstellation one answers #anon asks #smut #drabble

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hermannsthumb · 5 years ago

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bro i love your writing more than i love myself holy shit. i know u wrote it a while ago but would u ever write the parallel to ur secretly built hermann fic but with newt 👀

so i wrote this fic in my down time at work the other day AND THEN...TRAGICALLY....IT DELETED ITSELF WHEN MY PAGE REFRESHED this isnt as good as the other one was but pls accept this sad offering

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It’s a testament to how often Newton gets himself into trouble that Hermann doesn’t so much as bat an eyelid when—one otherwise uneventful morning—the quiet of Newton’s side of the laboratory suddenly erupts into shattering glass and very loud, very angry cursing.

It’s not out of a lack of concern for his lab partner, or anything else along those lines, of course. It’s simply that four years of shared personal space has given Hermann an intimate knowledge of each and every brand of Geiszlerian OSHA violation, and mere shattering glass rests securely at the bottom of the list. Is Newton hurt? No. Is Hermann hurt? Clearly not. Has any of Hermann’s data or private property fallen victim? A cursory glance about his half of the laboratory informs him there is no acid melting his chalkboard, no papers up in flames, no kaiju blood boiling in his tea kettle (which has, unfortunately, happened before), so Hermann settles on a definite no for that too.

Hermann finishes off another line of the equation he’s been mulling over before asking, airily, “What have you done now?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Newton says at once, in a tone that means it very much was. “The fucking tank wasn’t stable. Toppled right over.” He kicks something, and curses again. “The black market guy burned me, dude.”

The tank to which Newton refers houses his latest dubious acquisition, a particularly large chunk of kaiju eyeball that stinks to high-heaven and—Hermann would swear—makes one feel unnervingly like their every movement is being tracked. It’s been sitting precariously on the edge of Newton’s desk for two days. Or at least, it was, until now.

“How terribly tragic,” Hermann says, though he doesn’t mean it. “Don’t forget to—”

He turns, in order to chastise Newton properly, and then immediately drops his train of thought. He also drops his chalk.

Newton is standing in a puddle of glass and green-yellow formaldehyde, heavy-duty work gloves pulled up to his elbows, kaiju eyeball clenched tight in his hands, and he is naked from the waist up.

“Guh,” Hermann squeaks.

Then, once he remembers how to breathe, “What happened to your shirt?!”

Newton remains oblivious to the crisis that currently has Hermann in its grips, a crisis that Hermann himself isn’t entirely sure the meaning behind. Surely it can’t be anything more than shock at seeing Newton like this? Surely he’s just taken aback by how intricate Newton’s kaiju tattoos are, even the ones that rarely see the light of day? How very, very far down they run, past Newton’s abdomen, his waistband...? “Oh, it got totally ruined,” Newton says.

“So you took it off?”

“I spilled that shit all over me, Hermann, come on,” Newton snorts. “I didn’t want to get chemical burns.” He hefts the eyeball onto his workbench with a grunt, and his biceps strain as he does it—his strong, toned biceps, which lead to sturdy, toned shoulders, and strong, toned pectorals.

Since when does Newton have toned anything?

Logically—a small, dazed voice in the back of Hermann’s head says—Newton’s pudgy abdomen, small stature, and penchant for Hot Pockets aside, it makes sense. The man spends his days dragging around tanks three times his size and working with samples three times his weight. It’s not enough to make him half as well-built as the jaeger pilots, of course, but—there are noticeable results. Impressive noticeable results. Results that make Hermann’s throat dry and his cheeks warm.

Newton shucks off his gloves and rolls his shoulders—those sturdy shoulders—back with another grunt.

“Oh, dear,” Hermann murmurs.

He feels light-headed. A bit dizzy. Water—he just needs a glass of water, and he’ll be fine. A nap, maybe. (The privacy of his quarters, where he can take deep breaths and count to ten and pretend this never happened.) He makes to descend his ladder.

“Wait, wait!” Newton says, but it’s a second too late. Hermann, in his distracted, muddled haze, overshoots the first step of the ladder; his foot makes contact with nothing but air, he loses his balance, and, with a rather undignified little shriek, topples backwards—

—and into Newton’s arms.

Newton doesn’t so much as wobble from the effort of it. “Holy shit,” he says, peering down at Hermann with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Hermann, are you okay?! Oh my God!”

Newton’s left arm is curled beneath Hermann’s knees. His right arm is curled beneath Hermann’s back. Hermann blinks at him. “Yes,” he stammers, “yes, I’m, ah, fine—I merely—” He makes the grave error of placing his hand on Newton’s bicep to ground himself, forgetting Newton’s partial nudity, and immediately flushes from the tips of his ears down when he touches bare skin. “Oh.” Newton is very, very warm. His chest is, too—the chest Hermann’s cheek is pressed up flush against.

He feels just as strong as he looks. The knowledge sends another dizzy rush to Hermann’s head; he clings to Newton for dear life.

“You gotta be more careful, dude!” Newton exclaims, but he sounds a million miles away. “What if I hadn’t been here, huh?”

He even smells good, in a way in which only Newton could manage to smell good. PPDC-issued body wash, and sweat, and instant coffee. Not a hint of the formaldehyde that’d evidently claimed his shirt. “Unhand me, please,” Hermann manages to say.

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Newton says.

“Newton.”

“Hip? Head? Neck?”

“Newton,” Hermann says.

Newton shuts his mouth.

Hermann clears his throat.

“Please put me down,” he says.

“Right,” Newton says.

He starts to lower Hermann to the ground, but Hermann sighs, and taps his bicep again to still him. And that is the only reason why he taps Newton’s bicep, of course. “Er. I’ve forgotten. My cane…” He’d usually be able to manage the few steps he’d need to retrieve it without a problem, but the fall (and...certain other factors) have left him weak-kneed, and he’d rather not risk stumbling about like an uncoordinated toddler. Especially not in front of Newton. How embarrassing.

“Oh!” Newton exclaims, and, as if Hermann is nothing but another one of his samples, hoists him effortlessly over to where his cane is hooked on the chalkboard. “Okay, is here better?”

(Where else could Newton carry him? Out of the lab? Down the hall? To Hermann’s quarters, perhaps, and over to his bed…) “Yes,” Hermann says, quickly. His collar suddenly feels stiflingly hot; his cheeks, not merely warm, but as if they’re on fire. By Jove, he needs to get away from Newton before he does something they’ll both regret. “Yes, here is—here is marvelous. Thank you.”

Hermann misses the warmth of Newton almost immediately, though it’s not for long: as Hermann snatches up his cane, and tries in vain to do similarly with the remnants of his dignity, Newton steadies him with a protective arm at his waist. There he continues to linger until Hermann clears his throat again.

“Newton,” he says.

“Yeah?” Newton says.

“Put on a shirt,” Hermann says.

Newton’s hand drops away. “Oh, right.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #this plot is just 'hermann is so gay he falls off a ladder'#Anonymous

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gothparker · 6 years ago

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So! I made a thing. A cute thing. I hate my writing but I hope y’all enjoy it! It’s based off of Billie from It, I fucking love his little stutter so this fic is based off of my dumb attachment to that character aha. So here it is 🐀💘 (I also love how Tumblr is abominable with spacing paragraphs 🤪)

It was dumb. Really, really dumb. The way the pit in his stomach heated up, boiled over. It burst within his insides once it hit the bottom of his belly like a bomb, affection splattering across his organs in the massacre. The carnage of the disaster began planting itself inside his ribs, manifesting, clinging to the bones like vines. It grew up around his lungs that resembled mold, making it hard to breathe when he was around the older man. The lungs, filling up with strawberry wine as he drank, nourished the plants instead of killing them. It couldn’t abolish his feelings, he didn’t want them to.

He found out that this is what adoration is.

We become writers when our minds start to deteriorate.

So Peter kept a journal. Not a diary! Because diaries were meant to contain jargon regarding nonsensical feelings and suicide letters. Journals kept up with his days, his routines, and sometimes his...emotions. Just a tad.

So he wrote, and never scrapped it. It was raw and unedited, full of errors and failing sentence structures. But it was him. He had a tendency to forget what he was doing because he was so preoccupied with stress throughout the day, so he jotted it down.

Which started to shift into writing about his feelings.

He wrote down every interaction with Tony within his little book, filling up the pages with scribbles from simple evenings. And it mattered to him. It mattered a lot.

He had a section where he would write down dialogue between him and the older man. Whenever he was feeling like shit, he’d just flip open the book and go over his notes for however long he needed to until he felt better.

He started to realize his feelings within jotting down his feelings.

They were...unconventional. Something he stowed away instead of embracing them for what they were. He swore to god on his own pride that he wouldn’t delve into something illogical.

Don’t wanna hear about it.

Idiotic.

Love paints in flowers. He felt them blooming up past his gullet, the boy metaphorically vomiting out lovely words that were a little more than friendly around Tony. And it scared him. So he ripped the weeds from his lungs, it left him gasping for breath.

But he couldn’t bury his feelings, they were seeds.

Heavy weighed his heart as he snipped the vines, it was for the better. Peter couldn’t afford to jeopardize everything he had with the person he looked up to the most, it would leave his garden in ruins.

So he snipped, and snipped, and...snipped…..

God.

I can’t do it.

He trimmed the weeds he now saw as flowers, less derogatory, more marvelous. He had the aha! moment as he knew he couldn’t completely rid of his feelings immediately, so he tamed them as best he could. He located them.

Locate.

Contain.

Locate.

He wanted to work through his head why he felt these things. Where did they come from, how would Tony feel about this? How did he feel about this?

It didn’t make sense. But that was love, he guessed. It just doesn’t make sense. It happens, whether you consider the emotion or not. Peter knew what he felt, and he assumed what Tony felt as well. And it hurt.

We become poets when our hearts begin to break.

He scrawled out a cacophony of unique phrases that meant very little to him, unimpressive. Bland, as his attitude was tasteless from his own point of view, whereas it was scripture in someone else’s. He found himself to be a plot of land, barren, dry. His wheat was separated from the chaff, but cast aside.

But just like wheat, you need to go through your own trials before you’re presented in your most desirable form. People accept the norm of your brand, but they don’t appreciate where you came from. The original you, is nothing.

He, was nothing.

Dread is he

Amid all the levels

Born to rise from the depths

But struggling with each devil

It meant nothing.

Trepidation weaved it’s threads around Peter’s throat, constricting, tightening, leaving him all choked up. He gulped, cleared his throat, breaking the strings. It left him breathless. It left his esophagus raw, he felt it swelling up inside of him.

The boy felt stupid.

His stupid attitude. His stupid face. His stupid sense of humor. His stupid interests.

His stupid stutter.

The first time he met Tony, the older man thought he was just nervous around him because he couldn’t properly word himself. He jokingly stuttered himself, which left Peter in tears as his cheeks flushed and his bottom lip trembled. He quickly left, locking himself in a stall as his whimpered pitifully, rubbing his eyes with both of his sleeves while he cried.

Pepper sternly explained that his new intern had a speech impediment, Tony wincing as he realized how badly he fucked up. No one ever said anything about that to him, and no one ever said anything about it after it happened.

It was for the better.

Peter seldom spoke, and when he did, it was soft, gentle. Quiet. His sweet heart seeped from his skin, dripping from his plush lips like honey as milk oozed from his eyes, salt laced with the liquid as he cried. The boy hated how he spoke. The words came out broken, awkward. The honey in his mouth collected ants that he tried to hide behind his tongue. So he kept his mouth shut, and tried not to talk.

His words were tender, but his teeth ached as each syllable clumsily fell from his mouth. Twitching legs and bee stings left his gums feeling swollen, pollen mixing in with spit. He kept swallowing, but it left his mouth feeling dry.

Peter’s breath shuddered as he looked at himself in the mirror. Two years had gone by, two years he had been around the genius man. Two years he had jotted down notes, two years he had to comprehend his feelings.

He felt like confessing.

So he practiced.

Peter looked at himself in the mirror, his bathroom door locked so no one could interrupt him. He inhaled deeply, hyping himself up.

“Mr. Stark. I l-love- fuck. Okay.”

Peter cleared his throat again.

“Mr...Stark...I love- I l-love-”

He sighed sharply, then tried again.

Peter continued for a couple minutes, each attempt failing. It left his small frame trembling, his boney hands curling into fists as angry tears leaked down his pale cheeks. He eventually gave up, his lips pressed into a firm line as he exited the room.

“Where’s my- f-fuck. Wh-where’s my journal.” Peter mumbled, searching around his room to no avail.

He felt slight panic, the little flame of doubt blew into a candlelit dinner with paranoia. Peter searched high and low for his little book, his hands trembling in apprehension.

The boy ran around the last places he looked, finding no trace of his journal. Eventually he went into Mr. Stark’s office, without knocking, in a panic.

He stopped dead in his tracks, closing his opened mouth as he was about to ask his mentor the question. Tony looked up, journal in hand, closing the book in front of him.

“I- o-oh.” Peter’s eyes were wide and full of water. He whimpered in trepidation, immediately covering his mouth to hide the sound.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Peter.”

The boy’s exhale shook as his thin frame shuddered violently. His breathing patterns were trembling as he blinked rapidly, tears dripping down his cheeks that were dusted pink. He wrung his hands and picked at his nails, opening his mouth again to speak, but closing it once more.

“Peter.”

“Hh...ha. Hmm…?”

“Look at me.”

Peter was staring down at the ground, watching tears splash down onto the expensive carpet. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, laughing nervously.

“Ahhhh haha. I-I’m going t-to have a panic at-attack.” He giggled, breathing heavily through his nose.

“Peter...”

His knees were practically knocking as Tony got up, slowly walking over towards the boy. Peter was whimpering in fear, shielding his face with his hands as he wept silently.

He could feel Tony’s presence in front of him, and oh god, the older man thought, as Peter flinched violently upon contact.

“Pl-please d-don’t hurt me.” He begged softly, followed by a sob. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Pete.” Tony murmured softly, slowly peeling off the hands covering Peter’s face.

“I would never- I could never hurt you. Okay?” Peter had never heard his voice this soft before.

“Look at me.” Tony’s hand came up to gently cup Peter’s cheek.

His eyes fluttered open, red and puffy, glazed over with sadness. He inhaled and exhaled softly, shallow.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Tony’s thumb gently rubbed the skin, collecting tears.

“I-I uhm…”

He blinked up at the older man.

“I’m c-confused.” Peter whispered hoarsely, clearing his throat.

Tony gently rested his forehead against the boy’s, their noses brushing momentarily before he gently connected his lips against Peter’s. He squeaked softly, tensing up slightly before his shoulders started to drop, his fists uncurling. The older man kissed him tenderly, his other hand coming up to his face to caress the skin.

Tony eventually pulled back, exhaling sharply through his nose in amusement as Peter was practically vibrating. The boy searched his face before locking his gaze with his mentor, his throat clicking softly as he swallowed.

His eyes were half lidded and hazy with love as his cheeks were stained pink, lips parted slightly. It was the most beautiful thing Tony had ever seen.

“I…” Peter exhaled gently. “I l-love you.”

He didn’t even care that he messed up, he didn’t even care that he made a pathetic scene a couple moments ago. He didn’t care about his stutter, and he didn’t care about anything else right now.

There was a moment of silence before the older man spoke up.

“I love you too, kid.” Tony murmured as he rested his forehead back onto Peter’s.

“E-Even w-with my stupid stutter?”

“It’s one of my favorite things about you.” Tony pecked his nose, earning a toothy smile from the boy.

“Really?”

“Of course. It’s charming, and quite adorable, honestly.”

Peter huffed gently, a satirical pout molding his facial features as his blush darkened.

“I always wanted you to talk more, but I didn’t want to pressure you, or make you feel bad.” Tony expressed quietly, arms snaking around Peter’s small waist.

“I’ll t-take note on that.” Peter mumbled, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder.

The older man smiled as he rubbed soothing circles on Peter’s back, the boy finally accepting his stutter.

#starker #peterxtony #ironspider #story time with charlie #i hope its okay ;-;

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marvel-spidey · 7 years ago

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Carl Grimes Imagine - Already Gone (pt. 2)

Finally guys, here’s part 2 of my carl imagine. I wrote part 1 right after episode 8 aired and after what happened on ep 9 I had to write something to help me cope. I bawled my eyes out writing this and i hope it helps you feel better or at least get some kind of closure.

This imagine was inspired by sleeping at last’s cover of Already Gone, so PLS listen to it while you read it, here’s the link to it on spotify.

And most important, here’s the link to PART 1.

Pairing: Carl x reader

Prompt: based on ep 8x09

Warnings: sad sad SAD a lot of sadness

Word count: 2,665

The sound of my footsteps was all I could hear, the leaves crunching beneath my worn out combat boots. I couldn’t see much ahead of me, the trees blocked my vision and the moon wasn’t shining so bright this time. Carl’s last words still echoed in my head and his touch still lingered on my skin. I couldn’t stop thinking if he was safe, if he had already left Alexandria by now, he said he would just buy us some time… what could go wrong?

I kept walking until I heard two familiar voices near by, whispering. I instantly recognized them, Michonne and Rosita.

“Where are you guys?” I asked, whispering too.

“(Y/N)! Here!” Michonne answered without raising her voice, waving her hand in the air. After a few seconds searching the dark I finally saw them, hiding behind a bush.

I quickly ran to them, hiding behind the bush too, to avoid getting any unwanted attention by the Saviors.

“Where is the rest of the group?” I questioned, already feeling worried.

“They’re all back there! We already cut the power and got all the guns we need, me and Rosita came back to wait for you and Carl” Michonne replied, a frantic look in her eyes, “why isn’t he with you?”

“He stayed back to buy us some time with Negan, I was hoping he would be back by now!”

“He stayed back? Why would you let him stay back? It’s too dangerous!”

I didn’t blame Michonne for getting pissed off or for blaming me, she cared about Carl just as much as I did, I would do the same if I was in her place.

“Michonne, you know better than anyone that when Carl wants to do something there’s no talking him out of it. If I could have dragged him out of there with me you know I wou-”

And before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by the loud sound of an explosion. And another. And another one after that.

My heart stopped. The Saviors were attacking our home.

“No”, I whispered to myself, thinking of all the ways Carl could be in danger.

“I’m going back”, I said to Michonne already getting up from my previous crouched position. “I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“I’m going with you. Rosita, go tell the others to find somewhere to hide, we can’t go back now. Don’t wait for us.”

“Daryl was talking about the sewer ducts underground, maybe is a good spot for us to hide. I’ll let them know.” Rosita said quickly, a hopeful look in her eyes.

She ran back to the woods while me and Michonne started running back to Alexandria.

Everything seemed quiet now, with just the sound of the flames burning the houses. No sign of the Saviors or Carl.

We waited behind the gates to be sure before entering, Michonne with her sword in position and me with my gun, my finger already on the trigger.

We kept walking until we heard what sounded like Rick calling for Carl too. Of course all three of us came back for him, we always would.

“Rick!”, I called him, without being too loud, trying to find where he was, “It’s (Y/N) and Michonne! Where are you?”

“(Y/N)?” He answered back, running out from one of the houses and in our direction. His forehead was bleeding, he was sweaty and out of breath, like he had just came out of a fight. His silver Colt Phyton was in his right hand, glistening in the moonlight.

“Is he with you? Is Carl with you?” he asked, a desperate look in his eyes.

“No. I… I don’t know where he is, we can’t find him.” I answered, bringing my hands to my head and taking a deep breath, without knowing what to do.

“Hey… Remember Rosita said something about the sewer ducts? Maybe they’re hiding there, maybe Carl is there with the others?” Michonne questioned.

And suddenly it was like an alarm went off in my head. Everything made sense.

“Michonne! You’re right! I remember now, right before Negan arrived, Carl was heading towards the ducts, he said he needed to check on something down there. Let’s go!”

The three of us ran until we found one of the ducts on the ground, near the solar panels. Rick went down first, then Michonne, then me.

“It’s so quiet here”, I said, more to myself than the others. The sewer was dark and had many different paths to follow, they could be anywhere. All of a sudden the same bad feeling I had in my gut the whole day came back. I just needed to see Carl already.

“Guys?” Rick called, his deep voice echoing across the place. “Daryl? Are you here?”

After a few seconds, we could hear footsteps and a moment later, Daryl showed up behind us. He didn’t say a word, just kept looking at the ground. I knew Daryl and I knew that look, something had happened… something bad.

“Where are the others?” I asked, my heart already pumping in my chest.

“They’re back there, c'mon”, he replied, not even looking at my face.

As we followed Daryl towards another duct, I saw the entire group sitting on the ground, side by side. They all carried pity and sadness in their eyes, looks that didn’t even need words to tell me my whole world was about to fall apart.

I didn’t need to get to the end of the hallway to know what happened, deep down I knew. I knew something was wrong since the moment he kissed me like it was the last time. My vision was already blurred with tears.

Taking a few more steps, I finally saw him. He was sitting against the wall, looking down. His porcelain skin that once was rosy and soft to the touch now looked pale, his eyes that used to have the most beautiful turquoise blue I have ever seen were know sunken and dark and his hair was soaked with sweat.

At the sight of the three of us standing above him, he looked up with a sorrowful look in his eyes.

“I brought him here”, he said calmly, his voice sounding hoarse and tired. He looked at the stranger sitting near him and gave him a weak smile. “That’s how it happened.”

He then slowly lifted his shirt and removed the gauze covering the worrible wound in his abdomen.

A walker bite.

I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t cry. I could just look at the boy on the ground and think about how much I loved him. And how on earth I was supposed to keep going without him.

Michonne dropped to her knees not being able to hold her tears back and Rick kneeled beside him, touching his son’s hand. I just stood there behind them, looking at him. Half crying, half smiling. I didn’t know what to do or what to feel.

“I’m sorry”, Carl said, almost like a whisper, looking into my eyes. His lips displaying a sad smile.

“It’s o-okay”, I replied, trying to breath through the tears. I didn’t want him to feel like what had happened was his fault. I wanted to show him or at least pretend, that I could be strong for him.

“Come here”, he said, lifting his hand in my direction and asking me to come closer.

I immediately dropped to the ground and threw myself in his arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck. At this point I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I didn’t care if Rick or Michonne were right next to us, I just wanted to feel his skin against mine and hear the beat of his heart while I still could. They soon realized we needed to have that moment together and left us alone for a bit. With my head resting upon his chest, I hugged him and cried until there were no more tears left to cry. The sound of his heart beating against my ear was both comforting and heartbreaking at the same time, a painful reminder of what was going to happen soon.

“It happened this morning, right? When you got back from the run?” I asked, remembering everything that happened throughout the day.

“Yeah. How do you know?”

“I knew something was wrong the moment I saw your face but I didn’t know what exactly. Now it all makes sense”, I replied, smiling to myself, feeling so stupid for not paying attention and connecting the dots, “but I get it why you didn’t tell me. You didn’t want it to be all about the end.”

“You know me too well” Carl answered, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“We had the best day today. Me, you and Judith. Thank you. I’ll remember forever”, just thinking about it made my eyes start watering again. I would never spend another lazy afternoon beside him and that was hard to accept.

“That’s what I wanted. It’s what I needed” Carl stated, after taking a deep breath. He looked weaker by the minute and I couldn’t stand it. He suddenly winced in pain and I started crying again, seeing him like that was the last thing I ever wanted to see and the worst part was, I couldn’t do anything to make him feel better, I was helpless.

I could feel his chest vibrating against my ear and realized he was crying too.

“I’m sorry I’ll never be able to give you everything I promised”, he said through his tears, caressing my hair and looking down, so we could look at each other. “A future, a family, the kids you always wanted… I’m sorry I won’t be here to protect you anymore or to hold you close on the nights you can’t sleep.”

“Carl”, I said lifting my head and sitting up so I could look him in the eye. I pushed his hair away from his forehead and stroked his cheek, trying to at least make him feel some kind of comfort, “you don’t have to be sorry. You gave me everything I wanted. You gave me a family when I didn’t have one, you gave me safety, love, a reason to carry on.”

We were both crying at this point. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We had so many plans, so many dreams. We could take on the world together, it didn’t matter when or where, as long as were together we were okay.

“You have to promise me you will go on after this. You can’t let this break you” Carl pleaded, his voice was shaky and the tears were falling freely.

“How am I supposed to? How am I supposed to face this world everyday without you?” That was the question I kept asking myself again and again. He had always been my reason, since the start. Everything I did was for him or to him. He was my everything and a life without him would be simply unbearable.

“You have to”, he pleaded again, “you have to keep going for my sister. For my dad, for Michonne. Please, they’re gonna need you after this. I’m already gone, okay? I am, that’s the truth. Promise me you’ll take care of them and promise me that you won’t give up. For me.”

How could I say no to him? I loved his family as much as I loved him. He deserved to go knowing they would be okay.

I took a deep breath and managed to speak through the tears, even if I didn’t want to.

“I-I promise. For you. I’ll t-take care of all of them.”

“Thank you”, he replied, giving me a sad smile and stroking my hair. “You’re so strong, (Y/N). I know you will survive this. You were made for this world, with or without me. I know you will be okay.”

Carl then slowly brought my face next to his and softly kissed me. His lips felt chapped and tasted like the thousand of tears we both had shared on this dreadful night. It wasn’t a lustful kiss or even a sweet one, it was a goodbye kiss. And that was the saddest part. After breaking the kiss I then kissed his cheeks and his nose. I would kiss him forever if I could.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping me safe all this years. For bringing me back. I was long gone before you, Carl Grimes. But you brought me back. You saved me in every way a person can be saved. I love you. And I always will, I promise. You were the best thing that could have happened to me.”

I had to tell him while we still had time, while he was still here with me.

“And your mom would be SO proud of the man you became. And your dad is too.” I said, wiping away his tears.

“I love you too. So much. Please never forget that.” He said, stroking my cheek and kissing my forehead.

“I won’t.”

After we managed to stop crying I backed away for a bit, Michonne and Rick needed their time with Carl too. We moved him to a stretcher so he could be more comfortable, the only thing we could do for him at that point. The rest of the group went to Hilltop to be safe, but the three of us stayed with Carl until the end.

Rick didn’t want his son’s final moments to be in a sewer so we carried him up and managed to get him to a house nearby. The end was getting closer by the minute while Carl was getting weaker. I knew I had to be prepared for what was going to happen but how do you prepare to put down the one person you love most in this world?

After Rick said his final goodbye I knew it was my turn.

I kneeled next to him and caressed his hair, memorizing every single feature on his face. I took a deep breath and gathered the strength to say my last words. My head was pounding from crying so much.

“Y- you can go. You can go in peace. We will be okay. I know you said you didn’t beat this world but you did. You went down saving a man you didn’t even knew, just because you knew it was the right thing to do. I’ll spend the rest of my life keeping your family safe and trying to pay back everything you did for me. I love you, I love you so much”

Sobbing, I bent over him and kissed his lips like it was the last time because this time, it really was. He kissed back and I wiped the tears off of his beautiful face.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Good night.”

And as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his hand reached the holster on his thigh. Instantly, me and Rick backed away and muttered our quiet “no’s”. Neither of us would be able to do it.

“I know it should be someone that loves you. But just when you can’t do it yourself. And I still can.”

That was so typical of Carl. Even in his last moments he was brave and he was selfless. He knew that if Rick, me or Michonne had to do it that would break us, so he chose to do it himself.

After saying our finals goodbyes, the three of us went outside and hugged each other, just waiting for that horrible sound to come. The sound that meant that the light of our lives would soon be put out.

And it came. The shot echoed through Alexandria, followed by our desperate cries and broken hearts. Rick broke down and Michonne didn’t even react. It was over. The feeling of loss was overwhelming and unbearable.

He was already gone. And I was gone with him.

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Home Is Six Feet Under

Pairing: Noah x MC (It Lives In The Woods)

Words: 1188

Summary: Noah can sense whenever MC (you) is upset. You find solace in the safety in his arms, but you can’t shake off the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Notes: I wrote this short story in one setting (I couldn’t get it out of my head). This may or may not make you sad depending on your perspective on things. I have this head canon that Noah is that type of boyfriend that is such a sweetheart and he just reassures MC whenever, not to mention he’s witty so there’s that. I wanted to get this out of my head so here it is! Apologizes if it’s not your cup of tea, just wanted to dedicate a fic for one of my favorite pairings. it may or may not be creepy….but pls enjoy and please don’t hate me for my horrendous writing skills.

“You okay?” You hear him ask. You offer him a timid smile before shrugging your shoulders. Everything seems fine, everyone’s alive in one piece, and everything for the most parts seems like it’s back to normal but there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that doesn’t want to be shaken off. Are you okay? Is he okay?

“I’m fine.” You finally muster out a response. “You?”

“Hm,” Noah faces you, his hands reaching for yours. He gives your hands a little squeeze. An unspoken understanding passes between you and him. It’s a intimiate touch, a touch that leaves you feeling warm. “I’m fine as long as you are.”

You search the curve and dips of his face, searching, and always finding the same person that has occupied your whole thoughts these past months. He’s here. Alive. Wholesome. Happy. Butterflies begin to swarm in your stomach.

“What’s wrong? It seems like you’ve seen a ghost.” He raises his eyebrow, his thumb is now grazing upon the back of your hand. Your breath halts in your throat. You hold back a chuckle.

“I’m just too mesmerized by your features, is all.” You whisper, your lips are close enough to touch his. You see him wince at your response, a notion that leaves you knowing he doesn’t believe it for a second, before he quickly composes himself and laughs. His laugh envelops the night and it rings in your ear, you feel your heart beat faster. Thump. Thump.

“Did you say that to all the boys you’ve dated?” Noah smirks, he removes his hands from your grasp to tuck a strand of your hand behind your ear. “I should be saying that, you can’t be stealing my lines.”

You give Noah a small smile once again as you lean closer, laying your head against his chest. “Did I ever tell you that I’m glad your mom was born.” You look up to meet his eyes, you take a deep breath. “I, mean, I’m glad she exists because without her - you wouldn’t be here. And, I guess, by those statements I should be thanking your dad too….” You trail off, knowing your cheeks are turning red. Noah arches his eyebrow once more.

Silence.

“Heh, I guess that’s one thing I’m grateful for.” Noah nods. “Her giving birth to Us.” Us, his sister and him. You gulp hard. “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have met you.” He clarifies. “In a life of hardship, I know I have you in the midst of all of it. So, thank you for being my Home when I didn’t have one”

You pull away from his embrace, you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You see his brown eyes gazing down at you with worry. He cups your face with such tender, you feel yourself melt into them. “What’s wrong?” this is the second time you hear him say this. You sigh.

“Noah, what if-what if Redfield is coming back? What if he’s coming back to take me.”

“Shhh,” He says gently, pulling you into his arms again. He sways you back and forth, running his fingertips along your back. He peers down at you, his eyes filled with so much emotions — emotions you can’t quite pinpoint: anguish, sadness, or was it grief?

“I’m here.” He tells you, but it sounds more like he’s reassuring himself. “And you’re here despite it all. That’s what matters.”

You press your lips against his. You wish so badly, that everything would be okay.

“Are you really going to burn your pole saw up in flames?” Noah shoves his hands deep in his pockets, walking alongside you. He furrows his eyebrows, disapproval written in his face. “I love you, but really, in the forest from all places?” He asks in disbelief, watching you carefully.

You bite your lower lip. “For good reasons. Noah. It all started there, so I should end it there. Burn all traces of him from my mind.” You try to reason, turning to look at him.

“God, you’re so weird, you know that?” He sighs, running his fingers through his long brown hair. “You’re still having the dreams? Is that it?”

“Yes, now are you going to come with me or not?”

“You know I could never say ‘no’ to you” He mutters, rolling his eyes before he reaches his hand out for you to hold. You entwine your fingers with him.

It’s not long after when you find yourself in the same place the events took place in which your friends first attempted to get rid of Redfield. The cold air surrounds you. You look back and see Noah a good feet away from you, he looks around in awe. You wonder how long has it been since he actually saw the beauty in things before the world corrupted him out of it. You suppress a smile at knowing he’s happier now. He’s free from the pain. You feel a shiver run down your spine and you pull your jacket closer to you.

Something doesn’t feel right.

You’re about to call out to Noah when you see It. The moss monster appearing before you. You suppress a scream.

Another scream rips through you, your mouth momentarily opens and closes, no sound seems to escape. You are rooted to the ground for unknown reasons. It must be His doing. In front of you, another moss monster crouches forward, ready to pounce and ready to seethe its teeth into you. You hold your breath, clutching the pole saw in your clammy hands.

“Hey, you’re being awfully quiet-” Noah cuts himself off, he curses under his breath under the realization of what was happening. He quickly tries to run towards you, his breathing rapid and his footsteps loud, but as the distance finally closes in, two moss monsters corner him. They bare their sharp teeth, letting out low growling sounds.

The rage that is showcased on his face - the shock and grief that lines his face leaves you even more paralyzed. It’s the same face expression that he had with Jane. Were you going to die? Was this even real? You feel your heart begin to break. You try to comprehend the fact that he’s grieving again. And this time it’s for You.

Before, you can muster out an apology to him. It is too late, you feel yourself being tackled down and all you can remember is the look he gives you and the cries of “I can’t lose you” before your body turns slack, and everything suddenly turns black.

“You’ll be fine, friend” A voice whispers, lightly grazing the cheeks of the fallen with his fingertips. “You all did so well trying to fight me the first time…..I was verrry…..impressed…..but I’m a bit mad with your games. Now rest, and when you wake, you’ll be home and then, only then, will you be ready to play with our friends.”

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