#till her shirt is ripped open some more

[gallusneve]

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[lunajay33]

Save a Horse🍂

Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy

Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose

Inspired by @lanadelnegan stories🤎

•Masterlist•

The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadn’t been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road

Now it���s been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, I’ve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasn’t the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope

My truck had broke down a while back so now I’ve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days

Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane

“Hey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?” She didn’t look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days I’ve ever lived in even in Georgia

I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it

After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldn’t leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by

Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheep’s hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front

Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldn’t get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks

“See ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off to” coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didn’t realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling

“Oh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some water” my stomach feels like it’s in knots, I haven’t felt like this in so long, he’s said a few words and I’m entranced by him

“A nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darling” he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values I’m not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong

“Oh I mean if you’re able to take me in I’ll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I just…..I can’t stay out there alone any longer” I said praying he’d give me a chance, some hope

“Ya sure you know what you’re doing around a farm?” He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest

“I grew up on a farm, I know what I’m doing”

“Hmmm well come on in, see where you can stay” I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I don’t care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company

“You like it?” He asked from the doorway

“I love it, thank you” I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh

“How long were you out there?”

“I don’t know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 years”

“Damn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?”

“My farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so it’s just been me until now”

He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks

“Come on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in you” he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I haven’t had in well forever it feels like

He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs

“So what’s your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet names” he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didn’t make it easy

“I’m fine with your little names but it’s y/n”

“You got a spark still considering how long you’ve been out there, how old are you even?”

“20 you?”

“Let’s just say I’m old enough to be your father”

“Not a problem for me” I said under my breath

A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it

“Morning Negan sleep well?” I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day

“Great darlin, would’ve been better if you were next to me all night” he smirked, he’d do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when I’d stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things he’d say

“Negan you’re driving me crazy you know that” I said chomping on a strawberry

“You think I don’t hear you?”

“What?” My face flushed, please god don’t let it be what I think it is

“At night, when you think I’m fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you can’t make yourself finish” he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I gotta go……..go clean up the hay” I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn

OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, he’s heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, it’s only been a week and I can’t control myself, maybe because he’s everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, I’m a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long

I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what I’m suppose to do now, how do I face him again after he’s heard me moan his name

“I can hear your crazy thoughts from here darling” I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid

“I can’t take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please just……..”

“Just what baby?” He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me

“Just touch me”

He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face

“You sure you can handle this sweetheart?”

“I need it, I need you to fuck me please I’ve been so good” I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses

“You have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for that” he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile

“Fuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?” He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed

Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked

“That feels so good, doesn’t feel like this *fuck* when I try” I whimper my body feeling like it’s on fire

“No one ever make you feel good darling?” He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs

“No, no one’s ever…..”

“No ones ever touched you, you’re a virgin?” He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties

“Only you” I moan needing more

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel good baby” he removed everything he’d wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him

“Stop!……keep it on”

“You like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?” He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked

“I mean I did save your horse, it’s only right to ride the cowboy” I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, he’s really gonna stretch me out good

“Oh ya it’s only right” he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet

“I need it please”

“Take your time darling” he says as he lifts me up so I’m hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me

I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he grunts

“Is it…….is it all in, you’re so big I don’t know if I can take much more” I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free

“Just a little more, come on be a good girl and take it” he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit

I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isn’t pleasant

“Take your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboy” he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain

“God I can’t wait” I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time

“Fuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of me” I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach

“Come on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it out” he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper

My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, it’s never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess

Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine

“Did I do it right” I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him

“Damn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to this” he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head

I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest

“I want more”

“Damn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustrated”

We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good

“Glad you found my horse that day”

“Me too Negan”

I want this man desperately damn, I’m newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk

[darnell-la]

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥

pairing: the wolverine x assassin!reader

warning: Wolverine struggling to regenerate, stabbing, brutal killing, manhandling, pinning, trapped, cutting clothes off, breaking skin, rough sex, begged, hard orgasm, etc.

request: After Logan gets taken back to Japan for his old friend buddy's last goodbye, idk if you've seen that movie but you know how their interaction goes, and then the old friend dies. Basically, people start going after his granddaughter uh sorry anyway after the old friend's funeral Logan gets away with the granddaughter and heads to the safe house. Once there Logan gets to relax for a few days till more bad guys show up and try taking the granddaughter. It makes Logan angry and as he ends up fighting one of the bad guys he discovers it's a female and that's when female y/n comes in place. Maybe Logan is just too tired and overall angry he takes it out on y/n in a very aggressive nsfw fashion of course

note: this story is a bit all over the place because of how angry the Wolverine is in here. He isn’t as nice as usual. He takes what he wants, and of course, y/n’s going to take it all.

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Mariko?” Logan growled as he woke up on the couch he chose to take so the princess could take the bed. “Hey — Mariko!” Logan groans, sleeping from the well-needed nap after all he’s been through for the past few days.

“Hey?” Logan heard Mariko speak as she opened the front door. Logan quickly leaned up from the couch, remembering that there were people after her.

“Shit,” the man groaned under his breath as he got up, falling at first, but got back up and ran to the front door. She was speaking to someone who he couldn’t see.

“Alright, talk time over,” Logan said as he pulled Mariko from the door. He went to shut it until he saw who stood in front of him. A woman.

“Hi, I was just wondering if you were interested in some fruits?” The woman asked, making him look down at the covered basket she had in hand.

“Come on, Logan — We haven’t eaten a good meal in a while,” the princess spoke behind Logan. He had jumped at her voice, almost forgetting she was there. He was too focused on the woman standing before him in a white wavey dress.

“Uh- Sure, sure — Two for the lady and one for me,” Logan said as he dug into his pockets, looking down to see if he had changed on him.

As Logan locked for chained, he saw the woman open the basket. He saw the fruit, but under the few was a knife. A sharp snide that looked like it was made out of carbonadium. Something that can kill him.

“Shit- Princess, safe room-“ before he could finish as he turned around, the woman kicked open the door, making the man fall to the ground.

Mariko screamed as y/n ripped her dress off, showing her in a suit. The wavey skirt and the tight shirt that was swordproof, made Mariko’s heart pound. She knew this was the doing of her father.

Y/n jumped onto the man’s back as several other men came into the house from different angles.

Y/n quickly stuck the man in his upper shoulder, causing him to yell out in pain. She twisted in carbonadium knife, smirking at the pain he finally could feel. “You won’t be healing soon,” she said before getting off of the man to go after Mariko.

“No, no!” The man tried grabbing after the woman, but he couldn’t. The pain that went through his shoulder only angered him. This whole fucking situation angered him.

Logan growled as he struggled to get up onto his knees. It took him a while, but he finally got to his feet, almost tipping over, but he held himself together.

The man reached behind his back, struggling to find the knife until he did. The man gripped it hard before pulling it out with an animalistic yell.

“Hurry! He’s coming back!” Y/n, the woman yelled at her men as they tried breaking done the steal door Mariko was hiding behind. She was quick to run, giving Logan time to get up and active.

“Who sent you?” Logan asked, slightly knowing who it could be, but he needed to know for sure. “He’s back! Fight!” Y/n yelled, making her men turn around and attack Logan.

Y/n stayed behind, trying to cut the wires to the key, but it would take a while. She needed to cut the right ones.

The noises Logan made as he fought the men with carbonadium swords, slightly scared y/n. She told Mariko’s grandfather that she was ready, but she knew nothing about Logan.

He was an animal. An animal that has been holding anger for years, and these past few days have been bottling up inside of him.

The carbonadium wasn’t working on the man. Yes, it cut through his skin, making it sting worse than usual, but he still slightly healed. The adrenaline in his body was the danger.

“Retreat! Retreat!” One of her men said, making her turn around to see Logan rip apart the last few remaining. She jumped at the way his claws sliced one’s neck.

Logan was on one knee, in a superhero landing position as he breathed heavily, claws out and to the side as he tightened his fists.

“Shit,” y/n took off and ran towards the back door that was open after Logan looked up at her. His eyes were dark, his fangs showed, his mouth quivered and his growls were deep. She was the last one left. She needed to get out.

Y/n almost made it to the front door, hoping she could make it to the van they all came in, but she was caught and thrown back in the house.

Y/n whined as she grabbed her side, feeling pain in an instant. She was no mutant. She was a human. She’s trained almost her whole life, but she would never stand a chance against someone like the Wolverine.

“I’ll give you a chance like I gave you men. Who sent you!?” Logan asked, walking over to her as she slowly crawled backward on the floor.

“Please, spare me,” the young lady said as he held a hand out, still not willing to give up her senpai’s name. “Who the fuck sent you woman!” Logan yelled as he hovered over her.

“Logan! The fight is done, just let her go! This is not her fault!” Mariko yelled from inside the safe room. As Logan heard her pushing the codes, he ran over to the door and roped out the outside keypad, making the inside malfunction.

“Logan? Logan! Logan!” Mariko yelled, feeling his anger from inside the room. “Stay there, princess. I’ve got some business to take care of,” Logan said as he looked back at y/n.

Y/n quickly got up in pain and ran. She yelled, hoping someone would maybe hear and help her, but even if they could hear her, who would want to go against the Wolverine.

“You ain’t gettin’ out of here,” Logan lunged after the young lady until he got her, picking her up and slamming onto the hardwood table in the dining room.

Y/n yelped, trying to move and get rid of the pain, but Logan picked her up and slammed her back onto the table.

“Ow!” She cried out as he stared down at her in anger. One hand retracted his claws as he pushed her shoulder down and the other stayed out, hovering over her face.

“Don’t make me hurt you if I don’t have to, Bub. Who sent you?” The man asked as his blades slightly stuck at her neck to scare her.

Usually, he would’ve killed her but now, the way she looked at him in fear and struggled with his one hand on her shoulder, made his breathing slow down. She wasn’t alarming. She wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

“You were badass just a second ago. Climbing in my back and stabbing me with that carbonadium or adamantium shit,”

“Please, just- Just let me go,” y/n begged as the blades broke the skin, making tears slip from her eyes. “Why can’t you just tell me, kid. You’re risking your life for someone who doesn’t care for yours,” Logan said, feeling a bit sad for the young lady, but he couldn’t show that. At least not at this time.

“I will never give his name. I serve him with all my life,” y/n said, eyes so glossy, she could barely see Logan. “That’s a shame, princess,” Logan traced his blades down the girl's neck, making viable scratches.

The man watched the woman’s mouth part, trying to keep in the pain, but she was human. It stung like hell.

“You’ll do anything for your master? Anything?” He asked as his blade stopped in the middle of her shirt, at the top of the collar. “Anything,” she tried seeming tough, but that soon faded as the made ripped at her suit.

Y/n’s tits flashed the man, making him groan low. “No bra on a mission? What did you expect when you got here?” Logan said, making it seem like she dressed this way for him.

“W-Wolverine, please,” y/n sobbed low as his eyes trailed down the rest of her body. “Pretty girls shouldn’t be out on missions. Especially for me. Do you know what I do to those girls?” Logan asked as he slowly lifted her skirt.

Mariko had no idea what was going on from front the outside. He had destroyed the speaker on the keypad. He can tell himself he didn’t plan this, but distorting the speaker could argue against that.

“P-Please — Take her, and I’ll leave. I won’t follow,” y/n said, feeling her heart rate speed up. “But I haven’t told you what I do to pretty girls like you,” Logan said as his blade trailed down her stomach until it cut her panties.

Y/n whined as she bucked her hips, trying to get from under him, but there was no use. The man chuckles as he rips the rest of her panties off.

“I teach them a real lesson,” Logan said as he began tugging on his belt. “W-Wolverine, stop this. Spare me, I swear I won’t follow,” Y/n said as her eyes kept switching from his eyes to his crotch.

“After I’m done with you, you’ll be coming with us. You’ve fucked yourself over,” Logan said. “N-No — No, I can’t,” y/n finally began pushing at his arm and pushed her shoulder down.

Logan retracted his last claws before he reached into his jeans and pulled himself out. Y/n had stopped moving for a second, eyes widening as she scanned his length.

The man was painfully hard, cock red and slightly blue as pre cum slipped past the slit of his tip. “N-No,” y/n stuttered as she slowly began to fight again, kicking and clawing at him, but nothing was working.

“You said you’d do anything for your master. Let’s see how much you’ll do,” he said as he moved up in between her legs, making her legs part wide.

“N-No, sir!” Y/n pushed at his lower stomach as he pushed at her entrance. “C’mon, princess. Let me in,” Logan growled, hands coming to her waist to grip and pull her into him.

“S-Sir,” y/n stuttered with a whine as she threw her head back. The young lady's back arched as her hands grabbed his wrist, trying to grab onto something to help the pain she felt in her lower stomach.

He was huge, and he knew that. He was just too angry to care about it. He needed to take it out somehow, and this random assassin that was sent to kill him and take Mariko was perfect. She was perfect.

“Should’ve quit, baby. Should’ve said no to this mission,” the man began moving at a fast hard pace, watching her body jolt at his strokes.

“P-Please, stop!” Y/n cried out, feeling her orgasm near. She was going to cum by the Wolverine pounding into her. How could she? How could she do this to her people?

“You sure, Bub? You’re about to cum — I can feel it,” Logan growled as he snapped his hips faster, watching her grip his worst tightened and shake her head.

It was getting hard to hold in her moans. He used her so well, and she couldn’t lie and say she hated it. Her body said the complete opposite. She was going to gush around him, and he was going to shoot it.

“Names Logan, by the way, Bub, and I’m gonna use all my anger out on you,”

Logan pulled back and picked the girl up, throwing her over his shoulders, and made his way into the spare room he let Mariko have last night.

“L-Logan,” y/n said the man’s name, not actually knowing why. The man threw y/n on the bed, instantly hovered over her, and turned her onto her stomach.

“Please, spare-“ y/n went to beg again, embarrassed that she wanted to explode, but he ignored her as he forced his way back through her slit, stretching her at a different angle.

Y/n cried into the pillow as her hands flew back, trying to slow his thrust by placing her hands on his lower stomach.

The man was shirtless when he opened the door, and at first, y/n was thankful for that because she could stab him better, but now, she was glad that she could feel him.

She was a struggling mess, giving him a hard time, but she knew deep down she loved this. She loved being taken just like this by him. By the Wolverine.

“C’mon, baby — Take it,” Logan grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them on her back before pushing down and snapping his hips.

Y/m felt like her back was going to break. Her vision had already gone blurry and her legs had started trembling.

With no words, only moans, y/n came around Logan’s cock, soaking him and the bed. “Ah huh, ah huh,” the man groaned as one of his hands gripped her hair and pulled her head back to hear her.

“Don’t fuckin’ hide it, kid. Cry on my cock proudly. Keep sickin’ me in for your master,” Logan said with a smirk, knowing she’d feel embarrassed if he knew what she was up to.

“Assassin my ass — Look at you. Fuckin’ weak. So fuckin’ weak, you can barely talk,” Logan teased before pushing her head into the pillow she was just crying in.

“Take it, take it! Fuckin’ take me, baby,”

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[visualbutterflysworld]

Break of Dawn | Vhackerr

Warning: smut, uhh just real smutty, unprotected(use birth control)

so…i may have gotten this idea from mj’s song and read some…unholy things about vin so yeah cheers.

Vinnie sighed as he finally shut off his gaming equipment and stream. He had been streaming since 7 and it was now 1 am. Knowing you, you were probably already in bed.

Drifting off, Vinnie imagines you in a little shirt. Barely covering your thighs. His bare hands roaming over the smooth skin. Your small whimpers. Vinnie quickly snaps out of it to find out that he now has a boner.

“Fuck.” He mutters before thinking of his next move. He could jerk off and go to bed or he could wake you up and have you help him fix his problem. Being the mischievous man he is he decided to wake you up.

He quietly makes his way out and to his room. Silently thanking Hera for opting to sleep on the couch tonight. He slowly opens the door and closes it behind him.

There you are. Laying so prettily with the moon shining from the window. He resists the urge to touch himself before he slowly crawls on top of you.

He first starts with small sweet kisses. Rubbing up and down on your thigh. “Y/nnn.” His voice rings out. “Mm.” “Y/nnn wake up.” He placed a light kiss on your lips. He feels you moving around almost fighting the urge to wake up. He moves down to your neck and slightly nipples on the soft skin. “Y/nnn, wake up darling.”

“Vin?” Your voice sounded so raspy which turned him on more. “Yes, love. Wake up for me.” He starts to kiss your lips until you slowly begin to kiss him back. “What’s wrong?” You ask before slowly opening your eyes. “Nothing, I just really missed you.” Vinnie now moves downwards.

“Take this off for me.” He tugs on your(his) shirt. “Mph. You do it, Mr. Needy.” You huff before yawning. “For you? Always needy.” Vinnie tugs the shirt up and throws it somewhere in the room.

You take in a sharp breath as the cool air hits you. You claw at Vinnie’s shirt and he quickly takes it off as well. Vinnie moves his head down and places a boob in his mouth. He twirls his tongue around the nipple before slightly biting it. You arch your back in response. It isn’t long until he’s down and ripping your panties off.

“Vinnie, those were expensive!” You yell slightly. “I’ll buy you more. Just relax for me, Princess.” And soon Vinnie’s mouth is attached to your clit. Sucking on it softly as you whine.

He smoothly puts a finger inside and hums at the ease. “Vinnie.” You go to cover your mouth for a moment before moving it to clutch on the sheets.

It isn’t long before he places another finger and you soon come all over. Vinnie helps you through your high as you feel your toes curl. You’re breathless almost, staring at Vinnie with a drunken haze as he sucks of his fingers. “Such a sweet taste. Always so sweet. Like chocolate covered strawberries.”

He places his thumb on your already stimulated clit, curling it slowly. You let out a small moan. “Do you eat chocolate covered strawberries every day? Is that your way of making me want to eat you out every chance i get?” Vinnie question and you only moan in response.

He pinched your clit as you don’t answer. You squirm from the feeling. “I asked you a question.” “No, Vinnie. I…just please. I need you inside me.” You grab his hair and give it a good tug. “Who’s needy now?” Vinnie chuckles.

It isn’t long until he’s stripped and soon inside you, bottoming you out. He waits a second before he starts thrust. “Fuck, so tight. Such a good girl for me.” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you. You’re in heaven. Your toes curl. Back arched. Begging for whatever it is.

“I’m gonna go nice and slow. I’m gonna fuck you all night long.” He says and you clench at the words. He smirks, “mm my pretty girl likes that idea? Letting me be inside her till the break of dawn.” You nodded rapidly as you claw at his back. “Yes. Vinnie please don’t stop.” You say as you feel your climax about to erupt.

“I know that face. My girl gonna come? Be a good girl and come for me.” You arch your back at his words. Before you come Vinnie quickly grabs your face softly to kiss you. Heaven is what you both feel.

It was gonna be a long night.

Okay go read the Bible now you freaks!

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Motion!!

Sukuna x f!reader

Synopsis- Sukuna has his way with women, feigning them on before ultimately flipping on them with another woman. He thought he would do the same to you. Nah.

cw: Sukuna is a warning in himself, No sorcerer au, toxic y/n (we love) minimal dialogue, boxer!Sukuna mentioned, cheating (multiple), alcohol, quick paced, hookups, multiple positions, tit slapping, licking, oral sex, nudes, spanking, hair pulling, toxic relationship, ooc Sukuna

“I-I got my hands on my toes lookin’ for the hoes….if I get in this tequila anything goes”

Sukuna had just gotten out the boxing ring securing another undefeated win before his latest fling came up and bitch slapped him, throwing all the expensive gifts he gave her at him scratching up his pretty face. Can’t say he didn’t deserve it. He did sleep with her sister…..and best friend. But that or some other ending was inevitable. He was like this with all his women, they were a means to an end to him, something to fuck and play with. So it didn’t matter if that one left him he would just get a new one.

So he found himself at a party, a quite packed party. He should have known Gojo and Geto were in the most popular band on this side of the world; and god did they know how to throw a party. He nursed a glass of bourbon watching over the crowd to find the one. Then the girl who sucked his dick before walking inside passed him smiling at him, he grimaced he wished that people wouldn’t be so obvious about sexual encounters he didn’t even remember her name. Then he found it, found her.

A little minx in a tight black dress that did little to hide anything, your dark skin illuminated under the strobing party lights as bottle girls poured shot after shot of tequila down your throat, everyone was watching you, devouring you with their eyes.

You commanded attention in any room you walked in he could tell, you were just like him.

And his predatory gaze locked onto you, getting closer throughout the night, stealing glances from you here and there.

You were louder than the rest of your friend group giggling about leaving your ex or something he didn’t really care about, all he cared about was catching his prey.

You attracted people, men and women alike, surrounded you, giving you every bit of their attention and energy. It wasn’t a while till the spectators dissipated to their own carnal desires, that the hunt was one but who was hunting who?

The pink haired man with tattoos that covered his body, from what you could see of his body, and his body was amazing. He was well toned, muscles threatening the hem of the black shirt he adored and he filled out his black pants nicely. He had been watching you all night, he had a familiar look in his eyes, he was on the hunt; for you? He was perfect.

It was as if everything went in slow motion, you locked eyes on him beckoning him closer as you began to walk through the crowd. He followed pushing through. The flashing strobe lights made it hard to keep track but he never lost you. He followed you to a small room expecting to find you but he just found a small bed in a dark red room. The door slammed behind him and he turned to see you. Before he could say anything you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt locking your lips with him.

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Sukuna had no idea how he ended up on his back you and him didn’t even exchange names before you were exchanging spit. Ripping each others clothes off, he had you on your back tearing a condom open with his teeth. Sinking into you he let out a guttural groan, you felt so good. His strokes were mild to begin with but you became bored. You raised your hips bucking faster and harder, digging your nails into the males tattooed chest needing more.

Sukuna got impossibly hard looking at you fucking yourself on his cock. You were intoxicating, his strokes turned wild and hard. The room filled with sinful music of your skin slapping and the mixture moans and groans. Your arms wrapped around his neck yanking him closer to you licking his face tattoo, making his thrust falter wrapping your legs around him; you flip the muscular male onto his back.

In the dark lighting of the small room you couldn’t see the small flush of pink that was brought to the man’s cheeks at your sudden show of dominance. You rode the man like there was no tomorrow, Sukuna could swear he could see stars the way your hips wined up and down at a reckless pace.

You had worked up a sweat for the both of you. A sheer coat of it covers both of your body’s. You were so close, grabbing his hand you guided it to your clit helping his circle the little bud before he took over rushing over it with his rough calloused fingers bringing you to the edge, his other hand held your breast playing with the hardened nipple before slapping it; you let out a dangerous moan as pleasure surges through you. Sharp nails dig into his shoulders to be sure you would leave marks in the morning.

Your hips bucked wildly as you came, your pussy spasming around his girth and he couldn’t hold it as you became impossibly tight around him he burst inside of you. Long spurts of milky white cum flowing into the condom. Settling down you catch your breath before slipping off of him, a hiss coming from both you and him. Licking his lips Sukuna watched as you got up your beautiful naked body on full display for him as you slipped your dress back on, no panties. Before leaving you turned back and handed him a small note, “In case you ever wanna do that again.” You wink before closing the door leaving him on the bed naked, discombobulated, and hard as fuck.

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Sukuna had never experienced a woman like you. You were so alive, wild, and god the sex. Your mouth was sent from heaven sucking him nice and filthy. Spit dripping down your chin as you suck his heavy balls till he cums all over your face. When he wasn’t stuffing your mouth full though you had a mouth on you.

Handing you a 14k gold bracelet embedded with natural diamonds after you just finished him off he closed his eyes waiting for the giggling praise, but was met with a mere scoff before he felt a thump to his tatted chest. You threw the bracelet back at him, “If you think that’s worth this,” you tighten your bathrobe around your body, “you got another thing coming.” You say genuinely offended before storming off to the bathroom leaving him alone, irritated and a little horny. You both knew that you could afford all the things he gets you but like you would say, it’s the principle. What was he gonna do with you.

Not even two months in he had you moved in, fucking you any and every where, you were never not seen together. At his boxing matches, at clubs, v.i..p parties. And when he would take you to the club he didn’t expect you to be so raunchy, it did something to him to see a woman so open, so sexy. God he wanted to fuck you stupid. He didn’t even notice since he met you he never looked at another woman. It was as if you had him hypnotized.

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“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna was angry, pissed even. Pictures of you being lewd with others and so many messages. You stood in front of a mirror wearing the very dress you met the man in, putting your lip gloss on before even looking and smiling. “Well what’s it look like?” You say walking over to the couch grabbing your purse, Sukuna was practically speechless, any other woman he messed with he wouldn’t have cared, he didn’t know what made his gut flip seeing these photos. “You just gonna act like there ain’t pictures of you fucking on other people expect me not to react.” You sigh, turning back to the male. “If you didn’t want your feelings hurt, you shouldn’t have went through it.” You say simply before giving him a kiss and walking out the door.

You knew men like Sukuna he would use you up and toss you aside if you let him. You just got to get on the same low, down dirty level he’s on and show him who’s boss. He’ll stay with you because he sees himself in you, he’s so obsessed with himself. It’s kinda hot.

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Sukuna tried to go to other women, flip on you like he did every other women; but none of them could compete with you, your looks, your taste, your smell. He couldn’t get enough of you, but the same could be said for everyone else. He felt sick watching you post yourself on your story but he remembered who you came home to. But his blood boiled at the thought of someone else touching you, tasting you having you. He hated it.

Muffled moans are barely audible above focused thrust, his balls smacking your arousal soaked thighs creating vulgar noises. Your face smushed into $1000 sheets; sheets soaked in liquids that would be impossible to explain to the cleaning lady. But he would think about that later right now all he could think about was your sweet pussy sucking him in ever so tight.

With every harsh concentrated thrust your warm velvet walls tightened around him. He tried to hold his incoming climax, his hips going at an untamed speed. Every vein on his thick cock pulsating inside you wanting, needing to fill you up to the brim. His hands grabbed the globes of your ass massaging the fat before slapping it watching the recoile. He grabbed the roots of your hair pulling as he fucked you mercilessly.It was what you deserved, what you needed.

But the world went quiet when he felt you cum your whole body shaking as if a volcano ruptured. Your tight cunt held him with such disdain knowing that your pussy was the closest thing to heaven on earth and to lose you would send him into a psychotic break and knowing he can’t be the only one to satisfy you. Rutting into you before emptying his load inside your used cunny. Cum ran down your thighs as he pulled out of you. He thumped down onto the bed finally lifting your head, mascara ran down your face and lipstick was smeared all over your used puffy lips.

Sukuna had grabbed something from his side of the bed handing it to you, it was a blue sapphire butterfly necklace. Smiling up at the man you sit up still naked, “How much?” You gleam.

He smiles at your quip, he takes it from you unclasping it, you instinctively turn around. “$15,000…” He puts it on kissing your neck, casting goosebumps down your back. Your eyes had an unusual spark in them when he told you the price. He had your phone, his hand groping your marked up tits kissing your neck showing your new necklace off. “What are you doing?” You ask, making him smile against your skin. “What’s it look like?” He mumbles into your ear. “Say cheese.” He quickly snapped a picture before getting up, dropping the phone in your lap. You smile biting your lip seeing he deleted all your other photos leaving it to be only him.

But it was just a matter of time before you went out again, didn’t answer his calls,leaving him for days on end. But at the end of the day you always came back to him.

Never in his life did Sukuna think he would be sitting at home going crazy over a woman but here he was.

He finally got a taste of his own medicine.

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A/N- this could have been wayyyy better but I haven’t written anything in a hooot minute so that probs the reason and this is my first time writing for jjk so yay!!!! I’ve been cooking this up for a while now and a few others and as always I hope you enjoyed

[queenofallimagines]

Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

[bellarkeselection]

When Dutton's Marry, They Go Big

Request from wattpad mackleann - Kayce and the reader come back from their honeymoon and the bunkhouse crew talk about how amazing the wedding was ( huge wedding 😏 )

"There's nothing that says we have to go back today. We could just stay out here." Kayce had his arms wrapped around me from behind while I was trying to put my shirt on.

Kayce and I had recently got married a few weeks ago. And we had been spending our honeymoon here at the Dutton Summer Camp. I giggled trying to not cave into his embrace when he kissed my neck. “Kayce, we have to go back to work.”

“Your mother doesn’t need you for another week right?” He mumbled into my neck until I spun around in his arms.

My mother Lynelle Perry was going to be stepping down and leaving Montana in the coming weeks since she got a higher job in government. Kayce’s father John was taking over her position as governor of the state. “No, she's busy helping your father. But I want to spend time with her before she leaves.”

“One more day won’t hurt anybody, darling.” Kayce leaned down, capturing my lips deeply.

I squealed when he got the chance to pick me up by my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Kayce!” He carried me over to the edge of the bed sitting me down on it where we both fell backwards on the mattress.

“By the way you're looking at me right now I can tell that you���re not complaining too much.” Kayce smirked down at me only wearing some blue jeans and his boots that he kicked off.

Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my hands down his neck drawing him in for another long round of the morning. “Who I am kidding you’re hard to resist, Dutton.”

“So are you Mrs. Dutton.” He mumbled in between kisses and we laid in the bedsheets together till the next morning when we had to get back to the ranch.

Kayce drove the truck up underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign. We parked outside the main house where I turned in my seat facing him. “You know we could always hide out in the bunkhouse till the cowboys are done with work for the day.” A smirk was playing off my lips.

“I like the way you think, baby.” He smiled hoping out of his seat and I scrambled to get my door open. Kayce scopped me up before my feet could even hit the ground, carrying me to the bunkhouse door.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and he kicked the door opened. He sat me down on the nearest bed beginning to remove my shirt until someone else's voice entered the building. “You two look just like you did the day you got married.”

“Ryan! What the hell are you doing here?” Kayce broke the kiss, breaking the kiss that we was sharing seeing the cowboy standing at the edge of the bed.

Ryan raised a brow. “I should be asking, are you going to sleep on my bed right now?”

“Oh god! We didn’t mean for that to happen.” Covering my face with my hands I groaned feeling somewhat embarrassed at the very thought of what we we’re about to do before he walked in. “Wait what did you mean we are just like how we were on our wedding day?”

Ryan chuckled with a smile. “Your wedding was huge and I don’t mean it’s just because of who your mother is. But I also mean weddings and other big events don’t really happen here.”

“Ryan, Rip says we have to move more cattle across the ranch before Gator starts dinner. What….what are you talking to these two about?” Colby enters the barn seeing the three of us talking.

Ryan turns toward his fellow cowboy working. “I was talking about their wedding.”

“Ah yeah. I remember that day. That was the biggest amount of people I had ever seen here before. And the food spread was insane.” Colby throws his head back, running his fingers through his black curly locks.

Thinking back on my wedding day I smiled at the memory. Kayce had been dressed in a light white dress shirt, black tie and his only pair of not dirty blue jeans and some boots. I was wearing my dress obviously that had lace all over the train. I had put some of my hair up with a flower crown braid leaving the rest of it down going down my back. Paring it with my light tan cowgirl boots instead of heels. “I didn’t think you guys were so focused on our wedding. We weren’t even that focused on the details after we got to the ceremony and said the words "I Do.”

“Okay we’ll y’all should get out of here before Rip comes and kick your asses or better yet I’ll kick your asses if you tell anyone else we are back yet.” Kayce threatened sitting down on the bed beside me glaring at the two cowboys who were still standing in the bunkhouse doorway.

Ryan raised his hand up in the air. “Chill out man. We’re going.”

“Who knew married Dutton’s could be more demanding than they already were before.” Colby mumbled exiting the bunkhouse with his fellow cowboy.

Kayce ran a hand through his hair looking back at me. “Are you reconsidering coming back home early like I knew I would?”

“Possibly….do ya think we could sneak back to the truck without them noticing?” I asked him, grabbing his discarded cowboy hat up from the dirty floor putting it on my head after dusting it off.

Kayce smirked the same expression as me. He moved forward, capturing his lips with mine. “You are a genius. But we could just drive back to the Summer Camp for a few more days.”

“Fine Mr. Dutton you win.” I caved knowing he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed. We grabbed our jackets and ran as fast as possible to his truck in the driveway. I knew the day I said yes I was in for one hell of a ride changing my last name to Dutton and I wouldn't change one thing.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I'll give you wings so you can fly

requested: Can you please write a story where reader is temporary blind and Azriel takes care of her?

warnings: blood, injuries, loss of vision, trauma, scars, mention of potential rape.

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Azriel saved you. In the midst of absolute madness. A pool of blood. He heard a heartbeat. Faint and slow but still trying to claw its way out of this chaos. He moved the same way he moved the night he saved Gwyn. He had a mission: to rescue a drowning soul. Cassian was scanning the room himself. The sanctuary was supposed to be a safe space. Was supposed to. That wasn't the case. And now more than the first time, Azriel was mad. Both at Rhys for not ensuring the safety of the priestesses and equally as much at himself for not seeing it through quicker and for not stopping it before it was set in motion.

Azriel's boots were soaked in blood, but then again, most of his body was, so he didn't pay it much attention. "There's nothing on this side," Cassian said, voice echoing in the now-completely silent room. "Check the back room. I'll finish up here," Azriel said firmly before continuing his journey to the said heartbeat. The male dreaded the moment he was going to find a lifeless body and would have to hold it till the last beat of the heart. Azriel had lost count of the times he had waved a soul goodbye. Had been that last straw someone clung to in their dying minutes. It weighed on the spymaster's shoulders, but then again, if that was all he could offer at that moment and if it was in some way enough, he was okay with it.

Azriel pushed aside broken furniture pieces until his eyes landed on you. You were drenched in blood, making it hard for Azriel to make out your features. "I've got you," the spymaster said as he kneeled and carefully pulled your hand from beneath the fallen table. "It's going to be okay," he mumbled, even if Azriel wasn't sure if it was going to be okay. Considering the heavily bleeding gash on your left side where his eyes landed next and the cut that ran across your forehead. The gash looked deep. Someone must have tried to kill you with a blow to the head but, surprisingly, failed.

Azriel pressed his hands down on the wound for a moment while his mind wondered. Watching your eyes twitching, your ripped clothes barely covering your skin. "Th-ey... tri-ed," you croaked out. Hardly were they words, let alone understandable ones, but Azriel nodded his head. "I know... but it is all okay. They will not hurt you now," the shadow singer said softly, ripping the side of his shirt off and wrapping it tightly around your middle, trying to slow down the bleeding even a little bit more.

You started muttering words under your breath. Azriel couldn't make any of them out. He knew he had to wait for Cassian to return, but every moment you spent here drew you closer and closer to your death bed. So without any more hesitation, the spymaster scooped you up in his arms before he winnowed away. Leaving Rhys to get Cassian back home. 

There were no more survivors. You were the only one who had escaped the invasion of the sanctuary. Madja nearly fell to her knees when Azriel kicked the door to her clinic open. Death. They could both smell death lingering. Peaking through the corner and reaching for your soul. To claim it. To take you under and away from this world.

"Should I get Rhys for the pain?", Azriel questioned as he pressed both of his palms to your wound. Madja only shook her head as she mixed up different salves in a hurry, "Too late for that, she doesn't feel anything." Those words made Azriel's stomach twist. It couldn't be too late to save you yet. He couldn't have failed yet again.

Hours. Azriel had been there for hours. Watched Madja drains her energy almost to the last drops as she tried to heal you. Let the healer channel her power through Azriel when her legs started to give out. The spymaster was worried. More than ever before, and not just for you. Madja had been like a second mother to all of them. Even if they bickered back, they loved her and the way she would pinch their cheeks while greeting them.

With a supportive hand, Azriel watched the light from Madja's hands seeping through your skin, till the healer's body slumped in the Illyrian's hands. "Can't do anything else", she muttered, bracing herself on Azriel, "Now it's all up to her if she survives it". Azriel nodded, guiding the healer to the back room, where he draped the blanket over her drained body as tiredness took over her. The spymaster was back on the table you laid on in less than a heartbeat. The bleeding had stopped, and your heartbeat sounded much more steady. Azriel reached for the herbal water, dipping a cloth into it before gently rubbing it into your blood-tinged skin, washing away the last traces of tonight.

You looked so innocent. Your face screamed young purity to him. And now Azriel was left wondering if the males who invaded the sanctuary had raped you the way they had done with the other females. But there weren't many forceful bruises on your skin. Besides the gash on your side and the cut on your hand, the rest of your body seemed somewhat unharmed. Yet he couldn't be sure until you told him so yourself.

Azriel didn't sleep that night. He both couldn't and feared to. So he pulled a chair closer to where you were lying and sat down. Eyes never leaving you. The way your chest rose and fell. He felt the need to be the first one you were going to see once you woke up. He had to be the one. The one to reassure you that you were safe. The one to tell you that you had nothing to fear. But that didn't come for weeks. Madja comforted Azriel that it was mostly the cause of the concussion. That you were stable and most definitely would wake up sometime soon. That he didn't have to come by multiple times a day to see you. But Azriel still did it. Not sure if it was more for his own sake or your own. But he did.

He was having a conversation with the healer one afternoon. As she once again tried to convince the male that only time and patience were going to show the final result. Then a scream ripped through the clinic, and Azriel was in panic mode straight away. Given that he had only heard you mumble a few words before, he was surprised that his mind instantly recognized your scream. He ripped the door open in a hurry when he saw you on the floor. Weak arms trying to hold up your still-trembling body. You must have tried to stand up and miscalculated the strength you had. He walked towards you, but when your head frantically moved from side to side and your eyes didn't seem to fall on him, Azriel stopped. Madja pushed past him, falling to her knees before you and making you jump in the process.

"I can't... I can't see..", you cried out, fingers moving to run over the valleys of your eyes. "It must be the concoction," Madja said, carefully tilting your head upwards. Moving a finger from side to side. Asking you questions about the amount of light you manage to see, shadows.

"Azriel, do you mind helping her up?", your breathing instantly picked up at the mention of the male name. "Azriel is the one who saved you, dear; he will not harm you," the healer reassured you, turning to Azriel once more. To say that he was worried about approaching you was an understatement. He was terrified. He didn't want to harm you.

"I will touch your hand, and if you feel like it, you can hold onto it." Azriel's voice was soft and familiar. You heard it the night of the invasion. Lulling you out of the share panic. You had heard it all of those weeks that you had been lying unconscious. It circled in your brain every day. The touch was soft and gentle. You flinched slightly but almost immediately wrapped your fingers over a much larger palm. You felt what seemed like scars all over it, but at that moment, you didn't care much for it. Your other hand blindly searched for the man's forearm as you inched closer to him.

"Easy there, love," Azriel warned you carefully, "You have twenty-two stitches on your left side." Even if you had spent weeks lying unconscious, Azriel was still scared that the wound would come undone. You moved an inch away, but Azriel carefully wrapped his arm over your lower back, helping you to stand up. You braced one of your hands on his chest for support. Your legs felt like jelly, but you stubbornly tried to hold yourself up. Yet that didn't last long as your body sagged down, only to be caught by Azriel in an instant. "Lay down," the male said, picking you up in his arms once more. "My eyes," you muttered, "Trust me; I'll do everything to make sure you see again."

Rhys offered you a place in the library among the other priestesses, but Azriel denied it. Locking you up in darkness was not a way for you to heal. You listened as the two argued until strong hands embraced your shoulders. In the beginning, Azriel's touches made you shiver. The male was silent. So his touch always carried something unknown with it. Now, before he touched you, he would rub his fingers together gently, alerting you. You didn't talk much, but you had the impression that he had taken it upon himself to keep you safe even though he didn't have to.

Azriel guided you through the door. The warmth and comforting smell of the place hit your senses. You made out different shadows that you assumed were pieces of furniture as you extended your hands forward. "Where are we?", you asked, running your fingers over what appeared to be the edge of a plush sofa. "My mother's house. Stay here for a minute," the male said as he walked past you, and your heart skipped a beat. For what you had learned and what your brain had put together, Azriel was closed off. Personal and professional never mixed. And you were on the professional side. You were the only one who survived. Only you could give him the answers he wanted. Even if he wasn't pushing, you had a feeling that all of this was just so you would get familiar with him, and when his patience ran out, he'd end up getting what he needed. You heard another muffled voice before the door cracked open again, letting more light into the room. A figure approached you, and you instantly moved to back away.

"Oh, sweetie, I...", a lady's voice rang out, making you frown slightly, "She really can't see". At this point, you weren't even sure if any of this was directed toward you. "Mom, let's not rub it in her face more", Azriel's voice almost seemed concerned, but you tried to not let it get to you. Without facial expressions, it was hard to distinguish between different tones at times. "I apologize... I...", the lady carefully took hold of your hands squeezing them, "I haven't seen many people and... Stay as long as you want. Are you hungry? She must be hungry." Azriel let out a sigh as his mother rushed out of the room.

"Let me guide you to your room," the shadow singer said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. It felt calming. His touch always seemed to pull you out of the river of fear. "It has big windows, and you can just walk straight to the garden from it", the spymaster rambled on. Your fingers ran across the walls. Your silence was painful to him. He wished you would talk more. Azriel felt like he was talking so much. Well, more than he was used to, but it was mostly met with shrugs and a sentence here and there if he was lucky. Madja had stopped him on his way out the day he was bringing you up to the house of wind. "She needs care and to feel safe. Her brain might be blocking her vision. Fear can be crippling." And Azriel knew what she meant. He felt the level of fear that seemed to make him freeze. Just Azriel couldn't bring himself to speak in moments like this. His voice would disappear, and all he could do was stand there. Most took that as him trying to appear threatening while, in reality, he was nothing but mortified.

"Sorry for my mom, she's", Azriel found himself explaining until he felt your hand on his shoulder. "I'm the one who took over her home," "You didn't take over anything. I wanted you to come here, and so did she." You wondered if he warned her ahead of time that he would be bringing a freak. You moved your hand away from him, rubbing your palms together, and Azriel instantly felt the lack of your warmth on his skin. You were thinking. Hard. You seemed to do that when emotions ran high.

"You are safe here. I'll be here with you," standing up, the spymaster reached for you, and you let him take hold of your hands, "I think we can go have a picnic outside; the weather is beautiful today," "Why are you doing this?" Azriel was glad you couldn't see the way his face crinkled in confusion. He hated when people could read it easily. "What do you mean, why am I doing this?" the male questioned, the sad expression on your face breaking his heart. "If you want me to tell you what happened, you can just ask; you don't have to go all this way," you said, moving your arms around and gesturing to the room you stood in. Azriel let out a sigh. "I'm doing this because I can imagine how frightened you are, and I genuinely want to help."

You know that you should just bite your tongue and not push your luck, but it slips out, "It has something to do with your hands, doesn't it?" And now more than ever, even you know what a loud silence means. You hit near home, if not straight at it. Azriel cleared his throat, "My father kept me locked up in a basement for years. I couldn't fly; I could barely move. My brothers put my hands into flames," his last words died down as the memories filled Azriel's mind. You step closer to him, fingers inching behind him until you're met with an unfamiliar texture. Sliding your fingers carefully across the curve of what you assumed was a wing. Azriel hissed, you instantly draw your hand back, holding it closer to your chest.

"No, no, you can touch. They are just... sensitive", the spymaster says, studying your face. The way you bite your lip as your fingers once again reach out for his wings. "I bet your hands are beautiful," you murmur. "Scars like that tell the story of a survivor. I bet you inspire many people. Can you fly?" Your words pierce straight through Azriel's heart. Beautiful? Inspiring? Those weren't the words he was used to hearing in the same sentence as his hands. And the words seemed honest. Like you genuinely meant them. Azriel fluttered his wings carefully so as not to knock anything down in the room. A smile crept onto your face. "A fly around and then the picnic?" Azriel asks, and even before he finishes, you were already nodding your head.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you listened to yet another story Azriel was telling you about his brothers. It had been over a week, and you had started to feel more and more like yourself. Azriel barely left the house, and if he did, his mother was always there keeping you company and baking you sweet treats. Azriel was nothing but attentive. He managed to keep you safe while still giving you enough freedom so you wouldn't feel trapped.

You shared a bed. Only because you kept having nightmares, and after you tripped and fell during your first night here as you tried to find Azriel, he insisted that you two would stay together. You didn't fight that choice because, in all honesty, you needed to feel someone else's presence. Only managing to slip into slumber once Azriel would bring you closer to your chest. Your arms looped around his muscles as you clung to his hand. Azriel's face nestled in the crook of your neck. It felt like peace.

"I'm telling you, he nearly froze off his balls", you let out another bell laugh. The stories from the annual snowball fight never failed to put a smile on your face. "Did he tap out?", you asked, still giggling as you tried to find a slice of bread. Azrie instantly inched forward, took a piece, and dipped it in honey before gently tapping your hand as he handed you the piece. "It's Cassian, of course no", "Well, then he had blue balls quite literally", now it was Azriel who chuckled at your words as he kept a napkin under the piece he handed you so the honey wouldn't drip onto your dress. 

It felt easy. Whatever was slowly sparking between the two of you felt easy. Natural even. Even if at times, Azriel tried to deny it, seeing you sitting in his mother's living room as she told you stories about Azriel's childhood felt right. Not to mention that he was now addicted to the feeling of you in his arms at night. The only way he found a peaceful oasis was with you.

The wind carried a light sound of music. There must have been some celebration in the main part of the city. The melody was light but still audible, and you instantly turned your face toward it. Azriel took his time studying your features. The color had returned to your face. The little freckles started to appear the more time you spent in the sun. The gash had scabbed, and now all that was left was a light pink scar that ran across your forehead and down the left side of your face.

"Come up", Azriel pulled at your hands softly, and you instantly frowned, not wanting to go just yet. As if reading your mind, Azriel added, "Dance with me." You let out a light chuckle. "Dance? Azriel, I'm blind", but the spymaster only pressed you closer to him, "Step onto my feet", you looked up, the silhouette of his face in the form of a dark shadow inching over you, "Come on, you won't regret it. I have some moves, believe me." You shook your head quickly as you felt his other hand slip down the small of your back. Letting out a surprised chuckle, as the spymaster spun you around and around. Even Azriel couldn't hold himself from laughing as you happily squealed in his embrace. Both of you unable to remember a time when you were so happy.

You stumbled back home late at night. Still, laughing as Azriel occasionally twirled you around? You had flowers all over your hair. Work of Azriel himself. The bottom of your dress was covered in dirt, and Azriel had ripped his pants, but neither of you cared, shushing one another as you made your way into the house. Azriel eyed his mother's sleeping frame on the sofa, a piece she was still knitting in her hands. He hadn't had a chance to ask her what she was making, but the piece seemed rather tiny. Best to be a glove for Azriel but not a piece of clothing that would fit a grownup.

You let out a giggle from behind him. Trying to find the knob of the door. Azriel moves to help you; that had almost become his second nature. Reaching for the back of the dresser, you carefully start looking for the ribbon to undo your corset. Azriel moves closer to you, carefully leaving a kiss on your shoulder before guiding your hand toward the fabric. "You learned to read my mind", you muttered, making Azriel hum in response, "I just can tell what you need". You turned in the spymaster's embrace so you could face him. You wished you could see him. Even if you traced your fingers over his face countless times. You wished you could see him and know if your imagination was even remotely close to how he looked. 

"Well, then, what do I want now?", you inched closer to him. His warm breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. "Can I show inside of tell?", Azriel muttered under his breath, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You eagerly nodded your head as the anticipation started to slowly eat at you. Azriel cupped your cheek softly before leaning in, and his soft lips met yours. A breath got knocked out of your lungs at the sheer amount of fireworks that seemed to explode all inside you. You held onto his torso, scrunching up the material of the shirt he was wearing. The kiss was slow. No trace of rush. Just pure affection and care all poured into it. This male had dragged you out of death. Giving you wings and allowing you to fly again.

You woke up the next morning due to the sharp rays of sunlight hitting your eyes. You blinked a couple of times. Then a couple more and immediately jumped to sit up. Azriel instantly followed suit, hands moving to rub your shoulders as he was about to comfort you over a nightmare. You turned to him in an instant, as if only now realizing that he was also there. Hand coming up to cover your mouth as you let out a quiet sob. Azriel frowned, inching closer to you. 

"Love, what's going on?" Azriel's voice was still raspy. You reached your hand to rest on his cheek, and the movement seemed a little too effortless. "I can see you," you muttered, your bottom lip quivering slightly. Azriel gaped at you in surprise. "It's still foggy, but I can see you." You let out another sob, and Azriel pulled you closer to his embrace. Placing kisses on the top of your head, squeezing you a tiny bit closer than most. "You're even prettier than I imagined," you murmured, and Azriel let out a laugh, quickly wiping away some of his tears. You nuzzled closer into his chest, letting a wave of calmness once again reach the depths of your heart.

[ihavethedreamies]

Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.4k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

You had always had eyes for your friend's brother. It was nearly impossible not to give the fact that he was simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the earth. There were times where Doyoung would smile or laugh and you heart would melt; the other times he would get angry or annoyed, and THAT look…made your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appealed to you more than the ripped guys you'd meet at the gym. You did always wonder what he had hiding under there though, because every time you were at the pool, he either didn’t get in or wore a shirt…Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body didn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though, was that your best friend knew EVERYTHING. And she would tease you mercilessly for it. She was never disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she requested to never have to see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything happening though. To him, you were like another little sister. You had been friends with his actual sister for many, many years, and he probably still saw you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he, and his sister, never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he was five years older, there was never a point where you two were at the same school. You weren’t sure you could handle all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remembered one valentine's day the amount of chocolates and notes he brought home from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out terribly misshapen -still tasty- you ate them yourself.

Little did he know, you had a framed picture with him on your vanity…Not in a creepy way. It was from a few summers back where your group of friends had gone camping and he went along with some of his friends to basically chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just him. Your favorite part of it was that he is standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he ruffled your hair, then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his friends, but you and he sat aside, watching the shenanigans. You were both exhausted but would be teased endlessly if you went to bed, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until later that you had found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he fell asleep with his head resting on yours. Rumor had it, your best friend had a picture, but refused to show you. She claimed she needed it for when she did something otherwise unforgivable and needed an out.

One day you were over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment was settled above her aunt's bakery and so she got a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle had no children themselves, Doyoung was set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by, and his beautiful face always drew people in like flies. It was honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracted you from your studies. Often your friend would catch you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him, daydreaming.

"Yah! Get to work." She tapped the end of her pencil on your notebook.

"Sorry." You snapped out of it and got back to taking notes. Summer break was approaching, which meant so were finals. Not too worried about it you realized you might gain a reason to be if you continued to drift off into Doyoung land. It had become soon to closing time for the bakery, staying open till about six pm that time of year. You decided to take a break and got off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered had been put in the refrigerator and the dishes had long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you wanted. You also had a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you weren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you leaned on the railing to watch Doyoung sweeping in front of the store and wiping tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to above his elbow, and his jeans were perfectly hugging-

"How's studying going?" His voice startled you and your eyes moved from his ass to his eyes. He was looking up at you like a curious bunny and it was the cutest freaking-

"Uh, it's going." You huffed a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

"Do you need any help?" He asked and you blinked back. Should you take the opportunity? You really didn’t need help…You glanced behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

"Uh, yes please. I'll be right down!" You called as quietly as you could for him to still hear you, but not wake her up, and shuffled back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flapped on the stairs as you descended the outside staircase and moved to meet him out front.

"Let's go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler." He smiled and motioned for you to follow. He closed the doors, flipped the sign to closed, and you found a table. There were only three small tables inside, so you had to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removed his apron - dear lord his buttons were STRUGGLING - and moved the chair from across to next to you.

"What class are you studying for right now?" He asked.

"Advanced World History." You weren’t exactly having trouble, but it was the hardest class you needed to study for. His eyes widened then he blinked at you.

"You're, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen." He shook his head.

"Can you now?" You asked and he laughed. Your heart thudded so hard it's like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

"I can try…I should have asked what class before I offered." He huffed a nervous laugh.

"Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I'm talking about." You handed him a green-paper packet and he turned his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He began to go over questions, and you answered, but he tripped you up. You had memorized them in order, and he was reading off at random. This meant you had to actually know what the answer was instead of relying on repetition.

"Daeng! Try again!" He eyed you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkled your nose, thinking.

"You're so cute." he whispered, but you heard it. Your head shot up to stare at him, and realization crossed his face that he said it out loud. You expected him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turned a bright red.

"I'm cute? Me? No, no, you're cute." You had no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you were dead serious. He blinked at you again.

"Cute." You pointed at him. Your deadpan stare and serious tone caught him off guard. He cleared his throat nervously and wouldn’t meet your eye.

"Next question." You waved the situation off, screaming inside. It was like you were having an out-of-body-experience and your filter had been removed, letting him your instinctual thoughts.

"You really think I'm cute?" He put the paper down, sitting up straight.

"You are the cutest thing on the face of the earth." Once again, you were completely serious. His whole face bloomed red, and he brought his hand to his mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

"Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish." You pushed the paper toward him, but he just glanced at it.

"Questions." You poked the paper.

"How long have you thought I was cute?" He put his hand down, the embarrassment dissipating and turning to smugness.

"Forever, continue." Paper was shoved. Finally, he picked up the packet and when his face was hidden, you released a rush of air to try and calm down.

"On a level of one to ten, how cute am I?" Man, he was like a dog with a bone. You rolled your eyes.

"Eleven."

"How long have you liked me?" That threw you off a bit.

"I never said I liked you-" You tried to play it off. He put the packet down.

"You think I'm cute." He smirked.

"Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?"

"Why do you have the hoodie I lost a few years ago in your closet?"

"H-how did you know about that?"

"Saw it in the picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you two got to match."

"It could have been any red hoodie; how did you know it's yours?"

"I didn’t…not until now. Plus… it’s way too big." He smirked and your violent intentions flared to life.

"You little shit!" You scolded and he guffawed. You were sure your face was as red as that sweatshirt.

"How did you even get it?" He questioned and you exhaled harshly.

"I was at your house when it was just me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I wasn’t answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find." You shared and he hummed.

"Just you in my hoodie, hm?" His gaze had changed, and you weren’t sure how to feel.

"Oh, hush, pervert." You mumbled, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You heard the chair scrape on the floor, then felt him standing next to you, close enough to feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracked having to bend back too far. He was so close. If you breathed too deeply your chest would brush against him. That thought made your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air was stolen from your lungs when his hands, his BEAUTIFUL hands, cupped your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips already slightly touching yours.

"Ye-" You didn’t even finish your acceptance and he instantly latched onto you. You whined, any sass draining from you instantly. Carefully, you lifted your arms and clutched his shirt above where it was tucked into his jeans. His hand moved from your jaw to back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand ran down your arm and settled politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulled away and your breath came out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung's respite, he was on you again, this time his tongue snuck past your lips, brushing at yours. You gasped and he swallowed it, backing you up till your back hit the wall. Both hands ended up pinning you in as he placed them on the wall and your hands left his side the clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulled away right as you needed to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connected your lips, and he licked over his own, breaking the connection. He moved to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stopped him.

"We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer." You whispered and he backed up a bit.

"Don’t you live in a dorm?"

"Yes, but my roommate works nights." You were still so close that your lips brushed as you talked. He grunted, backing up, and you moved toward the door so fast, you almost slipped. Your left sandal came partially off, and you fixed it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you entered her apartment and grabbed your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bumped your leg on the table as you moved around and fought back a grunt. His sister was still asleep, so you laid a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on  the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you saw he was behind the counter when you reentered, probably finishing last-minute business. You shoved all your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then waited patiently for him to finish. You were sure you looked EXTRA sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He went into the back then came out with his own bag and smiled innocently as he met you.

"Ready?" He whispered directly into your ear, and you wanted to scream YES! but refrained.

"Yep." You tried to stay casual, and he chuckled. He led you outside and across the street to his car. It was nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice. It was a dark blue with black leather seats. You weren’t sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you threw your bag in the back along with his and before you could reach for your seatbelt, he was doing it for you. Right as he clicked it, he gave you a brief peck on the lips. He went to start the car and your hand flung out to rest on his arm.

"Wait…I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?" You did not want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You were pretty sure this was more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you didn’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turned to you, soft, and he sighed.

"Honestly, it was last year that I really realized what was going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there. I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could sing, and you cannot-"

"Hey!"

"I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggle to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way. I only wanted you to smile at ME like that. I've been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend's big brother…" He tapped awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

"My dude, that is like the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that and a daddy kink-"

"Okay, thanks, that's all I need to know!" He sighed again.

"I really, really like you." He finished and you brought your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

"I really, really, really like you." You emphasized the third really. He smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"If this is too fast for you-"

"I have been waiting YEARS for this. Drive!" You pointed forward and he laughed, doing as you said. Once you got to campus, you directed him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There were still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grabbed your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They were gawking at Doyoung, and it pissed you off. You grumbled as your keycard refused to work the first time, getting more upset that you were letting them eye-hump your man…In reality it was probably because there was a dude there, not what he looked like. You finally saw the light turn green and heard the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yanked him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you used your card to enter your room as he looked around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

"Don’t worry these walls are REALLY soundproof." You reassured, shutting the door as he entered.

"How do you know that?" He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything." You motioned vaguely. While your room was clean, bed made, you panicked upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grabbed it, its name might or might not have been Doyoung, and yeeted it into your closet.

"What are you hiding?" He teased and you closed the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

"Nothing." You tried to cover the act up by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hummed suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It was different than before, this felt more like love than lust. It made your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulled back after a much shorter time, and he ran his hands over your frizzy hair.

"You're beautiful." His soft voice made you want to cry.

"So are you," You brought him down to your level again and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so close you could feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifted to your short-clad ass and gripped. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invaded. He was the best kiss you'd ever had. You also had a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moved down, laying wet kisses and sucks on your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucked over your pulse. You knew the position he was in was probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

"Move to the bed?" You offered and he laid one more kiss on your neck, then pulled back to allow you both to move. You barely sat down on the bed before he pushed you lightly onto your back and crawled over you. He stared warmly down at you for a second, then shoved his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

"Ah!" You moaned softly and his lips reattached to yours. He dominated the kiss, and you were totally fine with it. As his tongue wrapped around yours, your hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you could.

Much to your disappointment, he was wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He broke the kiss to remove the shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders did enough for you... While to many that may not be sexy, that was the most of Doyoung's skin you had seen. He smirked at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removed the tank top and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you had never heard of or seen him work out, he was nicely toned. For a man who liked to lie in bed all day, he had a nice body.

"Your turn," He argued when you tried to kiss him again. You swallowed, nervous, but none the less sat up to remove your own tank top. You were in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitated, but removed it as well. Instantly, he was on you. He manhandled you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latched onto a nipple. You sighed at the feeling, never being much sensitive there, but since it was him, you actually shivered a bit…He let go with a pop and you felt a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He landed on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he could question you, you straddled him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you like this." You whispered and he huffed in amusement. As you stroked his skin, his hands grasped at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulled you down and grinded up into you. Since you were both wearing denim, there wasn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself made you both groan. You could tell he was getting harder by the second, and you were sure your underwear was already ruined. He continued to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

"Okay!" you declared, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seemed shocked, but when he tried to protest you shot him a glare. He relaxed back onto his elbows again as you undid his pants. You rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally pulling him out, you gasped, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he was bigger than anyone you had been with before.

"(Y/N)-" Doyoung's thought dropped off when you ran your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan came out, be he did let out a harsh exhale. You had no idea how long you had wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, was going to stop you. Not that he wanted to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to descend. Finally, he let out a light groan and it sounded heavenly. You couldn’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you did. When your lips met the skin of his pelvis and you swallowed, his arms gave out and he flopped onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dug into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallowed again and then began to bob your head, taking him into the base each time. He was getting louder, and his noises made you moan.

"Fuck!" He cursed at the vibration. So, you did it again.

"(Y/N) if you don’t stop, I'm gonna cum." He warned. You didn’t stop. You wanted him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he let out a whining moan and thrust up slightly as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pulled off as he caught his breath. He looked up at you as you made sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing that did something to him, and he shot up, pining you down roughly against the bed. You squeaked in surprise as he rapidly undid the button of your shorts and yanked them off. He paused at your panties; they had little ducks on them. He gave you a look, to which you shrugged, and then those too were yanked off. You watched as he took his fingers and ran them up your soaked slit. You moaned, eagerly anticipating him fingering you. His hands were just so-

"Doyoung!" He had suddenly shoved a finger inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shook you. Without warning he added another finger, scissoring them as you tried to catch your breath. Hovered over you, waiting till you got enough air for him to kiss you. When you could finally breathe easily, his lips attached to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You were in heaven, and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. You weren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He left your lips, and you threw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

"Oppa, I'm gonna cum." You moaned and something about the pet-name got to him, and his movements intensified, his thumb moved to your clit.

"Then do it," he ordered, and you saw white. He continued his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you got too over stimulated, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gaped at him, body feeling limp. By that point he was completely hard again, and he spread your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock against your still twitching hole.

"Oh, please-" You encouraged, and he slowly began to ease into you. The stretch stung a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpowered it. As he slowly got deeper you tried desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside of you, finally, was better than you ever dreamed. He finally was in all the way, barely bumping your cervix. You felt so full.

"G-give me a second." You gripped his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kissed over your face as you got used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

"Ready?" He questioned and you nodded. He started slow, barely pulling out before going as deep as he could, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. Your breath hitched each time.

"More." You pled and he smirked. He hitched your other leg up as well then began to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You could already feel an orgasm building, it made your head swim. Nothing had EVER felt this good. He continued the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind you came undone again. It shocked both of you, and he halted his movements as you clenched around him. His brows furrowed at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard not to cum himself. He wanted to give you the most pleasure he could before he finished. Once your orgasm had calmed, he began the slow pace again. He quickly built speed though and you practically screamed when he began to fuck you in earnest. You were were practically bent in half as he loomed over you, fucking you into the mattress. Your hands flew up to grip at his bare back, your nails dragging and leaving red lines. Doyoung groaned at the feeling and dug his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excited you, more than you thought it would. That was something to be explored later, though. All of a sudden, he pulled out and you exclaimed.

"What-!" With much more strength than you thought he had, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely kept your balance before he slammed back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half fell to the bed, and you gripped the sheets to hold on for dear life. He was deeper now, each thrust ramming his head against your cervix. Tears pricked at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you almost weren’t sure you could handle it. Then, his hand came down harshly on your ass and you yelped.

"Fuck, do that again please." You pleaded and you could practically hear him smirk. He landed another hit, on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bed frame provided by the college rocked, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind you would have made note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students had probably done something like that. That alone proved the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head were gripping your sheets hard, and his hands left your hips to cover yours. He linked his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucked his cock into you, each time he buried fully back into you, more of your braincells floated away. Nothing else came to mind but your impending orgasm.

"Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~." You whined.

"Me too, hold on a bit, princess," he grunted, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand laid on your lower stomach. His thrusts got shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to feel himself inside you.

"Cum inside." You told him and he almost outright stopped.

"I'm on birth control pills, please cum inside." You pleaded and he swore several times, grinding into you. When you felt his hot cum shooting inside, it knocked you over the edge. You saw stars and swore you blacked out for a few seconds. When you came to, he was pulling out and a great deal of fluid was flowing down the inside of your thighs.

"You squirted." He informed and you barely registered what he said.

"Huh?"

"You soaked me." He chuckled and you propped yourself up to look back at him. You gaped at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I've never done that before!"

"Shh, it's okay. It was hot." Doyoung chuckled and you sighed in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you were laying on your stomach.

"Where’s the bathroom?"

"Second door across the living room." You waved your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listened as he partially clothed himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then left your room. Since you didn’t hear anything, you assumed your roommates were not home and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He was incredibly attentive and helped you clean up. Slowly, you sat up as he threw the towel on your dirty laundry. He picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you.

"I have clothes to change into," you pointed at your dresser, and he shook his head.

"Please?" He gave you a smug look and you narrowed your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you buttoned it up and you smiled at how the fabric pooled over you. The sleeves went past your hands, and you could practically wear it as a dress and still be decent to go outside. He sat on your bed, and you just stared at each other for a bit.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, almost sheepishly. You furrowed your brow dramatically.

"What kind of question? YES, of course!" You glared and he laughed, tackling you. Since you were on a twin sized bed, you both could barely fit. He pressed his back against the wall and hugged you so close to him there was still a good four inches of bed at your back. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and reached to pull the comforter over you two.

"What about when your roommate comes home?" He asked as you cuddled. You glanced behind you at the clock.

"I'll text her; she can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let you get up to retrieve your phone. You stood, texting, and he admired you in just his shirt.

"Be nicer if it was red."

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Sneak Pecks

Headcanon: They got hold of your phone ft Dazai, Kunikida, Akutagawa Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.I think Dazai is dominating my blog

Dazai:

Actually he doesn't get to touch your phone because its always with you more then him being with you

It was a fault to leave your phone at home when you went out to get some fresh air

He saw a blinking light under the white blankets of the messy bed he laid on

BOOM DIVES ON THE BED TO CATCH THE SOURCE OF LIGHT

It was a call from an unknown number, that too from Y/N's Phone

He picks up the call to hear "Hello this is Mr Sugaro speaking, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?" "No but you are certainly speaking to her boyfriend Mr Sugaro from Lane 34, Tokyo"

He just made sure the scammer had a breakdown.

This is Dazai Osamu we are talking about, he figured out the password.

He would absolutely surf your phone throughout, when he opens the phone gallery. You had pictures saved....Not of him but of other animated characters.

He went out and ordered his needs and wants from your amazon using your cash and I am pretty sure he also might have ordered food.

He sees your search history And the door opens

Boom

You snatched your phone out of his hands to see all your contacts renamed and all your chats being replied too.

Guess what jealously did? He deleted the folder you dedicated for anime men and replaced it with his selfies.

The man even changed your phone language to Russian.

You were about to beat this man up when the door rings.

Rip Dazai.

*Ring ring* "Who the hell is Alabama rockstar? "

Kunikida:

Please, He is just like a mom

Laughing and giggling at your phone? During work hours? Your phone is snitched

I am sorry, you would totally be sitting anxiously as he goes through your phone intensely.

You don't care if he is your close one, no one could go through your phone without your permission

Alas, he has faster reflexes, so naturally he was able to make you sit on the couch again.

He is horrified by your shopping history. 'Nendoroid Action Figure under 2$', 'Shirts under 3$'

Damn bro you are broke.

But he was audibly gasping when he went through your group chats.

Wait till he sees your search history and Pinterest recommendations

Akutagawa:

You took a picture of Akutagawa

Bad move. The flash was on

He snatches the phone from rashomon, enough that it doesn't break your phone

As he proceeds to see the photo from the gallery, he accidentally clicks the back button

To see you dedicating a folder named “Aku” with pictures of him.

it held every picture of him. (Stalker much?)

I am pretty sure you get paid by Higuchi

Lets be honest, he wouldn't try to go through your phone, considering he never tried to snoop but

He saw a message from that weretiger

You both are dead and so is your phone.

If only he saw the chat to see them trading photos of Akutagawa for money. (Figure who is who on your own ;D )

Dazai is dominating everywhere.

[starysky1289]

Rookie!Vanessa X Guitarist!Reader. Noise complaint

Note: this is kinda experimental, also I don’t play the guitar so I did my best please don’t kill Me 😭😭

The strings of the guitar hummed as you tried to tune it. It was new, just bought yesterday, and it was getting to be a pain in your ass already.

“ Y/N come on, we can’t play our shit without you “

“ I’m trying Mathew, it’s not getting in the right key. Just start without me, I’ll get this fixed soon “

Mathew, the ‘ leader ‘ of your little ragtag band, groaned, clearing his throat as he signaled to start one of the songs. And as soon as he did, the drums started, followed by the acoustic, and the keyboard. You were stuck with your stupid new yellow bass guitar.

They had finished by the time you finally got I in the right tune, and it practically roar with sound.

“ hell yeah, alright guys, let’s run- “

Mathew started, before the whine of a police siren stopped him. You all let out a groan, looking down the driveway. It was the same older officer that would always show up at your practices, but this time he was followed by another, A taller blonde, a girl at that.

“ Mathew, You know why I’m here. “

“ Derek come on man. Tell Janett to get over it, we’ve gotta practice and Y/Ns the only one of us who has a garage. “

Derek, the officer, let out a heavy sigh, his hand on his waist as he went onto explain why he just can’t do that, and why we couldn’t be doing it after dark. Your eyes only focused on the new girl, whom was focusing intently on Derek and how he was handling the situation. You played a small note to catch her attention, it worked, and her blue eyes looked up at you. You chuckled, setting your guitar in the stand and trotting up to her.

“ hey,I’m Y/N. I’ve never seen you around here officer. “

“ I-it’s my first day patrolling with Officer Derek, I’m Vanessa. “

You smirked, cocking your hip out and adjusting your bracelets.

“ well officer, if you ever need to practice putting someone in cuffs, you just give me a call~ “

You teased, putting your wrists out in front of her. She blushed, glancing away and letting out an awkward laugh. Derek gave you a glance from the side of his thick glasses.

“ don’t flirt with my Rookie Y/N. Yall have till 7:30 to be packed and gone. Have a good night yall. “

Derek muttered, and headed back to the patrol car. You quickly dug in your pocket, pulling out one of your crumpled flyers.

“ Hey, Officer Vanessa. Here. “

You caught up to her, handing her the flyer. It was just a black paper with your bands logo and some information.

“ me and the guys are gonna be playing at a club later this week, if your off you should stop by.. sure you’d like it. “

“ thank you. I’ll keep it in mind “

Vanessa nodded, and got into the squad car, you watched her drive off and chuckled, walking back up to the band.

“ you tryna sleep with a cop now Y/N? “

“ shut it Mathew. I’m just being nice. Now, one more song for Janett? “

*~*

You combed through your hair, throwing it up into a tight ponytail. You had your guitar on standby, this was the biggest show you all had yet, you wore a cropped band shirt, your band specifically, a short black studded jacket, and a pair of tight ripped jeans.

“ we ready? “

Mathew asked, he was dressed much more punkly than any of you, but he was much more into than you all. You all gave a curt nod, and stood in your positions.

The curtain opened, and you were greeted by a roaring crowd. You nervously gripped your guitar, glancing through the crowd to see if Vanessa had shown up. Mathew started announcing the first song, and you quickly got yourself ready, before the bright blue eyes of Vanessa caught yours. She smiled softly, and you did aswell. You felt your whole body calm down, and the music practically played itself.

*~*

“ that was amazing, very proud of you all. Y/N, that bass is a beast, definitely worth it. Alright, meet up at the garage Sunday. Till then, my fallen angels “

“ call us that again and we’ll make sure your a risen angel idiot. “

You call at Mathew as he leaves, and you finish packing up your guitar, heading off the stage.

“ hey, Y/N. That was a wonderful show, I’m happy I came “

Vanessa stopped you, smiling again. You couldn’t help but chuckle, smiling back at her.

“ thank you, I’m surprised you made it. “

“ i was free, wanted something to do. “

You both walked towards the door, chatting about the atmosphere and how much of a dive this bar was.

“ I best get walking. Thank you again, I’m sure I’ll see more of you. “

“ your walking home? That’s a while away, let me drive you home, please, I insist.

“ I can’t make you do that. “

Vanessa took your hand, smiling even more softly and even more gentle than before.

“ please. You’re not making me, I want to. “

You flush, and nodded, letting her walk you out to her car. You sat passenger side, with your guitar case between your legs. She drove off, you admired the way she steered the wheel, you thought it was odd, but just the way her hands controlled the care made you feel something. The way she’d hook her fingers around it, or drive with one had ontop of the wheel, it made you feel fuzzy.

“ You got a girl at home waiting for ya? “

“ n-no. Just myself in that little old house. But it’s nice, I’m thinking of getting a cat. “

“ well..if you ever need someone to keep ya company. “

Vanessa handed you over one of her business cards. You chuckled again, putting it in your pocket.

You two eventually arrived at your house, you stepped out and nodded, walking up to your front door. You looked back at her for a moment, before walking back down.

“ you wanna..j-join me for dinner? I’ve got chicken in the crock pot…”

“ aww..I’d love to but I’ve got work to be done at my place. Give me a text later on though..I’ll make it up to ya~ “

You nodded, feeling a bit disappointed but understood. You said your thank you’s once again, and heading inside, gently closing the door.

After a few hours, you did decide to text her. She was a very open texter, not dry like your band mates were. Your stomached fluttered, finally working up the courage to ask what she meant earlier.

“ Hey, I don’t wanna be a pain. But, what did you mean earlier? When you said you’d made up for not joining me for dinner? “

“ Oh, I almost forgot! Give me one minute darling~ “

It was the first time she called you any sorta name beside your real name. Your heart raced as you waited for her response, your heart was so fast, in fact, that it practically stopped when she had sent you a few nudes. The way her skin looked so smooth, the way her tits were a perfect size. The last thing she texted you for the night was “ Enjoy <3 “.

And you couldn’t help but remember her driving the car, how she controlled that wheel as you slowly made your hand down your pants.

[gingernut1314]

Call Me Good Boy Ch. 4

Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader

Summary: In which Toji gets attacked by a rainstorm of fruit snacks.

Warnings: pre-star plasma vessel, canon typical violence, reader is the cousin of Mamaugro, reader is Tsumiki's mom, Tsumiki and Magumi are cousins, gendered terms, grief/mourning, misuse of alcohol

Word Count: 1.5K

Tag list: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly @needsleep3000 @onebatch--twobatch

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You had only been woken one more time that night and you had found Megumi had just wanted some cuddles before falling back asleep. Poor Tsumiki had been woken fully up that time. She played it strong, even coming to snuggle up to your side and pet Megumi’s leg to help. 

When morning came, you changed Tsumiki back into the clothes she wore yesterday and you pulled your shirt back on before you changed Megumi’s diaper and clothes as well. You three trudged downstairs, the mess and Toji’s snoring on the couch greeting you. 

Tsumiki jumped at the sound, clinging to your leg as you navigated through the kitchen and made Megumi’s bottle. Megumi seemed to notice the noise too, his hardly-there eyebrows furrowing and green eyes snapping around as if to find the source. 

His chubby little face looking so grumpy made you chuckle and you nuzzled your nose against him before continuing on with your task. The affection only made his grumpiness deepen.

“Mama?” Tsumiki said with a small tug to your sweatpants. “Egg?” She questioned, blinking up at you. You blinked right back down at her. 

Breakfast. Right. You glanced towards the fridge and grimaced. 

Not yet. You didn’t want to look within it yet. 

“We’ll get breakfast after Megumi eats, okay?” Tsumiki gave a whine, tugging at your pants again. 

Tsumiki very very rarely got fussy, but breakfast was very important to her. Always had been. And when breakfast was delayed, it awoke some great, slumbering hellspawn that lived within her chest.

“Mama. Egg. Mama egg! ” She repeated over and over again, getting more and more upset as she did. 

“Tsumiki. No, thank you. How do we ask?” You tried but she was already too far gone. Her face had turned beat red and tears were streaming down her rounded cheeks. She stomped her little, sock-covered foot and yanked and yanked at your pants. 

“ Fucking --make her shut up.” Toji’s rasping voice rumbled from where he lay, startling both you and Tsumiki, who hiccuped and latched herself to your leg. 

“ Excuse me .” You hissed. “Is that a hangover I hear?” Toji gruffed some more, not bothering to look your way as he shifted. The couch gave serval, squeaking moans under his weight before he fell still. You waited for a second, waiting for the gray couch as if Toji might jump up and attack before going back to feeding Megumi. 

You juggled feeding Megumi and going through the cabinets to try and find something to hold Tsumiki over till you got her some real breakfast. To your disappointment, you only found a box of fruit snacks in the shape of cartoon characters Tsumiki had watched a handful of times. 

With a sigh, you grabbed out a pack, ripped it open with your teeth, and handed it to Tsumiki who was more than happy to be allowed sugar this early. You grabbed another pack for yourself and popped them into your mouth as you watched Tsumiki hum happily and do the same. 

Once Megumi was finished, you grabbed the fruit snacks and went to stand before Toji just as you had done last night. Tsumiki stayed away, picking at a loose string on the armchair next to you. 

Holding Megumi tightly to your chest, you grabbed a pack of tasty snacks and threw them at his father. The pack hit his chest with a dull thump before sliding off him to rest beside him.

Toji didn’t stir. He kept eerily still, like maybe he hadn’t felt your attack. 

You had just begun rummaging around for another pack when his eyes opened, looking like some wolf stalking a deer who had been foolish enough to wonder into its den. “What the hell do you think--” You threw another pack, it hitting his chest once more with an even more forceful thump. Toji growled, making Tsumiki whimper from where she stood. “Lady--I’m going to--”

You threw another pack, it hitting him in the forehead this time. 

“You’re going to? Do what? Currently, I am the only thing keeping your son alive.” Toji’s hardened gaze turned near murderous, something like a snarl pulling to his scarred lips. 

“I was doing just fine before you.”

“If you call living in a landfill “doing just fine”.” You said, grabbing for another pack. Toji’s eyes tracked your movements, warning as clear as day writing all over his face. 

“Lady, I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” He said in a way that made you not want to find out what he meant. That made you want to stop your assault, stop trying to take care of him, and take Megumi and Tsumiki out of here. 

You threw another pack, it heading straight for his mouth despite your better judgment. 

You had made a promise and you were not going to be deterred from it. 

Toji caught the snacks with a speed and accuracy that should have scared you. That did scare you.

“It’s breakfast.” You said, placing the now empty box on the coffee table. You spotted the glass of water and noodles you had placed out all gone. 

He could listen. 

You looked back to him to find that look he had given you last night shining in his eyes. It made that damn shiver run down your spine again too. 

You stood rod straight, readjusting Megumi as you did. 

“We are going to the store. You should take a shower.” You said, turning to head for the door. 

You noticed Tsumiki was still standing fearfully still beside the armchair. Her soft hazel eyes were staring wide at something just behind you. Something that made her breath came out in tiny little spurts that had your heart racing with adrenaline. 

“You want to run that by me one more time?” Toji’s smoothly deep voice sounded right in your ear. 

You’re body wanted to snap around. Wanted to make sure you could keep your eyes on him at all times . But you knew you couldn’t let him see he was frightening you. Knew you would lose any sort of respect he might hold for you if he saw it. 

“You’re right. It sounded like I was asking you, huh.” You said, turning to face him. He stood towering over you, that predator-like aura oozing off of him in waves. It was all too hard to keep his gaze. Especially when he was looking at you like that--like he wanted to rip into you. Like he would enjoy tearing your heart out. “You will take a shower because you smell like shit .” 

You were lying. The smell was truly coming from the kitchen but he didn’t need to know that. 

He actually didn’t smell all that bad. He smelled musky--almost like smoke. It was a smell some primal part of you wanted to grab hold of and take in even deeper till it rubbed off on you. 

You blinked slowly, trying your best to clear your thoughts of such things before he was able to read what you were thinking. 

“I don’t get ordered around, sweetheart. I only did what you asked last night cause it was a free meal.” You nodded, making a show of thinking over his words.

“I had a stray dog do the same thing for me once. Should I treat you like that? Like a dog?” Toji--looked amused. That darkness stayed still shimmering in the background but amusement shone in his eyes. His scarred lips pulled into a wolfish grin that only made your stomach twist. 

“What? You gonna give me belly rubs too? Call me a good boy?” 

“If it makes you behave.” You said quickly. Too quickly for things you differently would never dream of doing. Toji gave a sharp laugh that made you and Tsumiki jump. 

“You’re an idiotic little thing, huh?” He mused, eyes scanning you over all too slowly. So slowly it made you want to squirm and curl in on yourself. You blinked up at him, scrambling to reclaim your nerves.

“We are going to the store to get cleaning supplies and food. When I get back I’m going to clean up this pigsty and make a nice lunch. You can have some if and only if you take a shower.” You firmly stated, making his wicked grin ease slightly. Like whatever you said meant nothing to him. Like he really, truly thought of you as an idiot. “You don’t need to take it right now. Eat the fruit snacks. Go for a walk. I don’t give a fuck as long as you shower before lunch. Otherwise, you get nothing.” 

“This doggy will do it if you get me some beer.” He said, never once taking his eyes off you. Eyes that not only stayed glued to yours but pulled closer. Close enough his scent was sticking in your nostrils and making you almost lean closer to get a better whif. 

“No.” You said simply, ending the conversation as you headed for the door. You called for Tsumiki who sprinted to your side, nearly tackling you as she clung tightly to your leg. 

Once the door was shut and the three of you were far down the street, your eyes began to burn with the fearful tears you had been holding back.

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Rose Colored Boy

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Part two of ‘Harder Than It Looks’! Once again I’m going to reiterate that I am not a medical professional or psychiatrist. If you need help with addiction please reach out.

TW: Alcoholism, killing, being pressured, toxic friendships.Talks about Valentino.

The night had passed in a whirlwind of nausea causing you to wake up every two hours to vomit up even more of whatever was left in your stomach as your loving and caring boyfriend, Angel Dust, rubbed your back and wiped the bile, saliva and tears from your face with a nice warm cloth. You didn’t get much sleep that night, opting to stay awake to take care of yourself to allow your boyfriend to get some sort of rest. He didn’t go back to sleep either. Opting to hold your trembling body close to his as you tried to ignore the betrayal from your life long friends…you don’t think they were your friends anymore.

The morning was much the same as it was any other day but this time, you were scared to look at Charlie and Vaggie in the face. They would surely berate you. Tell you that you didn’t deserve to be redeemed, of course you didn’t. You were so stupid to ever think someone so broken and jaded like you could be redeemed. But the yelling and berating never came to fruition, only soft hugs and whispers that it would be okay entered your ears. “Redemption is a hard road to go down..everyone trips once in a while. None of what happened is your fault, okay? Vaggie and I are so proud of you.” Charlie whispered out her voice cracking as she no doubtably was trying to carry your burden on her shoulders as another sob wracked through your already trembling body, hiding your face into her shoulder as your arms wrapped around her. She reminded you so much of your older sister, arms always open to help in any way she could. 

Now, here you were sitting at the bar as you stared at the glass of water in front of you. Every thought of yours screaming at you to jump over the counter and drink till you pass out again. You wanted to feel the buzz of the poison you came to know and hate. The liquid that numbs your taste buds and senses, makes you feel like the world couldn’t stop you. A gloved hand grasping yours knocked you out of your thoughts causing you to look up towards Angel, he truly was your angel and you were his. All those nights you promised to beat the fuck out of Valentino fresh in your mind. You stared at him before a smile graced your lips, “Drink some water, Suga’. It’s gonna help you okay?” His voice was soft as he mirrored your smile. 

You nodded and turned your focus back to the glass of water, using your free hand to hold the cup. Slowly bring it up to your lips, you sipped on it. You ignored how you spilled some on your shirt as you started to unceremoniously chug the water down. A clawed hand reached over to stop you from choking on it as another wiped down the counter with a rough grumble, “Don’t choke on it, Kid.” Husk’s voice rang out as another violent tremble ripped through your body as you almost slammed the cup down but once again Husk had stopped your erratic movements. “..I hate this..” You grumbled out as Angel leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. “I know, Baby.” He replied glaring at your phone that started buzzing with text after text from your so called ‘friends’.

“Can I see your phone, Babe?” Angel asked, causing you to lift your head up from the bar. When did you put your head down? You shake your head to get your thoughts together and nodded, handing it over to him, “Oh..’Course..” You mumbled out laying your head back down, “For food?” your question surprised Angel before he smiled and used one of his hands to rub your back. “If you want some food, Suga’.” He frowned as he glanced back at your phone. Encouragements of more drinking and half assed apologies from your ‘friends’ kept spilling out but one of the messages stood out to him.

‘Nyx: Stop being a fucking bitch. You always liked drinking with us. Are we too good for you now or are you actually trying that new fucking redemption hotel?’ 

Angel’s blood boiled at that, seeing the picture of a tall lanky demon with a smirk. One that reminded him too much of Valentino’s smirk when he knew he had won whatever mind games that he was using. “..can we get take out?” you asked softly, causing him to jump back into reality. “Of course, Handsome. Anything specific?” He asked, watching as sweat rolled down the side of your face. It took a few seconds for the question to register for you but when it did you gave him a shake of your head, “Get..get Husk something too, Angie..” You slurred out causing the bartender to chuckle, “Nah I’m fine, Kid. Don’t worry about me.” He sent a glance towards Angel, who nodded and turned his own attention to his own phone, placing yours on the bar. 

He texted the only other person he truly trusted and the one who had to make sure you were good enough for his heart, Cherri. It was a quick back and forth as he used your phone to order the takeout as well to calm your mind. Filling in the missing pieces to Cherri, he kissed your cheek as you tried to stay awake for him. “I’m gonna go get the food, Handsome. Do you want me to pick up any medicine for you?” His voice soft as if not to shake you awake from your groggy state, brushing back some of your hair as another tremble forced itself through your body.

“No..don’t think so…” you whispered out your eyes feeling heavy as you tried to stay awake for Angel. Nodding, Angel placed another gentle kiss against your cheek, “Okay, get some sleep Handsome.” You nodded and let out a loud yawn finally allowing yourself to fall asleep against the cold surface of the bar. Angel sent one last look to Husk who waved his hand, “Go, I’ll watch him.” He said gruffly but Angel could see how angered Husk seemed, how his pupils constricted with his anger. Husk was another person in this hotel who had helped you with your alcoholism, nobody questioned it but everyone knew Husk cared for you more than he liked to admit, Angel is guessing that he sees himself in you.

With one final nod and placing a stray blanket over your shoulders Angel left the hotel. Meeting up with Cherri was quick but his anger was quicker to flare up. He was going to teach those ‘friends’ of yours to not fuck with you ever again. So with a baseball bat in one hand and his tommy gun in the other they both entered the bar where your ‘friends’ met up to teach them a valuable lesson. But of course he was going to make it quick, though he wished he didn’t. But his sweet Prince needed him and he was looking forward to cuddles and kisses from you.

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Halloween (w.m)

Just to update the book message me if you have a request 😊

WandaxG!P Reader 

i know the picture isnt halloween or wanda but this is how she looks ok lmao just go with it.

Y/ns POV:

"Nat help me please I don't know what to dress up as I can't even match with wanda because she won't tell me her costume" I pout as I slump back on the chair of the store we're in as she laughs at me "y/n calm down we have plenty of time we'll find you something to wear" I sit up looking at Natasha "dude what about scarface just a simple black suit open shirt and cute hat to tie it off" she looks at me like she's thinking the idea over "hmm yeah that could work" she smirks as we look for the perfect suit after an hour we're finally done "I HATE shopping" I say with an over  exaggerated tone acting over dramatic "you're such a child y/n" she laughs as she pushes me making me laugh "let's go get coffee" I pout god Inever knew I needed an iced coffee till now "yessssssss I'm in let's go hoee" she says with excitement to her tone we head to starbucks both of us chatting about what we think tonight's party will turn into Tony will go over the top like always. 

Wandas POV:

I lay back on my bed letting out a groan as I run my hands over my face "wanda it's OK it's not THAT short just don't bend over" Maria says with a deep laugh "I know I wanted a slutty bunny but don't you think this is to much if I bend over even a little everyone will get a show my tits are practically spilling out I just don't know if I should go for something a little more safe" I sigh as Maria sits beside me "wanda it's fine you look sexy as fuck just imagine y/ns face as you walk into the party" I bite my lip as the thought of my girlfriend laying eyes on me enters my mind mmmh fuck she'll loose her shit I wonder how long I can tease her before she rips what little material there is off my body and fucks me senseless "eww wanda your thinking about her seeing you in that a little to hard" she says with a laugh snapping me out of my thoughts making me laugh "thanks for helping me Maria I'd have gave up like 2 hours ago" I say as she gives me a smile "don't mention it wands always here to help, so what do you think y/n will come as tonight" I look at her and sit on the edge of the bed "I honestly don't know she didn't give me any ideas we said we'd keep eachothers as a surprise but I know she'll look amazing' I smile as I think of y/n.

Y/ns POV:

That coffee was amazing just what I needed I'm currently waiting outside starbucks as Nat pays for some cakes to take back to the compound "want me to carry them" I say as Nat walks towards me with cakes in hand she laughs and shakes her head "no y/n it's OK but thank you" I nod and we walk back to the car the drive back to the compound is fast and full of laughter I quickly jump up and get the cakes from the trunk as Nat tries to get them first "ha I got them" I say with a proud smile as we walk inside to an empty looking compound I walk to the kitchen putting the cakes down and head upstairs "hello is anyone even home" I yell after a minute wanda runs from our room straight into my arms "babyyy I missed you did you find a costume" I spin her a little as I squeeze her "I did I did honey I can't wait to see your costume tonight though" I say with a smile as I place her down and kiss her lips it started as a sweet innocent kiss but soon turned passionate and lustful I pin her to the wall as I make my way to her neck kisses and sucking as she moans pulling me closer to her "mhh baby make me feel good" she whispers I smirk and grip her hips as I suck her sweet spot making sure I leave my mark "right here baby in the hallway" I moan against her neck as my hand sides up her top instantly finding her perky tits with no bra covering them I play with her nipples as she bites her lip and nods "words slut" I smirk as she moans when she gets sloppy like this wanting to fuck in risky places she loves when I'm rough and speak to her like that and honestly it's such a turn on when she's acting like a desperate slut "fuckkkk baby please just fuck me right here right now before anyone comes up here" I bite my lip and moan as I push her back against the wall dropping to my knees pulling her shorts down I look up a ther with an eyebrow raised "no panties maximoff " I smirk as I advert my eyes back to her dripping core I rub my thumb over her clit biting my lip as she moans at the touch I lean in placing gentle kisses over her clit her moans are music to my ears and enough to make my not so little friend downstairs wake up I quickly stand up and turn her pressing her face against the wall "mhhh baby so sexy when your acting like a desperate slut for me" she moans as I unzip my pants pushing them down as my dick springs out to action "I need you baby stop teasing and fuck me" she groans, I smirk and slap her ass as I grab her hips and fix her to where I want her I spread her legs looking down moaning at my perfect girlfriend I grab my cock and step closer as I run my tip through her dripping folds causing both of us to moan at the contact "so fucking wet honey" I gently begin to push my dick inside her tight cunt as a string of moans leave her mouth "uh shit yessso..big...fuckkk y/n" she moans a little to loud but I don't even care who hears at this point I grab her hips and slam deep inside her tight cunt as she screams in pleasure and I moan as I lean my head back giving her a chance to adjust to my size

"fuck babygirl I love the way your pussy grips my dick" I groan I start to thrust slowly enjoying the sounds my girlfriend is making "fa...faster" she whimpers out I smirk and slap her ass as I pull almost all the way out and slam deep inside her cunt causing her to scream"so good" she says as her eyes roll her legs start to shake letting me know I'm hitting the right places I pick up my pace thrusting deeper and faster fuck I wish I could see her tits bounce as I fuck her, I lean in and gently bite her shoulder as I quicken my thrust the sound of her wet cunt and our skin slapping is all that can be heard if anyone comes near they'll definitely hear, I smirk the thought of getting caught turning me on more I continue my brutal pounding as she turns into a drooling mess legs shaking I feel my orgasm approach as she let's out a scream her walls gripping my cock "I'm I'm fuckkkk I'm cumming" she breaths out as I continue to thrust faster after a few more thrusts I slam deep inside her shooting my load deep in her tight little cunt I lean my head forward against her back as we both try and regain our composure "so fucking good princess' I moan against her back as she only nods in agreement "you want me to carry you to our bedroom princess" I giggle leaving kisses along her shoulder "mhhh yes please" she whispers in a sweet sleepy voice I slide out of my girlfriend earning a moan from both of us I fix my pants as I lean down and fix wandas shorts pulling them up I pick her up and walk along to our bedroom as she cuddles into me "I love you y/n" she whispers in a sleepy voice I smile and rub her back "I love you too princess, come on let's get a nap before we need to get ready for the party we have a few hours and when we get up ill run you a nice bath" she just mumbles a mhh mhhh making me giggle I open our door and head inside closing at as I place wanda down she instantly crawls under the covers and looks at me with sleepy eyes "baby come cuddle" my heart glows at the sight and I climb into bed cuddling up with wanda I quickly set an alarm for 2 hours from now that takes us to 4pm plenty of time to get ready I look down at wanda who looks so content cuddled up to me and smile "you own my heart princess" I lean down placing a gentle kiss on her head before falling asleep with a smile. 

AN: Just a little update for yall this will have a part 2 which I will do later☺️hope everyone's having a great day/night remember all feedback is welcome good or bad and requests as always are very much open 😀 word count just over 1.6k 

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Memories

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Watts Rating - Adorable + Sad AF! Word Count - 2796

I was sitting in the dimly lit apartment, surrounded by a cluttered table. To my left, there was a sizeable pile of mail, and to my right, the calendar lay open, waiting to be filled with important dates. I carefully examined each letter, checked for tournament invitations, and meticulously noted down the corresponding dates in the calendar. Despite the chill in the air, I pulled my shirt a little closer to shield myself from the cold.

As I glanced at the calendar, my attention was drawn to the date for the Oxford championship. I reached for a pen to mark it, only to find that it was already solemnly marked off in red, with her name inscribed beside it.

'Damn it, it's my weekend with Bella.'

I'm sure I can move her to the next weekend, she's a big girl she'll understand I'm busy. Even if I had already moved her weekend three or four times before this, I sighed but moved her weekend even if I felt a little bad about it.

I was diligently working on my tasks when I heard my phone ringing from across the room. Letting out a tired sigh, I pushed my chair back and made my way across the apartment to where the black rotary phone rested. As I picked it up and held it to my ear, I wondered who could be calling at this hour.

"Hello?"

"Mr Watts?" The voice asked,

"Yes, speaking." I nodded,

"Hello sir, this is Eastfield Hospital," he explained, "It's a call regarding your ex-wife Y/n and daughter Bella."

"Y/n! Bella! Is Bella okay!" I asked in a panic,

"The two got into a car accident, you're still on the paperwork could you come down?"

"Yeah, no problem I'll be right there," I said before I hung up,

I hastily changed into a more presentable outfit, ensuring that I had my keys, and then proceeded to make my way across town to Eastfield Hospital.

As I entered the hospital, I tried to maintain a composed demeanour despite my sense of urgency.

"Benny Watts, My ex-wife and my daughter are here?"

"Yes right this way sir," the nurse said starting to lead the way,

"What happened?"

"Drunk driver came rocketing up the wrong side of the road, police are dealing with it."

"How are the girls?"

"Bella sustained some whiplash and a few glass cuts, Y/n is uhh..."

"Is?"

"She's been left comatose, we're working on things."

I nodded, trying to stifle my rising panic, as she opened the door to a dimly lit room. There, Y/n lay in the hospital bed, connected to an array of beeping machines, her eyes closed as if lost in a serene slumber. Bella sat by her side in her black dress and ripped tights her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun, tightly wrapped in bandages, a stoic expression on her face.

"Come here sweetheart," I cooed immediately wrapping my arms around Bella and kissing her forehead checking her over as I did, but she didn't hug me back, "You okay?"

"I'm fine Dad," She said dismissively pushing me away,

"Well excuse me for being worried about my daughter," I chuckled giving her another kiss but she once again pushed me off, "What happened?"

"Mom was driving me home from dance class, some guy just came up in front of us and rammed us,"

"Why were you at dance classes so late?"

"Rehearsals for the showcase,"

"Ohh... right yeah. Okay, well I'll look after you till your mother is okay."

"Sure Dad," she brushed me off sitting back beside Y/n,

"How is your mother?" I asked sitting down with her too,

"Bad, I hope she wakes up soon..."

"I do too sweetheart," I nodded trying to comfort her but still she moved away, I sighed and took Y/n's hand hoping to give her some comfort.

Y/n was in the hospital for three days, I stayed every day making sure she was okay and checking in on Bella. I always offered to take her home but she always denied it and just wanted to stay with her mom, which I understand.

"Go get some food, Bella," I told her as she sat by Y/n's side,

"I'm fine Dad,"

"Bella. Go on," I told her, "You haven't eaten all day go on. I'll look after your mom," I told her offering her a few dollars to get herself some food,

She rolled her eyes and took the money heading out to grab some food,

I sighed and sat down on the bed taking Y/n's hand, the silence felt so thick between us I tried to look at Y/n but even after all these years it was still far too fresh and painful... of course, I care for her well-being, and I care she's hurt, it's impossible not to care for someone you love so deeply, but it hurts me to be here with her. Knowing that love is... gone. "Please wake up Y/n, Bella needs you," I told her in a gentle whisper, "And... I need you." I whispered pressing a gentle kiss to her head and her sweet Y/H/C hair,

But as I pulled back, I saw her blue eyes flutter open.

"N-Y/n?" I asked as she slowly moved rubbing her eyes, "You okay?"

"Umm... I think so Benny," She yawned before she looked around, "Why am I in a hospital?"

"You don't remember?"

"No," she shook her head,

"you were driving Bella home from dance class," I remind her,

"Oh?"

"And the car got into an accident?"

"It did... Ohh my,"

"You really don't remember?"

She shook her head,

"... Y/n, are you sure you're okay?"

"I feel fine Benny," she nodded squeezing my hand,

I looked down at our connected hands and I spoke again, "Y/n... you're not surprised to see me here?"

"Why would I be?"

"You're not surprised I'm here?"

"No, you're my husband,"

At that moment, a chill ran through my body, causing my blood to feel as though it had turned to ice. My eyes widened in shock and fear, and I struggled to catch my breath, each inhalation feeling sharp and uneven. "You... you're husband?"

"Yes? Are you sure you're okay Benny?" She chuckled, "Ohh hello miss," she said as Bella returned,

"Mom!" Bella bolts over to hug her,

"Ohh... mom? what are you talking about miss?"

"Mom? it's me what are you talking about?"

"Bella?"

"Yeah! Mom! it's me!"

"Ohh my... you... you're so big,"

"What did you do?" Bella turned to me,

"Me! why do you think I did something!" I complained,

"You always do!" Bella yelled,

"What are you two fighting about?" Y/n asked,

"Nothing Mom," Bella sighed, "Get a nurse,"

I sighed and nodded,

We discovered that Y/n was suffering from severe amnesia. She believed that Bella was still a young girl, I was her husband, and our relationship was the same as it was before we got divorced. Despite our best efforts to help her remember, she continued to believe that we were happily married. The doctors advised us to take things slowly. I decided to move back home for a while to provide care for both of them. It was bittersweet to be back home with the girls, staying in the guest room to make sure I gave Y/n her privacy. Although I cherished the time spent with them, it was heartbreaking to see the way Y/n looked at me with such love and sweetness. It almost made me wish that it was real.

"Goodnight Bella," Y/n smiled as she gave Bella and hug and a kiss goodnight,

"Night Mom," Bella smiled, "Night Dad," She sighed,

"Night Bella, sleep well little girl," I smiled trying to offer her a hug but she shut her bedroom door, "Okay... well goodnight Y/n," I smiled,

"Oh? aren't you coming to bed?" She asked,

"Ohh! I uhhh... I'm gonna just stay in the guest room. for now. just uhh just while you're getting better I want you to have that whole bed while you're recovering,"

"Awww thank you, Benny,"

"No trouble I want you to be comfy,"

"Alright, goodnight," she smiled giving my cheek a little kiss,

"Goodnight Y/n," I smiled kissing her cheek too before she headed into her room giving me a little wave as she went,

I sat at the table playing some chess as usual, as Y/n worked on trimming some flowers I got her from the store, just to make her feel a little better so she was trimming and arranging them in a vase beside me. A happy little smile across her lips as she works every so often blowing me little kisses like she always used to, I blushed and couldn't help blowing them back. When the door opens to Bella back from school.

"Hello darling," Y/n cooed, she had gotten her head around Bella mostly cause her being a teen was sort of unavoidable,

"Hey Mom," Bella smiled coming to kiss her mother,

"Hey Bella," I smiled,

"Hey Dad," she snapped grabbing a drink from the fridge,

"Bella, no kiss for daddy?" Y/n asked,

"No," Bella snapped,

"Ohh you too debating again?" she chuckled,

"Yeah, Dad a word," Bella demanded,

I sighed and left my chess stuff getting up and following her into the conservatory shutting the door behind me, "Yes?"

"Cut the crap, Dad!"

"Language!" I snapped,

"When are you going to tell her?!"

"Tell her what?"

"That you're divorced!"

"I will do!"

"When?"

"Soon,"

"When!"

"I don't know. I am trying to be easy with her, the doctor said that's best."

"He said to introduce her to things slowly, not just lie to her!"

"I'm not lying to her!"

"Yes, you are! You're acting like you're still married!"

"I am taking care of her, trying to help her,"

"Yes help her to remember! not live in this fantasy you're still married,"

"Well, maybe I wanna live in it!"

"What?"

"Maybe I... just want her to be happy, and let her live in it a little longer, and yes! Shoot me! I'm enjoying having this life back, this house, you, your mother."

"But this isn't real. and it's not fair on Mom to be confused that you're still together,"

"What is your problem with me! Ever since the accident you've been so icy with me Bella!"

"My problem! Okay! you want the truth! You're a shit dad!"

"Langauge!"

"Ughhh I don't care!" she yelled, "You are a shit dad and always have been a shit dad!" she yelled, "You have never been here, not for one dance showcase, not for one school play, nothing. You just climbed in your car and that's what was it for six months! You being gone! Just me and Mom we made it fine on our own then so why do you think we need you now!" She yelled, "You abandoned us, you didn't care about us,"

"Of course, I care about you, I have always cared about you. I had to work-"

"Work, work, work that's all you ever cared about! Why? why did you get married? why did you have a kid? when clearly all you cared about was your career."

"Bella... I... We never decided to have a kid. Stuff just... happens."

"So you married mom 'cause you know her up with me?"

"No... No, we were married a good four years before your mother got pregnant," I answered, "I... I... Bella, I married your mother becuase I loved her, becuase... she's the only woman in this world that makes me feel that way," I explained, "I... I put work first too much then, and now. I admit that. And I can't tell you how much I regret it. Every day I sit alone in my old apartment freezing half to death, and that's my punishment even if it's less than I deserve, becuase I was a shit dad. I wasn't there for you, I wasn't a good husband I was never there for her either. But can't you see I am trying to be better, even if that means I let her live in this fantasy that makes her happy, becuase it makes me happy too? That for a brief moment I didn't fuck up so badly I lost the only two things in this world I care about."

"Then why? why after everything after you split up didn't you ever make an effort to see us? see me? try and mend your fuck up,"

"Cause... cause I'm a dick. and I know that's not an excuse but... when I lost you girls I was so broken I threw myself into my work, and I didn't visit, and I got distant and you have every right to be furious with me over that. But I did it becuase I felt like I didn't deserve to see you, or your mother, becuase of how much of a dick I was. I felt like every time I saw you I was reminded how badly I fucked up. I would have given anything in this world to get the life we used to have back..."

"That doesn't mean you can use this... this accident, to get that to happen." she snapped, "You have to tell her the truth stop lying that it's all still the same and that you still love her!"

"I do still love her!" I yelled, "... I - I never stopped loving your mother, or you Bella."

"Then tell her the truth."

"I will... Soon," I answered,

I heard the door open so I ran my hand over my face trying to calm down,

"Everything alright?" Y/n asked as she came out confused as to why we were arguing out there,

"Nothing Y/n, it's nothing," I answered,

"Dad just being dad," Bella snapped before she ran off upstairs to her room,

"Everything okay?" She asked me,

"It's fine, teenager stuff," I nodded,

She smiled and offered her hand so I happily took it and let her lead me back to the table,

I lay in bed reading through my chess book, listening to the soft sounds of the night. When I heard the door open I set my book down, seeing Y/n in her little white nightie with her Y/H/C hair up in a bun.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I can't sleep, and I'm feeling better... Can I sleep with you?"

"Ohh uhh... I uhh..." I blushed a little, "Sure," I nodded,

She smiled and came over crawling into the bed with me, "Hello Benny,"

"Hello Y/n," I chuckled,

"Can I cuddle?"

"Ohh Uhh... I uhh..." I blushed, "Yeah, yeah you can have a cuddle," I nodded gently wrapping my arms around her and she smiled nuzzling up close and rubbing her nose on my chest like she always used to, I felt so happy, so cosy and full of joy having her in my arms again, it was like nothing had changed and I never wanted to let her go, I smiled so widely and kissed her head,

"Benny?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"... I've missed you,"

"yeah, I've missed you too," I nodded, "More than you can imagine," I muttered,

"I've missed you so much, all these years," she said,

"Wh- what?"

"I know Benny,"

"Oh... you know we're-"

"Yeah, I know,"

"How did you figure it out?"

"I found the papers under the bed,"

"Ah... yeah," I sighed, "you're probably mad I didn't tell you,"

"No, I think it was sweet of you,"

"You do?"

"Yeah, very kind of you to deal with my forgetfulness,"

"Well, I wanted to take care of you,"

"I... I sort of liked us being married again,"

"I - I did too,"

"You're welcome to stay Benny,"

"I am?"

"Mhm,"

"Just in the house or in bed with you?"

"Both," she smiled, "and... if you like... maybe stay being married?"

"Yo- you mean it?"

"I do," She nodded, "would you want that?"

"You have no idea how much I want that," I smiled almost crying, "You willing to take me back?"

"I am, you're not the man you were when we divorced. You've only become a better man in that time,"

"All for you my sweet Y/n," I cooed, "I promise I will be the best husband and father I can be this time,"

"I know you will," She smiled, "Do you think... I could get a kiss?"

"Of course, you can kiss, my sweet wife," I cooed pulling her into a soft and gentle kiss,

I smiled sipping my coffee as Y/n came and served me some eggs and bacon for breakfast,

"Umm thank you, my sweet wife," I cooed kissing her,

"You're welcome my cute hubby," She smiled kissing me back before taking her seat,

"Morning," Bella sighed as she came downstairs,

"Morning Bella," I smiled,

"Good Morning Bella," Y/n smiled serving up her breakfast, "You sleep alright?"

"Yeah," she rubbed her eyes sitting down at the table but she saw Y/n and I holding hands, "What's going on?"

"Bella we... have something to talk about," Y/n smiled,

"Important?" she asked,

"Very," I nodded squeezing Y/n's hand,

"Well... You're father and I are going to be giving things another go. He'll be staying here with us and we're going to see how things go but hopefully, we'll get remarried soon," Y/n explained,

"I know we will," I smiled,

"You're getting remarried?" Bella asked, "And he's staying?"

"Yep," I nodded,

"This... isn't gonna be like before right?"

"I promise, I have made my mistakes, I know I was a dick, but I want to be better. For your mother, and you, so we can be a family again." I smiled,

"You mean it?"

"We do," Y/n nodded,

Bella nodded and got up from her seat coming to give us both a tearful hug, I smiled and held both girls tight in my arms never wanting to let them go again.