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[dionadaiiraaa]

❝ Ma blood may nae be all that guid, Astarion, ah drink too much rum. ❞ He grinned, his freckled face lighting up as he bundled his hair up into a messy bun upon the top of his head.

He craned his head to reveal his freckled neck.

❝ But here ya go, ah ken yer hungry ah see it in yer eyes. Drink but dinna kill me, ye hear? Ah've been drinkin' lots of water too ( rum ) so there should be plenty. ❞ He tapped the side of his neck.

❝ Dinna fash yerself, yer bites tickle me. ❞

@scarbound liked for a starter.

[ljaylmaoo]

🎃Kinktober day 3- Wet Dreams🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

UNEDITED

warnings: SMUT, fluff?, overstimulation, whiny hook, riding, oral (m receiving), creampie (please use condoms), etc probs

a/n: hey so funny story, I queued this to post at 11:59 pm but didn’t know it was for tmr/today 😭 so sorry about that, I haven’t read over this completely so again, sorry if it’s shit, anyways ENJOY! I literally cannot look him in the eyes after writing this, so here’s a picture of him staring into your soul hehe

word count: 1.7k

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Ripping you out of your slumber is one of the worst things someone could do to you. You loved sleep, and it didn’t matter when, how, or why, if someone woke you up, you’d quite literally throw a tantrum (some thought worse). You got cranky like a toddler if you haven’t had at least two naps in and every one of your friends knew that. Especially your boyfriend. So knowing that, James was silently panicking as he was torn with the decision if he should wake you up or not when he felt you grinding against him in your sleep while moaning. He knew you weren’t able to sleep a lot today because you didn’t have him around much at all, so now that you were finally able to sleep once you were back in his arms, he really didn’t want to have to wake you up. When he first got woken up it was when you snuggled your backside deeper into him which wasn’t new and he only pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. But not long after he fell back asleep, he woke up again to you letting out a moan while shifting around in your sleep. He thought nothing of it at first. Until he heard his name come out of your mouth in the same whiny tone he’s heard way too many times before. He quickly lifted his head in confusion as he peered down at you who was still fast asleep.

From the tiredness that clouded his mind, it took him a little bit to understand what was going on, but his eyes widened as he heard you once again, “Ah, fuck- please don’t s-stop-” you whispered out while breathing heavily, this time grinding against him while rubbing your thighs together. You were having a dream about..him. He didn’t know what to do, part of him wanted to wake you up, but the other part of him knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, but he knew he couldn’t let you grind on him any longer as it was turning him on also. Feeling himself grow harder at the way you rolled your ass against his crotch, only being in your underwear and one of his shirts that fit like a nightgown on your smaller figure. He slowly pulled away from you, peeling himself off your backside to give you guys more space in between. You instantly shot up out of your sleep with a loud gasp as you felt him pull away from you causing him to jump at the abruptness of your reaction. You quickly glanced around, heart racing as you were trying to become aware of your surroundings and quickly looked at James who was looking at you with the same alertness you had in your eyes.

“Sorry, I tried my best not to wake you, darling.” He explained, voice deeper and huskier than usual as it was mixed with drowsiness while carefully rubbing your shoulder. You blinked a few times before sitting up straighter and rubbed your eyes, “it’s uh, it’s okay.” You replied tiredly, still trying to come back to reality. He looked at you with surprise, raising his eyebrows slightly at your unusually calm response to being woken up. “What’re, what are you doing up?” You questioned causing him to pause. You looked over at him, waiting for an answer, “you woke me up..” He said finally. You tilted your head, “really? How..?” He cleared his throat while shifting uncomfortably, “uhm, you were talking in your sleep.” He said quietly. You thought about it, then remembered your dream, eyes widening in embarrassment. “Oh… what was I saying..?” You asked hesitantly while pushing your hair back away from your face. “Well, let’s just say that it was enough for me to have an idea of what you were dreaming about…” you giggled in embarrassment covering your face, “oh my god, I’m sorry” you apologized in between giggles. “It’s okay” he said nonchalantly as he shrugged, “sounded like a good dream” he teased making your face grow a darker shade of red.

“I guess it was, enough to make you hard when it wasn’t even your dream” You teased back while gesturing to his obvious hard on through the sheets. He rolled his eyes, “How could I not when you were desperately grinding on me like a bitch in heat?” Your eyes widened once again and you looked away, “no I wasn’t.” “Oh but you were.” You cleared your throat, “uh, well, sorry about that.” He only smiled and shrugged once again. “Do you… need help with, that-?” You asked while awkwardly gesturing to it again. Without waiting for a response, you crawled closer to him, “that would be nice…” he smiled while tucking your hair behind your ear before you leaned in for a soft intimate kiss, placing your lips gently on his, “anything for you.” You smiled as you trailed your hand down under the blankets and palmed him through his pyjama pants. He moaned into the kiss, your touch where he needed you most sending shivers down his spine. You pulled away and went lower to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over as your hand found its way into his pants, taking his leaking member out and gently grazed the tip with your thumb rubbing the pre cum over it. “You said you’d help, not tease.” He mumbled, his hand on your lower back as you continued to kiss his neck. "I am helping” you said innocently before squeezing him and slowly began pumping him earning a shaky breath from him.

You kissed down his shirtless torso and took the covers off, exposing his hard cock. The feeling of the cool air causing him to let out a light hiss. You looked up at him as he watched you intently, eyes full of lust and anticipation before you licked a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, and took the tip in your mouth as you pumped the rest of his length with your hand. He pulled the hair away from your face as you slowly took him deeper in your mouth while hollowing out your cheeks making him groan as you did so. You came up with a wet pop of your mouth for air before taking him in your mouth again. “fuck…” he cursed under his breath and threw his head back in ecstasy as you bobbed your head up and down, “taking me so- well” he moaned while making eye contact with you, pushing you down deeper with ease, “that’s it darling, just like that...” he praised as you swirled your tongue around him, making him buck his hips up with a louder moan and pushed you down deeper than before, harshly hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag, tears forming as he held you down by your head making you wetter than before. He loosened his grip and let you come up for air leaving a trail of saliva connected from your chin and his cock.

“Can I ride you?” You asked after wiping your chin with the back of your hand and still jerking him off in the other leaving him a panting mess. He nodded desperately and you immediately pulled your underwear off and straddled him, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips. You kissed him again, this time being more heated and needy. You pulled away and sat up, grabbing his cock and lining him up with you, gathering your juices and sank down onto him. You both let out shaky sighs, his grip on your hip tightening. Your back instinctively arched as you felt him stretch you out. You took almost no time to adjust and began lazily bouncing on him, the filthy noises of your ass connecting with his hips echoed throughout the room as he loosely guided you up and down his length. Your mouth falling open as you felt him twitch inside of you with each thrust and moan you both let out. “God you feel so fucking good.” You arched your back more feeling him hit your g spot and you reached down between your legs, playing with yourself to bring you closer to the edge as you knew he wasn’t going to last long. He gripped onto your hips tighter and began fucking up into you as he chased his high, your moans and whines growing louder as he did so. You felt him finish inside of you with a loud groan, cursing loudly as his cum filled you up as you continued to ride him chasing your own orgasm. His hips bucked and back arched off the bed at the overstimulation, his own moans turning to a whimper while he let out heavy breaths beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly, “oh- fuck” he sobbed out, hair messy from not being able to keep still, his voice hoarse. You picked up your pace, the sight of him falling apart below you finally pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, legs shaking and struggling to keep yourself up, a high pitched moan falling from your mouth as you rode out your high. You heard him let out another loud rougher moan, his eyes rolling back and you felt him twitch and fill you up once more, another orgasm forcing its way out of him causing you to moan out with him feeling more full than ever as you were both now sweaty whimpering messes.

You stilled your movements, putting all your weight on him due to your now weak legs. After you both caught your breaths he helped you lift off of him, cum and juices streaming down your legs. You reached over and grabbed tissue from the bedside table, cleaning him off then yourself. You threw the tissues into the trash beside the bed and you fell down onto the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“I never knew you could be so whiny..”

[lustfulslxt]

could you write one where y/n and the triplets are at the beach and y/n is laying on her stomach tanning. chris is putting sunscreen on her back then starts to get all touchy feely and she feels him slip the bikini to the side and he fingers her secretively (she consents ofc) while the rest of them are in the water and when they get back to the air bnb he pulls her away from the group and is like “i feel like you owe me something hm?” PLSSS

Quid Pro Quo - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : smut.

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Chris’ POV

It was a hot summer day; the sun was shining, the sky was clear. It was a perfect day to go to the beach, so that’s what we were doing. Nick, Matt, Nathan, Y/N, and I were all in our Airbnb, getting ready to head out.

I was sitting against the back of the couch, with Matt, waiting for the rest of them to finish. Personally, I don’t know what takes so long. Throw on your swimsuit and grab a towel.

“Jesus, what’s taking them so long?” Matt speaks, voicing my thoughts.

“I was just thinking that same thing.” I reply.

Just then, Nate comes walking out of the bathroom. His face was buried in his phone, so we knew why he was taking forever. When he looks up, he notices that it’s just me and Matt.

“Where’s everyone else?” He asks.

Before anyone could say anything, Y/N’s door opened and the last two emerged.

“About fucking time!” Matt exclaims with a huff. “There’s no reason we should be waiting on you guys for forty-five minutes. Like that’s absurd!”

“We’re just going to the beach.” I remind them, completely confused as to why it would take so long.

“Literally shut up, we’re ready now.” Nick says, rolling his eyes.

As my two brothers and Nate walked towards the door with their things, I noticed Y/N linger a little bit, so I did as well. She seemed to be off in her own little world, so I walked over and placed my arm on her shoulder.

“You straight?” I ask, watching as she looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“What? Yeah, I’m good.” She says, confusion clear as day in her voice. “Are you?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’m cool. You’re the one that’s staring off into space.”

She slightly shakes her head with a smile on her lips as light laughter falls from her mouth, “My bad. I’m good though, let’s go.”

With that, she walked ahead, following the rest of them out the door. I stood there for a split second, watching her retreat. My eyes found themselves checking her out, admiring everything about her. She looked so good in her little jean shorts that were unbuttoned and folded over. I could see her

neon orange bikini showing beneath her shorts and through her white crop tee. She looked amazing, and I just wanted to get my hands on her.

Shaking my thoughts from my head, I followed in suit, and we all piled into the van. After connecting to aux, I queued a few songs and we were on our way.

-

“We should get something to eat when we leave.” Nate suggests as we all exit the car.

The rest of us agree in a multitude of hums and nods. We gather our bags that held sunscreen, snacks, drinks, towels, and spare clothes. Once we were all ready, we made our way onto the sand, searching for a good spot to chill.

Luckily, the beach was pretty clear of people, only having a few stragglers here and there. We chose a nice secluded area, setting our belongings out.

Y/N grabbed a large sheet from her bag and began sprawling it out. I grabbed a few things to put on the corners, keeping it in place. She sent me a grateful smile which I returned with ease.

“It’s so hot out here!” Nate groans.

“It’s summer, kid. There’s literally a vast ocean in front of your face.” Nick points out.

“Then let’s go!” Nate shouts, yanking off his t-shirt and removing his slides before running out to the water.

It only took a second for me, Matt, and Nick to do the same, following our friend. We all crashed into the water, our joyous laughter mixing together as we splashed around for a moment.

“Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest.” Matt grins, looking between the three of us.

“I’m down. Who’s judging?” Nate asks.

“Not it.” The three of them said in unison, leaving me to roll my eyes.

I shrugged, “Well. Are you gonna go, or what?”

“Okay, kid.” Nick rolls his eyes, “On three. One, two, three.”

They all submerged at the same time, leaving me at the surface. Immediately, my lips turn into a frown, and my eyes look back to shore. Y/N was laying out with our things, by herself. Not caring about their stupid game, I wade back out to the sand.

Once I’m fully emerged from the water, I hear Matt yelling out to me, “Chris! What the heck, you were supposed to judge!”

I just waved a dismissive hand and continued striding over to Y/N, determined to keep her company and spend time with her.

“Hey.” I greet, grabbing my towel and patting myself dry.

She looked up at me, holding her hand out above her eyes to block the sun. She had her eyes scrunched, trying to shield them from the brightness.

She looked so ridiculously good. Her perfect body in her perfect bikini. Her recently pedicured toes and manicured fingers, her beautiful hair flowing down her back, her flawless skin. She looked better than the sun.

“Hi.” She spoke, a smile on her face.

I return the smile, sitting myself next to her. She looked back out at the scene in front of her, taking in the beauty of nature and the sight of her friends making memories and having fun.

Taking in a slight breath, pulling my attention away from her, I reach for my bag to grab some sunscreen. I poured a little in my hands, then spread it over my face, rubbing it in. I repeated the same action to my arms and torso, applying it everywhere I would most likely get sunburnt.

“Here.” I say, handing the bottle to her. “Don’t wanna get burned, do you?”

She grins, accepting the bottle from me. I watched as she copied me, rubbing some onto her face.

She then turns to me and asks, “If I lay down to tan, do you think you could put some on my back?”

My dick practically jumped at that and I was immediately nodding my head and scooting closer to her. I grabbed the bottle as she laid down on her stomach, her head placed on her folded hands.

Once she was settled and I was sat on my knees next to her, I poured some of the sunscreen onto her back. I could see her slightly jump at the cold contact. Setting the bottle aside, I began to softly rub the liquid into her skin.

I couldn’t help the feeling of my dick slightly growing. It was completely unintentional, but I was unable to prevent it. Her skin was so soft and warm, shining perfectly under the bright sun. I could hear her sighing in content, enjoying the feeling.

My hands worked her shoulders and around her neck, firmly massaging them. My fingertips gently dug into her skin, rubbing in circular motions. As I moved lower, I could hear very quiet, almost inaudible, moans coming out of her mouth. The sound travelled straight to my dick, hardening it even more.

Adding more sunscreen to her lower back, I worked it into her skin. My fingers lightly dragged over the sides of her bikini bottoms, moving onto her legs. As I’m massaging her thighs, I hear another moan come from her, louder than before yet still quiet. Her body immediately tensed at the accidental slip.

“It’s okay.” I assure her, completely unbothered by it, in fact the opposite.

After a minute of rubbing her legs, I riskily moved my hands a bit higher, palming right beneath her ass. When I got no objections, I placed my hands on both of her cheeks.

“Is this okay?” I ask, meaning sure she wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest.

“Yes.” She quietly moaned out as I kneaded her ass.

Her soft grunts and moans encouraged me to keep squeezing her cheeks, gripping and rubbing them. My hands wrapped around each cheek perfectly, slightly spreading them, my fingers underneath her bottoms.

Her bikini bottoms were tightly pressed against her pussy from the positions of my hands. I could see her arousal peeking through at this point, and from that and her moans, I was so fucking hard.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” I whisper to her, my voice a bit raspy.

“Please.” She moans.

“Please what?” I question, a grin pulling to my lips.

“Touch me, please.” She begs, pushing her ass into my hands a little more.

I lick my lips, a groan escaping from me, thrilled at the thought of finally having her. I quickly look ahead, making sure our friends weren’t coming. They were still goofing off in the water, completely oblivious to us.

I can’t help but pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I slightly pulled her legs apart, just a little bit. My fingers meet right at her core, putting light pressure on her heat, causing her to whimper. My index finger hooks under the side of her bottoms and tug them to the opposite side, revealing her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I grunt.

Without being too noticeable, I lean over her ass, my face hovering a foot or two above. I pucker my lips, my tongue pushing saliva to the forefront of my mouth, letting it fall. It only took seconds, before it seeped into her folds and mixed with her juices.

I take my fingertips and run them back and forth between her slit, mixing it all up and coating my fingers. She was letting out small moans and I was eating it up, she sounded to heavenly.

I bring my the pad of middle and ring finger down to her clit, rubbing in full circles. I started slow, her moans becoming louder. When I picked up the pace, her moans were more frequent as well. I dragged my middle finger to her entrance, sliding right into her opening.

“Mm, fuck that - that feels so good.” She moans out, grinding into my hand.

I kept pumping my finger for a moment, before adding another, causing a lewd moan to ripple from her throat. Having her like this was turning me on beyond relief. I just wanted to sink my dick into her and have her moaning my name.

Sneaking another eye out to the sea, I made sure the other three were still occupied. Then, I take my other hand and trail it up her legs, squeezing tenderly. My hand roams her body a little bit before slightly reaching under her and rubbing her clit w my fingers.

She was so wet, my fingers were just gliding all over her. Her mouth hung up as her face scrunched up, several moans falling from her lips. I knew she was close. Her legs slightly trembled and her hand clutched at the sheet beneath us as she pushed her core back into me.

I started pumping and rubbing faster, the moans coming from her doing nothing but encouraging me. Her whole body began to shake and I could feel her clenching around my fingers.

“Oh my god.” She loudly moans out, twitching as she lets go and gives in to her orgasm.

My hand was covered in her cum as I continued working her through her climax. I was so unbelievably turned on, I just wanted to bury myself deep inside her. Once she came down from her high, I pulled my hands away from her and brought my fingers into my mouth, tasting her sweetness.

She was panting, trying to regain her breath. She turned her head towards me, a breathy laugh falling from her mouth as I gave her a smug smile.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, smirking at her.

“Did you?” She retorts, nodding her head towards my throbbing dick, begging to be released from its shackles.

I groan at her, pulling my towel to cover my crotch, “Not fair.”

She only laughed, tossing her arms up in defense as she sat up, causing me to laugh with her. Just then, the others came walking up to shore, joining us.

“We’re hungry.” Nate says, “We wanna go get food.”

“I haven’t even swam yet.” Y/N pouts.

“That’s your fault!” Matt exclaims, “You two have been out here, doing who knows what. You could’ve been out there having a blast with us.”

Me and her share a look, heat rushing to her cheeks at the thought of what we just did. I still couldn’t get my boner to go down.

“Pack it up. We’re going.” Nick states, drying off.

So we do. We gather our things and head back to the car, except Nate takes the front seat with Matt, and I sit in the very back with Y/N, Nick being between both pairs.

Throughout the drive, Y/N stayed right next to me, arm to arm. She lifts her hand and placed it on my leg, her head resting on my shoulder. My breath hitched at the movement of her hand, her fingertips pressing into me.

I just knew my dick would betray me any second, proving to her just how much I was feeling her. The way she smelled and how warm she felt against me, I was already at her mercy.

I could feel my dick twitch when her hand slid closer to it, wanting nothing more than for her to touch me. I shifted in my seat, readjusting myself. She placed her hand right on top of my dick that was now hard and throbbing under her touch.

I shoot her a warning look and she just innocently smiles at me, slightly palming me through my swim trunks.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, my voice a whisper.

“Hmm? Nothing.” She responds.

Her voice sounded so sweet and angelic, I wanted nothing more than her to moan out my name as she was wrapped perfectly around my dick, me sunken deep inside her.

My thoughts alone were enough to make me want to explode, but the way her hand palmed and stroked me, I was in shambles. My hips were jerking, wanting to feel more of her. My teeth were gnawing on my bottom lip, trying my hardest to keep my groans inside.

I quickly grabbed her hand and squeezed it, halting her movements because I was so close to nutting in my shorts. I dropped my head onto the headrest behind me and let out a breath. Her giggling next to me caused me to look over at her, and I was glad I did.

She looked so lovely. The smile on her face was wide, her pretty teeth on show. Her eyes were crinkled as she shook with beautiful laughter falling from her mouth. She was everything, and I just wanted to give it all to her.

“You’re insane.” I whisper, interlocking our hands.

“Only for you.” She responded, a cheeky grin on her face.

I wanted more of her touch, but I knew I would have to wait until we got back to the house.

-

We had already gotten our food and ate in the parking lot like we usually do. We were now pulling back up to the house, all eager to finally be back.

We exited the van, all gathering our things and making our way inside. Everyone parted and went to their respective rooms.

I put my things away and changed into some shorts, walking around my room for a little bit. I wanted to go into her room, but I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to. And I didn’t want anybody else to say shit. Sighing, I pulled out my phone to text her.

-come to my room?

-omw

It was that simple, and now, I couldn’t wipe the stupid smirk off my face. I don’t know what got into me, but ever since we left the house earlier, she’s been on my mind the entire time. Even more so after she begged me to touch her.

A few soft knocks sounded on the other side of my door, and it opened, Y/N peeking her head inside. I smiled at her, beckoning her over with a nod.

She looked so good, wearing a small tank top with little shorts. And the fact that I could see her nipples through her shirt was driving me wild.

When she walks over and stops in front of me, I reach behind her and pull her closer to me, my hand resting on her lower back. She stares up at me, an innocent look in her eyes that I just want to wreck.

My other hand trails up the side of her body, stopping at her jaw as I cupped her face. My thumb brushed her bottom lip, feeling her soft skin. She felt so hot under me, I loved it.

“I feel like you owe me something, no?” I say to her, my voice husky.

I watched as her eyes blew out, now nothing but pupils as her irises were completely unnoticeable.

“Lock the door.” She whispered to me.

I eagerly did so, quickly making my way back to her. She put her hands on my bare chest and softly pushed me back until my legs hit the bed.

She effortlessly dropped to her knees, keeping her hands at my waistline. She hooked her fingers in my shorts and tugged them down, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

My boxers were a tent around my erection, my hunger for her evident. She reached up and wrapped her hand around my covered dick, her eyes never wavering from mine. Her hand firmly gripped me, pumping me over the fabric, I couldn’t help but buck my hips towards her.

She licked her lips and pulled down my boxers, discarding them with my shorts. My cock sprang up, practically staring her in the face. I wanted her mouth on me so bad, I was damn near fiending for it.

She wrapped her hand around me once again, this time skin to skin, and I couldn’t help but shudder. The anticipation was building and I so badly just wanted to fuck her throat.

She brought her lips to my head, dragging them along my shaft. I could feel my breath get caught in my throat as I watched her. She wrapped her lips around the tip, flicking her tongue over my slit and collecting my precum.

“Fuck.” I groan, my hands immediately going to her head and grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

Without warning, she took all of me into her saliva coated mouth, her nose hitting my pubic bone. I could feel my tip sliding down her throat, causing me to tighten my grip in her hair as I let out a low groan.

She pulled back and did it once more, her eyes locked onto mine. She began bobbing her head, sucking around me as she went. One of her hands went to play with my balls while the other one jerked what she couldn’t take in her mouth.

I was in pure bliss. She was making me feel better than I’d ever felt before. The way she sucked harder around my sensitive tip, seeing how I reacted to it. The moans were pouring from my lips left and right.

I felt myself getting close to finishing when she pulled away, leaving me whimpering at the loss of contact. She continued jerking me, squeezing and twisting around my tip, and licked my slit with a flattened tongue when more precum emerged.

I almost came at the sight of her, a loud groan coming out of me. I placed my hand under her jaw, pulling her up to her feet. Only giving her a quick glance, my lips were on hers.

I kissed her hard and deep, shoving my tongue into her mouth and exploring the inside of it. She moaned into the kiss, her hands finding my hair and tugging it.

I pulled away, slightly out of breath, and placed my forehead on hers. “Mm, can I fuck you?”

She put her lips on mine, resuming our kiss. I felt her nodding, but I pushed her back a little, looking at her expectantly.

“Please.” She whined, “Please fuck me.”

I turned us around, then quickly removed her top, leaving her torso bare. Her nipples were hard and I couldn’t help but pinch them, causing her to let out a soft moan.

I pushed her back onto the bed and leaned over her, my mouth meeting hers again. Our tongues colliding, teeth clashing. My hands slipped into her bottoms, tugging her shorts and her panties down, and pulling them down her legs and off her feet.

Her pussy was glistening with her arousal, and I just wanted to devour her. I sat on my knees, situating myself in between her legs. I brought my hand forward, teasing her folds with soft feather like touches.

She moaned out, thrusting her hips into my hand to create more friction. I chuckled at her desperation, and hovered back over her.

My hand enveloped her neck, gently squeezing as I planted a kiss onto her lips. My mouth trailed from hers, down her jaw, and onto her neck, leaving wet kisses in my wake.

Enough with prolonging it, I sat back up and lined myself with her entrance. Looking into her eyes, I sink myself into her. She reaches down and intertwines her hands with mine as I bottom out, low moans leaving both of our mouths.

I slowly start to rock in and out of her, loving every sound that she was letting out. Her grip on my hands tightened as I thrusted faster.

“You feel so fucking good around me.” I moaned, hitting even harder.

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as her face contorted in pleasure. I swiftly grabbed her legs, lifting them high and letting them rest on my shoulders, before drilling back into her.

“Oh fuck!” She yelps, a string of moans following. “Yes, right there.”

My thrusts were fast and hard, burying my dick deep within her. The sultry moans she was giving me was driving me crazy, I wanted all of her forever.

I leaned forward to quickly kiss her, missing the feeling of her lips on mine. She was soaking wet and I could feel her juices dripping down my balls as she clenched around me. We were both so close, I could see it in the way she was a moaning and quivering mess beneath me.

“You fill me up so well.” She moans, her hands dragging down my back. “I’m about to cum.”

I continued fucking into her at the same pace, knowing she would be falling over the edge soon. And she did.

Her legs violently shook as she arched her back, loud pornographic moans coming out of her mouth. She was trembling as she let go, cumming all over my dick.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. I’m so close.” I tell her, watching her face as she climaxes.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me, before biting her lip, “Cum on my face.”

My eyes widened and I almost nutted right then and there, but I pulled out. She slid down as I came above her, positioned right over her face. My hand grasps my dick and it only took a few jerks before my stomach tightened and I shot my load out.

Her tongue was out, spurts of white nut landing all over it and the rest of her face. She looked so fucking hot, being a good little slut for me.

After both of us came down, I crashed beside her. I took in a few breaths before quickly going to my conjoined bathroom and wetting a washcloth with warm water. I went back over to the bed and kneeled next to her, softly cleaning her face as she looked up at me.

Once her face was clear again, I leaned forward and planted a few kisses on her lips. Folding the towel, I brought it between her legs and cleaned her own juices up. I then go to the bathroom and wiped myself up and discarded the towels.

Back in the room, I put my boxers back on and pull out a shirt from my closet, then hand it to her as she puts her panties back on.

“Will you stay?” I ask her, hopeful. “Will you stay and cuddle with me?”

She smiled, “I’d love that.”

I return the smile and climb into bed with her. We both get under the covers and I pull her into my embrace, planting a soft kiss on her head. She lays her head on my chest and wraps her arms around me as I put mine around her.

It didn’t take long for sleep to overcome us, as we were both feeling content and spent.

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a/n : here you go bby, hope you enjoy it!! send in more reqs 🫶🏼

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The Grateful Dad Part 2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't believe you and he are about to be parents. Just when he was getting used to the idea of how his life would be, the two of you get an unexpected surprise. And by your third trimester, when you make a promise to him and then break it, he's left to deal with some things in his own.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, smut and pregnancy

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is an optional one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time!

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It didn't fully hit Bradley until the first time he noticed that soft swell of your belly. It seemed to sneak up on him, the way it took several months before it was noticeable. But once it was there, it was all he could think about. 

He was going to be a dad. And you were going to be a mom.

"Sugar," he whined that first day he noticed it. "You have a bump." You were lying in bed, trying to read as he pushed your tie dye shirt up a few more inches. "This wasn't here yesterday."

You set your book down and glanced to where his hands were resting gently on your belly. "I guess I do have a little bump," you replied softly, running your fingers through his hair as he kissed the spot just above your belly button. "My wool skirt is getting snug for work, but I thought I was just bloated."

Bradley was mesmerized. "Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, glancing up at you with a grin. 

"Do you really care?"

"Not at all." He kissed your bump and started humming his favorite Grateful Dead song. Bradley knew this was likely the only time you'd want to get pregnant. Your career was important to you, and you were already concerned about the baby coming before the end of your spring semester. You said you were going to have to take the following fall semester off from teaching, because you didn't want to let down the math majors at San Diego State University where you taught calculus. 

"You don't know how easy it is to love you," he sang to your belly before abruptly rolling over in bed. 

"Where are you going?" you asked him with a laugh. 

He grabbed his phone and opened his music app, mumbling, "The baby should get to hear the Grateful Dead perform it. Sounds better than when I sing."

He queued up the song and placed his phone near your belly as it started. "I don't know. I kind of like your version, Beer Boy," you promised, and he kissed your lips before pushing your shirt up high enough so he could see your tattoo of the song lyrics. 

"That's good, because I'll never stop singing it," he whispered, running his nose along your tattoo. He placed one hand gently on your belly and sang along.

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"I'm so excited," Bradley whispered for the seventh time in five minutes. "I don't think I've ever been this excited before. I also kind of feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Relax," you whispered, taking his hand. If he was this bad today when you were getting a high definition ultrasound, maybe you didn't want him with you when you actually delivered the baby.

"I just want to see the bean," he mumbled, practically bouncing in the waiting room chair. 

You tried not to smile, because he actually looked a little pale and nervous. "We don't even get to find out the sex today."

"Yeah," he replied, exasperated, "but we get to see the bean, Sugar. Up close and personal."

When they called your name a minute later, Bradley jumped out of his seat and dragged you down the hallway. He paced around the first room while you had some blood drawn. And then he paced around the next room while you waited for the technician to come in.

"Why did they call us back if they weren't ready?" he grunted, eyeing you up and down as you sat on the exam table in a hospital gown. "This is taking for fucking ever."

"Watch your language in front of the baby," you scolded, and his eyes went wide.

"Shit, you're right. Oh, fuck. Damn it!" You were cracking up now as he sat down with his forehead resting on his palms. "I'll get better, I promise!" 

"You have about six more months to shape up your act." 

He thought about everything he had planned for the next six months. Buy a crib and a stroller. Put a car seat in the Bronco. Paint the extra bedroom. Put those little plastic safety things in all the outlets in the house. 

When the exam room door opened, he jumped to his feet as a woman in pink scrubs walked in. "Hi, I'm Elaine! Sorry for the long wait, but we were double checking your blood work," she said walking toward you.

"What's wrong with the blood work?" Bradley asked, his voice suddenly hoarse. The desire to throw up returned, and he was reaching backwards for the arm of the chair. 

"Nothing at all," she replied smoothly, helping you lay back on the table and opening the hospital gown. "A lot of different levels were elevated, so we wanted to be sure. But if you're ready to see the babies, then we can get started."

"Babies?" you and Bradley nearly shouted in unison as Elaine opened the software and turned on the gigantic monitor. 

"Yes," she replied with a smile. "You're having twins."

Bradley nearly collapsed back into the empty chair. "Holy shit. Holy shit, Sugar!"

"Twins?!" you asked Elaine. Bradley couldn't tell if you were excited about the idea or not, but he was thrilled. Two babies? In one go? This was better than getting a promotion at work. This was almost as good as his wedding day. Almost as exciting as when you and he reunited in Virginia after ten years apart.

When you reached out your hand toward him, Bradley rocketed out of his seat to get to you. "Are you happy?" he asked, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing your forehead. 

"I... I think so. I think I'm kind of shocked."

"Me, too. But in a very, very good way."

As the two of you watched the monitor while Elaine moved the wand around on your belly, Bradley's eyes filled with tears. He had never seen anything so sweet in his life. 

"Two little beans," you whispered, and Bradley watched you cry as you smiled. When he nodded, you added, "Yes, I'm happy."

But when Bradley got you settled at home, his apprehension started to creep in. You were clearly tired. You were the one growing the twin beans. He probably wasn't doing enough. As you slowly dozed off in bed wearing his old Grateful Dead shirt, he watched your lips part, soft breathing taking over. 

His thoughts drifted to his own parents. He could only remember how much pain his mom had been in before she died, and he could barely picture what his dad looked like unless he had a photo in his hand. 

Bradley could feel his heart rate pick up, the rapid pounding filling his ears started to make him feel crazy. He sat up in bed, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck," he muttered. He was going to mess this all up. He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't remember his dad. And all he knew was that his mom somehow made him feel safe without really doing anything that he could model his behavior off of. Carole just made everything seem effortless, which was not helping him right now. 

He bolted out of bed, and then your eyes were open and focused on him. "What's wrong?" you asked groggily. "I need you to snuggle with me."

He studied your pretty face and your earnest expression. "What if I suck at being a dad?" he blurted out.

You set your head back down on the pillow and reached out for him with one hand. "You're good at everything else. You'll be good at this, too."

"But what if I'm not?" he demanded. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I barely even had a dad." He thought of the navy desk lamp and how he'd followed in his father's career path and how he somehow knew Nick had loved him. 

"You've never let me down yet, Beer Boy." Your soft words and the way you reached for his hands were enough to get him back into bed. And then his pulse returned to normal as you wrapped him up in your arms. This time he was dozing off before you were. 

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Bradley went sprinting out of work at the beginning of lunchtime. If Maverick kept them one minute longer, Bradley would have earned himself some push-ups for insubordination. It was your anatomy ultrasound scan day, and now he was going to be late meeting you there.

"Fuck," he groaned as he yanked down the zipper of his flight suit a few inches as he pulled out into traffic. He was trying so hard to stop swearing, but days like this just called for the f word. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, weaving around cars.

He wanted to know more about the twin beans. You and he had been talking about names, and he was beyond excited about everything. Last weekend he had painted the nursery a soft gray color and assembled two cribs. He even ordered a variety of matching tie dye onesies. Then you told him he did a great job and pushed him down on the floor on the new cloud shaped area rug in the nursery. His reward was getting to run his hands all over your round belly and tits while you rode him.

Bradley was in love with you and the babies, and being late today was making him upset. You were already on the exam table with the technician when the receptionist led him back to the room.

"Oh good, you're here," you sighed as he rushed toward you and grabbed your hand.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," he whispered, kissing your forehead and then your belly.

The technician smiled as Bradley knelt next to the table with his hand in yours. "Let's begin?" the technician asked. And when you nodded, he rubbed some gel on your belly and ran the wand slowly back and forth until those adorable beans were on the monitor just like last time.

"They got so big!" Bradley said, proud of how nicely they were growing.

"They are measuring right where they should be," the technician said, pausing the screen to take some pictures. "And I can tell you the sex for both of them if you want to know."

"Yes!" Bradley nearly shouted, looking up at your beautiful face as you laughed. "Please!"

"Okay, here we go."

It felt like an eternity as Bradley gripped your hand, waiting to be informed about what he was looking at on the screen. You were stroking his knuckles with your thumb, always so calm and analytical. 

He glanced at your face and watched you as the technician said, "Baby number one right here is not shy at all. He's waving hi."

"He?" Bradley was on his feet, trying to get closer to the screen. 

"Yes. A boy," the technician said.

"Another little Beer Boy in the making," you said before Bradley leaned down to kiss you.

He was sure he looked ridiculous as he said, "Nah, he'll be so much better than me. He's half you."

The way you smiled up at Bradley had him kneeling next to you again. "What about baby number two? Can we look at that bean now?" he asked, squeezing your hand. 

"Okay," the technician said, drawing Bradley's attention toward the screen again. "And baby number two...well she's trying to hide behind her brother, but there she is."

Bradley shouted, "Yes!" so loudly that you and the technician both jumped a little bit. "Oh my god, Sugar!"

"One of each," you whispered, covering your lips with your shaky fingers. 

"This is exactly what I was hoping for, but I didn't want to say it out loud," he whispered against your ear before kissing you all over your face. "Two little beans. One of each!"

You wrapped your arms around Bradley's neck and said. "You don't know how easy it is to love you."

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"I'm not going to make it," you moaned, laying on the couch while Bradley made dinner while his phone rang. You were at the start of your third trimester. You were huge. You were always hungry. It was getting hard to stand up for your lectures that were longer than an hour. And Bradley was the only thing holding you together. 

"Fuck!" he suddenly shouted from the kitchen. 

"What's wrong?" you asked, lifting your head up from the cushion. When Bradley walked into the living room, his brow was pinched and he was eyeing you warily. "What?" you demanded, struggling to sit up.

He knelt in front of you and eased you into a seated position. "Sugar," he whispered, pleading with you. "I just got the call. A special mission."

Tears sprang to your eyes. "A deployment?"

"Yeah, baby. I'll be back before the due date."

You cried while his lips met your belly through your shirt. "But, Bradley," you sobbed, "I can't! You've been doing everything! I'm so exhausted, I can barely function! And what if they extend you? That did that last time!" 

Great big sobs wracked your body, and you started gasping for air. Soon you were close to hyperventilating, but Bradley got you into the bathroom just in time for you to throw up in the toilet. And then you curled up on the floor and looked up at him. Your voice was a harsh whisper as he rubbed your back. "I can't do this without you."

He looked distraught as he said, "I don't want you to have to. But Uncle Sam owns my ass."

You closed your eyes, dreading asking him for the mission details. So instead you whispered, "No, the beans and I own your ass. Uncle Sam just borrows you."

"You absolutely own my ass, Sugar," he replied softly, kissing your tear streaked cheeks and helping you get to your feet. "Let's try to eat dinner, and we can talk this through."

Bradley carried two plates of food to the dining room table where you had the perfect view of the glossy white doors he had used to propose to you. He had hung them up on the wall, turning them into the most beautiful work of former frat boy art you had ever seen. 

SUGAR 

WILL 

YOU 

MARRY 

ME?

You picked at your food as he filled you in on the missions plans. He was perfect. Your husband was perfect, and now you were scared you weren't going to be able to get through a month without him. And then you started to spiral, because if four weeks alone while you were pregnant felt too daunting, how would you manage twins while he was gone for months at a time?

"Beer Boy?" you whimpered. "I can't do this."

"Yes," he said adamantly, "you can. You're the strongest person I know."

You bit down hard on your lip as it quivered. "What if something happens to you? Or me? Or them?" Your voice broke, and once again, Bradley was collecting you into his arms and abandoning the dinner plates. You cried softly as he helped you out of your work clothes and into his old Grateful Dead shirt. And then you curled up in bed and watched him strip down to his underwear. 

You watched the flex of his muscles as he took the hideous, tie dyed Grateful Dad shirt out of his drawer and pulled it on. "Nothing's going to happen," he whispered as he got in bed beside you. "You'll wear your shirt, and I'll wear mine. And we'll think about each other the whole time I'm gone. And I'll hang up all the sexy photos I have of you plus the ultrasounds of the beans. And before you know it, I'll be back. And then the beans will be here. And then we'll actually be even more perfect than I ever thought possible."

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms, soaking up all of his beautiful words. 

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Bradley's duffle bag was packed. He was leaving in the morning. You'd made him a little folder of copies of the ultrasound photos, and he'd added a few wedding photos as well. He laughed every time he looked at the photos from your Vegas wedding with Elvis. But right now, he felt like crying.

Somehow you were holding it together better than he was right now. "You coming to bed, Beer Boy?"

He zipped his bag closed and looked up to find you standing there in your navy blue bra and matching panties. Your tits looked bigger than ever, practically spilling over the lace cups. And your belly had gotten so big, your panties were tucked below your bump. He reached out for you, pulling you close so his nose met your belly.

"I want the two of you to be good for Mommy while I'm gone, okay?" he whispered, kissing and tickling you with his mustache. He was rewarded with your fingers in his hair and a kick from one of his twins. "I love my Sugar Babies."

You giggled and said, "I wonder if that was the jellybean or the spoonful of sugar that kicked you." Over the past few weeks, you had taken to giving the twins cute little candy related names, and Bradley couldn't get enough. 

He'd never get enough of you either. The way your fingers felt in his hair as he knelt in front of you. The sound of your voice when he closed his eyes. The warmth of your skin where he kissed you. 

"I'm gonna miss you," he whispered before he stood and followed you to bed. 

"I'll be there to pick you up four weeks from tomorrow," you promised, reaching back to unhook your bra. "I promise."

Bradley groaned loudly as you sank back into the pillows. "Your tits look delicious," he moaned, crawling across the bed to get to you. "Fucking huge."

"Watch your language in front of the babies," you whispered against his lips as he palmed your breasts and stroked your tattoos. "Daddy."

Bradley pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them aside, running his fingers through your slick. "Bradley!" you gasped, your eyes following his every move as he brought his fingers up to his lips. 

"You look delicious, and you taste delicious," he told you, licking his fingers clean before you reached for his cock through his boxer shorts. You squeezed him, eliciting a strangled, needy noise, and he whined your name. 

And you let Bradley do whatever he wanted with a devilish little smile on your face and his name on your lips. You sucked his cock until he was panting, and then you leaned back with your hands on your chest. When he ran his wet length through the valley between your breasts, you urged him along.

"I want you to," you whispered as he titty fucked you. Your tongue darted out to taste him as he tried to go slow. But you looked and felt so good, he was already so far gone by the time he pulled away from you.

"I wanna make you feel good," he gasped as you pushed him onto his back. "As fucking good as you make me feel all the time."

He was treated to the sight of you awkwardly positioning him at your entrance as you had to work around your belly. And when you slid down around him with your perfect pussy, Bradley let his hands come to rest on your hips. Your body was wider now and impossibly sexy, and you rode him as you ran your fingers gently along your breasts. 

"I love you, Sugar," he whispered, running his knuckles along your clit until you were clenching. His other hand came to rest on your belly, and Bradley felt so connected to you, so in love with you, that he felt a tear leak from his eye as you came from him. And then he came inside you as he met you halfway for a kiss.

As you eventually started to doze off on his shoulder, still full of his cum, you whispered, "I love you too, Beer Boy."

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Being away from the three of you was tedious at best. Bradley found it hard to pay attention to the things he was supposed to do. He knew the mission parameters inside and out, but he didn't take the time to think about how dangerous it was. There was no space left in his jumbled thoughts for anything except you.

Phoenix had promised to go to your appointments with you in his absence, and when he was allowed to call you, he listened intently to your updates 

"Jellybean boy is measuring a little bigger than our sweet girl, but they both looked good! Nice and strong according to the doctor. And I gained three more pounds, which is probably not ideal, but all the meals you made and froze for me are so yummy." 

And then he flew the special mission, set on making sure it went as flawlessly as possible. Determined to stay as safe as he could. Whatever it took to get back home to San Diego and his perfect little family. 

You were less than a month out from your due date now. And when Bradley arrived on the dock exactly four weeks after you'd sent him off with some filthy kisses, he was so excited to see you. See if you'd gotten bigger or had trouble walking now. He was excited to kneel down and talk to his twins. 

But when he turned his phone on, he was greeted with a voicemail message of your incoherent sobbing. He dropped his bag to the deck of the aircraft carrier as the sound of you crying met his ears. His heart sank to his stomach. You'd left him this message just a handful of hours ago, but when he tried to call you back as the ship was docking, you didn't answer. 

"Come on," he whispered, his voice harsh and filled with unshed tears. "Sugar." But still, you did not answer.

He could feel himself gasping for air. He promised you nothing was going to happen. He never broke his promises to you. Not even when he was twenty one years old and didn't understand the strength of the love he felt for you.

He was staring at his phone screen for a few seconds as tears filled his eyes before he realized he was receiving a call.

"Nat?" he asked, answering his best friend.

"I'm on the dock," she said simply. "I'll find you as you deboard. We're going to head right to the hospital."

"What happened to her?" he asked, clutching his own stomach, barely able to speak. "To them?"

"Early labor," was all she said. Then she sighed before repeating herself. "We'll head right to the hospital."

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You weren't sure what was going on. All you knew was the intense amount of pain you were in was enough to make you throw up over and over again. When your water broke during your calculus lecture, you shouldn't have been surprised. You'd been feeling off all week. You tried to chalk it up to missing your husband, but it was more than that. 

After your water broke, you collapsed, only breaking the fall with your hands on the hard floor. You were pretty sure at least one of your wrists was broken, but nobody at the hospital was even slightly concerned about that. Not when they were trying to determine if your babies were okay. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you had to beg Natasha to leave you and pick Bradley up from the port on base after she met you at the hospital. You had been informed that the babies were fine, but you needed to deliver them now as you were running out of amniotic fluid. They would deliver the beans by cesarean section. They were going to put you under general anesthesia for it.

You cried as they prepared you for surgery. You were alone. Bradley was probably with Phoenix by now, but they wouldn't wait any longer. "Let's get started," your obstetrician said as you settled on your back with your battered wrists as your sides. 

"Okay," you agreed, crying as the drugs to put you under started to cloud your vision. 

"Sugar!" 

You laughed softly at the nurse to your left. "That sounded like my husband," you said with a giggle. Then you caught sight of Bradley running into the room in his khaki uniform, drenched in sweat. "It looks like him, too. Hi, Beer Boy," you said, still laughing as he rushed toward you.

"Sugar," he gasped, eyes wide. But they wouldn't let him touch you as you fell asleep.

Pain. You woke up in so much pain. Everything hurt. You were on your back and the room was dark and you could hear beeping. 

"Bradley?" you gasped, trying to sit up, but you couldn't. You started crying and calling his name, and then he was at your side.

"I'm here, Sugar," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's okay. I love you. You're just waking up again."

"Again?" you asked, completely confused. "Where are the beans?"

"In the nursery," he promised. "They've been in the nursery since yesterday when they were born." 

Your head was swimming with information and memories and fear as Bradley left you to turn on the dim hospital room lights. "They were born yesterday?" 

"Yes," he told you, making his way back over in his rumpled, wrinkly uniform. "And you had surgery on your left wrist today."

But you were starting to remember more now as your eyes settled on the white board across the room. The birth times and birth weights of the twins written in an unfamiliar scrawl. Baby A and Baby B were born just five minutes apart. You must have been on a lot of pain medication, because surely those were not the names you and Bradley had discussed?

You cleared your throat a few times, and then he was grabbing your cup of water and holding it so you could take a sip through the straw.

"Bradley," you started, but he stopped you with a kiss to your chapped lips.

"I'm so proud of you, Sugar," he said, letting his forehead come to rest against yours. "Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?" 

"But Beer Boy," you said, glancing at the names written on the board.

"The doctors said the kiddos are doing just fine, and when they wake up hungry in another hour or so, you'll be able to see them."

"But I-"

"And only your left wrist was broken. Your right one will heal on its own. And your abdominal incision will heal up great. And you'll be back to work after the fall term, no problem."

"Bradley!" you said loudly, realizing it was nearly three in the morning as you checked the clock before looking at the names again. "Did you go rogue and name the children without my approval?"

Your husband was silent now, and you could see his cheeks were a little red. "Just the middle names," he muttered softly. 

You sighed and read out loud from the board. "Emma Bean Bradshaw and Levi Garcia Bradshaw," you said slowly. "Really?"

He looked so sheepish as your gaze met his again. "I thought they sounded nice," he whispered, and you felt your lips curve into a smile.

"I love them," you said, swallowing hard. "Their names are perfect."

And then you were treated to your husband's lips and mustache as he kissed you all over your face until you were laughing. "I thought you were mad," he said with a sigh of relief.

"Not mad," you promised, letting him adjust your bed and get you more water. He flitted around the room for a few minutes, and then the door opened as two nurses pushed bassinets into the room, and you cried as you looked at your daughter and your son in their matching tie dyed onesies

Bradley picked Emma Bean up in his arms, and he gently held her out so you could give her a kiss. "Here she is. And check it out, Sugar. I've been feeding them and changing them since yesterday!" 

You marveled at how he held her and bent to coo at Levi Garcia at the same time. And then a moment later, he was sitting in the chair right next to you, feeding each baby a bottle as he sang his favorite Grateful Dead song. 

"Beer Boy," you said with a soft laugh. "You really are the Grateful Dad." 

He smiled at you and said, "I haven't been home yet to wash my hideous shirt, but one day soon we can all wear our tie dye together." 

You examined the cast on your left wrist and ran you right hand gingerly along your belly which felt horribly tender. "You're going to have to take care of all three of us when we go home."

"I'm up for the challenge," he promised immediately. "Nat's gonna help. And Bob will, too. And we'll be just fine. Better than fine."

Bradley stood carefully and set down Emma Bean, your tiny daughter, along your right side. Bradley didn't move as she snuggled up against you, rather he bent and let you kiss Levi's cheek. 

"We'll be perfect," you supplied, smiling at your son and daughter as you listened to your husband sing. 

"You don't know how easy it is to love you."

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[fiction-is-life]

hi! congratulations on 800 followers <333 i was wondering if i could get lying together in comfortable silence, maybe they’re cuddled up together, either way they’re both mutually enjoying the other’s company with topper. please and thank you!

Cuddles and Competition

Author's Note: Hi, and thank you!! You are always so supportive!! Also, I am soooo sorry I am only now getting to this request! I just completed my hardest year in school and I had no time to write. I wanted to put this out for your birthday but I missed that, so it will be a belated gift, I guess! I hope you enjoy it, love!! 💞

Warnings: none really?

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“Topper! Meet me in the kitchen. Now!” Dr. Cynthia Thornton called out to her son through the in-home PA system.  You were busy chopping onions for the soup you were making per that lady’s request. You just kept your head down; when she was in a mood it was best just to let your employer run her course.

Topper slowly made his way into the kitchen, a bored look on his face. Cynthia rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone at him.  “Topper, stand up straight, how many times must I tell you?”

Topper straightened his spine, but his frown didn’t disappear. “Is that why you called me down here?” he intoned, a smirk now playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t be cheeky,” she snapped.  This was typical of every mother-son interaction between the two.  “I have to attend a work event tonight, but I don’t want any funny business.  Rafe and Kelce are not to be here, and absolutely no girls allowed,” she explained while putting her earrings in and fixing the 24K gold bracelet at her wrist.

Topper smirked fully now - his mother had really been getting on his nerves lately with college application deadlines looming over his head.  “What about (Y/N)?  She’s a girl.  And she’s here.”  You could hear the laughter in his voice, and you had to turn away on the pretense of going to the sink so that Dr. Thornton couldn’t see you laugh as well.

Cynthia rolled her eyes.  “She doesn’t count; I would expect you to have more respect for yourself than that.”  That wiped the smirk off of your face.  “I will be home by midnight, and you are responsible for driving (Y/N) home.”  With no further words, Dr. Thornton left the house.

You both waited in silence for the front door to click shut and the roar of her sports car starting to sound a few seconds later.  Once it did, Topper turned towards you slowly, a serious expression on his face.  “So…pizza or Chinese?”

You grinned from ear to ear.  “Both!  Let me throw this soup in the fridge and then I can get Netflix all queued up.”

“Sounds good, sweet thing,” Topper replied, already ordering your usual on door dash.  

Within thirty minutes you were on the couch debating who the best baker on The Great British Bake Off was for that week between mouthfuls of the Outer Banks’ finest late-night cuisine.  The only light in the room came from the living room’s tv and the reflection of the moon and stars off of the Thornton’s pool that was visible from the windows.  

“How do they all mess up something so simple as that for a technical?  Half of them were inedible!”

“Topper, I would love to see you try to make that dessert and come up with something better than the person who took last place,” you teased.

He looked at you with incredulousness written all over his face, but you could see the smile he was holding back with all of his might.  “I could absolutely bake something passable,” he stated, fully believing his words.

“Maybe if you had a full, detailed recipe, but not the paired down version the contestants are given.  I love you, but I would not eat anything you baked without a full recipe - and maybe some youtube tutorials,” you laughed, making him break and join in your mirth before he turned “serious” once more.

“I could absolutely bake something to that standard.” He continued as he started to stand up, “In fact, let’s go into the kitchen and have a little competition of our -” he was cut off by a fast-moving piece of orange chicken hurtling into his mouth.  You giggled once more as he made a show of chewing the chicken you had used to shut him up.

“Seeing as food particles are defying gravity, I guess we can save our baking competition for another day.  To protect myself, I just want to hang out with you and make fun of their accents.  You can be my shield if any pepperoni starts flying,” Topper pulled you practically on top of him as he said this, making you shake your head and laugh, highly amused at his antics.

You didn’t say much else for the rest of the show, just breathing in his scent and basking in his presence.  You had almost fallen asleep from Topper lightly massaging your back as he held you to him when you heard his voice rumble to life after a heavy sigh. 

“I can’t wait to beat you in our baking competition, love.  I can just imagine your face when I pull something out of the oven that absolutely crushes yours.”

You pushed yourself off of his chest at this, his arms falling down to your waist.  “Alright, smarty pants, let's bake something and see who would actually win,” you retorted; he had finally played your competitive streak to his advantage, and now you fully wanted to crush him with your baking prowess.

He just leaned in and kissed the determined look on your face and practically tackled you back into his arms.  Your pout broke as he peppered kisses all over your face before settling his head onto your stomach.  “I’m just kidding, love, we both know you would destroy me in any competition except for surfing,” his smooth voice soothed your ruffled feathers, but you couldn’t help but tease him once more.

“I would destroy you in a surfing competition too, Top, don’t deny it.”

His blue eyes caught yours from his relaxed position.  “You have never surfed a day in your life, (Y/N/N),” he stated.

“And you’ve never baked, Top,” you grinned.

“Touche.” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of your tummy before you both turned your attention back to the tv with smiles on your faces.  You stayed like that until way past the time you should have left, tempting fate that Dr. Thornton may come back and see you, but neither of you cared.  You just enjoyed spending the rare moments you had alone with each other too much to give up a single second.  It was only then when all your troubles seemed far enough away that you could truly live.

~

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[dionadaiiraaa]

" Ah got an apple pie coolin' it'll be ready in a few minutes." He replied with a smile. " Ah can serve it to ye wit a scoop oof ice cream, would ye like that? " He scribbled it on a notepad, and glanced at her daemon, his own wrapped around his neck, blinking at Pan with an inquisitive stare.

" How aboot to drink? We got juice, iced teas--what do ye prefer? "

"thank you," lyra said, giving the man a kind smile. she found she remembered her manners more often when it came to the people serving her. she chose her seat, pan following her at her heel, and sat down, before answering the question that was put to her.

"what d'you recommend that's sweet?"

[chanlix-honey]

The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”

[intothedysphoria]

Depending on your point of view, coming across Billie Hargrove’s Instagram account was either the best or the worst thing to ever happen in Stevie’s life.

Stevie didn’t even know that butches could have long hair but this one did. Granted in a douchey eighties mullet type of way. She also had a very pronounced six pack which she was not attempting to hide in any of her photos. Crystal blue eyes. A winning smile. Shit.

Billy, they/she, basketball stan and cringe Judith Butler supporter- 60% girl, 40% something else-meanest lesbian ever

Over the course of about three weeks, Stevie had looked over that profile at least six times a day. They were mesmeric and Stevie found herself wanting to be consumed. She’d never felt this way about a boy before. Not even Tommy Hagan who she’d dated for over a year before they split. And Billy was in fucking L.A. Nothing was ever going to happen between them.

Still, she found herself sliding into their DMs just before going to get her hair done. Nothing too I’ll-stab-you-and-keep-your-body-in-the-basement but like casual. Maybe a little flirty. They didn’t seem like they had a girlfriend.

What she ended up messaging was “hi Billie! You don’t know me but I love your jeans where did you get them from ☺️”

Smooth Stevie. Very smooth.

She couldn’t even talk to her hairdresser during her hair appointment because she was so embarrassed by what she’d done. A small part of her genuinely considered setting her phone on fire until she checked it again after her highlights were in.

Incredibly surprisingly to Stevie, Billie responded and not even that, responded very positively indeed.

It was all Hey pretty girl and smirking emojis and I got my jeans from this underground thrift store or whatever and Stevie didn’t exactly take any of the information in because she was so incredibly flustered.

If she flattered herself, Stevie knew she was pretty. She knew she had big eyes and glossy hair and full lips which usually led to a line of guys queuing up for a shot. Billie wasn’t like any of those frat guys she was used to or the pretentious hipsters she’d dated later on in college. If there was chasing that was going to be done, Stevie was going to have to do it herself.

A gratifying squirm started in her gut the next day, when she realised that Billy had followed her back. Stevie may have been far too chickenshit to actually message her back but still. Progress was progress.

They danced around talking for a bit. Billie always liked her stories but there was never actually any flirting. Just a palpable tension. Something waiting to begin.

Stevie was not a patient woman. So she decided to push it forward a little.

Posting a thirst trap wasn’t something Stevie had done since she was bored during lockdown but how hard could it be? It had to be like riding a bike or some shit. So she just uploaded a couple of pictures, no overthinking it.

After deleting about thirty different messages from guys, all of whom were being creeps in different ways, Stevie finally got to the message she hoped she’d get from Billie. For all the anxiety leading up to it, the actual content was remarkably short.

Cute 💖😙

Robin picked up after the third ring. Judging by the time of her voice, Stevie had definitely woken her up from a nap. Whoops.

“What the fuck is it dingus?” Ouch.

Stevie tried to answer without sounding like an absolute moron.

“Robin how do you know if a lesbian is flirting with you?”

The long silence indicated to Stevie that she’d absolutely sounded like a moron.

“What did she say dingus?”

Stevie told her then she hung up. Which seemed harsh.

Billie messaged again the following day. Again it was brief.

Sorry if I misread. I’ll leave you alone now.

Stevie had never scrambled to reply to a message as fast in her life. Begging Billie not to leave, she wasn’t very good at this type of flirting but she wanted to try.

Billie seemed a lot less bummed after that. And much flirtier. They’d explained about their ocd, the constant fear of being creepy or a bad person stopping her from messaging Stevie more. But now that they were talking they could try. If Stevie wanted.

Stevie did want. She wanted very much.

And when finally visited Billy one person about five months later and they were doing dumb first date stuff, being in love, she thought that was a pretty good story to tell their grandkids about how they’d met.

Embarrassing. But good.

@shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @oopsiedaisiesbaby @thatgirlwithasquid @robthegoodfellow

[dionadaiiraaa]

Eden had been cooking over the fire of the camp, humming happily as he stirred the stew in his cast iron cauldron. Their group was growing by the day and he would've been a terrible host if he didn't make food for the entire party.

He made up a large bowl and strolled over to where Karlach resided.

❝ Guid evenin' lass, here. ❞ He hummed and very carefully handed her the bowl.

❝ Eat up, tomorrow is gon be a long one. ❞

@infernaliscor liked for a starter.

[olayaxnangyaite]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 (II), 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝

NETEYAM SULLY x O'LAYA NANGYA'ITE!METKAYINA!OC!

SUMMARY - AS EYWA LED THEM TO EACHOTHER. NOW, IT IS UP TO THEM TO TAKE CARE OF THE REST. THEY DID NOT HIDE THAT THEY WERE FOR EACHOTHER, AS IT WAS DIFFICULT TO HIDE THEIR LOVE.

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

TRACK #2: INVISIBLE STRING by TAYLOR SWIFT

A/N: HII GUYS, HERE IS CHAPTER 2!!! CAN'T BELIEVE I'M REALLY GOING TO PULL THIS OFF BUT HERE WE ARE. So I ALREADY POSTED CHAPTER 1 AND I WOULD REALLY LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK ON THAT, IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME <33.

AND IF YOU EVER HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CANON THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD TO THIS SERIES, I WOULD REALLY LOVE THAT, MY REQUEST AND MY MAILBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN.

I ALSO WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR ERRORS OR TPOS OR EVEN GRAMMAR MISTAKES, JUST KNOW THAT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. THANK YOUUU, ENJOY READINGGG!! <33333

Every morning, Ao’nung or Tsireya would stand outside O’laya’s pod and wait for her to head out. This time it was Ao’nung, who came with his atlatl.

“You sleep with that thing?” She teased, pointing at his weapon. “You carry that around, I’m starting to think you're insane” She pointed while proceeding with him. “And where’s yours?” noticing that she came empty-handed. “I don’t need it” she shrugged. “Remember what your father said-” O’laya stopped in her tracks as soon as that word came out of his mouth.

“Nung, father died long ago so I do not need to hear whatever he said” She acknowledge with sternness. Ao’nung slumped his shoulders and just rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. “Fine. But if you ever get in trouble, don’t come running to me, ” he smirked and nudged her forearm. “Don’t worry, I won’t” he chuckled at her smugness and looked at her so fondly.

It wasn't a secret that Ao’nung had a thing for O’laya, he’s so delicate when it comes to her. It’s not just that he promised that she would take care of her but also how he had already chosen her, without her knowing. In all the time they have spent together, it was difficult for him to avoid this gushing affection.

“Laya, Where are you going?” Ao’nung asked, she passed the area where they usually train. “To the shore” She replied giving a ‘duh’ tone.

The reef children had taken the first jump and flawlessly drifted along with the water, diving in a moderate speed. Soon after, the Sully siblings followed but with a playful and scattered jump making a loud splash.

O’laya turned her body to face the others and found Neteyam utterly mesmerized by the sea creatures that surrounded them. She grinned at him and was caught by his curious eyes. She went back to swim with Ao’nung, expecting them to follow.

“Come. Swim together with us” Tsireya signed, but they seemed to be enigmatic by this gesture and rather unfamiliar. Instead, she just queued for them to join. They shrugged and went back to the water.

O’laya looked over to Ao’nung, who was just beside her. And was visibly laughing at them, “Such bad divers” He signed to her, only to get a frown and another strike. He winced his eyes from the sting he felt and rolled his eyes at her. She looked back at Neteyam to see if he was managing and accidentally meeting eyes, it appeared that Neteyam was already looking at her before she even did.

She replied with a small smile and motioned for them to follow once more. As the reef children swam further, the Omatikayans could take it anymore and rose to the surface once more. “What’s wrong with them?” Rotxo asked, “They are bad at diving” he jibed at them. “Stop” Tsireya glared at his brother, “They are learning” O’laya shook her head at him and just followed them to the surface to face their exhausted faces. “Are you alright?” She asked.

“You swim too fast, wait for us” Tuk whined, “Just breath” Tsireya replied im empathy for the child as she glimpsed at how tired she looked. “You are not good divers. Maybe better at swinging-”

!SMAKE!

O’laya strikes again with her hand behind his head, Ao’nung groaned in subtle pain and glared at her. “Tsk! Enough, you two” Tsireya scowled at the two child-like adolescents before another catfight could start.

“C’mon, bro. We don’t speak thing finger talk, guys” Neteyam explained, imitating the movement of their fingers. “ I will teach you”

“ Where’s Kiri?” Roxto spun his head around to look for this, “Who?” O’laya asked.

“If you want to live here, you must ride” Ao’nung clarified, as his hands glided against the water. Neteyam watched as O’laya called for an Ilu and conducted it in front of him to reach. “Here”

“ You can sit right here” she pointed at the Ilu’s back, Neteyam gladly heeded and lifted himself off the water and onto the creature. She looked up to him to make sure that his stance was steady enough, but she couldn't resist to just staring at his braids and how well done they were, his back and how tha water slowly dripped off, his arms that gripped tightly onto the “Is everything ok? Am i doing something wrong”

Neteyam caught the brief silence and wandered back to her, “Kehe!, you’re doing just fine” She shook her head and woke herself back to reality. She gently grasped into the animal’s que for Neteyam not to access it easily.

“Bond with him gently…” As soon as their floras collide, it was like a gush in his bloodstream. “Feel his heartbeat, feel his strength..” O’laya softly took the boy’s free hand and placed it on the handle for him to hold. HE reopened his eyes and prepared to launch, The Ilu took off with him and O’laya crouched under to get a better view of him.

And by surprise, after a few stumbles, he got a good grip on the creature and just like his father, he had it on only the first try. She scoffed at his success, seeing the surprised and proud look on his face as he faultlessly rode the Ilu.

After a few rounds, he came back to O’laya who was already on her Ilu. “Did you see that?” He sounded like a child who just received a toy, “Most fail at their first time” She stated, “Did you?” He said as he caught his breath, “Of course not” She chuckled at the thought of it. Remembering how her first time went.

"Look at your brother" O'laya pointed at Lo'ak who was struggling to stay on the Ilu. She scoffed at him as she watched Ao'nung and the rest laughed at him.

The reef children and the Omatikayans sat in a circle as Tsireya organised a session for them to learn how to breathe underwater. But Ao’nung, O’laya and Neteyam sat in a different circle separating them from the others. “Breath…” She exhaled with Ao’nung and Neteyam following her actions. 

“Slow your heartbeat” She muttered, the three of them had their eyes closed to focus. But Neteyam, slightly opened his eyes to look at her in front of him. Legs crossed while her hands rested on her knees, He would scan her whole figure and take note of her every detail. But still obeying her instructions, 

Ao’nung on the other hand, also took a peek at his surroundings as he only opened one eye. He looked over to Neteyam and noticed that he was looking straight at her.

 “You know my ’eylan, looking at her won’t-”

“Fnu! “ She berated Ao’nung, “Kanfpìl (focus), Neteyam��� She looked over to him with earnest. Ao’nung rolled his eyes at him and continued the whole session

after the lessons had ended, the rest of the reef children had gone their separate ways.

As Neteyam was wandering around the village giving himself his own tour, he found a small trail that leads to the deeper regions of Awa'atlu.

But his tracks paused when his sight drooped on the most majestic creature he had ever seen, maybe it was her giggling with the children or how they all sat beside her. Maybe it's her hair swaying with the wind, maybe it's the sun that shimmered her skin. He questions himself, admiring her soft laughs. falling for her smile, which slightly shows her fangs from her side view.

Tsireya sat on the other side, but not far for O'laya. The reef children surrounded them, braiding jewellery together. A couple of kids were circling her and decorating her hair with beads.

O'laya noticed eyes from a distance, she looked over to her right and found Neteyam. She beamed at him, making his knees feel entirely weak. He waved awkwardly to avoid embarrassment, and to hide the fact that he had been staring at her for too long.

O'laya gestured her hand and waved for him to come, "Come sit with us, Neteyam" She invited, he only nodded and followed her orders.

"These are the reef children" she introduced, as one girl walked hesitantly near him.

"Can we touch your hair?" She asked, with doe eyes glimmering at him. "Sure" He nodded and waited for the child to reach for his braids.

The little girl, smiled ear-to-ear as she took one of his strands that has bead embedded in it.

"tewti" she whispered, Neteyam chuckled as he watched the child admire his hair. But his gaze soon darted back to O'laya, It was the moment that he knew in his guts that this girl is either going to be the death of him or the one he was going to live for the rest of his life with.

"You look very pretty..." He whispered to himself, not knowing how he was voicing it out loud. Distracted from watching the kids, she only heard a mumble. "Hm?"

" Po san lu nga sevin (he said you are pretty)" One of the children decorating her hair voice for him. The rest of the girls giggle at Neteyam, Including Tsireya. His face suddenly heated up and a tint of pink smeared across his cheeks.

O'laya grinned at his flustered face, as her smile became uncontrollable. As the children became more comfortable with Neteyam, they started to take each one of his strands and started to decorate his hair with shells just like O'laya.

"Here in Awa'atlu, we embellish out nikre (hair) as a sign of friendship. The children will look at you as a ’eylan from now on" She explained, "You are one of us now" He opened her palm and asked for his hand.

He gladly accepted and offered his hand to her, gently placing it on top. Not breaking their gaze, She hitched a string that was covered in assorted shells, beads and even sea glass. "For you" this string serves as a token of love.

The little children had witnessed courtship in front of them, so innocent, so pure. A love affair that Eywa had given them.

His happiness was difficult to hide, looking dearly at the string tied to his wrist. "Irayo, Ma'laya" He looked back at her.

Tsireya was beyond happy to see her friend on the brink of falling deeply in love with Neteyam. It was apparent that their fondness was in their eyes. Interlinked, connected, like their souls were merged/ His yellows and her blues were a match made by Eywa.

"Here, You can make one of these pieces of jewellery with us" She took a strand of string and handed him a container filled with different types of ornaments. "Can you teach me?" He looked up to her again, "Of course" she beamed a warm smile.

"Now twist it this way..." Both concentrated on braiding a bracelet, O'laya guided his hands every step of the way. accidentally intertwining their fingers on occasion, causing sudden fits of flusters.

A/N : OMGGG, CHAPTER 2 IS OUT YALL. I JUST WANT TO THANK ALL OF THE SUPPORT, AND ALL OF THE NOTES FROM CHAPTER 1!! WOW I LUV U GUYS. AND A DISCLAIMER THAT THIS CHAPTER IS QUITE BORING, I KNOW, BUT I REALLY WANT IT TO BE SLOWBURN TO TRIGGER ALL THE SLOW-BUR, FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS GLURLY POPS OUT THERE. IF YALL HAVE READ THE WHOLE THING, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT THERE ARE NA'VI WORDS OR PHRASES. I JUST STARTED STUDYING THEM SO IF I EVER ENCODED THE WRONG WORDS WHATSOEVER, YOU CAN CHAT ME AND I'LL BE MORE THAT HAPPY TO CORRECT IT

Anyways, IF YOU MADE IT HERE, I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU A TIGHT HUG AND THANK YOU FOR READING. ASA WRITER I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL THE NOTES YOU GUYS GIVE. IM ALSO LOOKING FOR FRIENDS SO PLEASE JUST HIT ME UPPP.

CHAPTER 3 WILL BE OUT VERY SOON, MUAH &lt;333333333

IF YOU EVER WANT TO BE IN A TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES, PLEASE, PLEASE MY DMS IS ALWAYS OPEN 24/7

[yridenergyridenergy]

Hello, I hope you're well and I'm not disturbing you. A friend and I have our first dir en grey concert in Japan tomorrow and we are really excited.

Are there any points we need to pay attention to? Something like what you have to pay attention to when entering or buying merch? How does the numbering work? We don't want to attract negative attention just because we act stupid haha.

Thank you for your time.

Best regards

Li

Hello! Lucky you!

I don't know how familiar you are with Japanese, but ticket numbers are always announced in Japanese, so you should research how your number (and surrounding ones) are said in that language. They finish all the numbers with the suffix "-ban", basically "-th". But really, a lot of venues use megaphones that make it hard to understand what the staff is calling... Arrive early and eep track of which numbers/ranges are called, to avoid confusion.

Also, venues usually have sections in front of the building for fans to gather according to certain ranges: VIP, 1~99, 100~199, etc. If you don't see any signs like that around the time of the doors opening, don't hesitate to politely show your number to any fan or venue staff on site, look confused maybe, and they should point you to the right spot.

As for merchandise, especially for the first few days of a tour, people will typically line up at least around 9AM to hopefully be given a line number. With that in hand, they come back at 3PM (usually) for the official opening of the merch table. If you only show up in the afternoon, chances are that the goods you want will be sold out already once everybody who queued earlier has had a chance to go.

About inside the venue, with the new VIP tickets, there will be a section at the front that cannot be entered by anybody without a proof that they have the right kind of ticket. Same thing with whatever section is reserved for the Exclusive ticket holders, typically the balcony if applicable. Other than that, as long as you entered when your number was called and that it was validated by staff, follow the flow of everyone, get in front of the stage, and you're free to go at any side or depth within the general admission area.

I know it's probably getting cool outside, but I strongly advise you to find a way to avoid having to use the lockers or cloak storage. Tie your coat around your waist or something. If you store your stuff before the show and that they close the service, you'll be left standing outside shivering; but if you wait until your ticket is checked and that you enter the venue for the show, you'll waste time and ose out on closer spots by having to find and use a coin locker inside the venue.

... That should be it, other than of course not using any recording device inside and be silent during the songs unless Kyo literally elicits singing and cheers?

Sorry for making this response public: usually, when people send me questions under their actual account, I don't assume that they intentionally wanted it to be non-anonymous and I reply in private. However, I feel like this information could be useful for others too.

Have an awesome time!

[jgroffdaily]

In all of the rush of getting home and back to my real life, I didn’t get a chance to write up the experiences that we, your faithful JGD-ers, had this last weekend in NYC.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of the front of house sections of the Hudson Theatre. It’s a gorgeous building, with a fascinating history, and I would recommend the tour to anyone who is interested in Broadway - the company was Broadway Up Close.

In the afternoon, we went to the matinee of the show, the first matinee (and thus the first two-show day) of this Broadway run. We had great seats in the first row of the mezzanine / dress circle, from which we had a decent view of the actors’ facial expressions (although not as good as from the orchestra seats / the stalls on Thursday evening) and also a fab view of the actual orchestra, who sit “upstairs” in Frank’s apartment.

I loved the show again, of course. I had fully intended to turn my attention to different elements this time - to watch Frank during Franklin Shepherd, Inc; to watch Frank and Beth during Not A Day Goes By, to check out what the orchestra were doing. But in fact I was entirely dragged into the story, and the performances, once more, and my eyes snagged on the exact same things as last time.

As for Sunday, my final day in NYC: well, we had realised a few weeks ago that there seemed to be *something* due to happen on the Sunday evening - there was no show listed for that afternoon, which broke the pattern of all of the rest of the weeks from Opening onwards. So we wondered if that date might be the Opening Night (which it kind of turned out to be, amidst some confusion around “industry opening / red carpet interviews / after party” on Sunday vs press night / release of embargo on Tuesday).

So, on the off chance that we had guessed correctly, I changed my flight home to the UK, so that instead of an 8pm flight, I had an 11pm one. That meant that I could stay in Manhattan until 7pm ish, and we could investigate what was happening.

Earlier on in the day, we went to the Broadway Up Close booth to buy some Broadway themed merch, and I had to laugh when the guy manning the counter asked me “have you seen any shows?” and when I replied “Merrily”, he said “aha, I had a theory…” and pointed to the Groff sweatshirt that I was wearing! Might as well wear your heart on your sleeve (chest), I guess!!

We walked to the theatre in the afternoon, and there were some union guys / security people chatting outside, so I asked them if anything was due to happen outside that evening. They said: “oh no, no, nothing at all, it’s all going to be inside; not at all worth you coming back here”, then blew their own cover a little by adding “unless you want to watch us work, setting up!”

Setting up what, you may ask? And indeed, that is what we did ask ourselves, after we had thanked them and wandered away. If they were setting something up outside, there must be something worth seeing. And so, at around 5pm, we “accidentally” found ourselves back at the theatre, and located a spot close to the steps, where we could semi-nonchalantly linger.

While it was true that the red carpet was happening indoors (not entirely surprising, as the lobby of the theatre is, as previously noted, stunningly beautiful, and the scaffolding outside is decidedly less photogenic), the security and queuing / ticket checking system was happening outside, as was a good deal of “people in fancy clothes loitering and waiting for their friends to arrive before going in”, and thus we had a great view for an hour or so, as many people arrived and went in.

We spotted Anna Wintour (sharp haircut, giant sunglasses and all - but having to queue with the masses - quelle horreur!), Zach Quinto with a friend, Raul Castillo and Alexis Forte (newlyweds! 💍🎉) and Cynthia Erivo, who arrived with Lena Waithe.

Although we didn’t see Jonathan - the cast must have gone into the theatre much earlier, or via the stage door, or both - I am so pleased that we were there. There was a fantastic buzz of excitement amongst those arriving for the show, and it felt to me like one of those real “Covid is over [note: I know it isn’t!] and the world is back!” moments. It made me so happy and grateful to see all of those people there, to support and celebrate our favourite guy (and his friends and colleagues), and it was the perfect end to my perfect NYC trip!

[dionadaiiraaa]

Eden chuckled softly and winced as the lass began to administer her healing. He watched her and raised his brows into a look of amusement.

" Well.." He began. It wasn't exactly smart to say that he had stumbled over a family of foxes and in turn tried to pet each and every one of them. Then again, if he had a semblance of forethought, he wouldn't be there to begin with.

" Ah...well, it was a family oof bonny foxes, It was goin' fine until ah tried to pet the babies. "

Brows furrow as thoughts go immediately into work, hands careful and gentle in their touch to his arm, starting the cleaning process of the wound to try and steady the bleeding further before she can properly start on stitches and bandage. 

“As much as I can agree on that, some animals don’t exactly like humans trying to pet them; the hell did you try petting anyway?”

@bhrathair || cont from here

[henleygod-fics]

7

There was a week left for the sports festival and we were all preparing for the big day, some of us were training in groups, others were doing it alone, although in my case I was accompanied as always by Smile. The classes were not hard or rather, the only thing they focused on now was the training, they had also given us time to rest or to continue on our own, I couldn't go home, so I continued training at the institute, the good thing was that I had peace to be able to train properly, except for the teachers, who took turns to look after me.

As for the situation with Bakugou it doesn't improve or rather it goes from bad to worse, every second I felt like he was watching each and every one of my movements, many times he tried to push me or bother me, he seemed like a kindergarten child bothering his classmates to get their attention and that was what he was looking for, if I played along we were going to end up triggering a fight and the argument that he so longed for. Aizawa and several teachers had to separate us every time he wanted to get closer, in short it was the most exhausting week. And without realizing it, time had already passed, and the long-awaited day had arrived, the fear I had was noticeable in my shaking and in the dark circles from not sleeping at all, fear of losing? Or fear of the festival? HA! The only thing I feared was the infinite possibilities of being found because of this, Aizawa was right if I didn't do it innocent people were going to pay and that's why I was participating, but that and not knowing the disaster that was coming are two different things.

I arrived at the place, expecting to see the arena as I had been told, I was surprised to see that it was a stadium, the place was packed with people and many were queuing or stuck because of security, I was with Aizawa so I was able to enter easily, for that and because I am a participant. I said goodbye to my teacher when I got to the locker room, I put on my sports uniform and went to find my classmates.

- Hi guys- I said when I found everyone, we were in a room, apparently waiting for the signal to leave.

- Hello- most of them greeted me, Uraraka approached me to greet me.

- By the way, why do we wear a uniform? Don't we have our suit? - I asked confused.

- It's so that there is no disadvantage or injustice- Todoroki answered, appearing behind me.

- Hello Todoroki-

- Hi Tn- he greeted me back with a slight smile, Uraraka's eyes were wide open as was her mouth.

-Did Todoroki just smile?- he asked me in a whisper.

- Yes, he smiles often when you start to get to know him well, although sometimes it's a smile that's almost unnoticeable- I whispered back.

- Even if you whisper, I'm listening to you- Todoroki said again.

- I'm sorry- I said laughing, but seeing his nervous and serious face I worried- what's wrong?- I asked approaching.

- Nothing...- for a moment it seemed like he was going to answer me, but a second later he closed his mouth and frowned slightly- it's nothing- he said again, before I could insist, a hand on my shoulder interrupted me.

- Hello- said the green-haired boy as he stood next to me.

- Hi Deku- I replied with a smile.

-... I have to go- said Todoroki without even looking at us or returning the greeting.

- What's wrong? - Deku asked worriedly.

- I don't know, I've been feeling strange since today- I responded in the same way, as I turned around a familiar torso passed by, hitting me and knocking me to the floor.

-Bakugou, really?- Kirishima asked angrily as he crouched down, this was something normal, after all he had been in charge of making this week a hell- are you okay?- he asked me helping me up.

- Yes, thank you- I answered smiling, trying to hold back the vein that wanted to explode on my forehead. - Could you at least calm down a little for today? - I asked annoyed while dusting myself off.

- I remind you that I will not have mercy on you- he said while bursting out laughing- I hope you haven't forgotten, I'm going to destroy you- he said clenching his fist, several classmates intervened in the conversation and took charge of scolding Bakugou, it mattered little since he ignored them or threatened them to stop bothering him.

After thinking about it for a long time I decided to calm down, after all we are about to enter a competition, he will pay for everything he did, I will not have mercy either. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice that my two friends were arguing, or at least the atmosphere looked that way, since Kirishima was between Todoroki and Deku trying to calm the environment.

- Hey calm down Todoroki, why start a fight now? - he asked while leaning on his shoulder.

- We're not here to make friends- he replied, removing his arm from the redhead- so it doesn't matter!- he replied, annoyed. For a second he was surprised and quickly turned towards me. Before he could say anything, Deku interrupted him.

- Todoroki, I know you're better than me, that's why I didn't understand when you said you'd defeat me... objectively speaking, you're the most capable of all of us- he replied, looking at the floor.

- Hey Midoriya, I don't think you should be so negative- Kirishima said sadly.

-Still, we are all giving our best to reach the top, even the people from the other courses... so I can't afford to fall behind, I'm not going to give up, I'm going to give my best- he answered determinedly, with a big sparkle in his eyes.

Todoroki looked at him for a few seconds and then said a slight "yes", before leaving he looked at me as if he was going to speak again, however he lowered his gaze and continued towards the exit.

- What happened??- I asked Deku. He sighed and then shook his head.

- I don't even know-

- declared war on him- Kirishima clarified.

- He declared to all of us- Bakugou answered, passing by me, to which I was on alert so as not to end up on the floor again, strangely he didn't even look at me- he said it in front of everyone with that intention- after saying that he turned towards me in an intimidating way- and I say the same, you better not forget it, I'm going to be number one, I'll sweep the floor with everyone and I'll crush you first- he said and then left.

-Don't worry Tn, he's like that with everyone- said Denki leaning on my shoulder.

- I know, but that still makes it annoying- I said sighing, a hand on my shoulder made me turn, Deku smiled kindly at me in support, thanks to him I relaxed, I smiled back and took his hand.

- Are we going? - I asked him as I walked towards the door, he nodded in response.

We both headed to the stadium after all, they were calling us. One by one we entered, a space packed with people, much more than I'm used to seeing, they occupied the stands and the space where we entered, most of the other classes looked at us with hatred, many comments and murmurs followed by insults directed towards us could be heard everywhere, apparently we had become the target of the other classes.

Midnigyh stood on stage, welcomed us, and called out the number one spot in the member exam, unfortunately that was Bakugou.

- Sensei, I promise you that I will be number one- he said to be booed by everyone, I sighed, if the situation was tense, now it was worse. The furious gaze of everyone followed him, when I realized, now the gazes were also focused on me, since the idiot could not think of a better idea than to come where I was- let me be clear, that goes for you too- he said to hit my forehead with his finger and continue walking.

After Bakugou's wonderful act, note the sarcasm, Midnight announced the first round, obstacle course, immediately I thought of the times we did training with this, everyone wants to kill you and you have to get safely to a corner, this will be a piece of cake. We positioned ourselves in a kind of tunnel, class A was scattered all over the place, it seems that, as they already said, camaraderie and friendship do not count here, everyone goes their own way.

We were all ready and positioned to advance, we were just waiting for the shot. I surreptitiously looked to my side, Bakugou was looking at the back of my neck as if he was going to rip my head off, I looked back to the front and Todoroki was watching us expressionless, the moment I heard the signal I stepped aside, luckily dodging the explosion that was aimed at my head, I heard Bakugou complain, clicking his tongue, but he still kept moving forward.

My sight turned to the front, the sound of ice freezing everything in its path alarmed me, unfortunately I reacted late and now I found myself stuck to the ground with my feet frozen, I looked up and was able to make eye contact with Todoroki who even looking at me froze everyone to get out of the place. I smiled to myself, I had underestimated them due to the fact of having dealt with experts, but I forgot that in this place there is no one normal either, with my tentacle I held on to him before he could escape, I caused him to lose his balance and fall, but I managed to get him to take me with him and easily get me out of the place where I was stuck, I ignored his furious gaze and continued running ignoring the angry screams of the others.

While my competitive side wanted to win, my vengeful side only told me to go after the hateful blonde and of course, revenge always wins, I didn't care about coming last, as long as I dragged him with me. While I was running all I did was watch the blonde's movements, waiting for the opportunity to attack, I saw my chance the moment he stopped dead, I thought about holding him and somehow making him unable to move forward, no matter who I should make a deal with or ask for help, I could even ask Mineta for it, but the moment I approached ready to catch him a gigantic hand wanted to hold him, not only him, but me too.

- AND THE FIRST OBSTACLE IS...- Mic shouted euphoric, a gigantic robot similar to the one that had ended up in a test was trying to hold us, Bakugou passed them without problems, with the help of his explosions he surpassed them, in my case I only limited myself to cutting my palm and doing exactly the same as the other time, I introduced the liquid through the holes in the head and when I saw that it was enough I hardened the blood to tear off the head, the robot fell with me luckily held in the air, I opened its hand with my tentacles and then jumped to the ground, my idea was to fall with the support of the tentacles centimeters from the ground, but when I was almost a meter from the ground, something soft was felt on my butt, then I heard a moan.

- !! WOW!! I wouldn't understand what this is, a day of bad or good luck Shoto Todoroki??- Mic asked animatedly, a dry blow was heard, and then the microphone went silent. At the same time I felt something very hot on my butt, I looked under me and realized that I was sitting on Todoroki's face.

-shit!!- I screamed unconsciously, trying to get up as quickly as possible. Todoroki looked at me with a frown and his face completely red, the hot part of Todoroki seemed to get hotter and hotter, thawing everything he had done, because of course, he had frozen almost all the robots, just to get under them, a perfect plan, if it hadn't been for me.- ehe- I just laughed and ran out of the place, not only because of the fact that the robots were going to end up falling on top of us, but also because of the fact that Todoroki was looking at me in a really intense way, I didn't know if he was going to kill me for embarrassing him or out of pure anger, either way, it seemed like at any moment I was going to end up charred.

I ran with all my strength to hear such a familiar laugh. I didn't even bother to turn around, I knew perfectly well who it was.

- That's your famous potential? - he mocked.

- Calm down Bakugou, I don't even think in a thousand years about using my "potential" on you, so don't even bother - I replied with a mocking smile, changing his for a grimace, my smile didn't last long either, after all we had reached a kind of cliff, with several columns connected by ropes, I stopped dead before falling, looked down and instantly stepped back, the bottom wasn't visible 'and we're supposed to be the extremes?' I thought remembering how they saw the creepypastas.

- SECOND OBSTACLE- Mic was heard again- if you fall out!! and if you don't want to, crawl babies!!- he said laughing.

- Extra scared?- Bakugou asked mockingly, to show me his middle finger and advance with his explosions, I couldn't advance or answer him, because no matter how angry I am, how the hell can that happen?

- Get out of the way- said Todoroki passing by me and crossing without problem with his ice, I looked back and realized that everyone was moving at high speed, it wouldn't take long for them to catch up with me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I took some distance back and ran towards the cliff to jump.

- BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING LITTLE GIRL??- Mic shouted scared as he saw me throwing myself into the void, however before falling I took out my tentacles to stick them into the side of the column and propel myself, advancing one by one in the same way, a sigh of relief was heard from Mic and another from Aizawa, although lower than the other.

When I reached the other end I could see how Todoroki had passed, winning first place, leaving me a clear path for the blonde.

- Hey Bakugou- I shouted when I found him running- you forgot my little gift- I said smiling.

- What? - he asked with a grimace, but immediately put himself on guard, because I took out my tentacles and held him by the foot, throwing him behind me, the exact moment when everyone was approaching, I had thrown him with everyone else, they would be in charge of holding Bakugou back as revenge and out of resentment.

- But what is this???- Mic asked into the microphone.

- A LITTLE SCORE- I answered happily, as I ran to reach Todoroki.

I tried to do exactly the same, but failed badly, the moment he saw my tentacle approaching he froze it, causing me to fall behind, I drew my blood and turning it into a knife I cut the frozen tip and kept running, this time keeping more distance. Todoroki didn't let himself be beaten by anything and increasingly created ice in my path, to hold me back. We arrived at an empty space, or at least that's what it seemed like, because at the entrance there was a giant sign that screamed danger.

- AND THE FINAL OBSTACLE...- Mic shouted- THE MINEFIELD!!! Be careful if you don't want to explode-

We both looked at each other, it was a matter of perspective and agility, we began to move quickly looking at the ground, we made a truce without needing to speak, neither of us tried to sabotage the other, instead we both tried to move forward on our own without exploding.

- GET ASIDE IDIOTS- Bakugou shouted from behind, advancing quickly thanks to his explosions, great was my surprise when one of them headed towards my face, causing me to step back and almost fall into a mine- Did you really think you could beat me with that?? idiot- he said between laughs to advance, I ran behind him, since he had taken our position and Todoroki was not staying out of the way, but had used his ice to advance alongside.

- BUT WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?? A NEW LEADER JUST TOOK THE POSITION FROM TODOROKI AND TN, WITH BAKUGOU KATSUKI IN FIRST PLACE!!!- Mic spoke again.

Before stepping on a mine I took out my tentacle and rose, placing it in the small space. The idea came to me a little late, but before wasting the opportunity I used my tentacles like a spider to advance towards them. I stood next to Bakugou, leaving him in the middle, joining forces with Todoroki to defeat him. He of course didn't let me and counterattacked with everything he had, growling and cursing at us.

- AND NOW A PLOT??- he asked euphorically- Todoroki and Ta join forces to dethrone Bakugou!!.- Every time Mic spoke the praises and screams from the audience were heard more and more.

A dull noise alarmed us, an explosion exactly, the three of us looked up to see Deku falling on Bakugou and Todoroki, causing an explosion, throwing them back and making us move forward in some strange way, we fell together next to each other, we both looked at each other without understanding what had happened, because I was not in Deku's plan, but seeing a small funny laugh come out of his mouth he didn't seem to care much or even like the idea, I smiled unconsciously.

Several grunts warned us of what was coming, and we both stood up in a second to start running with all our strength, since the mines were no longer visible and two dangerous and very annoying boys were coming for us. I looked back and Bakugou was preparing to explode our heads, while Todoroki looked determined to freeze us, I closed my eyes tightly and stopped for a second crouching at the exact moment when both of them aimed at my head, one with his explosions and the other with his ice, I took his feet with my tentacles and made them move back, leaving the way clear for Deku so he could at least take a big advantage, then I let go of Todoroki before he froze me and Bakugou before he exploded on me, but as soon as I let go of him I grabbed him again, this time by the stomach, causing him to fall even further behind and become completely enraged, he tried to explode my face, but before he could do it I hit his stomach and ran with all my strength, we had entered the tunnel and finally I saw the light getting closer and closer, when I felt an immense heat on the back of my neck, I threw myself to the floor to roll, at the exact moment when Bakugou passed over me with a kick prepared for me.

- FIRST PLACE MIDORIYA IZUKU, SECOND TODOROKI SHOTO AND THIRD.... TIE??- Mic wondered at the same time they showed the replay and it looked like while I was crossing the finish line rolling, Bakugou was doing the same only propelled by his explosions. The screen showed several scenes, to see the exact point where he arrived first, finally Bakugou's lock of hair was shown surpassing my elbow, a mocking laugh was his response, it seemed that he had forgotten being number one, since when he saw that he had beaten me he only had a triumphant smile on his face, he didn't get angry for not having arrived first, he was too focused on proving that he was better than me.

- Whatever- I said to leave.

- Your face doesn't look like you don't care- Bakugou said laughing.

- You no longer seem to care about not being first, but also not being second, number three- I answered in the same way, Bakugou's expression completely transformed, the confident look he had vanished and an expression of confusion and disbelief remained. I went to Deku hugging him and congratulating him for first place, Todoroki was behind me and although we had our confrontation, that was what it was about, so I approached him raising my fist to bump it- well done to you too- I told Ocon with a smile. Todoroki looked at my closed hand for a few seconds, slightly tilted his head as if it were a dog, ended up ignoring my signal and straightened up to continue talking to me with a slight smile.

- You did very well too, congratulations on fourth place- he said, I took his hand to force him to bump fists and not look like an idiot with my hand raised in front of everyone.

- In case you don't know, fist bumping is a way of saying that we did it or that we did a good job- I said smiling at him again and raising my fist again for a second chance.

- Well done- he said, gently bumping his fist against mine, his smile a little bigger than before, although it was still slight.

We waited for the others to arrive, and once we were all together in the stadium, the giant screen showed where each of us started. But it only counted up to 42nd place, as everyone else had been disqualified.

Midnigyh speaks and gives way to the 2nd test, competition x, then proceeded to tell that the result is equivalent to so many points for the game, there were rules to follow such as not throwing the rider and not purposely hurting the horses, the idea of ​​​​the game is simply to remove the band with points that they will wear on their heads. After explaining the rules, the number of points that each one would use would be equivalent to that of their group, making it clear that number 1 and the point to attack for everyone was Deku. Now we just had to make teams.

I stayed thinking for a while, my idea was to team up with Todoroki, I wasn't going to deny it, a part of me said it was a good chance to win having Bakugou, but I didn't. It generated enough security to know that he would respect the rules, I walked towards Todoroki or well his group, since he was talking to more people.

- Tn- an agitated Deku shouted as he ran towards me. I already guessed why, so I pretended I hadn't heard him and kept walking. I didn't have the balls to tell him that I preferred not to be in his group, after all, he is the target.

-TN- he shouted again, this time too close, I had no choice, so I turned around.

- What's wrong Deku? - I asked pretending innocence.

- I... You... PLEASE WOULD YOU BE PART OF MY TEAM??- he asked leaning over, with a serious look towards the floor, then he took a deep breath and looked at me with a slight expectant smile.

- Oh Deku, umm I... I'm sorr...- He looked at me without saying anything, he just looked at the ground and lowered his gaze slightly, keeping the smile he spoke again.

- Don't worry, I understand - he said slowly, from his expression I knew what my answer would be, but he still tried.

- We will be the best group - I answered sighing resignedly, I hugged him by the shoulders and asked him - Who are our companions?

Deku's face lit up, shedding a few tears and nodding respectfully at me a few times.

- I know that together we can beat them- she said wiping her tears and putting on her most serious expression- but I'm sorry, it's going to be hard to find someone who wants to be on our team-

- Deku!!- Uraraka shouted taking her friend's arm- can I be part of your team?- then she looked to her side and saw me- umm sorry, can I be on your team??- she asked nervously.

- See, there we have our third member - I encouraged him.

- Thank you Uraraka- he replied smiling, and trying to hide the tears that were coming out again- there's only one left- said Deku thoughtfully, while he wiped away his tears

[burntsecrets]

Sins & Sweaters

Pairing: Lucifer Morning Star, Reader Word Count: 742 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 4: christmas sweater Summary: Chloe ropes you and Lucifer into a Christmas sweater contest.  Warnings: mild language, holiday themes, light teasing/bullying, competitive behavior, festive over-the-top antics, brief mentions of Lucifer’s devilish nature, mild alcohol use A/N: I know days 4-8 are late, I thought I had queued them all up, but I guess I forgot. I went camping to take a break before I open my business. And it was so nice to detox, read, and go hiking with my doggo. 😊

The cozy glow of Christmas lights fills Lux, softening its usual sultry atmosphere. The holidays have crept in despite Lucifer’s best efforts to pretend they don’t exist. You’re perched on a barstool, swirling your drink idly while Lucifer plays a lazy melody on the piano. The notes fill the air like velvet, but the peaceful moment doesn’t last long.

The elevator dings, and in strides Chloe, her expression alight with purpose.

“Good evening, Detective,” Lucifer drawls without looking up from the keys. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you come to be dazzled by my musical brilliance?”

“Actually, no,” Chloe says, stepping closer and fixing him with a look. “I came to recruit you two.”

“Recruit us?” you ask, curious.

“For the precinct’s Christmas sweater contest,” she announces with a mischievous grin. “It’s for charity.”

Lucifer halts mid-chord, the sound reverberating ominously. “You want me—the Devil, the epitome of class and sophistication—to degrade myself with some... knitted monstrosity?”

“It’s festive, and it’s for a good cause,” Chloe says with mock patience. Then she adds the real kicker: “Dan’s already signed up.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrow. You can practically see the flames of indignation flicker behind them. “Detective, you insult me. I would never stoop to such frivolity.”

You exchange a glance with Chloe, both of you holding back a smile. If there’s one thing Lucifer can’t resist, it’s outdoing Dan.

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For the next week, Lucifer insists he won’t participate. “I have a reputation to uphold,” he declares more than once. But you notice little hints—secret phone calls, the way he eyes the rack of sequined sweaters at a boutique during one of your strolls through the city. Something is brewing.

Meanwhile, you find your own sweater: a bright green monstrosity with blinking reindeer noses. It’s charming in its hideousness, and you can’t wait to see the precinct’s reactions. You expect Lucifer to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t even comment, too preoccupied with whatever scheme is unfolding in his head.

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The night of the contest, Lux transforms into a surprisingly festive venue. The bar is draped with garlands, and soft jazz renditions of Christmas carols play in the background. When Lucifer emerges from his penthouse, your jaw nearly hits the floor.

His sweater is an event. Custom-made and impossible to ignore, it’s a red velvet masterpiece adorned with golden devil horns, sequined flames, and glittering stars. LED lights pulse along the edges, and every movement sets off a jazzy rendition of "Santa Baby."

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, stifling laughter.

“I never kid about fashion, darling,” he replies, striking a pose.

“What happened to being above all this?”

“If I must endure the indignity of participation,” he says with a smirk, “I’ll do so magnificently.”

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The contest is as chaotic as you’d hoped. Chloe is decked out in a knitted sweater with working Christmas lights. Dan jingles with every step in a sweater so covered in ornaments you wonder how he can move. Ella’s sweater features a full nativity scene, complete with a miniature star that actually twinkles. But when you and Lucifer step into the spotlight, the crowd erupts.

He plays it up, spinning you dramatically to show off the coordinated design he somehow convinced you to wear—a matching sweater adorned with tiny velvet flames. His hand lingers at your back as he bows, relishing the cheers.

The two of you easily take first place, a fact Lucifer brags about loudly as the night goes on.

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Much later, when the party dwindles to a few stragglers nursing their drinks, you find Lucifer back at the bar. He’s still wearing his over-the-top sweater, the golden horns catching the light as he sips champagne.

“Admit it,” you tease, sliding onto the stool beside him. “You had fun.”

He tilts his head, considering. “I don’t know if ‘fun’ is the word I’d use.”

“Luce.”

He sighs, the corners of his mouth curving into a reluctant smile. “Fine. It wasn’t... entirely dreadful.”

You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He raises his glass, his smirk returning. “Let it be known, though, that this moment of festive indulgence was for the sake of victory. Nothing more.”

But as his gaze drifts to the trophy sitting proudly on the bar, you catch the faintest hint of something softer in his expression. Even the Devil, it seems, isn’t immune to a little holiday spirit.