#I’ll just curl up and snooze a while

[wiznt-he-wonderful]

I find my brain hilarious sometimes because only under the pressure of “hey I suddenly have to finish a big project by the weekend” is the only time I can sit down and write several hundred words of a fanfic within minutes

Anyway I’m writing The Wizard x reader fanfic so-

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine [8] - Scorching

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You’re amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: The morning after can be peaceful.

Word Count: 4244

CW: Explicit language, mentions of sex, drinking, adult themes MDNI

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There was a reason why you kept telling everyone you couldn’t do casual. You had tried it numerous times, and every single time you ended up getting attached but this?

With Logan?

This was a whole different level.

When the alarm pulled you out of the deep haze of sleep, it took you a couple of seconds to be able to even lift your arm to grab your phone. Your whole body felt sore in the most pleasant way as you pulled back from the warmth and rolled to your side to check the time on the screen before hitting snooze, and while you were more than ready to fall back to sleep, the urge disappeared immediately the moment you heard Logan’s groan.

It was almost insane how you were still hungry for him. The dawn was breaking by the time you had fallen asleep -to be honest, you were quite sure you had passed out- but as soon as you turned around and your eyes fell on him, the spark of the familiar fire of desire shot through you, making your lips curl into a smile. He ran a hand over his eyes as if trying to get rid of any trace of sleep before he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Morning,” you said softly and he pulled you closer to himself and cupped your cheek to brush his lips against yours, coaxing a sigh out of you.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You could feel your heart skipping a beat at his morning voice and you rested your chin on his chest, fiddling with the dog tags hanging from the chain around his neck as he brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Feeling okay?”

“More than okay,” you said and thought for a moment. “I’ll have to ask if Jamie knows someone who can teach me how to walk again but zero regrets.”

A chuckle vibrated deep in his chest and you beamed at him, turning the tags in your hand. He ran his fingertips up and down your spine, awakening goosebumps on your skin and you pecked him on the lips but the moment you pulled away, he pulled you back so that he could kiss you again. He rolled over so that he could get on top of you, making you let out a happy squeal before the loud alarm of your phone went off again and you hit snooze once more.

“Call in sick,” Logan murmured and you tried to focus, scratching at the nape of his neck softly but before you could say anything, his phone started vibrating somewhere on the floor-you were guessing in his jean pockets. He dropped his head to the croak of your neck, making you giggle.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?”

“Nope.”

“But it could be important.”

You could almost feel his smirk. “I swear to you, nothing is more important than this.”

“Someone could be dying!”

“They should find a doctor then.”

“Logan!” you exclaimed, pushing at his broad shoulders and he lifted his head with a sigh, then grabbed his phone off the floor with a sigh. You toyed with the tags swinging above your face as he looked down at you with a fond light in his eyes before dipping his head to give you a small kiss on the lips, then answered the phone.

“What do you want?”

Your jaw dropped as you squeezed at his hand beside your head.

“Be nice!”

He shook his head slightly, his brows pulling into a frown.

“Find someone else,” he told the person on the other line and rolled his eyes. “I’m not at the mansion right now Scott, I can’t go up to the roof—” he stopped talking as Scott said something you couldn’t hear, making his frown deepen. “How the fuck do you know where I am?”

You tilted your head to the left while he heaved a furious sigh, then gritted his teeth.

“Just wait there,” he snapped and hung up, a growl rumbling in his chest before he cleared his throat and put the phone down.

“I’m really sorry princess,” he said softly, turning to you. “I…I’m going to kill Scott, but I gotta go.”

The change in his tone almost gave you a whiplash. You knew he was annoyed, if not angry at Scott, but there was no trace of that snappy tone he used with him when he spoke to you; instead his voice was gentle, and held none of that sharp edge it held just a moment ago. You could feel a smile curling your lips and you nodded your head.

“No problem,” you said. “Is everything okay?”

“He brought the jet here.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Sorry?”

“Yeah, waiting on the roof right now.”

“This roof?”

“This roof,” he said. “I have no idea how he knew where I was.”

You grabbed his phone and waved it at him. “This maybe?”

A look of realization dawned on his face.

“Right,” he muttered before kissing you on the lips and you giggled, cupping his cheek before pulling back to look up at him.

“Your friends are waiting,” you told him and he heaved a sigh, then pecked you again and got off of you to grab his clothes. You let your eyes roam his naked body hungrily while he put his clothes on but as soon as you rolled over to his side, you felt the significant dip that made you frown before the memory hit you.

You—

Oh.

You had in fact broken the bed last night.

You pulled yourself to the edge of the bed to hang down halfway, trying to see under the bed and you reached down to feel underneath the frame where it had broken but Logan stopped you.

“Don’t, it’ll cut you,” he said and reached down before you felt the unmistakable sound of metal bending into its place.

“Oops,” you said with a giggle and he smirked at you, crouching down to get to your level while you rested your chin on your hand, still on the edge of the bed.

“It should be good for now,” he said. “I’ll fix it when I get back, okay sweetheart?”

You nodded your head, beaming up at him.

“When will you be back?” you asked, your voice soft and he stole a kiss from your lips, his fingers caressing your hair.

“Scott seems to think it’ll take the whole weekend and if we’re not back on Monday, I’ll leave him there and come back.”

“You would never.”

“I might,” he muttered, making you let out a small laugh.

“But seriously, it’s fine,” you insisted. “I’m going to be with Theo whole weekend, it’s not as if we’d be able to see each other until Monday.”

He paused as if he hadn’t considered that before nodding his head.

“Right,” he said. “Of course.”

“See you on Monday then,” you said with a smile and he pecked you on the lips, then pressed a kiss on the top of your bed and straightened his back.

“Be careful, please?”

“Always am,” you said. “And you too.”

He shot you a smirk before walking out of the room and you heard the front door open before it closed again and you heaved a sigh, then rolled onto your back and smiled to yourself. You pressed your fingertips on your lips, then attempted to sit up but your eyes widened as all your muscles protested, and you took a deep breath.

“Moving slow today,” you muttered to yourself. “So worth it.”

                                        *

You’d always liked weekends but ever since Theo had started attending the school for the gifted, weekends was becoming your favorite time of the week. You missed Theo so terribly from Monday to Friday, so every weekend you tried to make sure he was happy to be home. You would take him on picnics, to movies, to wherever he wanted to see and always made sure to cook and bake his favorites so that when he went back to school, he knew he still had a home to go back to whenever he wanted.

So, your weekend with Theo had gone well. You took him to a new exhibition in one of his favorite museums and had a documentary night at home with his favorite snacks, as it was your tradition before he started school.

He was also beyond happy to have Cheeto and Popcorn. He had hugged you and told you that you were the best mom ever, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make the tears rush to your eyes.

When Monday arrived and you dropped him off to school, you had texted Logan but apparently he still wasn’t back. You could almost hear him grumbling about it even if it was on text, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit disappointed, but you knew you had to go to work anyway so the best-case scenario you would be seeing him in the evening even if he were back.

But apparently, Theo had forgotten his book home so after work, you had to drop by home and drive to his school to drop it off.

“So,” Julie’s voice reached you from the speaker of the phone as you kept your eyes on the road. “Is Mr. Break Your Bed gonna be there?”

“I don’t think so,” you said with a small grin. “I texted him but he hasn’t seen it yet. And either way, he probably won’t be back by the midnight, so…”

“Maybe a midnight visit then?”

“I mean I don’t want to be pushy but…” you trailed off. “I hope so. Can you have withdrawals when it comes to sex? Because I’m pretty sure I’m having withdrawals.”

“It’s barely Monday evening,” she said. “You’re not having withdrawals, you’re just horny.”

“Julie, that night changed me,” you said. “I’m a changed woman now.”

“I’m happy for you but how about we slow down for a moment?”

“I think at some point my soul left my body.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It was floating in space or something.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I saw myself in an alternate universe and she was also with Logan.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“Julie—”

 “I’m really proud of you for having orgasms but at the risk of sounding like Jamie,” she cut you off. “You need to take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. I don’t care how good he is in bed, let’s keep in mind that he’s still just a guy.”

“I am calm.”

“You’re not calm,” she said. “We’re on family account so I know you listened to Crazy in Love - Fifty Shades of Grey remix on loop all night last night.”

“I was making a trailer for me and Logan in my head.”

“Which doesn’t fall under the category of being calm.”

You took a deep breath, lazily turning the steering wheel.

“You know how much I support you getting laid,” Julie said. “But let’s not put the guy up on a pedestal just because he’s great in bed. Please?”

“I’m not doing that,” you said, your voice coming out way too petulant. “It’s just…you know, I’m happy.”

“And that makes me happy,” she assured you. “I promise you. But I don’t want you to get hurt, so let’s go slow with this whole thing with Logan.”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah I know,” you said as you pulled over, looking up at the mansion. “Gotta go, I’ll call you?”

“Okay!”

“Love you!”

“Love you too sunshine,” she said and hung up, and you grabbed your phone off the holder before stepping out of the car. You knew Logan wasn’t there, but you still felt your heart skipping a happy beat and made your way into the mansion.

Considering it was late in the evening, Theo and the most of the younger students had to have gone to bed, and you didn’t want to wake him up from his sleep just to give him his book. Some of the older students were around so you stopped the closest guy and smiled at him.

“Um, hi.”

His eyes widened as he looked at you, then he looked up at the ceiling as if forcing himself to drag his gaze away.

“Hi miss—ma’am,” he said and you tilted your head.

“Uh, are you okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he stammered. “I just have been told not to even look at…how—how may I help you?”

“I was wondering where Professor X is,” you said even though you were confused about why he refused to look at you. “I’ll give him Theo’s book, I’m his mom.”

“I know,” he said. “I can give it to him tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Oh that’d be wonderful, thank you!” you said as he took the book from you and you frowned.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Caleb!” someone called out and he turned his head, then nodded.

“I’d better go,” he said. “Uh, see you around—or not! Not see you around, I’ll just…” he waved his hand vaguely before walking away from you in a hurry, and you leaned on your hip.

“Well that was weird,” you muttered to yourself and turned around to make your way through the hallway but as soon as you turned the corner, someone pulled you by the arm, making you let out a squeal before you saw who it was, your heartbeat getting faster in a second.

Logan.

He had to have just stepped out of the shower judging by his wet hair. His hazel eyes was shining with that fond light they always held whenever he looked at you, making your chest feel all warm as a smile curled his lips.

“Hi princess.”

“Hi!” you chirped, smiling wide at him, painfully aware of the heart eyes you were giving him. “You’re back!”

He hummed, dipping his head to pull you into a kiss and you heaved a pleasant sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck when his arm sneaked around your waist to press your body to his.

“I didn’t know you were back,” you said when you pulled back to look up at him and he stroked your cheekbone.

“Arrived like half an hour ago,” he said. “I heard your voice when I stepped out of the shower. What are you doing here?”

“Theo forgot his book,” you said. “I texted you actually, but…”

“My phone died,” he mumbled apologetically and you let out a laugh.

“Why do I get the feeling you and technology don’t get along well?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Maybe.”

“How was the mission?”

“It was good,” he said. “Missed you though.”

Happiness bloomed in your chest, making you beam at him. “Did you?”

He hummed and stole another kiss from you, entwining his fingers with yours before stepping back and tugging at your hand.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

He shot you a playful smile, making your stomach do a happy flip.

“Well, like I said, I missed you,” he said, pulling you to himself to peck you on the lips again. “And my room is closer than your place.”

                                                   *

Okay.

Well—

Perhaps you weren’t exactly going slow.

Perhaps sex with Logan was making you plan your future cabin in the woods but as long as you kept it to yourself, you figured it was fine.

You had no idea what time you had fallen asleep but when you woke up to your stomach growling, it was still midnight. You looked up at Logan’s sleeping figure before smiling to yourself, and very carefully moved in the bed but as soon as you turned around, Logan threw an arm over your waist to pull you back to him.

“Where are you going?” he muttered into your hair, his voice still sleepy and you let out a giggle, squeezing at his arm.

“Burning energy leads to hunger, strange as it sounds,” you said. “Aren’t you hungry?”

You could hear his smirk; “Nah, I ate.”

A fire spread over your face as you pulled the pillow from under your head to smack it on his arm, making him chuckle.

“Want me to get you something?” he asked and you thought for a moment, then shook your head.

“I don’t know what I want, so I’ll check the kitchen,” you said as you sat up in the bed and grabbed your dress but tilted your head when you saw the broken zipper. You raised your brows and held it up, throwing a look at him over your shoulder and he held up his hands.

“Sorry about that.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t sound very sorry.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

You scrunched up your nose at him, narrowing your eyes.

“I’m so stealing your clothes tomorrow before going to my place,” you told him and grabbed his shirt to put it on, then got up from the bed despite your muscles protesting every single movement. He got up as well and got into his jeans then followed you out of the room.

It was clear that everyone was asleep, the hallway completely dark and empty, and you smiled when Logan threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. Entwining your fingers with his, you let him lead you to the kitchen downstairs and as soon as you took a step to the fridge, he slapped your butt, making you whirl around with a gasp.

“People are sleeping!” you whispered, pointing a finger at him while trying your hardest not to laugh, then opened the fridge door to see what was inside. You hummed, then took out some bread, butter and cheese and held them up.

“You want some grilled cheese sandwich?”

“Sure,” he said with a soft smile on his face and you nodded, then kicked the fridge door close to make your way to the counter.

“At the risk of sounding arrogant,” you said. “I make a killer grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Yeah?” he asked, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, dipping his head to bury his nose to the crook of your neck. A giggle escaped from your lips as you fidgeted in his arms.

“Logan!”

“You smell so good.”

“I highly doubt that,” you retorted, cutting the cheese. “We’ve been um…busy for hours.”

You could feel his smirk against your skin; “Busy?”

“Stop,” you chided him lightheartedly, your cheeks burning a little as you held up a piece of cheese over your shoulder for him to bite it. You popped the rest into your mouth, then looked around.

“Where’s the pan?”

“It’s—” Logan started, but raised his head to look behind him, making you frown.

“What?”

“You don’t want Theo to know yet, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“He’s awake, coming here,” he muttered, stepping back from you and you frowned but before you could ask anything, you heard the familiar footsteps.

Uh oh.

Any observer would’ve been able to tell what was happening, considering Logan was only in his jeans, and you were in his flannel but Theo was still little and you hadn’t brought anyone home before so you knew he wouldn’t be able to understand. Either way, you fixed your hair hurriedly and threw your shoulders back when Theo appeared at the entrance, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses with his fist, then he lowered his hand to pull his brows together.

“Mommy?”

“Bean!” you said breathlessly and smiled at him. “Hi. Why are you awake?”

Theo blinked a couple of times as if trying to focus, then fixed his glasses, his lips pulled into a pout.

“What are you doing here?”

You exchanged glances with Logan who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, then you turned to Theo.

“I brought your book and the car broke down so I decided to spend the night here,” you lied. “You were already asleep when I got here. What are you doing up?”

“I was thirsty,” he said through his pout and Logan filled a glass of water to give it to you so that you could give it to Theo. “Hi Mr. Logan.”

“Hi bub.”

Theo downed the water and gave the glass back to you, then hugged your legs with a small whine. You smiled to yourself and lifted him up for him to wrap his arms and legs around you like a little koala, and leaned his head to your chest with a yawn.

“Want me to carry him to bed?” Logan asked and Theo frowned, then shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

“We get a bit cranky when we’re sleepy,” you whispered to Logan and pressed a kiss on top of Theo’s hair. “It’s fine, right bean?”

Theo nodded quietly.

“His room is—”

“Down the hallway, I know,” you told Logan with a smile. “Be right back.”

You walked out of the kitchen with Theo in your arms, humming an old song that used to put Theo to sleep when he was a baby. He mumbled something in his sleep and you reached the half open door of his room, then pushed it to step in.

Theo having a room to himself wasn’t something you had thought about when you enrolled him but when you came to pick him up at the end of his first week, Professor X had informed you that it was a precaution, after all Theo still didn’t know how to control his very destructive powers so it was both for his safety and the other students’. You could see his books on the table and his animal drawings on the walls, as well as him in a superhero suit. You repressed a smile, then gently put him down on his bed and pulled the covers over him.

“Mommy?”

“Yes my love?” you whispered, stroking over his hair before taking his glasses off to put them on his bedside table. Theo yawned.

“I had a dream about Cheeto and Popcorn.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm,” he said drowsily. “They’re friends right? Best friends?”

You smiled to yourself.

“They are,” you said. “And they love you.”

 Theo hugged his pillow tighter, already half asleep. “Love you mommy.”

“Love you too bean,” you said, pressing a kiss on his forehead before pulling back to see whether he could hear you but he was deep asleep already. You smiled to yourself and heaved a sigh, then made your way back to the kitchen where Logan was already turning the sandwich in the pan on the stove.

“Hottest chef I’ve ever seen,” you joked as you jumped to sit on the counter and he gave you a smile.

“I doubt making grilled sandwich counts as being a chef.”

“It totally does,” you told him and he put it on a plate, then put it in your lap.

“Here.”

“Yay!” you said and took a bite, then closed your eyes. “Ugh, I love bread.”

Logan chuckled, making you open your eyes as you chewed on your bite, then swallowed it.

“You’re great with him, you know?” Logan asked and you pulled your brows together in confusion before the realization dawned on you.

“With Theo?” you asked and let out a small laugh. “Well, comes with the territory.”

“Not at all,” Logan said. “Not every parent is like that.”

A bright smile lit up your face.

“Thank you,” you said. “For saying that. It means more than you know. Half of the time I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Logan said. “He’s the happiest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your smile widening and he nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“Good,” you said. “I mean his happiness is the most important thing for me. Everything else comes secondary to that, even myself which is…not something I thought was possible before.”

That soft light was shining in his eyes again and you took a deep breath, then scrunched up your nose.

“Sorry,” you said as you put down the sandwich in the plate. “This is the part where people get scared.”

He hummed, leaning his hands on either side of you, caging you in, making your heart skip a happy beat and a mischievous smirk curled his lips.

“Do I strike you as a man who gets scared?” he asked and a small giggle climbed up your throat.

“No,” you admitted. “But…”

“But?”

“But I’d get it if you did.”

He shook his head, his hazel gaze locked in yours.

“Not gonna happen.”

You could feel the warmth spreading from your chest to your whole body and you leaned in to press a feathery kiss on his lips.

“Good,” you managed to say. “I happen to like having you around, and your cooking skills aren’t so bad.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Could use some more practice but I figure two hundred years is a bit early to learn and—Logan!” you squealed as he took the plate to put it beside you on the counter, then pulled you to himself, making you slide on the counter, a laugh escaping from you before you covered your mouth.

“People are sleeping!” you reminded him again and he shrugged his shoulders, that irresistible smile curling his lips again.

“Well,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you again as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a pleasant sigh. “Guess you’re gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart.”

9 - Tranquility

[midorimooon]

bad timing | hawks x sidekick! reader

word count - 1.5k notes - just a drabble featuring reader as hawks's sidekick. no plot, just these two flirting and having inappropriate work relations. warnings - suggestive, no smut! just humor and banter. allusion to erection.

Something pelts your shoulder, plopping at your feet.  Clicking your tongue, your bleary eyes blink at the hacky sack on the floor.

You look up, frowning. “Can I help you?”

A red feather plucks up the hacky sack and drops it onto Hawks’s palm. He tilts his head, assessing you. “What’s with the slow motion? You look tiiiiired.”

On cue, a yawn slips out before you can stop it. Between the late-night patrol and reporting back to Hawks’s agency at the crack of dawn, your sharp motor skills have turned to cotton, leaving you exhausted. Sidekick duties never seem to end. 

You shrug, failing to cover another, more hefty yawn. “I’m fine.”

Hawks snorts a mimicry of your own voice. “’I’m fine’. Says someone who’s dead on her feet.”

“I’m fine,” you echo, rubbing the corner of your eye. “Just a little sleepy. I’ll wake up in a bit.”

Ice rattles as a full cup of coffee is shaken before your face. Hawks urges you to take his drink. “Here, this’ll help.”

Your nose wrinkles and you inch away. “Don’t like coffee.”

Hawks sips on the straw, smacking his lips. “Then sleep.”

Another yawn springs forth. “Right...I'll just snooze while on the clock."

"Who cares? Have a nap." He gestures to the couch, beaming with mischief. “It’s big enough for the both of us. Did you know I’m a good cuddler?”

Your frown deepens. “Don’t you have paperwork? Or a meeting elsewhere? Interns to train?”

Unfazed, Hawks shrugs. “All of the above, but those can wait. I’m more concerned about my sidekick. She needs my attention right now…” His voice drops into a playful purr as he motions forward. 

You step backward, maintaining an HR-appropriate distance. It’s obvious where Hawks wants this to go. You can decipher his tells at a distance—how his eyes rake up your body, snagging on your lips as he bites his own, all without shame too. Then comes the crooning in his voice, the pride whenever he says my sidekick, and how he knows you’re just as shameless as he is. 

The corner of your mouth curls, proving him right time and time again.   

Is it professional? Of course not. But you both have a pulse, unable to ignore that sweet, sexual tension that’s been brewing since you signed with his agency. 

You’ve both mastered this dance between boss and subordinate. It’s always business in front of others. Strictly maintaining a professional and platonic façade with the public wasn’t hard either.

What’s hard was the endless close proximity to him. On assignment, there were other sidekicks tagging along, and the occasional intern from UA. 

Still, that never stopped either of you from exchanging heated looks and sometimes touches when no one was looking. The rare moments when there was no one around often tested those professional boundaries, like right now. 

Because despite it all, there remains that fine line you’ve yet to cross. Him on one side, you on the other. Only time will tell when and who will be the first to throw caution to the wind and cross over. 

You know it won’t be you. At least not now…

“Hawks…” The back of your legs hit the couch’s armrest, only aware that Hawks had led you there with every forward step. 

If he wants to (you want, too, but you keep that to yourself), Hawks could coax you on your back with his charm. But you stay resilient, pretend that your pulse isn’t racing. “That paperwork’s not gonna do itself.”

He quirks a brow, taking your chin in his gloved hand. “Neither am I.”

The double-meaning behind his words is almost enough to have you break. 

Before his lips could mesh with yours, you turn away, yawning loudly, and ruining the mood. “I should catch up with the others.”

Hawks expels a dramatic sigh. “Why do you hate me?”

You laugh. “Who said that?”

“It’s true. You’re always running off to hang with them.” His fingers trail the neckline of your uniform. “What about me? I get lonely too.”

You lift a brow. “They are in the same pay range as me. And you—” You poke a finger to his toned chest to no avail. “Have a laundry list of shit to do today.”

Hawks takes your hand, pressing it against the side of his face. “Later. Got other priorities.”

“Hawks, I’m fine.”

“You’re tense and tired.” He nuzzles into your palm, kissing your fingertips. “Let me help you relax. My sidekick needs to blow off steam and I want to help her.”

“What about your other sidekicks? They could use some of your TLC too,” you tease. 

“They’re fine,” Hawks muses, running your fingers along his lips. “Don’t tell them this.” Suddenly his voice drops to a murmur. “But you’re my favorite.”

You roll your eyes to mask the heat crawling up your neck. Of course, you knew that already, but it still made you weak-kneed to hear him say it. 

“So? What do you say?” He perks up, hopeful and charming. “Let your hero Hawks help you…”

Before you could reiterate the bad timing, a gasp rushes out of you. 

Hawks had managed to slip your middle finger into his mouth, biting down to interrupt you. “I can start with tongue,” he mumbles, sucking on your finger. 

For a moment, you’re spellbound, gawking at his plush lips wrapped around your finger. Your mind blanks, elusive to all thought. 

“Have I convinced you yet?” Hawks bites down again, sharper than before. 

You hiss, reeling your hand free so abruptly, you fall back. 

Soft leather catches your fall. You get a glimpse of the overhead lights before Hawks crawls over you, wings fanned out and a halo limns behind his head. 

“Look at that, you changed your mind after all,” he croons with a noticeable edge. Despite the ramifications, you’re relieved when bears down to kiss you. 

It’s not a soft kiss either. It’s full of vigor and desperation—

Fury.

After months and months of toeing the line between hero and sidekick, this is how your first kiss with Hawks should feel. 

Tossing caution to the wind, you match his rhythm. It’s a stroke of tongues, an exchange of desperate noise, an all-consuming hunger to devour the other. 

You break apart for air, a thin thread of saliva tethering your lips to his. “Hawks…”

“Keigo,” he growls. “As cool as Hawks sounds, I’d rather you hear you moan my name.” 

Your skin heats both at his authority and the intimate request. “Keigo…” you husk, watching his eyes darken. 

Something akin to satisfaction flashes behind his eyes. He leans in again.

As his lips ghost yours, a loud buzzing rumbles against the couch’s cushion. Seconds later, another noise joins the first.

You recognize them to be your phones, alerting you both of an emergency nearby. 

Hawks groans, sinking his face into your shoulder. “Why?”

The buzzing persists, urgent and dire, you know neither of you can wait any longer.

“Rain check,” you say, shifting under Hawks’s weight. 

He shakes his head, keeping you pinned. “Five minutes…” He slots his mouth over yours like he won’t get this chance again. 

All you hear is the rush of adrenaline in your ears until—

Knock, knock, knock. 

“Hawks!” a voice calls out from behind the office doors. “We received the emergency alert.”

Bless his new intern, Tsukuyomi. 

“Bad timing, birdman.” You manage to slip away, and Hawks begrudgingly lets you. 

He huffs, sending his feathers to gather his visor and headphones. He does a quick a onceover on his phone to assess the emergency and gets on his feet. 

“I’ll lead Tsukuyomi and the others,” you offer, heading towards the door. 

“I’ll come with you.” Hawks follows but you stop him. 

“No, you get a head start and take the window.” 

“The window?” Hawks’s brows furrow together, clueless for a second, then follows where your eyes have drifted to. He puffs out a shameless laugh, reminded of his raging erection, visible beneath his belt. “Ah…right. Should take care of this…”

Hero work can be so cruel. 

You’re equally disappointed. Finally, giving in to temptation and the world decides to burn. 

Now that you’ve had a sample, you couldn’t care less anymore about the ramifications. You and Hawks could deal with all that at a later date. 

You reach out to stroke his jaw, admiring how your touch makes his throat roll in a slow gulp. “I’m off at 7p, remember?”

His eyes are alight. “Meet me here.”

He tries to steal a kiss, but you dodge it, reminding him, “Emergency now. That couch…later.”

[galaxy-stardust]

Simon Ghost Riley x you

Gift from Simon 🐾

Part 3

The days passed too quickly. It always felt like time slipped through your fingers whenever Simon was home. Before you knew it, he was standing in the hallway, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, Shadow sitting obediently by your feet. She had grown surprisingly disciplined with Simon’s training, though you knew her progress was also thanks to the bond you’d been building with her.

Simon crouched down, scratching behind Shadow’s ears. “You take care of her, yeah?” he said to the puppy, who wagged her tail in response.

“She’s not the one you need to worry about,” you said softly, your arms crossed as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

Simon stood, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He reached out, his gloved hand brushing your cheek. “You’ll be fine, love. You’re stronger than you think.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I just wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I know,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “But I’ll call when I can. And I’ll come back to you.”

With one last lingering look, he turned and walked out the door, leaving the apartment feeling colder and emptier than it had in weeks.

The first few days were the hardest. Shadow sensed your unease, staying close to you wherever you went. She’d curl up at your feet while you worked and nudge you with her nose when you seemed particularly down.

Late one night, as you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone, it buzzed with a new message.

Simon: Still awake, love?

Your heart leapt at the sight of his name. You quickly typed back.

You: Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. Are you okay?

There was a pause before his reply.

Simon: I’m fine. Long day, but I needed to hear from you.

You: I miss you.

Simon: I miss you too. Tell me about your day. How’s Shadow?

You smiled, glancing at the puppy snoozing beside you.

You: She’s doing great. She’s learned “stay” and “come” without treats now. But she keeps trying to steal my socks.

Simon: Smart girl. She’s keeping you on your toes.

You: She’s doing her best to fill the void you left.

The typing indicator blinked for a moment before his response came through.

Simon: I’m sorry I have to leave, love. You mean the world to me.

Your chest tightened, and you hesitated before typing back.

You: I know. Just come back to me in one piece, okay?

Simon: Always. Get some rest, yeah? I’ll call when I can.

Weeks passed, and Shadow grew more confident and skilled. You worked with her daily, reinforcing the commands Simon had taught her and adding new ones. She’d gone from a clumsy, playful puppy to a well-trained companion, though her mischievous streak still peeked through.

One evening, as you sat on the floor playing tug-of-war with Shadow, your phone buzzed with an incoming call. You scrambled to answer it, your heart racing when you saw Simon’s name.

“Hey,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hey, love,” Simon’s deep voice rumbled through the phone. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m okay. Just tired. Shadow’s been keeping me busy.”

“I’ll bet. She giving you trouble?”

“Only when she’s stealing my socks,” you said with a small laugh.

Simon chuckled. “She’s got good taste, then.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt heavy with unspoken words. Finally, you broke the silence. “How are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice softening. “Just tired like you. Long days, but thinking about you helps.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you bit your lip. “What do you think about?”

“You, in our bed. Curled up with Shadow. Or the way you look in the morning, hair all messy, wearing my shirt.” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver down your spine. “I miss touching you, holding you. I miss your laugh, your smile… everything.”

Your breath hitched. “Simon…”

“I’ll be home soon,” he said, his tone filled with quiet promise. “And when I am, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

You smiled through the tears that pricked your eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The next few weeks flew by as you focused on work and Shadow’s training. She’d grown noticeably larger, her once floppy ears now standing tall. She was fiercely loyal, sticking to your side during walks and alerting you to any strange sounds in the apartment.

One evening, as you prepared dinner, Shadow suddenly perked up, her tail wagging furiously as she ran to the door. You frowned, wiping your hands on a towel before following her.

The knock on the door made your heart leap. You rushed to open it, and there he was—Simon, his duffle bag at his feet, Shadow practically vibrating with excitement as she jumped up to greet him.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice warm and tired.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “You’re home.”

“I told you I’d come back,” he murmured, holding you tightly.

Shadow barked happily at your feet, and Simon chuckled. “Missed me too, did you, girl?”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still gripping his jacket. “You’re staying for a while this time, right?”

“For as long as I can,” he promised, his dark eyes soft as they met yours.

In that moment, with Simon back and Shadow by your side, the loneliness that had haunted you disappeared. For now, you were whole again.

[satorusugurugurl]

Wake Up Call

Summary: Nanami Kento does everything in his power to try to wake you up for a meeting. But damn you're too cute!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 942

Warning: fluff, suggestive

A/N: Staring Fluffy Fridays! Every Friday you’ll get a fluffy one shot/drabble! 😘💚 I have a severe sinus infection, so I’ll be at home all weekend working on requests and stuff! Antibiotics here we go!! (totally not rolling on the floor in pain)🥲

The annoying buzzing of your phone pulled you away from the cozy sheets. Whining in protest, you smother your face back into the sheets. Nanami watched you from the bedroom door, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were so adorable when you were sleepy like this.

Your alarm kept blaring, making you throw the covers over your face, clung Nanami in that he needed to step in. He trod carefully over to you, his palm gently pressing against your upper arm and moving his hand up and down in gentle strokes, watching you stir slightly, heavy eyelids lifting to gaze at him.

“Love, you need to wake up.”

“Mmm.” You protested, shoving your face into his pillow that you spooned.

“That was the third time you snoozed your alarm. You asked me to wake you up, do you remember?” strands of your hair fell over your face as you hummed. “You have a meeting this morning with Gojo and Yaga.” Surely your boyfriend thought that would do the trick, but you didn't budge.”Love, your meeting concerns the curriculum you're starting on barriers.” You cuddled the pillow more, moaning softly.

Nanami hated seeing you so tired. You have been working so hard for the last month. Working overtime, skipping meals, not getting enough sleep. All of those factors spoke volumes about your character. You were hard-working and devoted to making the world a better case, ridding it of one curse at a time. Regardless of how strong your work ethic was, you also needed some time to rest and unwind. Nanami wanted you to sleep, but he also knew how hard you worked on your presentation for the meeting. A meeting a particular coworker wouldn’t shut up over if you were to show up at the last minute.

“Gojo is going to tease you if you show up late.”

“Mmm, stupid blindfolded bastard.” You slurred, curling in on yourself. “He makes’ fun of me Imma snap that dirty blindfold against his face like a rubber band.”

Nanami sputtered a laugh, his large hand reaching up to stifle it. You were so cute and blunt when you were sleepy like this! Nanami turned the opposite way, laughing harder into his palm, cheeks flushed while his shoulders shook.

“Sorry to break it to you,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but you’ll have to get through his infinity to do that.”

“Minor setback,”

“My love.” his freehand trailed down, gently massaging your hip, peeking out from underneath the sheet. You didn’t move, breathing deeper as you slowly drifted back to sleep. “Come on, you need to get up.”

“Ken~ five more minutes, please~”

With a glance at his watch, Nanami sighed in defeat. You’d still have time to make it to work if you picked up breakfast to go. He could put in a mobile order; that way, you could sleep in just a bit more like you wanted. Like he wanted, you deserved to get as much rest as possible.

“Fine, I’m snoozing your alarm for eight minutes,” he repeated to your dozing form. “If you fight me on it in eight minutes, I will be dragging you into the shower myself.”

“Ooookay, love ya’,” your sleepy form whispered.

“Love you too, honey.”

Eight minutes later, you groveled, hiding under the sheets as Nanami stomped in. He waited briefly to see if you would get up on your own. Without hesitation, your hand snaked out from under the layers of blankets and hit the snooze button for a fourth time.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Kento rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before digging you out from your fortress of blankets. His sudden actions had your heart racing and eyes going wide. Having him pick you up like that was a great wake-up call! You giggled and kicked your feet as Nanami carried you into the shower, not fazed by his tight grip.

“There.” Kento placed you down in front of the shower. “Get to it.” Fingers yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. “You’re going to be late.” But as he turned to walk out, you grabbed him, pulling him back into your bare chest.

“Oooh, Kento~ let me thank you for the wake-up call!” There was no chance you would let him leave now. You were wide awake and ready to go as you pulled him into the shower with a smile so sweet it could give him cavities.

Despite Nanami’s best efforts, you still arrived ten minutes late to work. Hair was messily done, a cold latte in your hands, and your uniform buttons were mismatched. Yaga jumped as you slammed a box of donuts down on the table as a makeshift apology before waving bye to Nanami, who headed to his office.

“Oooh~ my oh my! Ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer and our talisman expert had a lovely morning!” Satoru reached into the donut box, licking his lips as he took a bite from a jelly-filled donut. “You got a hickey on your neck, by the way, ~”

You gave Satoru your best Geto Suguru smile and head tilt. “Hey, Gojo, come here; you have powdered sugar on your blindfold.”

“Oh!?” he leaned forward, grinning. “Thanks for telling me I owe you big—” You yanked his blindfold away from his face, snarling down at the blue-eyed man before releasing it with a snap. “OW!!” Hearing Gojo’s yelp, Nanami roared with laughter as he continued down the hall; what a great way to start his morning.

Forever Tag List:

@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart

[with-my-calamitous-love]

EVERYTHING THAT MADE ME, NOW I CALL YOU BABY

bnha various x reader

nicknames they call you

listened to all of the girls you loved before <3

izuku midoriya

he is the definition of love-struck. he absolutely loves you and everything you do. he sees the parts of yourself you hate and carves out a special place for them in his heart. he’s clingy too, wanting nothing more than to be in your presence. he calls you baby, sweetie, honey, but his favourite is simply your name. he also drags his y’s whenever he’s smitten by you (which is always.)

“babyyy… i have patrol. c’mon, hun, you know i hate leaving you. i’ll make it up to you tonight.”

katsuki bakugou

is an asshole at first. when you first start dating, he’s adamant about how he’s too tough for nicknames and how dumb he thinks they are. the only names he calls people are ones that typically send them away crying, and you’re no exception…. however, you’ve learned to pick up on his signals. he refuses to use the classics, and instead calls you idiot, dumbass, or smartass if you’re lucky. albeit, all with the prefix “my.”

“tch. pet names are lame, dumbass…. yeah? i still love you, though, idiot. i can show it in better ways.”

shouto todoroki

though a true gentleman at heart, his social skills are that of a small puppy in a sea of humans. he tilts his head adorably whenever he overhears couples calling each other baby, or honey, and not fully understanding the baby talk. but when you two start dating, he’s all for it. he calls you love, darling, beautiful, or gorgeous.

“hm? yes gorgeous? here, let me zip that up for you. no, put that wallet down- tonight’s on me, love.”

eijirou kirishima

the very definition of a golden retriever. he cant help that he loves you, and wants to show that love every waking hour of his day. and how can he not? he’s so funny, and handsome, and kind, and he doesn’t even seem to realize just how great of a package he is. he’s always pushing you to your fullest, wiping the sweat off your forehead and giving you a kiss after a workout and holding you close whenever he’s given the chance. he calls you babe, baby, and princess.

“c’mon baby, just one more. you’re doing so well. i’m so proud of you, princess. c’mere, i wanna show you off.”

denki kaminari

possibly the funniest, most charming guy you know, he’s stuck to you like glue. he loves being around you, having you in his lap while he plays games, following you around the house, and being the first person you go to whenever anything happens. he’s a ray of light on your darkest days, somehow always giving you a smile even when you’re lips are curved into a permanent frown. he calls you sunshine, honey, babe, or baby.

“hey sunshine. hm? you’re running errands today? need some company? you just look so cute in my hoodie, babe. don’t wanna let you outta my sight.”

hitoshi shinso

if you could describe hitoshi with one word, it’d be safe place. he’s your refuge, the guy you can curl up with in a blanket and rot for hours when the world seems too real. he’s also the same guy who will pick you back up, help you build yourself back up and send you to face it with a kiss on your forehead. he loves love, though he’d never admit it out loud. he feels like he melts every time he’s around you, wanting to be the jacket on your shoulders and the ring on your finger, just to be close to you. he calls you baby, love, and beautiful.

“mmn… you awake, baby? goodmorning. c’mere, beautiful. i’ll hit the snooze button for us. we can just stay in today.”

[badkitty3000]

One Fateful Day - Part 2

A year after your fateful meeting at the park, Five is now a huge part of you and your daughter's life

This is a sequel to my other fic, One Fateful Day. Be warned, while this has plenty of fluff and cuteness, just like the first one, this contains smut. Enjoy! 😻

Five x Single Mom Reader-insert, 5.8k words, one-shot

Warnings: Now With Smut!

“Five…” you whimpered quietly, biting at your lip and trying desperately to hold back the loud moan that was dying to be let out. Your fingernails dug sharply into the tensed muscles of his back as you felt him smile against your neck.

As a response, both to drive you crazy and to be a jerk, he gave a hard slam of his hips into you, cutting off your too-loud cry with a hungry kiss. When he went back to his methodical, rhythmic thrusts, he pulled back to look down on you.

“I’m not sure which I like more. Hearing you loud and desperate, or watching you try and hold it back,” he whispered between his own heavy breaths.

“Shut up,” you said with a smile before he did the same thing again and your body was shoved back with the force of his pelvis ramming into you. You muffled your cry with his shoulder as he continued the harder, faster pace that you loved.

Afterward, while you were both lying in bed, limbs tangled together and the sheets a mess, Five stroked your hair while you laid your head on his chest. Neither of you said anything until the alarm on your nightstand began to blare, rudely alerting you that your little love nest was not permanent.

“Damn it,” you groaned after slapping the snooze button and curling back into him. “I just want to stay here.”

“I would love that. But you know if she doesn’t get up in time, she’s going to miss the bus.”

You smiled, tracing a circle with your finger onto his chest. “Not if you blink her to the stop. That buys us at least five more minutes.”

Five gave your hair a playful tug. “Sometimes I get the feeling I’m being exploited for my powers just to make your life easier.”

“I am exploiting you, that’s true. But not just for your powers,” you teased, raising your head to give him a long, lingering kiss. “You have many talents that are of use to me.” You moved your hand down over the sheet that was loosely covering his lower half, rubbing lightly between his legs.

“I guess there are worse things.”

After a few more heated kisses, the alarm went off a second time. You groaned again, but started to haul yourself out of bed.

“I’ll wake her up,” Five offered. “You make the coffee.”

“Good idea,” you nodded, putting your underwear back on and pulling a bathrobe around you. “She likes you better in the morning anyway. She’s always a grump with me.”

Five smiled as you slowly padded out of the room on the way to the kitchen. After a year of being together, he never got tired of watching you do even the most ordinary things. Everything you did was beautiful, even when he was annoyed with you, which wasn’t very often. You hadn’t officially started living together yet, although you might as well be. Five was at your house most of the days and nights of the week. It was comfortable and the three of you were a little family.

Cassie adored Five, and the feeling was mutual. She had her own dad that she saw every other weekend, and she loved him, too. But Five was her buddy and the two of them had a special bond. He was also fiercely protective of her, which was adorable.

As Five got dressed and made his way to Cassie’s room, he could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen and hear you mumbling to yourself. He grinned, knowing you were probably hunched in front of the open refrigerator looking for the coffee creamer and cursing him. You always blamed Five for hiding it on you, but really you were just a zombie that couldn’t think straight in the mornings.

“Five?” you yelled from the kitchen.

“In the door on the second shelf!” he yelled back.

There were a few seconds of silence and then a quiet “Thank you”, before Five heard the coffee spoon clinking against your mug. He laughed to himself and opened the door to Cassie’s room.

“Morning, kiddo, time to get up,” Five said with a clap as he stepped inside.

The six-year-old was snuggled up in her bed, her favorite unicorn stuffed animal tucked under her arm. She didn’t move, so he tried again, a little louder. “Time for school, come on, wake up!”

When she stirred a little, but still didn’t open her eyes, he sighed. “Hey, look! The ice cream truck is outside and they’re giving away free ice cream to everyone named Cassie! But only if you get up right now!”

He saw her eyelids flutter a little and maybe the beginnings of a small smile starting to form. After a couple more seconds of no real movement, it was time to resort to more direct tactics. With a flip of the switch on the wall, the room was immediately flooded in bright white light. Cassie whined and shielded her eyes with her hands, while Five tugged at the bottom of her pink striped comforter, pulling it all the way off the bed and leaving her with no covers.

“Hey!” she cried, sitting up in bed, her eyes narrowing against the light and her hair a ball of snarls on top of her head. “You’re mean!”

“Well, if you woke up when I asked you nicely, I wouldn’t have to be mean,” Five answered matter-of-factly. “Now, come on, time to get up.” As he turned away to leave, Cassie threw her unicorn at Five’s head. When it bounced off of him and landed on the floor, Five staggered like he’d been shot. Dramatically swaying and clutching at his chest, he collapsed to the floor, splayed out, with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“I’m dead,” Five rasped out. “Death by unicorn.”

Cassie climbed out of bed and came to stand over his limp body, staring down at him in her Taylor Swift pajamas with her arms crossed over her chest. “Dead people can’t talk.”

Five opened one eye. “Maybe I’m a ghost.”

Cassie nudged him in the ribs with her toe. “Nope. If you were a ghost my foot would go through you. Everyone knows that.”

Five sighed loudly and sat up, peering up at the small girl. “You’re too goddamn smart, you know that?”

She shook her head in a disapproving way that mimicked her mother when she was in trouble. “You’re not supposed to say that word in front of me. I’m preshible.”

“Impressionable?” Five laughed and Cassie nodded. “Tell you what. You don’t tell your mom that I said a bad word, and I’ll blink you to the bus stop this morning.”

Cassie thought for a moment, a finger on her lips. Then she smiled. “Deal!”

“Great,” Five said as he hauled himself off the floor with a groan. “Now get dressed, your mom left your clothes out on the chair over there. When you’re done, bring me your hairbrush for that rat’s nest of yours.”

“You’re a rat’s nest,” she said gleefully, giggling at her clever comeback with a hand over her mouth.

Five laughed, shaking his head. “That doesn’t even make sense, yet I still feel mildly insulted. Good job, kid.”

Later that morning, as you stood on the sidewalk in front of your house, watching while Five grabbed Cassie’s hand and blinked her down the block to the bus stop, you sighed contentedly. You really could not have predicted that this man you met feeding pigeons in the park a year ago would be such a large part of your life. You were head over heels in love with him, and not just because he was good to your daughter. He was kind, and loving, and even if he was able to kill a man without breaking a sweat, you never felt safer than when you were with him.

You smiled to yourself again as you saw the two of them appear out of one of Five’s portals at the bus stop. It was far enough away that you couldn’t see many details or hear their voices, but you knew Cassie was giggling her head off. You also knew the other moms at the stop were green with envy whenever they saw Five. They wanted their own sexy, super-powered man to sweep them off their feet and become a hero to their kids. But he was all yours, and you felt that warm feeling in your chest just thinking about it.

As the bus pulled up and the line of kids started loading up, Five crouched down to Cassie’s height. “Ok, you have your lunch?”

“Yep.”

“Your homework?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your kazoo?”

She started laughing. “You don’t need a kazoo in school, silly.”

Five furrowed his brow. “You don’t? What kind of school do you go to?”

Cassie giggled again, before throwing her arms around his neck. “Love you, Five,” she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before joining the other kids.

“Love you, too, kid,” he said with a grin as he watched her walk up the stairs.

No matter how many times Five heard her say that, or how many times he felt her little arms wrap around him in a hug, he always felt like his heart was going to explode. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be standing at a bus stop, waving goodbye to a little brown-haired girl that had stolen his heart, but here he was. Combine that with the fact that he was so completely in love with her mother, and he’d never been happier.

The next week, Five hadn’t stayed over the night before, so when he came over that afternoon, Cassie was already home from school and in her room when he walked in the backdoor.

“Hello, darling,” he said with a smile, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you. He must have sensed something was off by the way you quickly kissed him in return. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s Cassie. Her dad dropped her off after school and she was crying. He said she got bullied at school today, but of course he didn’t give a shit, the bastard. He just told her to get over it and left to let me deal with it. I tried talking to her, but she just kind of shut down.”

Five immediately tensed up. “Who bullied her? Was it that little shit Emma, because I’ve been watching her and she’s a total bi—”

“No, Five,” you smiled, putting a hand on his arm to calm him. “I don’t think it was her. It doesn’t matter anyway. We just need to talk to Cassie and help her navigate her feelings.”

“Yeah, well, I know my feelings and I’m going to navigate them all over whoever made her cry.”

“I love that you’re protective of her, but we need to handle this the right way. Things are a lot different than they were back when you were a kid.”

“When I was a kid, my father pitted my siblings and I against each other in what was essentially a cage match; not letting us quit until the other either tapped out or were too broken or exhausted to continue.”

“Jesus, Five, that’s awful!”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But I tell you what, we didn’t sit around talking about our feelings all day. If we had a problem with someone, they were going to know about it. Usually with a foot to the face.”

You cringed. “Ok…but how did that help the person that lost? Didn’t that just make them feel worse about themselves?”

The corner of Five’s mouth turned up. “I wouldn’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, but you hugged him close to you, staring up at his face with a small smile. “You can talk tough all you want, mister, but I know you are big giant marshmallow underneath it all.”

“Only when it comes to you two,” he said, leaning down to kiss you softly.

A few more days passed, and Cassie continued to come home angry, or quiet and sulking. You were concerned, but you still hadn’t let Five take any major action. You had tried talking to her teachers at school, and even the principal, but it wasn’t really going anywhere. She also wasn’t giving up any names.

“Let me take her to the park tomorrow? Maybe she’ll talk to me,” Five suggested one night after Cassie was asleep and you were lying in bed together.

You turned on your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “That’s a good idea. She always likes going there with you.”

“She’s my park buddy.”

You stroked his cheek gently with your hand before giving him a soft kiss. “You’re so good to her. And me.”

“I love you,” he stated simply with a small shrug, as if that accounted for everything.

The next day, Five took Cassie to the park, as he had suggested. She was in a good mood and she held his hand while she skipped along, all while chattering continuously about everything and nothing at all.

“…and then I saw a cool bug on the playground and did you know that killer whales are really called orcas?”

“Is that right?”

Cassie nodded while kicking a rock in front of her. “Yep. And there are dolphins that live in rivers and guess what color they are?”

Five shook his head. “Green?”

“No!” Cassie laughed. “Pink! Pink dolphins! Just like my favorite color!”

“Wow…” Five smiled. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I read a book at the library about it,” she said with a shrug. She was silent for a few moments. “Five? Do you want to see a pink dolphin?”

“I would love to see a pink dolphin.”

She nodded and he felt her squeeze his hand harder. “I want to see one too, but I want you to come with me. They live in the Amazon. Have you been there before?”

“No. I’ve been to a lot of places, but never the Amazon.”

“Then we should go. You, me, and mommy. Ok?”

Five couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride that she would pick him to see her precious pink dolphin. “Sounds like a plan,” he told her with a squeeze of her hand in return.

When they arrived at their usual bench to feed the birds, Five sat down and handed Cassie the bag of bird seed. The little flock that Five had befriended a while ago was now officially Cassie’s. He just supervised.

She called out to them as she scattered the seed on the ground. “Here, birdies! Come here, guys! Dinner time!”

Five decided to let her have her fun before broaching the subject of the school bully. He didn’t want her to think he had brought her there for solely that reason. This was their special place and he didn’t want to spoil that. So, he watched her for a while in her element; addressing the birds by names and encouraging them to eat.

He had kind of zoned out a little when he was jolted back to reality by Cassie suddenly yelling angrily; stomping her foot at the birds and clenching her hands into tight fists.

“Stop! Stop being mean to them, you stupid blue jay! They weren’t doing anything to you!” She kicked her foot out at the troublesome blue bird, but it flew off before she could make contact with it. Then she picked up a small stone and threw it in the direction of the bird. The rest of the flock flapped away into a nearby tree to wait for the scene to calm down again, but that didn’t stop Cassie from her angry rant. “I hate you! You stupid, stupid bird! If you come back here, I’m going to stomp you!”

Five jumped up and blinked the few feet to Cassie’s side. Kneeling down, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward him. Her little face was red with anger as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Cassie, look at me,” he told her, trying to get her to focus on him and not the birds. “We don’t hurt animals. You know that.”

As the little girl collapsed into Five’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder and soaking his shirt with her tears, Five hugged her and patted her back.

“She was being mean to the other birds,” she whimpered between sniffs and hiccups.

“Ok…alright…it’s ok…” Five soothed as he waited for her crying to die down.

When Cassie was able to stop crying, Five stood up and took her hand. He led her back to the bench and sat her next to him. She was still sniffling and trying to catch her breath, and they sat there in silence for a few minutes. Soon, the birds that had been scared away found their way back to their seeds. As they watched the birds eat on the ground, Five turned to Cassie.

“You see how Mr. Tippington is being shoved out of the way?” Five asked.

Cassie nodded. “Yes.”

“Ok, so now watch. After a while, he comes back. What’s he doing now?”

She watched the birds with interest. “He just pecked at that other bird.”

“That’s right. Not hard; he didn’t hurt the other bird. But he was telling them to back off because he has every right to eat just like they do.”

“Ok.”

“And now what happened?”

“The mean bird hopped out of the way and let Mr. Tippington in. He’s eating and they left him alone.” She looked up at Five with wide eyes, wiping at her nose. “They stopped being mean to him.”

Five nodded. “He didn’t let that mean bird win. He wasn’t mean back, but he also wasn’t going to let them push him around. In the adult world, we call that ‘Not Taking Anyone’s Shit’.”

Cassie giggled and reached out a hand to cover Five’s mouth. He tried not to think about how she had just wiped boogers off her face with that same hand, and let her keep it there. “You said a bad word again.”

Five smiled. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said; his voice muffled behind her hand.

Taking her hand away, she smiled. “I won’t tell.”

“Thank you. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. I want to go home, though.”

“Good idea. Come on, let’s go.”

Five held out his hand and she took it in hers. They walked home in relative silence, but she never stopped holding his hand.

Later that day, when Cassie wasn’t around, Five told you about the bird incident. He was all fired up and pacing back and forth.

“I’m telling you…whoever the little shithead is at her school that’s doing this is going to get a giant boot shoved up their ass, because if you had seen her—”

“Five,” you cut in. “Thank you for being so concerned, but you can’t go around beating up kids. That’s not how things work.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, still angry. “You didn’t see what I did. She was a mess.”

“I know, I’m worried, too, trust me. I haven’t even been sleeping and I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about her and how I just want to protect her.”

“Then let me teach her how to fight.”

You frowned, pulling your head back in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“I can teach her how to fight and how to defend herself. When I was her age I could take down a fully grown man. I can easily show her some basic moves that she can use against whoever this kid is. She can show them she’s not going to back down without a fight.”

 You laughed nervously. “Uh…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I don’t know!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “It just seems wrong somehow. And her dad is not going to like it, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, fuck him! And it’s not wrong. It’s how the world works. Not everything can be solved with rainbows and hugs. Sometimes you have to use your fist.”

“Five!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You put your hands on your hips and your voice got harder. “Look, I know you mean well, but I’m just not going to agree with you on this. And it’s not your problem to solve, anyway. It’s mine and her father’s.” Five was silent but his face told you everything. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, you’re right,” he said, his voice edged with anger. “It’s not my place. I’m just the boyfriend.”

“Five…come on. I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m not sure how else you could have meant it.”

You sighed and took his hand. “I’m sorry, honey, I really am. You know I love that you love Cassie and want to protect her. But in this case, I just don’t think violence is the answer.”

“Violence?” he asked, his eyebrows drawn together. He adopted that smug posture of his with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side. “This isn’t violence, sweetheart. This is a little girl defending herself against some playground asshole. But, if you aren’t on board with that, I will let it go. You’re her mother, you know best.”

The two of you agreed to drop the subject for the time being. You didn’t want to hurt Five’s feelings because he was just trying to help in the best way he knew how. But you were still not convinced that his idea was the best for your daughter. Until the day she came home with a bloody elbow after being pushed onto the ground.

As you shook with anger and tried to blink back the tears in your own eyes, you crouched in front of Cassie while she sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom and you cleaned up her wound with a washcloth. She sniffed back her own tears, but had still refused to say who had done it. Five stood in the doorway, waiting to see what you would say now.

After a minute of silently working through your feelings, you turned to Five, looking up at him with a stony expression. “I changed my mind. Let’s do it your way.”

With a small smile, Five nodded his head. “Ok, darling,” he said quietly.

For the next week, every day after school, Five would take Cassie to the backyard to teach her basic defense strategies.

“You’re a natural,” Five said to her with a grin after she had successfully deflected him from grabbing her wrist.

“I can totally beat you up, Five,” she said with a giggle.

He nodded. “I know it. Pretty soon, I’m going to have to take lessons from you.”

She laughed again. “Don’t worry…I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Five pretended to be relieved. “Thank goodness for that, because I don’t want you on my bad side. Alright, now, let me see that block again.”

The next week, Cassie came home bursting with energy, and when she ran in the house after you walked her home from the bus stop, she immediately found Five in the kitchen.

“Five!” she cried. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“That mean girl, Emma, tried to push me again today, and I did just what you told me. I said ‘I don’t think so, fart face,’ and then she tried to kick me but I blocked her foot and she lost her balance and fell over onto the ground. She was ok, but she was a big baby and started crying and then she got up and ran away.”

“That’s great, kid! I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself,” Five said. Then he looked at you very pointedly. “Did you hear that? Emma.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I heard it. You were right. Again.”

“I never get tired of hearing that.” Five stooped down so he was eye level with Cassie. “How do you feel now?”

“Great! And I don’t think Emma is going to be bothering me again because she looked pretty sad for the rest of the day.”

“And what did we learn from all of this? he asked.

“Not to take shit from anybody!” Cassie recited before realizing what she said and looking up at you with wide eyes. “Oops.”

You laughed. “You know what, Cass? I’ll let that one slide.”

Cassie laughed before turning back to Five and suddenly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tightly. “Thanks, Five,” she said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he hugged her back. When he looked up at you with that gorgeous smile of his, while your daughter clung to him like a little spider monkey, you thought he had never looked sexier.

Later that evening, after Cassie had been picked up by your ex and you and Five had the house to yourselves, you were caught by surprise when Five grabbed your arm as you walked past him and blinked you directly into the bedroom and onto the bed. After seeing your shocked expression, he dragged you on top of him with a quiet laugh, brushing your hair off your face and tracing your lips with his thumb.

You put a hand on his wrist. “Before you start getting too frisky, I need to thank you.”

“For what?”

“For doing all of that for Cassie. She’s back to her strong and happy self and that’s because of you. I should have listened to you sooner.”

He nodded with a smile. “Yes, you should have. Let that be a lesson for you.”

“I’m serious!” you laughed. “Really, you are amazing.”

He didn’t say anything to that, but his eyes searched yours intently before giving a slight shake of his head. “You’re amazing. And fuck, you are gorgeous,” he told you before his mouth was roughly attacking yours.

As your kisses heated up and your bodies began reacting to one another, you started grinding down on him, making little whimpering noises when his hand tangled in your hair and his mouth traveled down your neck. You would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on you. It didn’t matter where or how; crashing it hungrily onto yours, licking at your nipples with a sharp flick of his tongue; teasing you mercilessly with long, lazy laps over your clit; it was all amazing.

When it came to Five’s perfect body, he was like an endless, erotic buffet for your senses. Just the simple act of tasting his skin on your tongue was enough to make you dripping wet. Every inch of him, every scar and imperfection, was so fucking delicious it made your mouth water. Combine that with his natural, intoxicating scent and you could never get enough.

Climbing off, you stripped your clothes away in a hurry before yanking his underwear down, exposing his fully hard length. Five stroked your cheek with his finger as you knelt between his legs and leaned down, grasping him firmly in your hand to trace the head of his cock with your tongue.

“That’s my good girl,” he sighed before closing his eyes and laying his head back.

You always wanted to take care of him like this. He did so much for you in your everyday life, and you knew how long he had gone without physical love of any kind before you came along. It made you feel good to know that you could give that to him now.

You felt him reach down and gently sweep your hair to the side so he could watch as your lips encircled his thick shaft and your hot mouth slid over him. Your head moved up and down as you took in as much of him as you could without gagging, feeling the satiny skin of his cock glide over your tongue. When you started sucking hard on the tip while flicking your tongue over the underside and stroking the rest of his shaft with your fist, he let out a long, shaky moan.

“Come here, baby…please,” he gasped with a gentle tug of your hair.

When you let go and crawled slowly up his body, you slid your wet sex against him, letting his hard dick slip between your folds and press against your clit. He answered back with a roll of his hips into yours; his abs tightening and flexing with the motion.

Your lips brushed softly over his as you quietly questioned him before moving over to his cheek where you sucked a gentle kiss onto his dimple. “I want to give you everything you want, Five.” You swept his hair off his forehead and kissed him again. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

He held your chin with one hand while the other gripped your hip tightly. His eyes met yours with nothing but pure lust behind them. “I want to come inside you.”

You nodded; your lips slightly parted while your eyes searched his. With a quick maneuver of your hips, he was slipping inside you; bottoming out as you adjusted yourself and spread your bent knees further apart. When you started to sit up, he pulled you back down so that you were flush with his chest again.

“I need you close.”

Five was always loving with you, but when he let himself be fully vulnerable and open, that’s when you felt the most connected to him. Hearing him admit he needed you like that made your connection that much deeper.

After a long, deep kiss, you began to slowly move over his cock while he pushed his hips up to meet yours, his heels digging into the mattress. Your pace quickened as you became needier; with your kisses getting sloppier and your hands roaming over his chest and arms.

“I love you,” you whined desperately, pulling yourself away from his eager mouth for just a second.

The feel of his cock inside you was everything. You stared into his beautiful green eyes as he thrust his hips up into you again and again. Just as you were starting to near your threshold, Five grabbed your hips and flung you off, so that you landed on your back next to him.

You gave a small shriek. “What the –”

Five was up on his knees before you could finish your thought, his dick still hard and wet from being inside you. With a half-smile and a hoarse chuckle, he grasped your hips again, pausing for just a moment.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he said between harsh breaths, right before he flipped you over onto your stomach.

Once you were face down on the bed, Five roughly pulled you back until you could feel his hard cock sliding through your folds and against your throbbing clit as his hip bones slammed against your ass with one jerk. He shoved your legs apart with his knees as he ran a hand down your back.

Your breathing was loud and labored as you pushed back against him. “Oh shit,” you panted; your voice muffled by the mattress beneath you.

Five slowly moved his cock over your slit, teasing you while caressing your ass and thighs. “I’m sorry, darling, I changed my mind. I need to fuck you hard and make you scream.”

With one perfectly executed thrust, he was inside you again, his hips slamming against you while your body was propelled forward. You let out a loud moan and reached a hand down to finger your clit while he fucked you hard from behind. Five stopped suddenly and yanked your hand away.

“No touching yourself until I say so,” he ordered you before continuing to pound you.

You hissed into the sheet under your face. The feeling of his dick filling you up from that angle and his forceful thrusts hurt so good. But you really needed more stimulation to make yourself come hard.

“Five,” you moaned. “Please…”

“No,” he told you, and you could hear the smirk on his face. “Just be good for me, baby.”

Grunting and groaning, Five kept at it, ramming into you over and over again. You weren’t sure how he was able to keep going like that; he had to be getting close. You were, too, but you were dying to touch yourself.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Just…fuck…you feel so good,” Five groaned through clenched teeth.

“Please…”you whined again. “Five…please…”

“God, you drive me crazy when you beg like that. Go ahead, sweetheart. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Finally getting his permission, you began to finger yourself, using all four fingers to press into your clit while Five continued to fuck you as hard as possible. His cock hit just the right spot as your hand did the rest of the work and soon you were spasming against him as you cried out his name over and over. Hearing you call out his name like that sent Five over the edge and a few seconds later he was filling you up with his warm cum while his hips stilled against your ass, his fingers gripping you tightly.

When you collapsed onto the bed, Five pulled out and laid down beside you. He rested a hand on your back as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Damn, Five,” you breathed out with a laugh. You slid over so you could snuggle up to him and threw an arm over his waist. He pushed his damp hair off his face before hugging you to him and kissing the top of your head.

He was still breathing hard and he let out a short chuckle. “Sorry. I hope that was ok.”

“Ok? That was more than ok, that was fucking incredible” you laughed again, rubbing your cheek against his chest. You were silent for a moment as your breathing started to return to normal. “I meant it when I said I want to give you everything you want. And not just sex. I mean everything.”

You weren’t sure he was going to respond at first but then you felt him swallow hard. “You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered with his lips pressed into your hair. “Thank you for loving me.”

You placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him deeply before pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes. There was no need to say anything else; the way you looked into his eyes and the feel of your body melting into his was enough. Five never needed to thank you, though, because loving him was the easiest thing in the world. He loved you and your daughter deeply, and he made your family complete. Which was all you had ever wanted.

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Touchstarved LIs and Cuddling

Two posts in two days? On my account? Someone pinch me!

Also half-spawned from @asexual-abomination, because we’ve had this conversation a thousand times.

TW/CWs: Potential Accidental Canon Divergence (this will probs be a warning on ALL my TS stuff until the game’s released), mentions of sleeping together but it’s purely literal and genuinely not a euphemism for sex, hand-waving the touch curse a bit, Ais is an asshole about personal boundaries, Mhin is meant to be read as combatively shy but willing, partially proofread.

Can be read as platonic or romantic! Same as before! Also I’m gonna be making a lot of references to the “No one asked but I found Mortal Kombat’s best cuddler�� video by Brian David Gilbert for Polygon because it’s a good vid and you should watch it if you haven’t already!)

(One day I’ll make a custom sparkle banner for the cut, mark my words! Also rqs are open! Likes and reblogs appreciated!)

🕊️ Kuras

Definitely one of the Emotionally Vulnerable & Safe Cuddler types from BDG’s video.

I don’t think. Kuras needs to sleep? At least I don’t remember there being anything in canon to suggest that. But! I think he enjoys the occasional catnap, and can be persuaded to actually sleep with you if you ask him about it.

Like you hit him with the “isn’t a good night’s sleep supposed to be good for you?” and “shouldn’t you be a good example for your patients?” and he gives you a good-natured—if slightly stiff—chuckle as he guides you over to the cot in his office.

The cot’s kinda narrow since it’s only build for the one patient to sit/lay on it, so by default a lot of spooning/honeymoon hugging(? Spooning when you’re facing each other) is happening.

There’s not really a blanket situation happening, but he’s really warm and his hands are eternally soft so it’s just super pleasant.

And after a while he starts to get his wings involved, too. At first it’s only when you’re asleep, but later on, after you learn about his status as a fallen angel, he’s more open about it, even if he gets all shy when you ask.

And there’s something just so peaceful about how he holds you. His hands never wander, and he keeps his voice soft. The first couple times he asks to pet your hair or touch your face, and soon enough it just becomes a rhythm for the two of you. <3

🪄 Leander

This man wants to hold you SO BAD.

Literally will get on his hands and knees if you ask him to. Touchstarved isn’t just the name of the game, babes!

Brags so much about his big bed at the Wet Wick but the man is so clingy you two end up using like. 20% of it.

He’s tryna be all suave, inviting you to come over and lay your head on his chest but on the inside he is screaming.

For the first dozen times he just stays up, watching you snooze or daydream against his chest. Then after a while he starts to doze off before you do.

Definitely the type to tell you bedtime stories. Most of them are just recounting things that have already happened to/around him, but occasionally he does a little embellishing or a bit of improv for flavor.

He’s doing it to keep things interesting and maybe make himself look cooler to you? But he’s keeping it as low energy as possible so you don’t lose any sleep.

🦊 Vere

If Kuras is in the Emotionally Vulnerable and Safe Cuddler corner, Vere is on the fucking polar opposite side.

Definitely makes a big show of it the first time you ask, joking about his rates and the rules (“no kissing and hands off the tail!” shit like that.)

Also gives zero fucks about your comfort. He’s like a tiny dog taking his half of the bed out of the middle and you’re just gonna have to cope for a while.

Buuuuuut… if you talk nice, let him come to you, and show him you just want proximity and nothing else… maybe he’ll warm up.

And the jokes die down, and he gives you room to settle, and eventually he’s curling up right next to you and draping his tail over your legs.

Congrats! The cute fox boy is sharing a bed with you! Beware his flicking ears and squeak-snoring.

The whole process takes a good while, but I think it’s worth it <3

⛩️ Ais

Definitely kinda coy about sharing a sleeping place at first. It’s not Vere levels of mockery—mostly cause he doesn’t mean it the way Vere does—but Ais has a really annoying habit of getting under your skin.

But yeah, after some “arm-twisting,” he’ll let you lay down and get cozy.

He goes right to sleep more often than not, though, even if that’s not what the cuddling is for. Dude just closes his eyes and drops into dreamland like it’s nothing.

He says he’s just resting his eyes but that’s only the case maybe a third of the time.

I think he probably shares his sleeping space with Soulless, which usually means he’s all cramped up, but now that he’s only sharing the bed with one other body he takes the chance to sprawl.

You will end up flat on your back/face with Ais on top of you, it’s just a matter of when it happens.

He’s an asshole about it, too. He makes this big show of how cozy he is and how it’s been supposedly “forever” since he’s got to curl up like this, but if he gets the feeling you’re being serious he’ll get off.

🪡 Mhin

Inside of Mhin are two sleeping wolves.

One of them wants cuddles really bad but is abysmal at asking for them.

The other sleeps flat on their back like a corpse and startles awake at the slightest sound.

If you’re cuddling to pass the time instead of going to sleep Mhin gets all defensive either way. “Sounds like a waste of time when I could either just sleep or do something else” type shit.

You kinda gotta wrastle them into it, especially if they’ve been staying up for prolonged periods. “Rest isn’t sleep but it’s better than nothing.”

They’re not in the habit of initiating any of the cuddling (again, that wolf would sooner die than ask,) but if you “insist” (ask politely) they’ll let you take a crack at it, “if only to get some peace and quiet.”

If they doze off, like I said, they’ll startle awake at any sound so you’re probably not going to get a lot of sleep by proxy. But! You get to hold them and explain away all the noises, which is fun <3

[tightjeansjavi]

snooze

A/N: this is all @corazondebeskar fault 🥺

~Word Count: 717~

Summary: Joel loves to nap

Pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: none, domestic fluff, soft!joel, peepaw!joel and a sprinkle of angst, readers nickname is honeypie and lady, reader has no physical descriptions (given the content of my blog, all fics are +18 minors dni!)

The last thing Joel Miller ever expected after the outbreak was finding himself in a domestic situation where he had the luxury of fucking napping.

He loved to nap.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the porch chair out on the back deck with the sun warming his face. He’d set his guitar down to the side, cross his arms over his chest and mumble about how he’s just gonna rest his eyes for a few minutes.

When you come outside to check on him, he’s snoozing, soft snores slipping past his plush lips. Face relaxed, and the once permanent furrow of his brows is no longer present.

Sometimes after dinner he’d situate himself on the couch with you and Ellie on either side of him while he lets Ellie pick out a movie to watch. He’ll argue that he won’t fall asleep..this time. But between the blanket draped over his legs, and Ellie curled up with her head in his lap, he’s dozing off with his head resting on your shoulder.

His favorite time to nap is arguably right after lunch. Specifically Sunday’s because it’s the one day out of the week where he’s not on patrol, and he gets to spend his whole day with you.

The sunroom is a new addition that he and Tommy built together. There’s a built-in bookshelf along the wall that is brimming with all different genres of books. There’s even some house plants. The main star of the room is the cozy chaise lounge. It’s a bit faded, and has seen better days, but he loves it.

His eyes are already droopy when you move to get up from the spot you were sitting on. He loved it when you would read to him, and today’s book was Wuthering Heights.

“Where you goin’,honeypie?” He rasps, peeking one eye open to look over at you.

You place your hand over his covered knee, squeezing it gently before you lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. “Laundry is probably done by now. I’ll be right back, okay?” You brush away a few strands of his soft curls. He’s been growing his hair out lately, and the grays in his beard are more prominent. You’ve never stopped loving this man, and he’s never stopped loving you.

“Hurry back, please. Miss you already.” He murmurs, lips curving into a lazy grin.

He’s a sap. A real softy now that he has no reason to fear. You and Ellie, and this town have turned a lion into a house cat.

“You’re a real softy, Joel Miller.” You whisper and brush away a few stray breadcrumbs from his patchy beard.

“Mhm. ‘S’cus’ of you, lady.” He teases gently.

You peck his lips once more, lulling him to close his eyes. Rest, Joel. You have all the time in the world to sleep. To love. To relax. To live. All the time, my love.

His lashes flutter as he sinks further into the couch, awaiting your return so he can snuggle with you once more.

Taking care of the laundry and tidying up the kitchen takes all of 10 minutes for you to complete. You find yourself thinking about the days when 10 minutes could either mean life or death. 10 minutes used to feel like 10 seconds. To run. To hide. To fight. 10 minutes now felt like 10 hours. 10 years.

You and Joel fought hard for this life of peace and not a day goes by where you don’t feel grateful for it all.

When you return to the sunroom, one of his legs is sticking out from under the quilted blanket, and he’s sprawled out entirely. His skin holds a warm glow from the trickling sunlight coming in through the windows.

He senses your presence even in his light slumber, and his arms subconsciously reach for you.

I’m here. You reassure him as his eyes open, droopy with sleep. He looks scruffy and soft at the same time. A big ole teddy bear; all yours.

Missed you. He murmurs softly as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against his strong chest.

Missed you too, Joel. You melt into his warm embrace. Heartbeats steady, calm and at peace.

Two house cats basking in the sunlight, bellies full, and hearts warm.

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DO NOT DISTURB

Pairing: sylus x mc!reader Words: 1.3k Content/A!N: smut (?), nothing burger—just appeasing the parasites and their whispers, inspired by his Do Not Disturb call, I’m only on affinity 21 pls help❦

You hesitate under your dry refuge, the rain hissing in your ears before dulling to soft, uneven knocks on the car ceiling. Water drips from your hair, tracing cold lines down your neck as you shiver against the seat. The scent of rain and damp fabric invades the air as you tug the clothes clinging to you. The heavy linen drags as you peel it away, smearing dampness across your arms.

The dashboard lights glow softly over Sylus’ face, flickering in his crimson eyes as he glances at you. One hand stays firm on the steering wheel while the other taps lazily against the gear shift. The hum of the engine almost disappears beneath the relentless downpour.

“Isn’t the rain romantic?”

"Sure," he replies, amusement curling his lips. “You have it soaking my car seat.”

You smile, tilting your head. “And if it bothered you?”

His lashes lower slightly, veiling his eyes as he chuckles. Without a word, he reaches toward the backseat. A hoodie lands in your lap—still faintly warm from where it had been resting—his scent lingering in the cotton.

"I'm also sweaty," you warn, fingers toying with the fabric.

Sylus only hums. “It’s fine. You can shower when we’re back on base.”

He shifts gears with ease, the soft click of the transmission barely registering over the sound of the downpour. You press your lips together, mischief brewing, as your hand drifts from his arm to his thigh. The leather of his pants is smooth beneath your fingertips, concealing the firm muscle underneath. You press just enough to get a reaction, watching his expression change.

“Or,” you murmur, “we can make use of the scenery here.”

“Or,” he counters, words dipped in warning, “you can wait until we get home.”

You whine dramatically at his rejection, watching with satisfaction as he rolls his eyes. “And put your seatbelt on,” he scolds, snoozing the car’s persistent notification. Ignoring his command, you lean in further.

“Indulge me” you flirt, tapping his cheek with your finger. “I haven’t seen you in a week.”

“Four days,” he corrects, not missing a beat. His smirk returns, teasing. “Are you choosing to misbehave because you miss me?"

“Can you really make it home?” you pout, wanting another reaction. Sylus rewards you with silence, unamused by your game. Only the steady roll of the car over wet pavement, the wipers sweeping rhythmically across the windshield, and the distant murmur of thunder behind the skyline remain.

Recklessly, you lean over the center console, melodically calling for him as you slip a hand up his leg. A tut escapes him, but his free hand moves, slow and deliberate, to capture your wrist. His grip is firm, lifting your hand from his thigh and toward his lips.

“Behave,” he warns, his breath brushing your knuckles as he smiles. “Or I’ll make sure you regret not waiting until we get home.”

He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your fingers before releasing you, his attention snapping back to the road as if you hadn't just unraveled in the seat beside him. The tension lingers, thick like the mist curling against the windshield. The engine's murmur fills the silence, but the air between you crackles with something unspoken, heady. Outside, the streetlights blur into golden smears against the rain, but inside, the space feels smaller, warmer. You idly gaze at the buildings passing by, your body warmed by your thoughts as you toy with the hem of his sweater.

Even with nothing pressing to fear, Sylus prefers you tucked away, somewhere only he has access. The dim glow of streetlights flickers through the rivulets of water racing down the car windows, casting shifting shadows over his sharp features. There’s something possessive in the way his fingers tighten slightly on the wheel, his crimson gaze flicking toward you as if ensuring you’re still there. He’d much rather have you curled up in the comfort of his home than drenched and teasing him in the confines of his car.

Without warning, the car slows and veers smoothly toward the side of the road. He shifts the car into park, and the mechanical click of the gear shifts unnervingly sharp in the silence. The engine still hums, and for a moment, Sylus remains motionless, rain cascading down the windshield like a curtain between you and the outside world.

"You've gone quiet." he taunts.

"I'm behaving." You reply.

"How boring."

Before you can reply, he moves. In one fluid motion, he unfastens his seatbelt and leans toward you, his presence overwhelming, heat radiating from him despite the chill of your damp clothes. His hand finds your jaw, tilting your face just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips. His scent—leather, rain, something faintly spiced—wraps around you, intoxicating. You look away from his intense gaze, refusing to move as he waits for permission.

A scoff tickles your cheek before his grip shifts, fingers curling at your waist as he drags you effortlessly over the console into a loose embrace. His brow raises as you hesitate, your sudden retreat not going unnoticed. Your pulse quickens as warmth curls low in your stomach. The damp fabric of your clothes clings to your skin, but suddenly, the heat of his touch makes you squirm. You hesitate to meet his heavy gaze as he slips a hand under the dark fabric of his hoodie, tugging at your top.

"Still wet." he whispers. "Want a cold?"

His smirk deepens, slow and knowing, as if he can hear the frantic stammer of your heart. "What, don't want to play anymore?" he coos. "Did I scare you, kitten?"

Heat floods your face, and you part your lips to speak, but no words come out. Sylus doesn’t move right away. Instead, he watches, as if memorizing every detail—the way your breath hitches when his fingers skim along your jaw, the faint shiver that courses through you as he drags his knuckles down your spine. The smirk he wears tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to unravel you.

His fingers slip into your damp hair, threading through the strands. A low hum escapes him, something pleased, something satisfied. He tilts his head slightly, brushing his lips over yours but never quite closing the distance again, savoring the way you chase the touch.

"Come," his voice is tender.

Warmth spreads through your skin as his thumb traces delicate circles along your jaw. The space between you slowly seals, dragging you close in careful increments. His breath tickles your lips, savoring the proximity before fully taking what has already been his for the claim—an unspoken possession in the way he moves against you. His kiss is slow but consuming, unwrapping his patience and restraint.

The pads of his fingers press into the nape of your neck, and his other hand presses firm at the small of your back. You welcome his bitter taste; the remnants of his evening drink slither against your tongue. He smiles as you guide his arm down, stroking your thigh before repositioning and rocking you closer. You return a groan as you brush against his hips, grinding down on the bow perked under his leathers. Hands rush to your sides, kneading at your waist as your breaths mingle.

"Want to come home?" He whispers against your lips before returning, desperate. "I'll drive like this if I have to." You laugh against his kisses. Smiles fade as your hips continue to meet, slow and rhythmic, guided by his firm grip on your torso.

The cold rain outside fades to nothing, drowned out by the heat curling between you. Linkon stretches empty before you, blurred by rivulets of rain racing down the car windows. The quiet city streets offer little more than the occasional passerby braving the storm. Outside, the rain continues to fall, but inside, it’s only the steady rise and fall of your breath against his chest. He could stay like this just for a little longer.

[misswynters]

By the fire light

Jacaerys Velaryon x gn!reader

[warning: fluffiness that’s all!

[synopsis: You and jace spent time in the library, talking about nonsense.

[note | send requests and asks. y’all love my jace fics so here ya go! more

The library in Dragonstone was a haven of serenity, its high shelves brimming with ancient tomes and maps. The crackling fireplace illuminated the room with a warm, inviting glow. The scent of aged parchment and burning logs mingled in the air, creating a cozy atmosphere perfect for a quiet evening.

Jacaerys Velaryon and you were nestled in one corner of the library. Jacaerys had managed to find a comfortable spot on a large, overstuffed armchair, while you were curled up in a soft, velvet armchair across from him. A large table between you held an array of books, scrolls, and a few scattered quills, though both of you seemed more interested in each other than in your studies.

The fire's light danced in Jacaerys’s dark eyes as he looked up from the book he had been pretending to read. His gaze drifted to you, who were intently absorbed in a book of your own. Your brow furrowed in concentration, and a small smile played on your lips as you turned the pages.

“Do you think,” Jacaerys began, breaking the comfortable silence, “that if we had a dragon in this library, it would prefer curling up by the fire or snoozing among the books?”

You glanced up, your eyes meeting his with an amused sparkle. You closed your book with a soft thud and stretched your arms before replying, “Definitely curling up by the fire. Dragons do seem to like warmth and comfort, don’t they?”

Jacaerys grinned, leaning forward slightly. “And what about us? Do you think we’d be like the dragon or the books?”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully challenging him. “Are you saying you’d rather be a dragon?”

Jacaerys chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “I think I’d prefer the dragon’s company. Much more exciting than a pile of dusty old books.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible, Jace. Always finding a way to distract me.”

Jacaerys’s eyes softened as he leaned closer. He reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “But isn’t that what you love about me?”

Your heart fluttered at the gentle pressure of his hand. You looked down at your intertwined fingers, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Perhaps. But don’t let it go to your head.”

He grinned, his smile widening. “I’ll try, but no promises. I do enjoy making you smile.”

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both looked at the fire. The warmth of the flames and Jacaerys’s gentle presence created a perfect moment of tranquility. You felt as though nothing else in the world mattered except this quiet, shared moment.

As the fire crackled and popped, Jacaerys began to softly hum a familiar tune, the melody intertwining with the rhythmic crackle of the flames. The gentle sound was soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth and peace envelop you.

“Jace,” you murmured, “sometimes I think I could stay here forever. Just us and the fire.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice a warm murmur in your ear. “I could think of nothing better. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I’m glad we have these moments, Jace. They mean more than you know.”

He pulled you a little closer, his arm wrapping around you protectively. “Me too. And I promise, there will be many more.”

The fire continued to dance and crackle, casting a golden glow around the room. In the heart of Dragonstone, surrounded by the quiet presence of the man you loved and the warmth of the fire, everything felt right.

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[ventingv]

Hi hi!

So, loving the Dragon papa posts, and I was hoping to provide my own request pertaining to that (though if you find it tiring you don't have to!)

Basically Zhongli and Neivilette go out to run some errands and get some supplies for the kiddies, and when they return home from their outing, they find the reader cuddled up with the hatchling(s) either snoozing, or just holding them as the bebes sleep.

Again, you don't have to do this if you're feeling tired of these requests, just an idea!

I’m fine don’t worry, this is actually the only request in my inbox right now. Might do come headcanons about Geo and Hydro dragons later on.

Also Zhongli calls reader qīn ài de, it’s supposed the nickname in Chinese for dear/darling.

Zhongli

Coming back from running some errands he smiled at the scene in front of him of you sitting on the couch with the hatchling curled on your lap like a cat.

You were petting them like one too, absentmindedly while reading a book with your other hand.

Seeing this he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him, causing you to startle from where you sat and causing the hatchling to wake up.

The hatchling would chirp in annoyance of being woken from its nap till you smooth them and causing them to fall back asleep.

Zhongli still had the smile on his face as he walked to the kitchen and put the groceries away before walking to where you were looking down at the book on the floor that fell when you were startled and picked it up before joining you on the couch with the hatchling.

“Which page were you on, I’ll read this to you, qīn ài de.”

Neuvillette

While walking into the house, Neuvillette almost tripped on you laying on the floor, the hatchlings curled up in a pile on you stomach.

When he stops staring at the bizarre sight he ask you if you need help which you refuse as you don’t want to wake the hatchlings.

After putting the groceries away he’ll come over with a kamera and take a few pictures before lay on the floor next to you.

He’s learned to just roll with your shenanigans by now and has come to accept it.

“Hm, the floor is surprisingly comfortable. Hm? My suit will get wrinkled? Ah don’t worry I don’t mind if it is as long as I’m spending time with you and the hatchlings.”

[sinsandsweetness]

Please for the love of god write something about Rick chasing the reader down in the woods I’d DIE

(Rick and Daryl x fem!reader)

cw- reader already has a baby with the boys, reader being chased in a maze, threesome, smut, slight breeding kink… think that’s all…

notes- happy Halloween! This is a fun little one shot placed in Alexandria. It is a follow up of “taking turns” however you don’t need to read it to read this. It’s just the same relationship, a couple years later. I had a few requests for a follow up and for some chasing/hunting vibes so… here you go! I won’t lie this is a bit rushed and not proofread at all so I apologize for any errors or if it’s not my best… but i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think<3

“Alright,” Rick breathes out with a sigh, dropping the large box onto the ground. Daryl right behind him with another.

The kids run over. Judith, at just 4 years old, Gracie, Sam, Carl and a few of the older kids and teens in Alexandria. Your own baby coos in your arms. Incoherent, yet adorable babbles leave her mouth, with chubby little hands grabbing into the air in the direction of her daddy.

While Rick cuts open the cardboard box of costumes, Daryl sneaks away from the cluster of children, all way too excited to get their hands on a cape and a mask. Or a dress and a tiara.

“C’mhere, sweetheart,” he grabs your daughter from your arms. Immediately she’s smiling all big and giggling into his jacket.

“Were you good for your mama while I was gone?” He whispers against her dark curls before pressing a kiss to her head.

“She just missed you, I think.” You respond. In reality, she was fussy. You figured that would happen after two nights without her dad. Daryl definitely being her favourite parent.

The kids are noisy as they ooh and awe and fight over the Halloween costumes.

Rick finally makes his own escape with a costume cowboy hat on his head.

“Hey, officer,” you tip your head up for a kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Eager to hug you. To touch you.

He stays holding you for a moment. Just soaking in your warmth.

“Miss me?”

“Every minute.” He confirms against your mouth for one last kiss, before moving to kiss your daughters cheek.

“How’s our little princess?” He asks to no one in particular.

“She missed her daddies. Kept me up all night.”

“What?” Rick faked a shocked tone, “our little princess would never. That doesn’t sound like her at all, does it?” He runs his hand over her hair and plants a kiss on her head.

You roll your eyes but your smile peaks out anyway. The sight of your men being such good fathers will never fail to make you smile.

“Daddy! Daddy look!” Judith’s high pitched voice brings attention as she tugs at Ricks pant leg.

When the three of you turn to look, she’s dressed in a unicorn onesie. Adorable. A bit warm for the weather. But adorable.

Rick picks her up with a groan, “oh my goodness, almost too big for this, aren’t you?”

She nuzzles into Ricks chest, little arms wrapping around his neck.

“I think someone needs a little snooze before all the festivities tonight, hm? You feelin’ a little tired, Judy?” He asks her. You don’t hear anything but you see the white fluffy ears on her hood move up and down as she nods into her fathers shirt.

“This little rascal should have one too.” You nod towards your own sleepy girl, “I can go put em’ both down for a nap.”

“Nah, I’ll do it.” Daryl insists.

“Are you sure-“

“I’ve got it.” He scoops Judith up in one arm, balanced on his hip and very happy to be carried to bed. A snuggly little 6 month old on his other. He starts off upstairs and leaves you and Rick in the living room. Surrounded by a foam sword fight battle that appears to have ensued between a couple ninja turtles and a fairy Princess.

The whole reason for Rick and Daryl’s last run was to find these costumes. Among other Halloween decorations and as much candy as they could salvage. Anything to make it a special day. To show the kids what things used to be like. To remind the ones who did know, exactly how fun the holidays were. You weren’t even sure it was Halloween. Sure, the leaves were beautiful tones of orange and yellow, falling to the ground and crunching beneath your shoes. But you arent sure what day it was. Honestly, you arent entirely sure what month it is. However, according to Eugene’s calendar, It is in fact the 31st of October.

Ricks head tips low to your ear and he whispers an invitation to go shower. He needs to clean up. And he really wouldn’t mind some company.

“Carol,” he turns for a moment and nods to her in the kitchen, prepping some food for tonight. “Can you…” he motions to the living room full of children running around. Carol nods and you can hear her telling them to beat it and go play outside while you’re led up the stairs by the hand.

—

The party is supposed to start at 7. Carol offered to take your daughter for the night, to give you some time off. To have fun. To go to sleep early if that’s what you wanted.

It’s a bit cold out. So you’re in a cream knit sweater and some jeans. A pair of cheap bunny ears are on your head. Your daughter is dressed in the smallest costume you could find in the box, a plush orange carrot. And she’s the cutest carrot you’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.

There’s wine. Lots. And food. And candy. Eugene is setting up a spooky film to be played on a projecter in the middle of Alexandria. A few bonfires surround the yard, scattered with jack-o-lanterns. Carved and lit up with tea lights and glowing eyes.

It’s beautiful. Slightly spooky. And so familiar. It’s everything you remember about Halloween.

An arm snaking around your waist startles you as you sip on your wine. But the smell of smoke and leather soothes you quickly.

“Hey,” Daryl says. You turn to face him, only slightly confused as his voice is being muffled by something.

He’s wearing a mask. A scream mask more specifically. The rest of his attire is typical. His leather jacket on, though no vest tonight. Dark jeans and boots.

“Mmm, spooky.” You lean in and press a quick peck to the white plastic. You can’t see him smile under the mask, but you know it’s there.

Another arm wraps around your waist from the other side. It’s Rick. You know by the thick brown jacket brushing against you. He’s also in costume, wearing a Friday the 13th hockey mask.

“Well hello, Jason,” you tease.

“You scared yet?”

“Should I be?” You ask. Though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

Rick opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by some commotion from the yard.

Eugene has a microphone, standing on a picnic table and telling the crowd to sit down and get comfy. That the movie will be starting in two minutes.

“Well, are you two ready for some Hocus Pocus?” You ask.

They look at eachother through the masks. What the hell are they plotting?

“What…?” You finally ask.

“We were thinking… maybe we could do something a little different.”

“What, you wanna watch something else?”

“Not quite,” Daryl chimes in, “we were thinking that while everyone is watching the movie, the three of us can make our way through the corn maze.”

The maze is outside the walls of Alexandria. A bit dangerous, but it was part of the fun. The kids had all had their turns in it earlier in the day, heavily supervised by adults and parents. Ones with weapons and training for situations outside the safety of the walls.

“You want us to all get lost in the maze?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“We want you to get lost in the maze,” Daryl corrects you.

Rick dips down to your ear and lowers his voice, “and we’ll try and find you. Play a little game.”

“Grown up hide and seek?” You ask. Heat raising to your cheeks at the thought of what they want to do once they find you.

“Exactly.”

You swallow, looking back to the yard where the kids are all lid out in sleeping bags and on blankets. Focused on the film playing in the dark.

“Ok.”

“We’ll give you a two minute head start,” Rick hands you a switch blade. Just incase. Nodding towards the back fence, where you know you can sneak out without being caught. Your heart is already starting to race a little at the thought of having to hide. At the thought of them searching for you. Hunting you down. And Daryl’s little comment when you start off towards the fence doesn’t help either,

“Good luck, little bunny.”

—

It’s pitch black when you reach the maze. Actually, as soon as you made it over the wall and into the woods, it was dark. But inside the maze, the stalks of corn all towering over 10 feet tall and fluttering creepily in the breeze. The only light you can see is a faint glow from the moon. And even then, it’s only when you’re out of the shadows.

You walk into the maze. Immediately met by multiple twists and turns. You weren’t one of the supervisors earlier, so you really didn’t know the route. The straw and leaves crunch under your feet as you walk further into the maze. A quick, brisk walk trying to find the best place to hide. Or, if you’re lucky, to find the end of the maze before the boys even get in.

But you know that’s unrealistic. And you’re sure your two minutes must be up because you can hear them. Footsteps and muffled voices behind a couple walls of corn. Shit.

You start to walk faster. A borderline jog at this point, trying to keep your footing light.

It didn’t occur to you until now how easy it’ll be for them to find you. Daryl’s a hunter for Christ sake. He’ll be able to track your path through the maze in no time.

They’re closer.

Fuck.

You have to run. You can hear their voices. They’re so close.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” Ricks voice rings out towards you. He’s on the other side of the wall. Through the thick corn stalks and the pitch black of the night, you can’t make out exactly where he is. But he’s close.

You run.

And they follow right after.

The sound of their footsteps is clearer and clearer the further away from Alexandria you get. And the further into the maze.

You shriek at the feeling of a hand on your sweater, jolting forward and starting to sprint. It was Daryl. He’s behind you.

And though him and Rick are both stronger, you have one advantage. You’re faster.

Over your shoulder as you sprint you can see them. White masks still on, glowing in the moonlight.

“Fuck”, you swear to yourself when you

come to a dead end. You only have two options. Turn around, or be caught. They couldn’t be more than a few seconds away.

Without really thinking, you shove your way through the stalks. Catching on every leaf and stick, but ultimately coming out the other side without a scrape.

You can’t celebrate your quick thinking victory too long because you still hear them.

“Split up,” Daryl whisper shouts at his friend, and with their footsteps scattered, it’s even harder to tell where they are.

Fuck.

You keep going. You take a left. And then a right and another dead end. Shit. Is this … is this the same one?

You turn back and take the left instead. But it’s another dead end.

What the fuck?

You’re lost. You don’t even know what direction you came from anymore. Circling the same two dead ends before you finally take a right that leads you a couple meters further than the other options.

You hear a stick crack on the ground behind you, but there’s no time to see who it is.

You turn the corner fast with your heartbeat so loud it drums in your ears.

“Shit,” you stumble right into a brown jacket in front of you. Arms wrapping around you and picking you up. You scream.

Someone warm presses against your back as your feet touch the floor again.

You’re trapped.

“Gotcha,” Daryl’s gravelly voice is already in your ear.

You’re breathing heavy in their hold, sandwiched between the two men.

Their hands grab at your sweater and start to roam.

“Take this off,” a voice demands as you struggle against their arms,

You try for a moment to reach the mask covering Ricks face. But Daryl, or maybe Rick’s, hands are clamped on your wrist.

It’s claustrophobic, but you don’t entirely mind. As long as it’s their arms your trapped between, you’ll never complain.

They don’t kiss you. They can’t. But everything about their demeanour is screaming that they want you. That they want to be in you.

Hands gripping and tugging at your jeans. Your hands snake around Ricks neck in front of you as they peel your jeans down your legs. The air is cold and gives you goosebumps, but your legs wrap around his waist immediately. Daryl’s bulge pokes at your ass while his hand trails under your sweater to pinch your nipple. Ricks pants are tight as his own bulge rubs against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jeans long lost to the straw and dirt ground underneath you.

It doesn’t take long for them to get you how they need you.

Granted, the three of you did have a lot of practice. Your panties swiftly ripped off by the man behind you who wanted more access. The cold metal of both their belts hit your skin.

And with little preparation other than some spit and arousal, you’re stretched to the max with both men. Both holes filled with very little regard for your comfort.

They know you’d say something if it really hurt.

But it hurts so good. The pain of being so fucking full. Stretched to a limit you’d experienced over a dozen times, but no matter what, it just never gets any easier.

“Wanna kiss you,” your voice comes out in wet gasps, lips brushing the plastic of Ricks mask. One hand trying for Daryl’s hood, reaching awkwardly around. You need their touch. Their lips on your lips. Tongues tracing each-other and fighting for dominance.

They’d win.

They always do.

The three of you find a rhythm quickly. Hands on your thighs, holding you up and using you as leverage to pound as fast and hard as they could. Your moans and their grunts fill the air as pleasure starts to swirl low on your abdomen.

“Please,” your head tips back in ecstasy. “Please, please,”

“Please what, sweet girl?” The cold plastic of Daryl’s mask brushes your ear.

“Please- want- uh,” you’re interrupted by sharper thrusts from the two men, catching you off guard. Their both picking up their pace.

“Speak up, darling.” Rick demands, nails digging into your hips.

“Fill me up,” you gasp again. “Want it so bad, Rick, please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the swirl in your stomach. The one that keeps getting warmer and warmer and warmer until-

“I’m cumming,” you tell them as a courtesy, but you don’t have to. The way you’re involuntarily clenching down around them gives you away far better than a couple raspy words.

“You really wanna get filled up, baby? Bred like the little bunny you are, huh?” Ricks words send you over the edge and a hand toys at the fluffy rabbit ears that are shockingly still secured on top of your head.

You’re out of words. Too stimulated to talk. So you just nod in agreement. Yes. Please. Please.

Their hips stutter to a stop and warm liquid seeps out to drool down your inner thigh.

Breathing heavy, you’re lowered back to the ground, colder now. without the friction of their bodies.

“Here,” Daryl grabs your jeans from the ground and dresses you again. His soft side peaking out now that he’s had his release. Your shoes are back on and your legs a little shaky, and finally, the boys finally take their masks off. The whites of their eyes are bright in the moonlight.

“You alright?” They both ask you as the three of you somehow manage to find your way back out of the maze.

“A little cold…” you smirk.

“But we didn’t-we didn’t scare you too bad right?”

“No.” You smile, “Don’t know if I could ever get that scared by you too love bugs.” You tease, arms wrapping around their waists and pulling them in close to you.

“Pfft,” Daryl brushes off the comment and Rick only smiles.

“Well if we didn’t scare you, then maybe next time we oughta try a little harder.”

“Next time?” You ask. The thought already going straight between your thighs.

The boys share a look over your shoulders that can only mean one thing.

“Hey, baby,” Rick catches your attention, hand guiding you towards the community gates by the small of your back as he searches in his jacket pocket for his keys. “You ever been to a house of mirrors?”

[vinjinssunglasses]

Helloooo, i saw the req box is open so here i am!! Can i req for a nsfw goo please? The one that included versatile/switch!goo and nipple play (on him) 😳👉🏻👈🏻 hehe thank uuuu <333 i love ur writings💕💕

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character; kim junggoo

summary; Gun and Goo have been hiding something from you, yet it all gets pushed to back of your mind when he’s grinding against you. Why have they been hiding Gitae from you? It’s all a blur.

tags;, female + male masturbation, nipple play ( clamps + vibrator), edging, slight orgasm denial

w/c; 3.8k

a/n tysm for req!! I swear I’ll write something cute after this. HELSO ILY TYSM ilovesubgoosoimightve

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Inside this fancy penthouse, you let yourself sink into the sheets of the king-sized mattress. Junggoo lays there next to you, letting himself snooze for what he promised as another 10 minutes. Of course, he’s lying again. Your hand rests upon his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing against the soft skin, adoring his sleeping face. The room was bathed in the soft light peeking in from the half closed curtains. It was quiet, besides your steady breathes and the sounds of the bustling city below at 9am. There was nothing but the two of you, bodies subconsciously drawn together, finding comfort in each others arms.

Junggoo… Dating him felt like mood swings. The giggle and joy you get from his unserious side, cracking jokes at the worst of times. Although a dark turn takes place when he becomes serious, silent and brooding. Sliding his katana out of his sheath, the tension palpitating at the sift in mood, from one of comedy to horror. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how you got here, waking up with a maniac right beside you. Was it fate when you first met?

Sitting up, you stretched and groaned as you dragged your feet to the kitchen. What should I cook..? Eggs and bacon is fine. It was all you had in the fridge anyway, **this was a throwaway apartment after all. In the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sizzling eggs mingled with the scent of Goo from your skin. You stretched out your sore back and rubbed your tired eyes again, but nothing seemed to shake off that lingering sleepiness.

Dishing it all into two plates, you took them into the living room to where Goo lazed himself upon… Goo lazed himself upon?

“Here—“ You paused. “Weren’t you just sleeping?”

“I promised I’d be awake in 10 minutes, didn’t I?” Goo yawned, taking the plates away from you.

“..I was in the kitchen for 30 minutes?” You sat down leaning against your favourite cushion, while Goo only smirked.

Another hour passes, and you’re curled up together, watching a show he picked after arguing. Goo seemed to also find it boring, yet he didn’t want to switch to what you picked as he promised it would be interesting. As you leaned in closer, your legs brushed, the heat between you almost impossible to ignore. He kept stealing glances, lips playing into a grin each time.

“Hey, where’s Gun?” you hadn’t seen him in ages, it wasn’t worrying, but you were just curious.

“He’s out right now,” Goo smirked, as if he had an idea. Turning down the volume, his voice became low, just above a whisper.

“You know what that means…?” His hands rested upon your thigh, teasingly moving upwards..

“What if Gun comes back, huh?” But you loved that idea. It had been so damn long since you’ve had a taste of him — too many nights where he’d tease only to be interrupted. And now, with Gun Gone, the spark between you were ready to be united.

“We’ll be quick, I promise~” Goo smiled, your legs straddling him, eagerly grinding.

Your hands find their way into his shirt, while his finger gently traces down your spine; his hand shamelessly slipping into your pants. Goo‘s warm lips run down your jaw, nestling his face in your neck while he plants kisses and hickeys all over. You part your lips from just a moment, gazing into his lust-hungry eyes that can never get enough. All before he pulls you back in for more.

Neither of you heard the door unlocking, nor the keys jiggling as someone entered. The both of you were too distracted by the panting and the rushing to take clothes off. It wasn’t until his silhouette loomed in the hallway, arms crossed like a scolding parent, and his voice that the heat between you chilled. You froze, breath hitching and eyes widening as his footsteps echoed. Goo’s hands dropped immediately with an exasperated groan.

“Seriously, now?”

Gun sighed deeply, voice sharp, underlined by a twitching smirk that hinted he wasn’t surprised in the least. “In the living room? What are you, animals?”

You scrambled to grab your shirt, cheeks flushed, while Goo slumped back with a sigh.

“Can’t we have one moment?” He muttered, throwing a frustrated glance his way while lazily throwing on his own clothes. The two of you thought this was finally your time. Until Gun walked in.

“It’s time to go, Junggoo. I was sent here to pick you up.” Gun crosses his arms.

“Duty calls, babe.” He playfully kisses your cheek, shoving on a jacket and shoes. “I’ll make it up to ya~”

He waves, shutting the door behind him. Damn it. It wasn’t enough. You simply needed the heat and his wait of his body over yours, possessively holding onto your body, all while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Or those sweet times you tied him to a chair, edging him while he could barely choke out a word; his cock twitching for a much needed release.

Slumped on the sofa, this time only accompanied by your deteriorating sanity, the ache between your legs a cruel reminder of what you couldn’t have. It wasn't just the physical need — it was the longing for his touch, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world when his eyes were on you.

It was as if your hand were possessed — fingers ghosting down your body, breath hitching as a warm sensation spread throughout you, desperate for the release of the tension building inside. Using two fingers to spread your folds apart, your finger submerged itself in your own juices. It pained you how much you wanted — no, needed — him next to you right now. Teasing you on how horny he made you, hitting all your favourite spots as sultry moans escaped your throat.

You panted, lips parting as to moan his damned name, while you felt your fingers cramping. If only he were there, to rub your g-spot exactly how you licked it, kissing and licking up on your clit. However, now you only had your fingers to circle your throbbing nub, and it was nowhere near enough. It’ll never compare to how he makes you tremble from the pleasure.

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That same night, they were back late, once again. This time, you head the door open, and the familiar fussing of Goo complaining and Gun’s nonchalance.

“We’re back.” Gun’s voice were tired, without warmth from the lack of energy, hanging his jacket up and locking the door.

“If I hear Gun complain one more time, im going to jump out the car!” Goo groaned, seeming unfazed, kicking off his shoes.

“Would save me the trouble of having to deal with you.” Jonggun deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

“I just finished cooking.” You smirked, watching the familiar fuss between them two of them. Always arguing as if they’re kids. “Try not to kill each other.”

“Finally!” As soon as he heard that, he practically flew to the dining table. “Smells great, babe!”

The both of them blabber amongst themselves as you place each plate before them. Junggoo slumped in his chair, picking up his fork with the enthusiasm of a lottery winner. “I’m starved. I could kiss you right now.” He smirked, the challenge in his voice unmistakeable.

You leaned in, lips barely brushing when Gun’s voice cut through, sharp and distasteful.

“Don’t even think about it.” Gun winced and kicked his leg under the table, eyebrows curling in disgust, while the pain turned Goo’s smirk into a grimace. The evening went on, laughing and chatting as usual.

“Right..” You started, drawing their attention back onto you. “So, what happened while you were out?”

Junggoo’s fork slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the table. The lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet and uptight, one that you disliked. His eyes flicked to Gun, lingering there, who could only dart from Goo’s to your expression. His fingers drummed one against the table before stilling, the silence dragging on enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Well..?” You pressed, voice steady. yet neither of them wanted to speak, as if what happened were a secret between the two of them. You hated secrets. After knowing each other for years, could we all not trust the other enough? Underneath your voice lay the worst possibilities you could imagine.

Finally, Junggoo cleared his throat, shaking it off with a laugh. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. It was the same as always.” That glance he shot Gun says otherwise.

“Okay..” Even after taking that as an answer, you hated that feeling — the feeling that they were keeping something from you. The world will keep spinning whether you knew or not, yet it still gnawed at you.

A thick silence settled in the air, apart from the scratching of forks against plates and the heavy rise and falls of breaths. What could either of them possibly say to break the tension?

“Tomorrow.” Junggoo’s voice cut through the quiet, eager to start a conversation in the midst of this sudden awkwardness. “We’re going to meet a friend of mine.”

“Another of your secret friends?” You asked, but haven’t you met them all?

“Well, it’s more like a friend of a friend. Kim Gitae.” Goo immediately shut his mouth after foolishly muttering that name. That name, it clung to your mind, all so familiar yet you had no clue. Kim Gitae..

That Kim Gitae. The Gitae who ruthlessly murdered Gapryong Kim, legend of the first generation, and fled back to Mexico. All of the rumours that spread were nasty — detailing vivid scenes of his unmerciful crimes. A drug dealer who resides in Mexico, occasionally flying back to Korea to stir up more trouble.

Suddenly loosing all the appetite you had left, your fork hovered in the air.

“Kim Gitae..” Those words hung in the air. “Why the hell are you meeting him?”

Your tone wasn’t masked, and you didn’t care. Disapproval rolled off your tongue in the worst way imaginable, heavy enough to make the room feel suffocating. Junggoo shifted in his seat, clearly noticing your change in demeanour.

“There’s no need to worry, it’ll all be fine!” Goo tried to undermine the situation, yet your attitude remained the same “Look, uh —, Gun wont be tagging along, he’s busy.”

“Doing—“ You let out a sigh. “Nevermind” It wasn’t worth the hassle, you knew that more than likely they would lie.

That next morning, you were awoken by the loud ringing of the alarm clock. On the other hand, Goo slept quietly in your arms, taking slow breaths that tickled your skin. Your hand rests upon his cheek, moving towards his golden, smooth strands.

“Goo, Its time to wake up,” You placed a kiss upon his cheek, softly whispering against his ear. “Goo?”

Nudging him this time, you called his name out again to no avail. “You told me to wake you up early, you idiot..”

Despite your efforts he’s still unconsciously tossing and turning. What was the point of waking him up in the first place? Gitae’s arriving at 5pm, not 5am. Is that why he set his alarm for 5am…? Either way, you weren’t exactly keen on having dinner with him. Out of all people, it had to be him.

4pm eventually came around, and you were in Goo’s special sports car. His hand rests upon your thigh, gently stirring the steering wheel while playing your favourite songs on repeat.

“I’m not happy about this, you know.” Fingers tapping against the armrest, you face away from him, letting the cool breeze glide across your face. Seriously, how much has he been hiding from you?

“Babe, it’ll all be fine. I promise you.”

“Yeah, but don’t you know what he’s done?!” The car suddenly came to a halt. Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to look at Goo who was now staring at you.

“The lights suddenly changed. My bad.” That stern voice. As if he’s giving you a warning to be quiet. Swallowing your pride, your breath became heavier, and you felt as if time were frozen.

For the rest of the ride, you didnt dare let a word pass your lips. Occasionally, your eyes would linger towards Junggoo’s, whose face remained unfazed. To Goo, it was all a blur. First, why did you know that about Gitae in the first place? Neither him nor Gun have ever mentioned his name to you prior, and what relevance does that name have to you? Therefore it must’ve been done by someone on purpose. Who? Counting through all the people he’s introduced to you, he doubts any of them were close enough to mention a man like that.

“Junggoo?” You called, alarmed, and he swerved the car out of the way of another vehicle. Zoning out on the road like that is dangerous, he knew that; yet the thought still lingers in the back of his mind. He lets out a hum as a response.

“Look, maybe I was a little out of line. I’m just.. worried about you.”

“It’s fine, it’s also mine. I know I shouldn’t have acted like that.” He hand rubs your thigh, softly smiling when you place your hand atop his. By this time, he were reversing into a parking spot.

Suspiciously, Goo had this smirk playing across his lips, yet you could only anticipate for what he was about to do. You couldn’t take your eyes off him for even a second. He paused for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of his next move, then turns to you, hands curling around yours in a possessive grip.

“You know what you could do to make it up, huh?” His voice low, teasing, sending a thrill throughout you. Goo unbuckled his seatbelt, positioning himself between your legs as he began to undo his blouse.

“Now?” This time, there was nobody to interrupt you, but in the car is a questionable choice. What’s more concerning is the possibility someone might hear the two of you.

“The windows are one-way. They can’t see in.” He reassures, lips ghosting over your neck sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating against his ebody as he lightly rubbed his growing erection against you breathe warm against your neck.

“It’s a small space so…” The words hang in the air, and deep down, you know you crave to hear his sultry moans in your ear, to feel the raw desire between you.

“No more excuses.” Goo held your hands and pressed them against his hips, trailing them to his ass. When he’s acting so sexy like this, you don’t want to refuse. Damn it.

Your hands wander from his chest towards his v-line and you slowly unbutton his jeans, slipping your fingers down towards his cock that leaked with pre-cum. Goo lowered his head through hooded lids at the sight of you teasing his sensitive, pink tip, taking deep breathes as your finger encircled it.

Junggoo couldn’t help but buckle his hips toward your hand, body pleading for you to wrap your hands around it. When you gently stroked from the tip, down to the base, a wave of pleasure shot through him. Under his breath, he only quietly whimpered for more, ashamed of his voice leaking. And you knew exactly how to make him scream.

Your hands trailed towards his now erect nipples, teasing the area around. They only slightly brushed against the soft pink areolas, yet his breath hitched at the feathery contact. Gently squeezing his chest, you peppered kisses, deliberately missing everywhere he craved your attention for. Junggoo whined, resting upon your neck, and he could only bite his lip.

They twitched, aching for your touch. You smirked watching as he finally started begging.

“Just touch my nipples already, ugh, I can’t carry on, I..” He whined, while you drop your hands.

“If you really want it, then beg for it.” Beg? No, a great swordsman like him can’t fall to the need for his nipples to be teased. Then again, the tension building inside could only be calmed by you.

“Please, please, I- I need you. Touch me, please,” Junggoo sobbed breathlessly, and you obliged, gently pinching and twisting the tips. You took your time, rolling his bills between your fingers, watching his breath hitch at every slow twist and tug. It seemed as if the pleasure pushed the thoughts back, not caring at all anymore, letting his body bask in the pleasure.

“More..” He whimpered, grinding against you once more as his cock was left lonely. It twitched furiously, yearning for your hand for stroke it once more. Your fingers travelled down his stomach to clasp around his dick, softly stroking up and down. Junggoo let out a sigh, smiling as he tilted his head back.

Your lips wrapped around his nipple, warm and soft, swirling over it in slow, tantalising motions that made him go crazy. A desperate moan escaped his lips, rough and trembling, gripping onto your hair.

“Where’s the toys?” You whisper brushed over his skin, a command more than a question, as your hands settled possessively at his hips.

“G..Glovebox. The glovebox..” Goo stammered, voice already laced with anticipation. With a sly smile, he twisted around and opened it, pulling out his favourite toys: a set of nipple clamps and a small, egg vibrator.

You started with the clamps, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as you placed them over his already sensitive nipples, watching as they tightened around them. He let out a quick, surprised gasp, as if the pleasure hit harder than expected. The initial pinch was sharp, a sting that instantly transformed into a throbbing warmth that let pain and thrill mix together. Each little tug and tease made the delightful pain ache more, making his whole body shiver in delight.

Then came the egg vibrator.. Three modes - light, medium and high. Oh, you knew exactly what to do.

You trailed down slowly, hovering over his lost sensitive places, watching the anticipation build. On the lightest setting, it trailed slow, teasing circles around the swollen length, barely grazing it, yet enough to make him gasp. His hands gripped upon your hair for any sort of remorse, voice trembling.

“Please, I’m getting close…” Goo mumbled, body trembling against yours. With a wicked smile, you turned the setting up to medium, pressing it directly against it, sending a low, steady pace that made his thighs tense; his whole body jerking at the touch. You could feel him suppressing his voice, worried if someone might hear. However the thought of him being too loud only turned him on more.

“Not yet.” As you released the clamps, a sharp gasp escaped his lips, his chest rising as blood rushed back, bringing a wave of heightened sensitivity. The sudden released left the fragile skin tingling with a hint of relief and a lingering ache. His nipples pulsed open air, each brush making his body shudder with a newlyfound sensitivity.

“Please..! I need to..!” Goo pleaded, gritting his teeth. Your lips closed around his nipples, and he instinctively arched his back, a wave of ecstasy surging through him. As you lightly sucked, his breath hitched, clenching his fists, unable to handle the sweet sensation pulsing through him.

Suddenly, you stopped, leaving him breathless, stranded on the edge. Goo panted, looking down upon you with a confused look. He still wanted more.

“Why’d you stop? I’m so close..” He muttered, disappointed, grinding upon you for any sort of friction. Goo leaned back, twisting and pulling his nipples, whining. The sight was captivating, watching as he took over where you left off. His chest rose with every shaky breath, hands moving with an urgency that mirrored his desperation. A slow, needy gasp escaped his lips, full of a dangerous mix of frustration and pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore — his eyes meeting yours, silently communicating for you to replace his shaky hands, daring you to watch as he chased the satisfaction you so selfishly denied.

Junggoo groaned as you took his twitching dick into your hands, stroking rapidly. Each stroke was swift, rough, as if a punishment for being such a slut. The sounds of slick friction and shallow breathes filled the air, driving him closer to his long awaited finish line. His eyes met yours, his whole body at your mercy, submitting to the pace you set.

“Shit, ugh..! I’m going to, cum.. I’m cumming..!” He stammered, body tensing as he finally gave in, loosing himself completely. A guttural moan escaped his lips as his jaw became loose, his grip tightening around your hair. Junggoo’s body jerked with each wave of pleasure drowning him, leaving him breathless and spent, completely at your mercy.

“Pass me a tissue.” You let out a small chuckle, watching the cum dripping from your fingers.

The sound of the airport bustling was a familiar one, people dragging their suitcase along escalators and distant chatter. You turn your gaze to Goo, who seems as if he’s found our Gitae.

“He’s there, let’s go.” He took your hand dragging you towards a slumping figure. As you looked closer, you took in his unique appearance — a sleek, raven hair, with deep eyes that seemed to pierce through you. He straightened, gaze zeroing in Goo, instantly recognising him.

“Junggoo, he told me?” Gitae’s voice was low and smooth, his cruel eyes sizing him with a hint of cold amusement. He loomed over Goo’s shorter frame, the same ruthless stare he used for his victims.

“That’s right. Nice to meet you, Gitae.” Goo extended his hand with a calculated politeness, however the tension between the two were palpable. The air felt thick and heavy with unspoken intent as their eyes locked — a silent test of wills, perhaps? A smirk played across the taller man’s lips as he asked to lead the way, gaze lingering for a second too long. It makes you wonder what’s happened behind the scenes. Why wouldn’t he tell you?

You sighed as you took a seat as passenger, reminding you of the pornographic scene played here not long ago. A suden chuckle came from behind you, and you turned to face him, curious.

“It smells of sex in here. Did you two just finish a session?” He leaned back in his seat, watching how the two of you instantly avoided eye contact, unable to even look in the others direction.

[kittykat-25]

Not Alone- An S.Coups Story

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Seungcheol x F. Reader

Genre: strangers x friends x lovers, Hurt x Comfort, found family, seventeen being the best friends and brothers.

Synopsis: After begging the famous K-pop sensation S.Coups for help in the Seoul street market your life completely flips upside down, bringing you true friendship and a chance at true love.

Warnings: brief show of domestic violence

A/N: This story is purely fiction. It talks about harsh things such as domestic violence, suicide and anxiety. This in no way represents the artist or their families. It is all made up

Scoups rolled over, his alarm blaring, “mhmm” the small body next to him groaned. Hitting the snooze and rolling back over, he knew he needed to get up and finished getting things ready for Japan but he curled back up around you, “do you need to get up?” You muttered despite wrapping your arms around him. Cheol chuckled, “I’m not moving now.” Adjusting his body so you were pressed against his chest. He traced shapes on your back as you snuggled closer to him, “I don’t want to hold you up. When does your flight leave?” You asked quietly. His hand stilled, “a few hours.” His hand started trailing up to the back of your head running his hand through your hair. “Just let me stay here until I have to go.” He replied leaning his head down towards yours. Nodding you pulled the blankets up, “whatever you want cheollie.”

“Choi Seungcheol!” Seungmins voice echoed through the house. His door flung open making Scoups jump, jostling and waking you in the process. “What?!” He snapped back. “You are aware you leave for Japan today right? Why are you not packed?” Seungmin asked from the doorway. He watched his brother glare at him before gently moving the girl and covering her back up. “Did you have to yell?” He whispered as he pushed Seungmin out the door. “She still sleeping without nightmares?” Scoups nodded his head, wanting nothing more than to be back in bed with you. “Your flight leaves in two hours. Get ready.” He said before walking back downstairs. Cheol made his way back to the bed before leaning down, “time to get up pretty girl.” He whispered, his lips grazing your forehead. You mumbled unpleasantries at him before opening your eyes, finding Cheol gazing down at you fondly. “Good morning to you too.” He mused. Trying to restrain your smile at his disheveled hair you reached up and ran your hand through it, “your hair has a mind of its own.” Leaning onto your touch he smiled taking in your state, hair a mess, one of his old shirts wrapped around your body. “I’m aware I look like a mess.” You muttered sitting up more. “You look beautiful, you always do.” Cheol replied, making your face heat up as your eyes locked into his. “I- uh should go wash up if we need to leave soon.” You stammered, pulling your hand back and sliding out of the bed. Cheol nodded, and watched you scramble out of his room.

The drive to the airport was silent, Jeonghan driving and you in the backseat lost in thought. Scoups kept looking in the mirror at you making his friend chuckle. “Y/n are you ready for the chaos that is living with seventeen?” Jeonghan asked, you gave a half smile, “I’ll miss the fancy mattress but I think it’ll be fun.” Jeonghan laughed while Scoups pouted, “that’s all you miss?” You sighed, “I suppose I miss Kkuma, why are you taking my girl from me?” Scoups jaw fell open making Hannie cackle. “Fine don’t miss me. I’ll just stay in Japan.” He remarked. Jeonghan saw your smirk falter before returning, “can I have the g wagon then?” You asked, the sass no longer evident on your voice. Jeonghan nudged Scoups arm, both of them noticing the shift in you immediately. “I was promised that car years ago Jagiya.” Jeonghan replied with a smile. Huffing you sat back in the seat, letting your thoughts consume you the rest of the ride.

Standing back while Scoups talks to Jeonghan trying not to listen in, you stepped away going to check his flight times again. Scoups watched y/n walk away, “Hannie just look after her please.” He practically begged his friend. “Scoupssi I’ve got her. Don’t worry. Enjoy your break.” Jeonghan replied also watching the girl make her way back to them. “I’ll give you a minute.” He said to his friend before walking towards the restroom leaving Scoups with you. “Be safe Cheol, have fun.” You said with a smile, avoiding eye contact. “Y/n.” You looked up at him, eyes watering; he opened his arms. Sniffling you walked into them, wrapped your arms tightly around his frame. “Y/n, my pretty girl I’m coming back. I’ll be home in two weeks.” You nodded, shaking the tears loose, “be safe and come home to me Cheollie.” Scoups hugged you tighter, “I’ll always come back to you.” He responded gently. He saw Jeonghan watching them, tapping his watch. Stepping back you moved to his side; Jeonghan wrapped his arm around your shoulder as Scoups gathered his bags. “Keep my girl safe and happy Hannie. Look after the kids.” Scoups reminded his friend. Jeonghan nodded, moving aside as Cheol hugged you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting go, “I’ll call you when I land.” He murmured quietly, swiping a stray tear off your cheek. You nodded, not trusting your voice. Scoups walked away, feeling his eyes water as his hand pulled free of your grasp. Forcing himself to keep walking, his own tears now falling down his face.

[kteezy997]

the first time-part two (end)//t.c.

warnings: smut, doggystyle, talking about cum, cumshot, fluffy dirty talk, light spanking, cowgirl, light tiddy sucking Continued directly from part one.

After teasing your clit with the head of his cock, he plunged his length into you.

The pressure was back, he pushed deeper inside of you, stretching you even more. All you could manage was a "mm" with every other thrust he gave you.

Timmy held your hips with a firm but gentle grip, he would knead his thumbs against the flesh of your ass here and there.

You were so wet that you could hear clicking sounds as he rutted in and out of you. You just took what he gave, and it felt incredible. At one point, he rammed his cock all the way in, keeping it there. You moaned like a porn star. It was so erotic, having him sheathed completely inside your pussy.

You felt Timmy leaning over your body to kiss your head, you turned to look back at him. Your eyes met and he smirked at you, kissed your cheek, keeping his face close to yours. He then started to buck his hips again. You got to stare right into his dreamy green eyes as his cock was in you.

"This pussy is all mine." he declared.

"Yes, I'm so happy you're my first, and my only, I hope." you whimpered as his cock hit your g spot, and you bit your lip.

He put his hand on your cheek, holding your face to hold his gaze, saying, "I'm never gonna let you go." He then kissed you firmly on the lips. He pulled away and leaned back before using his hand to move you onto your side a bit and putting both of your legs over and started to fuck you a rapid pace. His lower tummy slapped your ass cheek loudly.

After a moment, he said lowly and nearly out of breath, "I'm gonna come."

"I want you to come, baby. Give me your cum, Timmy." you cooed, you were sweaty, your skin flushed, Timmy was as well.

“I’ll give it to you, my love.” he huffed, pulling his cock out of your pussy, and pumping his hand along the length.

You got on your back, leaned up on your elbows to watch him come.

He let out a guttural groan, jerking his cock hard and fast, then little streams leaked out of his slit. Most of his cum spirted out onto your stomach in small puddles.

Timmy moaned softly in relief afterwards and looked in your eyes and grinned.

The first time he ever came on you. You realized your sex life would be a great series of firsts from now on.

He collapsed on you, wrapping his arms around your body. Your skin stuck to his as he snuggled up to you.

You felt so warm and cozy and put your hands in his hair. The nape of his neck was saturated with sweat after making love to you. You hummed contently, combing through his messy curls as he rested his cheek on your breasts.

You cuddled and snoozed on the couch together for a while, then after probably an hour or two, you stirred in your sleep, opening your eyes to Timmy carrying you to your bedroom. He tucked you under the covers and got under them right next to you. You were half asleep but could still feel his warm lips on your cheek in a sweet kiss.

You slept like a baby for several hours. You woke up well rested, but the sun had barely even started to come up. You looked over to see Timmy still sound asleep, his naked chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. He looked so sweet and peaceful, yet so handsome and sensual. You wanted to fuck him again, you couldn't help it.

You scooted over to him, kissing his face lightly. Starting with his cheekbones, you moved your lips down to his jawline, then back up to his perfect nose. You stopped at his lips to press a firm kiss there, hoping it would be the one to wake him.

When he didn't even stir, you whispered to him, "Timmy, wake up."

"Mm-mm." he hummed in protest.

"Oh, so you are awake?" you smirked.

"No." he said, his voice barely audible, his eyes still closed.

"What can I do to wake you?" you asked, kissing his chin.

"Hmm," you saw his mouth turn into a smirk as well, "I bet you can think of something."

You raised yourself up slightly, to kiss his lips again. You felt him kiss you back albeit weakly as he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

You trailed some kisses down his chin, his throat, over his Adam’s apple and to his chest. You moved and got half on top of him, then kitten licked his nipples.

Timmy slid his arm up under the pillow to elevate his head so he could watch you.

You had no nerves anymore when it came to sex. Because your partner was Timmy, and you always felt comfortable with him, so at home in his presence.

You kissed his abs, admiring the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. You parted your lips and ran your tongue down the line of his torso.

He groaned low in his throat as you edged past his waistline, tossing your comforter aside. His dick was resting soft, and upward on his stomach.

You moved downward on the bed, leaning over his lower body to put your mouth in his cock, licking slowly down the side of it.

You took his cock in your hand with a delicate touch and lapped at the tip. You heard Timmy moan, and looked up at him, his hand on his chest, relaxing, and his eyes on you.

You put your lips around the tip, sucking, gaining a slow rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks after a while. You moaned on his dick, it felt so good in your mouth. You moved your lips back and forth, teasing his tip.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that baby.” Timmy praised, putting his hand on your head.

You felt even more confident after hearing those words from him. You went on, slathering his cock with your saliva and sucking him, alternating using your hands as well.

After a couple of minutes, the head of his cock was pink, and he was fully hard. You felt his sensitive scrotum, which were full. You ran your tongue over them, making Timmy hiss in response.

You saw a little bit of precum dripping from the slit of his cock, you wanted to taste it so badly. You lapped up with creamy little dribbles in an instant. He was a little bit salty, but also sweet on your tongue.

“You like how hard I get for you, pretty girl?” your boyfriend’s soft, sleepy voice cooed.

“Yes, I love your cock. Can’t believe I went without it for so long.” His precum leaked a drop again, you licked it up.

“Fuck, it’s so sexy when you do that.” Timmy’s breath hitched as he spoke. He was very turned on, you could tell.

“You’re sexy, Timmy, I can’t keep myself off of you.” you were so horny, and you meant every word. Now that he had your virginity, it was like a whole new world to explore together.

“Don’t fight it. Get on top.” he instructed, “And fuck me like a good girl.”

You giggled, then did as you were told, straddling Timmy, and sinking onto his hard cock that he held in place to enter you. You shuddered as you felt your pussy stretching to the mold of his length.

As you started to bounce slowly on him, his hands went from your hips to your ass, and he spanked you hard.

You gasped loudly, not expecting it, the pain was a shock. But you liked it. You put your hands on his chest to anchor yourself, and gradually, you fucked him faster. Wet plopping noises from between your bodies filled your bedroom. The head of his cock rammed your g spot, causing you to take the Lord’s name in vain several times.

Timmy had content look on his face underneath you. You were his focus, he held you close, making sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself of course. He had love and pleasure in his green eyes. “You feel so good.” he’d say, and “My girl takes my cock so well. You were made for me.”

Your heart melted, and your pussy throbbed.

He sat up, holding you in his arms.

You remained on his cock, gliding to and fro on his lap now.

“Moan for me, I want to hear you.” he ordered, his voice low, daring you to obey. He thrusted his hips upward, so he was balls deep in you.

“Ohhh, fuck!” you cried. As he met your thrusts with his own, you moaned and whimpered. You held the back of Timmy’s head, your fingers wound into his bed-head curls.

He put his hand on your breast, then put his lip around your nipple.

“Mm!” you hummed, feeling his tongue flick over your hard bud.

Timmy kneaded your tit in his hand as he suckled your nipple. He switched to your other nipple, nipping at it with his teeth. It was enough to send you into euphoria, and you came. You shook softly in his arms, and he kissed your face, holding you to his chest as you came down from your high.

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