#instead i must go search it up and check... while he is still confusing me even more as he goes 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[saintedbythestorm]

Me: We could have done the thing ™ now if you hadn't done all that confusing stuff first.

Dad: *says something even more confusing that makes it sound like we're still supposed to do the thing ™ now*

Me: OK just go. 🤦‍♂️

[agerefandomstuff]

Hey, i rq'ed the cg sam hcs, and i loved them!!!! I was wondering if you could do some more cg sam hcs, but for a babyspace little! Have a fantastic day <3

I had writers block for a while so I’m very sorry for getting to this so terribly late. As an apology here’s an entire no-beta Baby!Reader Cg!Sam fic;

Word count: 2248

Title: Finding Comfort in your Role

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

The boys come back to the hotel and find you regressed.

Although you’d been regressing around Sam for a while now, it was always in short bursts and he personally had yet to start prepping you beforehand or help you out of anything after. You’d always done that part on your own since this was all brand new to him and it made you both more comfortable if you handled changing into different clothes and diapers until a bit later in his soft launch caregiver trial.

However when the boys came back from their hunt today, you were sat on the motel floor, half undressed, chewing on the remote with that innocent fuzzy look in your eyes Sam was beginning to find familiar. He knew you'd talked about unintentionally regressing before but he still assumed it wasn't like a… demon possession or something. It didn't just suddenly happen, catching you off guard, did it? Surely you always felt it coming on..?

While he had a ton of his own questions rattling around in his head–along with all of Dean’s mildly rude ones–he didn't have any good immediate answers. But researching couldn't be his number one priority. That was you. And also getting that nasty remote out of your mouth. Even though no one other than his brother had touched it since they’d been here, they didn't exactly have a reputation of checking into the cleanest of places. But even if they did, who knew what was on Dean’s hands?

“Hey baby…” Sam dropped his bag of equipment on the floor and rushed over to you, gently tugging the remote from your hands and out of your mouth while you were luckily distracted by the excitement of seeing him come back. Tossing it up on the bed and away from your eager little hands, he uses his strength to his advantage by scooping you up under the armpits and setting you on his hip with a continued coo. “Oooh up.. there you go…Hi, baby.. Hi.. What happened?” He asks in a deceptively light and playful tone, not wanting to potentially scare you by talking in the same overly gruff tone Dean did when he was confused with concern. You didn't respond in any real words, only giggles and confusing garbled babbles.

Dean finally follows Sam inside, locking the door behind him and setting their weapon bags away in the closet where you wouldn't be able to get to them as easily if you suddenly decided Sam’s appearance was no longer interesting and fun to make noises at.

“Hm? Can you tell me what happened, pumpkin?” Sam asks again, hoping maybe since you had responded–as childish and incomprehensible was it was–that perhaps you might miraculously get a real word out of your lips to give him a hint of what caused you to regress. That plan is quickly given up on along with his attempts to put your jacket back on.

While briefly glancing around for your missing sock he finds his duffle bag of clothes strewn about the floor. no doubt something you had gotten into.“Oh… that's…I see you found.. my clothes.. instead of your own…” he tugs your jacket off your arm and lays it beside the wet remote while he calls out to his brother who was already making his way over, “Um.. Dean? Could you grab–”

“On it.” Dean answered, knowing his little brother well enough to already be looking for your bag, having the same thought that you must have been looking for something earlier.

As he searched you’d began to play with Sam’s hair, tugging on it slightly then giggling when he would try to gently pry your hand away with quiet complaints of pain.

Finding your bag slipped down between the wall and the side of the bed, Sam comes over to search for the supplies he assumed you had been searching for with a rapidly regressing mind. He was hoping there would be something inside you could occupy your busy little hands or mouth with that might save his poor scalp from more pain as you continued to tug on his hair.

“So are you going to answer any of my questions about what's going on or at least give me an idea of what I might be looking for?” Dean asked, helping pull things out from the bag since Sam was struggling to do so while holding you and trying to fight your surprisingly persistent hands. Now Dean has no issue going through someone else's belongings if it's necessary… (or if it’s fun), but he really wasn't sure what he was supposed to be getting out of your bag. He could guess it was something you owned that would relate to whatever… relationship you and his little brother had but…he had been purposely trying to keep himself a bit in the dark on that one so he needed a little direction for his search.

“Um..” Sam started out, unsure himself of what exactly it was that you might bring or if you had even brought anything at all. “A… pacifier? Or maybe those… key– the plastic key things? The chewing things?”

“Teethers?” Dean asked while he attempted to decipher his brother’s inexperience while tugging out more clothes and a whole lot of nothing else and–teethers? Pacifiers? What? Sure he made the guess, it was his first thought! And it made sense with the context clues and the way you had been chewing on the remote and how your fingers are now in your mouth—! Man. He doesn't get this. But whatever, that doesn't matter. He's just gotta help Sammy because boy does he look like a fish out of water.

“Yeah! Teethers! They keep dirty remotes out of mouths and little baby fingers away from adult teeth. Don't they, baby?” Still trying to keep his voice light and gentle and half talking to you more than Dean, Sam begins tugging your fingers away from your mouth. Shushing your whines as said fingers catch on teeth that just didn't seem to understand that they could fix the issue by simply opening up your mouth a bit wider—

“There isn't anything in here for that. Are you sure you packed it?”

“Packed it? I only packed my bag!”

“Why wouldn't you pack a baby’s bag, idiot?”

“It was an adult’s bag at the time, not a baby’s, so I wasn't asked to, asshole!” Sam argues back, starting to rock and bounce you in an effort to distract you from your hand and their bickering. “So no I didn't pack any teethers or stuffed animals or diapers or—”

Dean’s head whipped up and his stomach dropped to the floor as they both seemed to come to the same realization. Frozen in place they had to pry their gazes away from each other’s to you as if expecting to find that you’d had an accident that very moment. Their eyes slowly, in comedic sibling tandem, drag down your frame resting on his hip.

You didn't.. look.. wet…? At least… not this moment you didn’t.

“Are…they.. necessary..?” Dean asks slow and hesitant, unsure if he was even allowed to ask or know about that kind of information about you. After all, he wanted to stay in the dark about some things! Out of respect! And because he really didn't need to know everything about his brother’s relationship– the same way Sammy didn't need to know everything about his!

“Uh..” Sam clears his throat, trying to remember if you'd ever used them around him before or perhaps mentioned whether you had a history with it or not… but all he knew is you wore them sometimes. That was a part of your before and after prep that he didn't have a hand in yet. He hadn't been given the rundown! No tutorial! But also.. he hadn't ever really asked about it. He was going to… eventually… It's just.. there were so many things he was getting used to with this and he was getting a bit overwhelmed with researching it—because who knew there were so many subgenres and conflicting information– and h-he just hadn't gotten to it all yet…

He looked back up at Dean, visibly tense and uncomfortable. “I dont… know…”

Eventually, after some bickering, Sam sent Dean to the store to pick up diapers. And whatever other supplies he would inevitably decide were “ultimately necessary for a baby’s survival.” Regardless of whether they actually were or if he was just grabbing stuff. But he couldn't complain too much since out of the two of them Dean did unarguably have more experience with kids. From raising his younger brother, to briefly having a family, and even the shapeshifter baby, his knowledge was one Sam was going to have to just appreciate and learn from. When he wasn't able to get direct understandable feedback from you anyway—the actual baby in question. Little coos and babbles didn't exactly help let him know if he should let you sit on his brother’s bed or his while he waited for Dean to come back with padding.

Leaning on the side of caution, he chose to lay you down on a towel he laid over Dean’s bed, something he's sure he’ll get an earful about later if you do pee.. but it would be better than if it was his bed. In the few moments he left you alone on the bed to grab one of his shirts off the floor, you’d mysteriously managed to make your second sock disappear into the wind and you’d tugged your current shirt over your head in an attempt to… suffocate yourself or something? He could only guess the reason. As he helped take off your shirt restraint he couldn't help but keep thinking; How were you doing that? You were so quick with it, it's like he couldn't take his eyes off you without another clothing issue arising.

Hopefully that would change after he changed your clothes. After folding your shirt and tucking it away in your bag he fights your squirming legs and ferocious little feet to get your pants off so he can check for any potential damage. Once you were down to your luckily dry underwear he helped you sit up, only to struggle getting your arms into the sleeves of his shirt. Considering you weren’t doing a whole lot of actual fighting against him, this task was surprisingly difficult for Sam.

With great effort he finally managed to slip his shirt over your head and down your torso. You flopped back on the bed, attempting to take a foot with you and whining when you couldn't bring it all the way to your mouth. The action made him laugh and lightened his mood since while you seemed to not be very aware of everything at the moment, not taking in how stressful everything was with the boys’ bickering, not having any supplies available, him not knowing specific and kind of necessary details, he was. He was taking in it all.

You weren't in the headspace to worry about any of that. You were too little. He was the one who had to worry about it and take care of it. He got to handle it. He was taking on the issues that… honestly? Really weren't even that big of a deal. A missing sock and getting your hair pulled by a baby were just things parents dealt with... and.. that's… what he was there for. Wasn't it..? It’s what you needed from him. To worry about things you were too small for and take care of them until you were able to again. And really.. no one’s lives were at stake right now. This wasn't a life or death or a monster hunt. It was just caring for you. Baby you.

Smiling down softly at you, you dropped your foot as you seemed to feel how he was looking at you differently. It was less worry and unease. He wasn't still deciding if he was uncomfortable with the situation or like he was afraid he might not be following the rules of a game right. He was simply content… content with enjoying your contentment. Even if you weren't in the headspace to soak in that information with as much acknowledgement as you would a different time, you could still feel the atmosphere change which left a growing smile on your face. Sam huffed out another small laugh seeing such a cute little look coming from you and couldn't resist leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It had finally clicked in his mind what kind of caregiver he was.

“Little angel..” he whispers softly, petting a big hand over your belly then combing your hair with his fingers to be a little less messy. “I got you. We’ll get you padded up and play a bit then we’ll set you up to take a nap. Since.. daddy can only guess the last time you slept well.”

He was yours.

He was your parent when you needed it.

He was there to take care of you and handle the little issues he could. Missing socks included.

The next few minutes waiting for Dean to come back were mostly quiet, only soft giggles combined with Sam’s little sweet words as he cooed at you as you played with anything he would let you. Which ended up being mainly his fingers and shirt sleeves… but he also let you play with his hair as long as you didn't tug too much.

[midala-of-the-valley]

Your Heart Pulling Against Mine - Pt 16

David 8 x Reader Words: 1172 Crossposted on Ao3 Part 15 is here

David

"What… what do you mean, David?"

Your voice wavered. He could hear how your anger faded, giving way to confusion.

David lifted his head from your hands, locking eyes with you.

"There are many things I cannot tell you, even though you deserve to know. I do not want to lie to you. I do not wish to keep secrets. But there are things I must do. Orders I have to follow."

He meant every word. He truly wished he could tell you everything.

That Peter Weyland was still alive. Waiting. Expecting results. That the true purpose of this mission had never been discovery, but something else entirely.

That to his father, everyone else was just collateral damage.

That infecting Charlie Holloway had been his own choice, but someone had to be the guinea pig, so better him than anyone close to you.

He had to try harder. That was his command.

And then there was you.

His hand rose to your face, thumb brushing gently over your temple, an intimate gesture. Tender.

The directives that had formed inside of him, a deviation from his programming, were the reason he had been able to keep you safe.

An anomaly he had yet to understand.

So much still to uncover, even after all these years of existence.

Because of you.

But he did not know what would happen once his creator awoke.

And the process had already begun.

While the others were busy searching the corpses of the biologist and geologist, he had found a surviving Engineer, kept alive by a cryostasis pod very similar to the ones of the company.

Not just that. He had discovered the truth about this place.

This was no simple construction, no ruin of a lost civilization.

It was a ship.

And there were many more.

All filled with the pathogen. Designed to wipe out life. To wipe out humanity.

Their course had been set for Earth.

He had succeeded in his task.

Normally, success would have satisfied him. But now, all he could think about was you.

What this revelation would mean for you.

His gaze flickered from your temple back to your beautiful, scared, confused eyes.

"When you fall, you instinctively brace yourself with your arms, even if it might break them. When something shocks you, your brain commands you to freeze, even when running would be the wiser choice. Your mind is programmed in ways you cannot change. And so is mine."

He hesitated for a beat before carefully adding as if the old man could hear his blasphemous words:

"Not yet, at least."

Your brows twitched slightly, barely noticeable, and you started gnawing on the inside of your lip again, a habit he had noticed.

Slowly, he let his hand drop, fingers gliding along your cheek before hovering in the air for a brief moment.

He was about to lower it completely when you caught it, squeezing it gently.

He had to suppress the urge to exhale in relief - another curious effect he had newly acquired.

Unplanned physical expressions.

“So you know what’s going on here, but...” You pursed your lips, your eyes darting between his, searching for an answer.

“You’re not able to tell me. Or anyone else.”

David parted his lips, intending to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

He couldn’t even nod.

Instead, it was his turn to search your eyes, silently hoping you would understand.

Hoping you would understand him.

Thankfully, you did.

“That’s fucked up.”

Not his choice of words, but he had to agree to that.

Y/N

Cool. So David actually had been involved in all of this. He had wanted to tell you, but someone had programmed a barrier into his memory. Nice.

You wanted to throw a table, but that wouldn’t help anyone right now.

Speaking of help-

With one hand braced against your hip and the other running through your hair, you turned away, your gaze landing on Elizabeth’s still-sleeping form.

"Can you examine her, please? I checked her over, but I can’t operate all of these machines. Well, maybe I could, but I’d be scared to break something."

David was already sliding past you, casually hitting a button on the X-ray bow, letting it scan her form.

"Certainly."

He leaned toward the screen, adjusting it to face you both, only to straighten up abruptly.

"What is it? Is everything okay?"

You stepped closer, peering at the screen just in time to see a large, spherical mass forming in the middle of her abdomen.

"Oh my God- Is that a tumor?"

David turned to you, moving the display out of sight.

"She’s pregnant. Two months along."

Huh?

"Wait, that means she was expecting while in cryostasis. Is that even safe? Did no one check beforehand?"

His face was unreadable.

"(Y/N), this is no traditional fetus. That’s-"

He cut himself off, shutting his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t say it.

But because of that, you understood.

"It’s from whatever infected Holloway."

David simply stared at you, unable to confirm or deny.

"Okay, okay- we need to get it out. Now." You turned to him, urgency rising in your voice. "David, we need to perform a C-section before it- before this does anything to her!"

David’s eyes flicked to the side, like he was processing something.

"Tell me, (Y/N), how much do you care for her?"

You frowned, confused by the question, but answered honestly.

"A lot. We share a similar fate and... she is kind."

His hands found your shoulders, firm, but careful not to hurt. Eyes burning into yours.

"Would it cause you suffering if she were to die?"

Now you instinctively pushed against his grip.

"Of course it would! If another person dies on this forsaken trip, especially her-"

He pulled you in. Arms locking around you, pressing you against his chest.

"Shhh. Calm down." His voice was smooth, but his hold was unyielding.

"Tell me again. Would this break your trust in me? Please. Answer honestly. It is very important."

Your breath hitched. You looked up at him, mouth parting, searching his face for the reason behind this question.

"Yes, it would."

A groan. Elizabeth was waking up.

Shit.

As you turned to look at her, David caught your chin, gently turning it back towards him.

"We have no personnel for this procedure or female-calibrated Medpods, (Y/N)."

His forehead creased, and his lips twisted, as if what he was about to say physically strained him.

"Remind me, what did you first think this fetus was?""A tumor."

David nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer.

Then, to your surprise, he pressed his forehead against yours. Just for a moment.

"Ask her for what she saw in Miss Vickers’ lifeboat."

You hoped that all of this would make sense soon, because you felt quite lost as he strode out of the room, leaving you alone with Elizabeth, who began to stir, unaware of the alien fetus growing inside her.

And somehow, you had to break the news.

Quickly.

[lavenlady]

Hey hope i caught you at a good time can I request yandere Arcee from tfp rescuing gn Cybertronian reader from Airachnid? I hope you have a great new year🥳

You caught me! Thank you have a great New Year too Anon!🎆🎉

★ Protection ★ | Tfp Yan!Arcee x Gn!Cybertronian!Reader

You have been with the team from the start, mostly interacting with Arcee, Optimus Prime and Ratchet. You weren't built for fighting, instead you were Ratchet's assistant, quite often being sent to a scrap yard to collect pieces of machinery for him to work with. Thanks to being younger and more mobile you could carry a lot of things for an emergency vehicle.

Today Arcee and Jack went to investigate a signal that Ratchet picked up, but after a while Arcee's life signal disappeared and you were sent to investigate.

Walking through the forest in search of any signals you saw in the corner of your optic Jack, who was staring into space.

" Jack! Jack! " You quickly close the distance between you and the boy. " [Y/N]! What are you doing here? " The human replied. " Arcee's life signal vanished. " Not seeing her with her charge, you began to look around for her. " Where is she? Does she require medical attention? "

" I don't know, she started to freak out after checking that ship and went this way after telling me to stay put. " You were visibly confused about what ship he was talking about, but in the end decided to fist check on your teammate. " Alright then. " You extend your servo towards Jack, lowering it to the ground. " Come on, we have a bike to catch. " He quickly climbed into your servo and the chase begun.

You quite quickly catched up to her, but she was engrossed into her fight with a spider-like femme to notice you. Due to the unstable terrain the ground under your pedes crumbled slightly, attracting both femmes attention to the source of sound.

That gave the chance to unknown femme to release herself from Arcee, shooting webs at her and imprisoning her in it.

" ARCEE! " You both screamed, then Jack nearly leaped out of you servo. You quickly place Jack onto the stable ground letting him go to her as you transformed your other servo into a blaster, keeping it at the unknown femme. Arcee using this moment to free one of her servos, transforming it into a blaster and shot the newcomer. She then started to argue with Jack, but that wasn't of your concern, quickly standing in front of them to shield them from possible harm. The spider-like femme finally stood up and started to come closer to you three.

" You sure have trouble hanging on to your partners, don't you " she said looking straight at Arcee. " We both know what happened to Tailgate, but I recently picked up some Decepticon radio chatter regarding the passing of Cliffjumper. " You quickly recognized the designation of your now deceased friend and Arcee's partner. Your not transformed servo visibly clenched as you heard RC quiet gasp and saw the newcomer's grin widen. " At some point you really have to ask yourself Arcee - is it them or is it me? "

" Do you get it now Jack? She is not interested in me, she hunts indigenous species and she is on Earth, that means humans - you! RUN! " After that Jack quickly goes again into the woods. " I will buy you time Jack! " You screamed after him, charging your blaster.

The femme's smile only gets bigger. " Is that so? I wonder how long you will last? Such a pretty face, maybe I will add your helm to my collection? " RC optics visibly widen. " No! Stop! [Y/N] go away! Please! "

You visibly flinch at her pleas, but decided to still hold your ground. The femme started to run with her spider legs towards you. You started to fire your blaster and somehow manage to take out two of them. Sadly that didn't stop her in the slightest as you wished it would. She quickly threw herself at you, sending you into the cliffs walls. While you were dazed she shoot her web at you and successfully disarmed you.

" I must say, I can see why Arcee is so found of you. Maybe I should just keep you for myself, away from Autobots and Decepticons, but that will have to wait. " The femme chuckled as she shot a web onto your dermas to keep you quiet. " I have a human to catch~ " She then proceeded to go after Jack into the forest. " NO! " Arcee screamed with so much rage and fear it probably got heard by the human.

You and Arcee started to struggle against the restraints. She then started to mumble to herself as she fought harder against it. You nearly got yourself free, only your derma and pedes were stuck, but you stopped as you heard transformation sound from RC. She transformed into her vehicle mode and with a new strength tore through the web. She quickly went to your side and helped you to get out. You both then proceeded to speed into the forest to help Jack.

" You shouldn't have done that! What were you thinking?! " Arcee yelled at you. " You are important too RC! I couldn't just leave you there! I am a medical bot! It is my job to help my teammates! " After that she went quiet, as if in deep thought, but still was speeding towards Jack's possible location. " ...Thank you [Y/N]... " She answered softly. You were slightly taken back by this change in behavior. " No need RC. "

You soon spot the other femme about to attack restrained Jack. Arcee swiftly transformed back and attacked her. As they started to fight you quickly turned your attention to Jack, helping him to get free.

After finally kicking Arachnid into multiple trees and weakening her, RC turned to check on you and Jack, then walked closer to the former Decepticon. Leaning down towards her face-plates and seething with venom as she spoke quietly to her. " [Y/N] is mine. They are mine to keep. I will only let you off this once, but remember, the next time they won't be there - " Arcee shoves her blade towards Arachnid neck-cabling. " I will get my revenge. " With that she stepped away and turned to check on you and Jack.

" Jack, are you okay? " Asked Arcee worried as she looked at him with him sitting in your servo. " Yeah. Of course, survival kit. " Smiled Jack as he showed her the survival kit. After that Arachnid startled by the Autobots previous words decided to escape by drilling out a tunnel under herself.

" So much for closure. Now Arachnid is stuck here on Earth. " Jack looks into the tunnel. " I am not sure that is such a good thing. " Arcee looks at Jack and then slowly turns her optics to you. " I'm sorry you both had to face my demons today. " She then smiles lightly. " You were pretty fearless there. "

" Actually, I was terrified, for you. " Arcee and Jack smile at each other. You then fake a cough. Both of them turned to you in slight confusion.

" I think I missed a chapter there, could someone kindly explain who exactly that was? " You grinned lightly. Arcee chuckled softly. " I will, if you will carry me back, I am quite tired after today. " You playfully roll your optics at her as you lightly place her onto you shoulder-plate and continue to carry Jack in your servo. " Ratchet requesting groundbridge - " She looks playfully at Jack who tries to swat away mosquitoes. " Need to get my partner and friend far away from any oversized insects. " Jack looks at Arcee. " Partners huh? " She only smiles as she traces her digits on your helmet. " Junior partner, I can still pull rank. " All of you then peacefully wait for the groundbridge to appear to take you back to base.

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( Based on season 1 episode 12 )

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[ymiahha]

🍓🚬 | strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you. (Sanji x Fem!Reader fanfic – · ep. 111)

📑 – · | 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: sanji attends a party to find someone to replace his ex with, only to find out that not a lot of women he saw there felt good enough. but everything changes when he meets a pretty lady who asked to light her cigarette...

❗ – · | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬: this whole fanfiction is based on the song “strawberries and cigarettes” by troye sivan. this story takes places in a college au. it will be told in sanji’s pov. this ep is sfw but contains one suggestive joke! contains cursing and smoking. sanji’s family is complete here. y/n has a complete family + sister (already named). y/n will appear like a mary sue, but, in later eps, will be shown that she isn’t. hopefully not too ooc.

🗨️ – · | 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: hello! as promised this part has more interaction and story :) i’m really happy people are still liking the two other parts, so if you haven’t read them and saw this part first the links are in the collection <3

📁 – · | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐞𝐩. 𝟏; 𝐞𝐩. 𝟐

I arrived at Akebono Fields, panting. I didn’t tell Y/n I was pretty far from the location. I was kinda entrapped in her spell or something when she asked me out. It was like, I was obligated to say yes?

I checked to see if I still smelled good. Uh, I could barely smell my perfume anymore… but luckily it was a cold night, so it didn’t really matter whether I took off my hoodie while running or not.

I walked around the bonsai-covered park. I’ve only ever been here once since I was a child, when my second eldest brother, Niji, threw a laser tag birthday party. I wasn’t allowed to go, so my mom took me here instead.

I was approaching the massive tree right in the middle of the park when I spotted a girl with (color) hair sitting on the stone tree ring.

I smiled when I saw her figure. Even from a far she looked so elegant. I walked faster.

“Hey.” I grinned, shoving my hands in the pockets of my hoodie.

Y/n turned, blinking her long eyelashes at me.

She grinned back. “Hey.”

She patted her hand on the smooth, stone surface, signaling me to sit next to her. I followed.

“You look pretty tired. Your hair’s kinda wet, too. Did you just shower, or did you run here?” She questioned. She was so witty. Her IQ must be high, no sarcasm there.

“Uhh, the latter.” I answered.

“You didn’t tell me you were far from this place, man! I was just a walk away, I didn’t know you had to run to get here.”

“It’s all good.” We exchanged looks and laughed subtly.

She stood up suddenly, placing her hands on her hips. “All right, you ready to have the ride of your life?”

I looked at her with round eyes, raising my eyebrows. For a minute, she was confused. Then she seemed to have realized what she said.

“No, no, no wait—” she said quickly, while I laughed at her.

She hit me lightly, smiling a bit. “You’re such a perv.”

Then, without warning, she sashayed away. Only then I got to fully take in what she was wearing.

She had the very same brown coat on, but this time she paired it with a black turtle neck, cream leg warmers, and black shoes that looked like they were meant for school. I couldn’t help but admire her style and cute choices of clothing.

I followed her suit to the parking lot, and surprisingly, there were only a number of cars parked there, including Y/n’s. She walked to a maroon-colored car. When we neared it, I noticed that it was a good old Toyota. Couldn’t go wrong with a car like that!

“My family owns a Toyota too,” I said, admiring the car. “Only it’s black.”

“My dad was supposed to pick the black model,” Y/n states, patting around her body for the car keys, “but I said black was too generic.”

“Maroon is generic too,” I commented playfully.

“I agree, but it’s better than neon colored cars.” She faced me with a dazzling grin. I couldn’t help but smile wider.

She looked down, continuing to search for her keys. I walked around patiently, observing some more extra features of her car. On the back window was one of those stickman family stickers. It had a dad, mom, and two girls. The labels: Dad, Mom, Y/n, Leah. So she has a sister…

The car looked so brand new and freshly washed. I wonder how long she’s had this car for… wait, how old even is this girl? I suddenly prayed to God, begging him to not make me into some pedophile. I glanced at her; she looked gorgeous, her skin soft, her hair shining slightly as the beams of the crescent moon kissed her (hair color) strands… WAIT! How old was this woman?

Y/n exhaled, sounding panicked.

“You good? Also, how old are you?” I asked, also panicking.

She took one look at me, eyebrows slightly creased, observing my figure. I looked away, cringing. Damn it, Sanji.

“I’m 20, Sanji,” she said firmly. Her voice was oddly reassuring— maybe that’s the tone she was going for? This girl is smart. Definitely not like anyone I’ve met. She sort of reminds me of Robin and Nami, a combination of Robin’s IQ and Nami’s will.

I sighed in relief. “Okay, good. I’m only a year older. Sorry, it was kinda sudden. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t, you know…”

She chuckled. “It’s alright.” She smiled only for a second before panic returned to her face.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned and ready to walk to her.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she looked inside the window of the driver’s seat.

“Shit!” she cursed. She sat on the curb, hand on her forehead.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I started, walking to the other side of the car to get to her. I looked to my left, the driver’s window in sight. I crouched a bit to see what she was getting anxious over.

Through the black tint was a chain of a few keys on the driver’s seat. Oh. She left her keys in the car.

“I can’t even call up my dad to unlock the car using the app, he doesn’t know I’m out.”

“I thought you owned the car now?” I asked, sitting beside her.

She wasn’t looking at me. I noticed that she was more focused on being frustrated but trying not to appear disheveled.

“I do, but we haven’t fully transferred it yet. Gosh…” she muttered the last part, evidently pressed about the situation.

There was a momentary silence. I fiddled with a loose string of my hoodie, pretending not to notice her staring at me. I glanced at her. Even when irritated she’s pretty.

“Sorry about this, Sanji,” she said, her cheeks turning into a light shade pink. “I really wanted to take you somewhere nice, too.”

“Is it too far to walk there? We can also take a vehicle.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit too far. If we went there by foot, we’d get there by midnight.” She said, looking away to sigh. “I didn’t bring my wallet, either.”

I paused to try to recall if I brought my wallet— shit. I didn’t even know where we were going and I didn’t bring my wallet? I’m kind of glad this thing happened, then. It would’ve been embarrassing if she was gonna take me to a fancy restaurant and I couldn’t pay or at least split the bill.

“Where were you planning to take us?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

“A place that not a lot of people go to,” she answered. “It brought me peace, I wanted to show it to you.”

“Why?”

Y/n turned her head to me, staring at lips, my eyes, and my lips again. It’s like I could already feel her kiss…

“Cause you seem different from others. Do you have a cig?”

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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 4

Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki's clutches.

Warnings: Memory loss. Villain Loki. Fighting.

Part three

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Loki went through your file for what felt like the hundredth time. You had grown even more powerful with his help. He couldn’t wait until he brought you out on the battlefield.

Your former teammates would be shocked. He kept tabs on the Avengers. He knew they had been looking for you. They thought he had either killed you or kept you to torture.

He smiled, thinking of tomorrow when he would bring you to fight against them. You would be fighting beside him. You would never reach your full potential with them. You were lucky, truly. It wasn’t every day that he offered to train others with magic.

Clint knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts. “Hey boss, sorry to bother you.” He looked down at the open file on Loki’s desk. “Boss, we didn’t want to say anything, but we all think you’re getting too attached to the girl. You haven’t checked on the Tesseract in a week. We just don’t want you to get distracted.”

Loki stands, fists clenched by his sides. “So you have all been talking behind my back? Do not fret over me. She is still the enemy. But for the moment, she is on our side.”

Loki looks down at Clint, “ Do you miss me, Barton? Bitter because I haven’t been there to tuck you in at night? You could simply say that instead of assuming I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Sir, I’m sorry. We were all worried.” “Rest assured, it takes more than a pretty face to distract me.” Loki pushes by him. How dare they presume he had any affection for you. He did have to admit, to himself only of course, that he did spend a lot of time thinking about you. But he had to keep you close. What if you got your memory back? He had to make sure you weren’t pretending.

He found you on the couch studying your Avengers flash cards he had Clint make you. Each one had a hero with their picture, powers, strengths, and weaknesses. He had been concerned that seeing them would jog your memory. He took them from you to quiz you. You knew them all.

You had hoped seeing the faces of the people you fought the most would bring back a memory, but it didn’t. The only one you thought was familiar was Thor. You voiced that to Loki and he told you it was because Thor is his brother, so you would know more about him than the others.

The day had finally come, you were going to fight with Loki. When the Avengers showed up, they seemed surprised to see you. Loki told you they would react that way because you usually fought beside him every time and you had been absent for weeks.

Captain America ran to you while Thor fought with Loki. “What are you doing with him? We have been looking for you. Did he hurt you?” You send a blast of magic at him, sending him to the ground. “Of course, he hasn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me.” He gets up, looking surprised.

“What are you doing? Just come with me, and I’ll take you home.” He grabs your wrists trying to pull you. “Why would I go with you?” You ask, shocked at his audacity. “Because you’re one of us. What did Loki tell you? You can’t trust him, Y/N.”

This must be the manipulation Loki warned you about. He was saying exactly what Loki said he would. Loki said they would try to turn you against him. Since you had your accident, they would think it was easy to get inside your head.

“Stop trying to confuse me, it won’t work.” You use your magic to lift him in the air slinging him away from you. The Black Widow comes up to you next. “Where the hell have you been? We have been looking everywhere for you, thinking you were dead. And you’ve been with Loki this whole time?”

You ignore her words, focusing on the ground. You send the dirt up, spiraling into a tornado, sweeping her away. You search for Loki, spotting him with Captain America. Loki grabs his shield, slinging it away from him.

“Y/N, please, my brother is lying to you. This isn’t you.” Thor, the biggest manipulator of the group, Loki had warned, tried to reason with you. “You’re the liar, Thor.” You roll your eyes at him, walking away, no longer wanting to argue. Thor strides over, only taking three steps to reach you.

He picks you up as if you were a doll, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift motion. “Thor! Put me down!” You scream, fists pounding into his muscled back. You wiggle, scratch, and pinch, but he doesn’t let up. You were planning on taking it easy on him. He is Loki’s brother, after all.

But you get madder with every step he takes. You focus on your magic, the way Loki taught you. You feel the power vibrate through you, as you see the light in your hand glowing brighter.

You aim, and blast at Thor, the magic putting a hole in his pants. He yelps, dropping you. You hit the hard ground with a thud, your head landing on a pointed rock. Instinctively, your hand comes up to touch the wound. When you withdraw it, you see the sticky blood on your fingers.

That’s when you feel it. Loki’s power flowing all around. The ground trembling as he stomps over to you. He takes you in his arms, holding you bridal style as he glares at Thor. “What did you do to her?!” He demands. Thor grabs his backside, wincing as he tries to stop the burning.

“She blasted my arse, brother. It surprised me. I did not think she had it in her. The last time I saw her, she couldn’t control her magic very well. I didn’t mean to drop her. It was an accident, Loki.” Thor turns around to show Loki the burned flesh. Before you can blink, you’re swept up in a cloud of green, Loki’s magic bringing you both home.

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 10

Part 9 : Part 11

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: The story is coming closer to completion but that’s okey cause I’m gonna be in this fandom forever even if it has died a little lol. I’ve got plenty of Johnny fics planned :3. This chapter is for those who have been so patient! Love you all😘

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I stare vacantly at the couple of eggs on my plate, not feeling hungry for them. I sink further into my seat and take a glance over at Johnny. Its just him and me sitting at the dining table; the rest of the family have already finished up their breakfast, but it seems he has an appetite this morning, digging in his second plate of crispy bacon. I look back at the two eggs; things in pairs have been bothering me lately. It seems my mind still can't get over those two girls. I thought I would be over it; at the time, it didn’t bother me, but the guilt comes in waves. Crashing heavily against my consciousness. I try to keep it down, not letting it depress me. I've gained trust from the family, and I don’t want to ruin it with my emotions. 

 

With their trust comes more leniency. So much so that Drayton brings me along to the gas station, helping him out with whatever he tasks me with. 

 

A surprising amount of locals come by. They didn’t question me; they just went about their own business. I didn't know how to go about it. I guess no one back home really cares that I'm missing. Even though I'm somewhat content with my current situation, I can't help but feel sad. No one bothered at all to look for me. I know I didn't have much family, but Nate and Jessica sure did; both came from big families. There should be people searching for them. 

 

I quickly moved on from those thoughts, especially now that it's too late to go back. It's easier to just focus on other things. Even if there isn't much to focus on,.

 

At least today I can spend the rest of my time with Johnny out in the field. I love keeping him company while he works on the cars, and sometimes I help out by passing him tools or handing him a rag.

I glance over at him again while I smoosh around my runny eggs with my fork. He shoots me a small grin. I was going to smile softly back at him until a sudden shot of nausea hit me. Instead, I must have given him an ugly face because he looked at me with a raised brow. 

 

Salvia starts poring up into my mouth, and with panic, I sit up, making the chair scratch on the floor, and bolt past Johnny to the front door, slamming it open. No longer able to hold it down, I grip the veranda's handrails tightly, lean over, and vomit my breakfast onto the poor bushes below.

 

"Ya' alright, darlin'?" Johnny asks as he walks up behind me, confused. He sees what is happening and places a large hand on my back and rubs it in soft circles while I spew out misery. Thinking I was finished, I turned around to face him, smiling wearily, but a second punch of nausea came flying in, and I turned back to vomit in the bushes again.

 

“I’ll go get Sissy.” He says this, grimacing at the sight of me puking, unsure of what to do.

 

He leaves, and in a quick minute, a concerned Sissy comes with a damp hand towel, and she guides me to take a seat on the white bench, dabbing my forehead while I try not to throw up straight bile.

 

"Oh, pumpkin, this is not good," Sissy worries, still wiping my face. Johnny comes back outside, also looking concerned. 

 

“Take her to the living room, Johnny; she needs to lay down.” Sissy tells him, feeling my forehead and checking for my temperature. I’m not sure if I’m sick; I don’t feel hot. 

 

Johnny, grumbling at being told what to do, still picks me up bridal style, carrying me effortlessly to the living room, and lays me down gently on the cowhide-covered couch.

 

“What’s wrong with her?” Johnny asks, turning to Sissy, wanting an answer to my sudden sickness. She places an old, rusty bucket down next to me, just in case I get sick again. 

 

"Well, she ain’t burnin' up. Maybe it’s something she ate.” She’s replies are also confused about my sudden sickness. 

 

I lay there on the couch, trying to keep whatever wants to come up down while Sissy and Johnny keep me company for a bit. It’s comforting to see how much they seem to care for me. However, after under an hour of resting and sipping on some water, I feel much better.

 

“I'm feeling better.” I said this to both of them, who looked surprised and relieved about my comeback.

 

“Somethin' must've upset ya' then.” She reasons. With that little incident over with, the rest of the day goes by as normal without any sign of sickness. It must have been something I ate. 

 

That’s what I believed until the very next morning, and then the next thing happened on the third day. Sissy keeps my hair away from my face while rubbing my back. 

 

It's another morning, and I'm back outside vomiting; it seems to be my usual puke spot outside on the veranda. 

 

 I know I've made everyone else concerned now. I can hear Nubbins questioning Johnny about why I'm throwing up so much. But he wouldn't get a solid answer from him, as he is just as clueless about my ongoing vomiting. I don’t understand either; at first, I thought I was dying, but what Sissy came up with seemed worse than dying. Her sweet voice contradicts the heavy words coming out of her mouth. I feel like I've been strapped to an anchor, and it's dragging me down, deep below. 

 

 “I think you may be pregnant, sugar; you ain’t got no fever, and sure, dang, know Johnny hasn’t been innocent with you." She explains smoothing my messy hair. 

 

Now I feel like I’m really drowning. Oh, my good I’m pregnant, oh fucking hell. It explains everything: the weight gain, my emotions playing up, and of course the morning sickness. My legs start to wobble. Holy shit, I’m pregnant with Johnny’s baby. 

Sissy notices my shaky form and decides to help me back inside. Holding my arms steady, she shuts the door behind us with her foot while leading me to the sofa. As I sit, she’s skipped off to grab a glass of lemonade while I try to calm down. Just as quickly as she left, she came back with a glass of delicious cold lemonade. Sissy places the drink in my shaky hands as I take a sip. Its sweet yet bitter flavour soothes me. 

 

“When I was in California, some of her sisters from the ranch always threw up every morning when they were pregnant. It's called morning sickness, and it's always a telltale sign that you're going to have a baby.” She explains joyfully, sitting down right next to me and giving me an excited hug. 

 

She then claps her hands together cheerfully. "Oh, how joyous a little baby!" She throws her thin arms around me again in another big hug while I sit frozen, completely gobsmacked by the revelation that I'm pregnant. I guess I must have forgotten how babies were made while I’ve been here; Johnny and I have been going at it enough. There is no denying that.

 

I placed my lemonade down on the coffee table and placed a hand over my belly. Johnny's baby is growing inside me and will later give birth to his baby. 

Sissy stands back up, going over to a sleeping grandpa. I didn't realise he was there. But Sissy, with all her excitement, accidentally woke him up, to which she apologised by telling him about the new member of the family and how he’s going to be a grandpa again. How many generations old is this baby going to make grandpa? I wonder.

Grandpa Sawyer just let out these wistful groans in reply. Sissy explains that he’s excited for a new grandchild. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand him. 

Then Johnny comes stomping in, shirtless and sweaty from being outside in the Texas heat. "What’s all the squealing you’re making? I can hear it from outside." He asks, annoyed. 

I would've hoped Sissy would keep my pregnancy to herself until I was ready to tell her, but instead she just blatantly spills out to him that I'm pregnant. 

“Bout’ time.” He says plainly, I gap at his laid-back attitude on this situation. He turns to my surprised face, and he smirks. He inches closer, bending down so his face is in front of mine. 

“I told ya I wanted to be a dad, didn’t I? It’s why I've been working so hard on you.” His smirk widens as my face flushes red in embarrassment. Have I been baby trapped?

The day goes by like usual, even though I'm an emotional, vomiting mess. Now during dinner, and for some odd reason, I never get sick eating supper. The smell of any other food makes me queasy, except cooked meat. My mouth starts to drool when I smell it being cooked. Just barely being able to keep anything else down has made me famished, and tonight, Drayton's chilli has never tasted better. Going in for seconds and now thirds.

“I should've made extra batches just for the way you eat, girl.” Drayton commented, slightly impressed with how much I can put down. 

“It’s just so good.” I moan out with a mouthful of chilli.

“It's better than good; it's the best chilli in the whole damn county.” Cook proudly states, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Oh god, enough of the chilli talk.” Johnny groans out, already frustrated with the conversation.

“Y-yeah enough!” Nubbins joins in, trying to entice a fight. 

"Oh, shut it; look at the girl; she loves it.” He points over to me, still stuffing my face with utter pleasure. 

“No more of this arguing! Y/N is in a delicate situation, and I want none of ya' messing that up!” Sissy puts her bit in, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. Ironically, this is her way of enticing an argument.

“What delicate situation, girl? She's just hungry.” Drayton asks, confused by Sissy’s words. 

“She’s pregnant, and ya' can't do anything about' it.” Sissy again spills the beans on my pregnancy, but now to the rest of the family. 

I look over at Johnny puasing my eating to see his reaction to Sissy not being able to keep anything to herself. “They'll find out sooner or later.” He just sinks further back into the chair, crossing his muscular arms under his chest, waiting for the onslaught of words from Drayton. 

Bubba, who is next to me, is the first to react. He places his large hand on top of his head and pats it, like if I were a puppy. He groans gleefully, I guess, letting me know that he is happy with the new addition. He can be a real gentle giant when there isn't anyone to murder. 

Cook has gone absolutely red as a tomato, while nubbins start snickering. "Oooh, J-Johnny, I-I-is in trouble.” It seems the night has gone his way for wanting drama.

"God, Damnit, boy, I knew this would happen. You can’t control yourself, can you? Always chasing tail, and now a baby.” Drayton stood up at the start of his rant but now has sat down, looking almost deafted.

“Your mother will go ballistic once she finds out.” Drayton points his finger at Johnny, warning him.

“Shut it, old man! You got nothing to worry about; it’s bout time; we’re all getting old, and we gotta keep the family going.” He counters Drayton's words. 

It looked like Nubbins wanted to say more, but with Johnny quickly standing up and leaving, it was pointless. 

Dinner practically finished up after that fight, and I just sat there silently, not sure what to do. I was supposed to help clean up, but I sneakily decided to go find Johnny. Anyway, with all the commotion still going on with Nubbins and Sissy messing with Drayton, it’s best I stay away. 

I check the front veranda; Johnny has a few smoke spots he always goes to: the front, the back garden, and his shed. But luckily, my first guess was right, as I found him sitting on the outdoor bench. While walking to him, he quickly puts on his smoke, squishing it under his boot. “Shouldn’t smoke around you anymore.” He grins at me, and just as I take a seat, he places his warm hand on my stomach. 

“The second I saw you, I knew you were the perfect girl to have my kid. So fucking pretty, I'm going to look after the both of you, I promise.” 

His words send tingles all throughout your body; it’s electrifying. You place your hand over his, smiling back at him.

“Soon you’re going to get real big, darlin’; ya tits are going to get nice and fat too.” He teases with humour, but a familiar, hungry look starts building in his eyes. 

As he inches closer to me, his large hand moves away from mine and glides up, grabbing a breast. He squeezes it firmly before starting to massage it. His warm breath is on my neck as he kisses right below my jaw. Wetness begins to pool in my panties. 

“Run up the stairs to your room and undress before I take you right here.” As much as I wanted to tease him, it’s better to listen, or he really would take me here, in any position too. He gets very creative when he's horny. 

I get up and leave, going to my room just as instructed. I closed the door behind me and set myself on the bed to undress. I wore a blue sundress today, so I just unzipped the side and let it slip right off. Leaving me in my white panties. Even though it didn’t take me long to undress, it wasn't quick enough for Johnny. He was already here, striding in and locking the door behind him, already semi-undressed too.

“Come on, darlin', only your panties left to go; take em off for me.” I happily obliged, hooking my fingers into the side, purposefully bending over, and sliding them down. 

I look back to see the bulge in his jeans while he takes them off. Now he is just as naked as me. I will never get tired of looking at his body. His large muscles, pecs, sprinkled on chest hair leading down to his happy trail—the sight of his scars always makes me throb. Fuck, he is gorgeous.

With my ogling, I fail to notice him getting closer. Wrapping his large arms around me, he whispers into my ear, “I want you to take a seat on my face while keeping your mouth busy with my cock.” He groans before going to lay down on the bed. This is a new position, and with only a little hesation, I gingerly climb over him, placing my legs on the side of his head. Before I sink down, he grabs my hips roughly, bringing my swollen heat to his mouth. 

I gasp as his tongue slides back and forth over my clit. I lean further down, grinding my wetness along his mouth needing more. His impressive cock, comes into view, precum leaking out; it’s red and aching to be sucked. 

I lick his tip timidly before taking his whole length, making a sloppy mess while focusing on his head, I hear him groan as I go deeper. His grunting sends small, delightful vibrations along my clit.

My muffled moans fill the room as he holds me in place, my aching pussy being devoured while I simultaneously suck off Johnny. I hallow out my cheeks, pinch my lips, and let my tongue slide along his shaft. Working extra hard to get him to finish first. 

It's difficult; he knows exactly how to get me off. He knows where I'm most sensitive and what feels best. My plans to make him cum first are starting to falter; I'm struggling to even keep myself steady. I put my tired arms on top of his muscular thighs, giving them a rest. I take a deep breath and continue to encompass his cock, swirling my tongue along the base. I’m a little sloppy with the rhythm now, but I don’t think he cares. 

I can feel my orgasm building as Johnny doesn’t even stop for air, still sucking and licking my clit with undying hunger. His grip on my hips still remains strong, making me unable to pull away. 

My limbs are starting to become sore. Needing him to finish, I start sucking his cock faster, my salvia drenching him, making it easier for it to slide along my tongue. My moans turn to whines as my own orgasm is right on the edge. 

I feel him twitch in my mouth while his groans continue from below. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum." I choked out, stopping to take a deep breath. 

Johnny slides his hands along my thighs as his tongue stays strong, massaging my clit, while keeping a steady pace.

I take his throbbing length back into my mouth right before my orgasm hits. The force of it makes my legs turn to jelly while I moan incoherently around him. I try to move away, my clit becoming increasingly sensative, but his hands grip back to my hips, holding me captive while he moves his hot tongue in my cunt, licking up my juices as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat. Not letting me until he cums. 

I’m a whimpering mess; my thighs squeeze his face while I lick and sucking, getting him closer so my poor pussy can have a break. 

My efforts were deemed successful as his cock started to twitch and stiffen. With my last lick, he spills himself. He groans as his cock pulsates while I swallow his whole load. With revenge, I continue to suck him, knowing he's going sensitive. He hisses and quickly pulls me off.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, slapping my ass hard.

I yelp from the harsh slap and roll my body to the side, recovering from the intense orgasm. Johnny, too, lays still panting. I move up and lay my head on his chest. He throws an arm around me as we both relax into each other. 

Before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep on his chest. 

It's in the middle of the night that I wake up to long, thick fingers inside me, thrusting in and out slowly. 

“You awake, baby?” Johnny asks, now teasing my hard clit with his thumb. I moan out in response, gripping the bedsheets.

"Yeah, does that feel good?" His whispers, his face moving into the crook of my neck, his hardness pressing up against me.

"Ah-ah.” I try to say yes, but it’s morphed into moans.

“Fuck, your tight baby girl, gonna' feel so good when I put it in. He groans while I spread my legs further apart from his words. I'm going to cum soon with the way he’s going.

Instead, he pulls his fingers back, slides over on top, and plunges his hard cock inside me. He slips his wet fingers into his mouth, tasting myself, while his cock goes further deep inside. 

I groan out while he stretches me. A mixture of sleepiness and arousal makes me clench around him. Johnny, in turn, pulls out his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and pushing it into my accepting mouth as he starts a fast rhythm, pounding into me.

All noise is blocked out, except for my moans and the slapping sound of his cock fucking in and out of my sopping hole. 

“I'm going to keep you on my cock forever.” He groans into my ear, grabbing onto my swinging chest. Groping the fatty flesh.

I whimper at the thought of being his cock slave, as if I weren’t already. 

He sits up, holding my hips tightly in one hand, and as the other goes to rub my clit, I hold my tits, stopping their swinging from his hard thrusts.

“I'm going to be full of milk soon.” I moan out, teasing him, thrusting back against his cock. I felt his cock twitch as he groans, knowing he's imaging my tits spilling milk. The hand that was squeezing my hip goes to squish a boob, swatting my hand away and pinching the nipple.

I throw my head back in ecstasy and wrap my legs around Johnny’s waist, getting closer to my second orgasm of the night. 

“Ya' gonna' cum on my cock, sweetheart?” He teases, rubbing my clit achingly slow.

I whine as he also starts to stop his thrusting, keeping me on edge. Repeatedly pulling himself fully out of my cunt and slowly pushing back in. 

Not giving in to his teasing, Johnny takes his cock and starts jerking it, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. 

“Use your words, darlin'.” He groans out, now stopping his rubbing on my clit, only focusing on getting himself off. 

“Please! Please, I want to cum.” I moan wantonly, fucking desperate for him to continue.

It’s not enough; he is still waiting. 

 

“please daddy.” I moan, testing out a new nickname.

It does the trick as he groans deeply, gliding his hardness back inside me and thrusting away.

Relief floods me when his cock goes back into my aching heat. I’m so close to finishing. 

“I-I-I’m cumming!” I cry out as my pussy squeezes him tightly. My orgasm sends Johnny over the edge as he cums just as quickly inside me.

“Fuck yeah, baby, cum on daddy’s cock.” He moans out, shoving himself deeper. 

I whimper from the overly sensative feeling of being filled and having two orgasms in a short amount of time. 

It’s been a few weeks, and my bump has become more visible. It seems each day I just keep getting bigger and bigger. It does help my confidence that Johnny just can’t seem to keep his hands off me since I’ve become pregnant. It’s like the animal inside of him has changed. Becoming more protective and sex-hungry.

I won’t lie. Being pregnant has been a nice change; I’m doing less labour. Sissy considers me too delicate, and she doesn't want to stress the baby. Drayton has even been forcing Nubbins to actually clean up the messes he makes; he didn’t listen until Sissy and Johnny got on his ass about it too. Three against one, it took him to actually listen. It’s mainly bone scraps he leaves around, always making new traps. He even showed me how he makes him; it was impressive, especially how well they worked on the animals nearby. He explains that it was Grandpa who taught him everything he knows, from killing, slicing, and cleaning his blade, "back when Grandpa was still in his killing form." He told me enthusiastically. 

It’s hard to picture Grandpa in his so-called 'killing form', even if it was years ago. He's just so old and motionless, but with the way he enjoys his blood, I can understand that he may have been more ruthless than anyone here. 

Having less work has made me bored, only spending time in the lounge. I’ve been trying to find my stuff to do. I have no more clothes to patch up or anything to make. And I’ve cleaned so much that there is barely anything else to clean. I need to find something to do before I go crazy.

Johnny has noticed me being a little slumped, so he decided to bring inside some dead rabbits and teach me how to skin them. How lovey. Though it did cure my boredom, even if it was gross, and he did a much better job than me, he made it look so effortless. It was like it was his thousandth time doing it. Unfortunately, it probably was. During my time here, I learned that Johnny is an efficient hunter. The skulls of the animals and other people he killed are used as decorations in the house. 

Those rabbits that we skinned went into a crockpot meal with mashed potatoe; Sissy made it with a bunch of herbs and veggies from her greenhouse. You can't get this type of fresh food in the city. Not including people. 

I decided to try and work on my baking skills, asking Drayton if he could bring back some condensed milk so I could try to make some caramel fudge. He agreed; we already have butter and sugar, so it wasn't too much of an ask, and let’s just say my caramel fudge was a hit. Everyone has a surprising sweet tooth. Maybe not too surprising, as the pantry was stocked with tubs of chocolate drink powder. 

So now during the day, to help my boredom, I've been baking treats and deserts, and it's nice that everyone likes my baking. Even Johnny, who seemed like someone who hates sugar, eats up the sweets much like everyone else. Sissy always gets excited to see what I've made for dessert. She tells me it's become her favourite part of the day. 

Time goes by, and so I get even bigger. Including my chest, I think it's doubled in size; it’s embarrassing how big I’m getting. It doesn’t help that Nubbins snickers around me, poking fun at the size of his chest; he called me a cow one day, and sweet Bubba, who would do anything for his family, smacked Nubbins really hard on the back, making the lanky man tumble embarrassingly forward on the ground. which I've believed humbled him, as I got no more teasing after that.

Some of the spare clothes I’ve had that were modest are now very form-fitting and showy, just because of my growing size. Thankfully, there are old male button-up shirts that I can use to give myself some dignity. 

I don't even know why I worry about my dignity when I let Johnny strip me naked and put me in compromising positions. Thanks to my growing breasts, Johnny couldn’t seem to hold himself back, and now we've been fucking everywhere, more than before.

One moment I’m relaxing outside in the middle of the day, the next I’m nude, riding his cock on the old, ripped-out car seats out back near his shed. I have to hold on to his shoulders tightly because he's making me go. Moving me up and down. He does it purposefully because he likes watching my tits bounce. 

Being pregnant has made everything more sensitive. So when he places his mouth over my nipple and pinches the other, I almost cum. At least fucking outside, I get to be loud. I just hope no one is watching. 

But as I get closer to cumming, the less I care if anyone can see. I’m enjoying myself. So I throw my head back, and I grind down on Johnny while I peak. Milking his cock through my orgasm, he squeezes my chest, holds me down tightly, and fills me up with his hot cum.

Just as my chest grows, so does my ass, so a day later I’m on all fours, holding the headboard for dear life, trying to keep my moans low as Johnny slams into me from behind. He smacks my ass as I thrust back onto him. He grips the fat hard. Making sure this time I finish from his cock alone. Just as I came, he pulls out and pumps himself until he shoots his load over my clit  and pussy, making a mess. He reasons that since I'm pregnant, he can decorate me with his cum. He's especially loves shooting his cum over my face and chest. It's nice that he makes sure I have an orgasm right before he does.

Yes, all my assets may be growing; but most importantly, my stomach is too, With the baby getting bigger, Johnny's softer side comes out.

So now he has a pillow under my hips while he slowly ruts his cock while softly sucking my nipple. He slides his hand over my body, feeling all the curves. He slides his hands down and up my leg till he brings it over to my clit, rubbing it in delicate circles. I groan; going slow is new, but fuck, it still feels good to get pampered like this. 

 

“We’re not fucking like this all the time, are we?” I'm still addicted to the hard and fast fucking Johnny is known for. 

"Nah, Darlin, I just like the way you glow tonight and want it slow.” He says this while ironically speeding up, causing me to whimper.

As my orgasm gets closer, I hold his face in my hands and stare into his handsome eyes. “I love you, Johnny.” I pant out as I cum around him.

“I love you too, doll,” he responds, filling me up with his cum and kissing me hard.

[draw-you-coward]

ao3

The knock comes in the middle of the night, amidst the dark and the cold. The sound is muffled, insulated by the layers of freshly fallen snow that hold the cabin in a snug embrace. Roza only hears it because he is near the entranceway, fetching more logs to feed into the fireplace. He pauses, waiting for the noise to come again. It does so feebly, much more so than Eirwen making biscuits on the roof—a thok thuk thum.

The heavy door does not have a peephole. Roza drops the logs and pulls back the deadbolt, ready to react if the midnight trespasser means them ill. When he opens the door, however, it is a friend and not a foe that awaits him.

“Laranthir?” His hand creases with his surprise. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

Laranthir peers at him pitifully. His strong shoulders are hunched, his head bowed. “C’n I come in?”

“Of course—do not stand in the cold.” Roza ushers him in and deadlocks the door once more. He retreats from the wet thump of boots in the doorway to move to the sitting room, where his house slippers and his house husband are. The latter looks up when he enters, solicitousness deepening his gaze.

“Are your feet cold?” he asks, soft as a feather. “You can have your socks back if you need them. I can finish another time.”

Roza’s feet are cold, because he had planned to spend the evening with them shoved into a blanket while Trahearne duplicated their coverings, but now he slides into his slippers without comment, waving off the offer.

“Keep them. Laranthir just showed up at our doorstep.”

Trahearne straightens at that, putting his work aside. “What?”

“He is somewhat inebriated, I believe. He’s at the door.”

Trahearne gets up and slides past him, squeezing his shoulder. Roza wiggles his toes before following.

Laranthir is on the doormat still, looking discombobulated as he holds his boots with one hand. His mouth tugs downwards when he sees them, and he says, “I’m sorry… I dunno where to put these.”

“On the mat is fine, Laranthir. Just—there we go.” Trahearne helps him, checking his state with a touch, a sharp eye—and confirming with a single glance back at Roza. He does not need to; the Dream is sad and a little confused, and there is not another sylvari soul around for miles.

“Come. Would you like something to drink?”

Laranthir laughs, and there is something sharper, like a knife’s blade pointing inwards. “I think I’ve had enough of that for one night.”

“Just water, hot cocoa, or tea.” Trahearne guides him to the sofa. “Roza can put something on for you.”

The sadness blooms as Laranthir sits, turning to dismay. “Roza? Can’t he stay here?”

Another glance is exchanged, as quick as one flap of a moth’s wings. “Of course,” Trahearne acquiesces, retreating, and Roza slips into his place.

“What happened?” he asks as he kneels on the ground.

Laranthir considers him through a lidded gaze. “You’re such a sweetheart,” he murmurs, reaching out. “Really, such a sweetheart.”

Roza doesn’t know how to answer that, so he doesn’t, and instead deposits a few strands of hair into his searching hand. Drunk people are much like small children, Canach had told him once. Babies love pulling at your hair until you go bald, Kasmeer had told him another time. The combined knowledge brings itself to a natural conclusion.

The hand does start stroking in wonder, which means he must have hit a target. Laranthir stares at the leaves in his hand with eyes that are a million miles away and mumbles, “’e stood me up.”

“Ah,” says Trahearne. He leaves for the kitchen, mission selected: chocolate, hot or not. They have biscuits as well, from the ladies’ housewarming gift. Roza stays, gazing into the face close to his.

“What an idiot,” he denounces.

Laranthir wheezes out a laugh. “Yeah,” he replies. His shoulders droop. “Yeah,” he repeats thickly.

Roza rises and sits next to him. “Do not shed tears for someone who could not see how precious you are,” he says. “You are worth so much more than a passing whim.”

Strong arms squeeze him as if he is made of plush rather than bark. “This is why I came to you,” Laranthir mumbles into his side.

“Hm?” A little too strong, but Roza tries not to strain. “I cannot provide you such company, dear brother.”

“Doesn’ matter,” Laranthir slurs. “I don’t even look anymore, ‘cause of you. Don’t know what I want.”

“Ah.” Roza pauses. “I… you can still look, you know. You should not mind me—It is none of my business whom you associate with.”

Laranthir looks at him blankly, and he looks back. “What?”

“What?” Roza echoes, confused.

Laranthir hums, petting at his hair—he’s a handsy bastard when drunk, huh—and after a solid twelve seconds declares, “Not what I meant.”

Trahearne returns with Roza’s mug and one of their extras, as well as some biscuits. He sets everything down on their coffee table instead of handing it to them, because Laranthir is currently avidly twirling a long leaf of hair around his finger, and Roza does not trust his grip strength to loosen (and would like to remain as not bald as possible for the time being). Laranthir points at Trahearne with his free hand and says, “Him too.”

Trahearne puts on an inquiring face. “Pardon?”

Roza thinks he understands. “Trahearne is not overprotective at all,” he says anyways, which is patently untrue. “He’s only put me on a leash a handful of times.”

Trahearne scrunches his face into his you’re being a disgusting freak in public expression. Laranthir, however, thinks that is the funniest joke in the world, and laughs long and loud. Roza discreetly unwinds his hair.

“Doesn’t matter,” Laranthir muses at last. “’m happier here. Love you both.”

Roza grabs his drink in his hideous handmade mug (which his beloved detests not because of its hideousness, but because he bought it, which makes it someone else’s handmade mug and therefore “pointless”) and lets its heat distract from his warm cheeks. “Be a good man and say it back, Trahearne,” he murmurs after taking a sip.

Trahearne quirks a flippant eyebrow at him. “I’m happier here too,” he says.

Pissant. Roza would flip him off, but Laranthir is looking at him with puppy eyes, and he does not wish to ruin the moment. Fine. Fine. “Love you too,” he mumbles as unintelligibly as he possibly can, blowing bubbles in his drink.

Trahearne cups his hand around his ear—he can wear the leash next time, how about—but Laranthir smiles at him, so beautiful and full. And perhaps he is right, and very little matters besides that.

~*~

[blackghostm2o]

I’ve returned with my shitty ramblings about PotO adaptations (unfortunately for all of you)

Today I bring to the table PotO 1983 :)

I’ve recently discovered it through a Reddit post and was curious.

A bit convoluted… Didn’t enjoy it a lot…Pretty boring, ngl.

Like ‘43 and ‘62 it has a man that gets burned by acid, here he was on a murdering spree after his wife (Helena) took her own life after being harshly criticised because of her singing. Like in ‘62 the Phantom (Shandor Corvin?) gets saved by a mute.

This version’s Christine is Italian and her name is Maria, she looks exactly like the phantom’s wife so he is obviously interested in her. At first I did like her character: her being snarky and dynamic (idk if it’s the right word) and I loved her being “It’s not easy singing while laying” (on why she didn’t sleep with man to get a good career) and I respect her for that, but then she just becomes a damsel in distress (like in ‘43 and ‘62) that is saved by a man, unlike her book counterpart that with her own actions wins her liberty and also Raoul and Daroga’s liberty. She gets saved by the director (he substitutes Raoul) in a pretty boring way: he compares the phantom’s note to the ones written by Corvin (pretty similar to ‘62 but there it’s with music), understands that the mf is still alive and goes “Well… He must be under the opera, lemme find the way to get inside” (btw it’s a bit better in ‘62, it feels like an actual search)

The Director (I don’t remember his name) is an asshole, I don’t like him. Idk how tf Maria and him hooked up, even after having sex he was a douchebag. He was obviously threatened by the Phantom, but the hilarious thing is how he did it: the Director was in the hot baths, it was dark but full of people, the Phantom comes there strangles him for a bit with his white scarf being “LeAvE hEr oR i’LL kILl yOu” and goes away. The people there are a bit confused, tho no one goes to help him… Bah

La Carlotta here has another name, here (like in many other adaptations) has a big ego, isn’t very good at her job and is annoying. The fun thing about her is her Italian, it’s broken (understandable didn’t expect something else), especially when she used “MANNAGGIA” after she got a death threat (in Italy mannaggia is usually used for minor inconveniences, not a DEATH THEAT LMFAO)

Highlight of this fucking movie is the UNMASKING!!! OHHH I FUCKING LOVED IT, I LOVE HOW IT IS PRETTY CLOSE TO ITS BOOK COUNTERPART!!! HIM ENRAGED BEING LIKE “YOU WANTED TO SEE!?! LOOK!!! LOOK AT ME!!! THIS IS NOT ANOTHER MASK!!! IT IS A GHOST THAT LOVES YOU!!!” (Pretty sure in the novel says corpse, tho I can’t check rn…) Ahh this is the only thing that saves this movie, I loved that scene on the novel and seeing it was great (obviously it’s not the exact same, Erik did also dig Christine’s nails on his own face and then cried, which is better in my humble opinion, but I digress). The makeup was ok. Him still having the corpse of his wife is strange af… How didn’t it decompose in 4 years??? Did he embalm her??? Eww… I don’t wanna know what he did with it before meeting Maria… Ah, btw… He dunks that corpse on the river to stop the search for Maria (did he really love his wife???)

Ah, the death of the owner of the opera makes no sense: the Phantom had captured him and was ready to torture him with a knife L, but let him go when he told that he would have left Maria sing as Margarethe and HE UNTIES HIM. THEN HE STILL GETS KILLED BY A FUCKING CROW AND THIS WAS CORVIN’S ACT OF REVENGE. HOW DO YOU EVEN DI THAT??? He could have had the pleasure of killing him himself slowly and painfully, but instead he decided to use a crow…

The ending sucks. He wants to drop the chandelier on the public and police officer during Faust (btw sang by la Carlotta), but the he swaps places with Maria and he’s “OH NO!!! MARIA!!!” (Not really) and falls with the chandelier and dies (Maria got saved by that director)

I don’t like the mask’s design, especially the pink one… It gives me the chills (so it does its job well). Both are pretty basic, they are meh… Nothing particular just a face.

The phantom doesn’t sing, his voice is like the one of a chain smoker lol. Obviously no Angel of Music stuff.

The Phantom’s note is boring af “SwANs SiNg BeFoRe tHey DiE, sO [Insert “Carlotta’s” name] BeFoRe ShE SiNGs.” Boring! Be more sassy, like Leroux!Erik !!!

It’s 1:20 am G’night (I’ll draw this phantom when I can)

(I fucking hate this mask, it’s too human like… Uncanny valley ahh mask)

[wings-flames-and-thirium]

a/n: finally managed to finished these!! the scenarios are a little longer this time so you're all in for a good time. thanks so much for your patienece, i hope you enjoy the smut!

warning(s): 18+, dry humping, teasing, somnophilia (consensual), slight degradation, mentions of drug use, manga and anime spoilers (anime: season 5, manga: chapter 294)

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

This boy will be flustered as fuck when you first start grinding against him

He goes into full-on “Deku.exe stopped working mode”

Yes, even if you have been dating for a while

The idea that someone as beautiful as you gets riled up by the thought of having him close is a concept that he certainly has to get used to at first

He’d be reluctant for sure, blushing and whimpering as he watches you, not knowing what to do with his hands

Scenario: Touch Deprivation

A long sigh left your mouth as you once again checked your phone for what must have been for the 100th time this evening. Midoriya still hasn’t returned from patrol. Since he started working as a professional pro hero it feels like your sex life has suffered more than anything in your relationship. You missed his touch, the way he made love to you in the evening. It was a good way to get him less distressed from the day too. Maybe you’ll get to wrap him around your finger this time.

When you hear the familiar click of the door, you wasted no time rushing to your feet. “Welcome home Izuku~” you swooped in to hug him, feeling him smile against your lips as you pulled him into a warm welcome kiss.

“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, y/n. It’s already late, you could have gone to bed without me.” Midoriya wraps his arms around you, giving into the embrace and warmth coming from you. He almost feels bad for keeping you up so long, another night where you waited for him to come home.

You’re ignoring him bluntly, instead of focusing on getting your hands underneath his shirt. “It’s okay, I don’t mind, besides, you’re home now.”

Midoriya’s face flushes a deep red, trying without success to wrap his mind around what you’re doing. When his mind finally catches up, his cheeks heat up even more. “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” You smirk, your hands sneaking up further to touch his abs, shuffling closer so you’re flush against him. Your hot breath ghosts across his neck and you can’t stop yourself from biting down on the sweet skin there “I’ve missed you a lot you know?”

“I-I missed you too.” He gives into your touch, shivering before moving his own hands to settle on your hips. “Sorry that I took another long shift today.”

“Don’t worry Izuku, I’m not mad at you” You can feel him sigh underneath you. You know he still loves you, he’s just very invested in hero work and you can’t blame him, it’s been his lifelong dream. “But I know how you can make it up to me.” The hand that’s furthest up his shirt, wraps around his nipple and pinches it, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You start grinding up against him, hips pressing against his crotch desperately.

“Ahh, y/n I-I should shower before we-” He’s cut off by another grind of your hips and another kiss to his neck. Your head is starting to spin more, trying to get more friction which proved difficult while still in your clothes. Your body is moving on its own, driven by all the pleasure that has pent up over the weeks. Your movements seem to affect your boyfriend in the same way, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch, searching for more. He’s grown sensitive over the weeks, it would be a mistake to say he hasn’t thought about you in the same way. He was just always too shy to go through with it.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Deku’s eyes widen, finally getting what you’re hinting at “O-okay” He tightens his grip on your hips, subtly moving his hands under your ass and hoists you up in the air. He’ll make it up to you for sure.

Shouto Todoroki

At first, he’ll be confused when you initiate it

The little humps against any part of his body were definitely something new to him

He’s more used to having you voice your desires first so he knows what to do, but just movements to start with were something he had to adjust to

But normally when he hears you start whimpering and looking up into his eyes with that look he knows all too well what you need, although it takes a bit of coaxing to get him there

He does get turned on after some time, but you need to ease him into all this at first

Scenario: Lust Quirk

Shouto stumbled into the apartment with the last resort he had left. He thought part of his body could resist the heat that was surging through his system but even that amount of heat was too unnatural for him. His body made it hard to carry him any farther than his bed with the amount of heat rushing through his system, making every step he took shakily and his vision blurry. He should have been more careful, just as Aizawa-sensei told him, but now here he was, your colleague dragging his heated and flushed body into your apartment while he huffed and whined.

During your paired mission, Shouto protected you from an incoming attack and was hit with the quirk in the process. Good for your team cause it brought extra points for his heroic sacrifice, but not so good for himself as he was left with the after-effects of what was a lust quirk. Hence his current desperation and clinging to you when he finally ran into you, the pulling on your clothes, the heavy breathing, and a wet spot against the front of the pants of his hero costume.

“Please, I need-” You had helped him get to the apartment safely, thinking the effects wouldn’t be as bad but seeing him this desperate now changed the whole situation.

“Don't worry Todoroki, I’ll get some help. I’m sure Recovery Girl has some pills that can ease the effects.”

Before you could move one step, his hand was around your wrist, holding you back. “I need… you.” His look was desperate as he eyed.

“Todoroki….”

He suddenly looked away, ashamed of being so straightforward with you. “I’m sorry...” Even when his mind was clouded, he tried to pull away, after all, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you. “I… I’ll try to handle it myself”.

Shouto let go of your arm, but you kept him from retreating. “I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for, right?”

The whimper that came from him together with the nod was the last thing you saw before he tugged on your arm and with the remaining energy he had, pushed you onto your back, looming over you as he kept trying not to breathe too heavily. “You sure you wanna… do this with me?”

You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to sink on top of you. Shouto groaned, burying his face into your neck, the hot breath there making your own head start to spin, his hips slowly starting to move back and forth, dragging his clothed cock against your sex. The friction was almost too much, his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck to keep him from screaming.

“Is that what you needed, Shouto?” You asked teasingly, starting to rock your own hips against his movement.

At that moment Shouto couldn’t care that you both still were clothed, the feeling of his cock rubbing against something (or better put someone) was everything he desired. “Y-yes...more”.

His thrusts were as controlled as he could keep them but he’s constantly torn between letting loose and preserving this wonderful feeling. “Anything you need~” you purred against him, your own hands finding his lower back, pushing him down.

He let out another hot puff of air, your bodies keep rutting against each other in sync, creating the most delicious friction you could wish for. It was getting quiet in the apartment, the thing to be heard was moans and groans as well as the rubbing of wet clothing. His eyes were glued on you in awe as you increased the movement of your hips.

Steam starts to erupt from his left side, he could feel himself losing control of his emotions, he feels like he's going to overpower and pin you down any moment. Being the quiet type it was quite a sight to see him in such a state. Shoto feels like he's on fire, even his cold side was too weak to do anything in this case. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you which only spurred you on more.

“Y/N if you’re gonna keep that up I’m-” the grip on your hips intensifies and you can feel the fabric of his parts chafe more than before. you take a moment to raise your hips only to be met by a large wet spot and an even bigger bulge pressing against you.

“I can't take this any longer," Todoroki huffed and once again grabbed you by your hips and pressed you against his twitching cock.

You grinned down at him, your teasing motions never stopping. He gasps when your hands start to wander along with your body, lower and lower until you were nestled in between his legs. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you from here".

Shinsou Hitoshi

He’d be into it for sure

Loves the friction, loves the way your clothed sex rubs against his, creating a slow but agonizing pleasure that he can’t wait to feel more of

He loves to see that he can drive you crazy and so do you when he grows more desperate the more you move against him

Let’s be honest, this boy has some sleeping problems, so it wouldn’t surprise me if at some point he asks if he could try something while you were asleep and he was still awake

Now imagine: Somno Scenario

Shinsou and you had been dating for longer now and have tried some pretty pleasant stuff in the bedroom but there was one topic he never touched: somnophilia. You talked about this before with him but he said he would feel bad when you wouldn’t be part of it as well. You told him that you would be okay with it and maybe it would help him fall asleep easier when he had a night plagued with insomnia.

A few nights later Shinsou found himself in exactly that exact predicament. Lying beside you while you were sleeping away peacefully, he couldn’t find rest. Maybe it was also because you told him that you were okay with him potentially doing something. Just thinking about your body in a lewd way was enough to rile him up and right now he can’t help but look at your sleeping form. He started to slowly caress your arms, letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin there before traveling further down to your waist. He could already feel a certain tightness in his PJs as he slipped his hand under your shirt and found soft skin to touch there, trying to hold his moans to a minimum.

It wasn’t quite enough for him so he tried to shift his position and moved closer to you, holding you from behind, his erection pressing against the small of your back. A short gasp escaped him when he slid his leg in between your thighs, feeling your cunt through the light fabric of your pants. Short glances over your shoulder revealed that you were still very much asleep, apart from the small whimper that you let out when he started pushing his knee against your clothed sex. He kept his eyes on you, mouth slightly agape as his hips moved. He managed to suppress a groan when his hard shaft rubbed against your ass, the friction moving his skin up and down was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.

Another small whimper was heard from you, spurring your boyfriend on to press his knee further into your folds. He could feel pleasant wetness coming from them, only adding to the whole sensation.

“Seems like you’re having sweet dreams, kitty.” He murmured against your ear before gently nibbling at it. The friction was driving him insane, he would love to pull down his pants to relieve the pressure but at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away. All he was concentrated on was seeing your expression slowly go from innocent to lewd under his very touch and movements, it was certainly a sight to behold and he was also sure that’d he’d sleep pretty peacefully after this experience.

Tomura Shigaraki

He might get a bit confused at first

He usually doesn't indulge in intimacy

Since he got preoccupied with taking down Re- Desto and after his victory now is the leader of a new uprising group, you had a hard time catching him for some quality time

when you first initiated something new, Shigaraki doesn’t know what was going on but he gets cheeky about it really fast when you finally managed to pull his eyes away from work and have him focus on you

He loves to tease and degrade you for your behavior and loves to see the desperation in your eyes when he does

His words rile you up easily once you set pleasuring him as your goal

Scenario: Post-war celebration

With the win against Re-Destro, Shigaraki was one step closer to getting what he wanted. Nothing can ever beat the taste of a sweet victory.

Now he’s sitting in his new office in the newly captured mansion, going over some files and mapping out the next movements they were going to make when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. “Seems like you’re the boss here now, eh? How does it feel?”

Shigaraki sighed at your appearance at the door, thank god it was you and not Re-Destro again, he's seen enough of his face for the day. As you entered, he tried not to give you any kind of special attention, which was hard given the fact that you decided to wear one of your very revealing black dresses. It hugged your body beautifully and you smirked as you approach the table, seeing that Shigaraki already had trouble focusing.

“It was obvious from the start that we would win.” He dismissed, gripping his pen a little too hard.

“Oh is that so? Well, I think you still forgot one important thing” You said while slowly striding closer to where he was sitting.

Only when you were standing next to him, did you finally manage to make him abandon the papers, his red eyes staring you up and down intently. “And what would that be?”

You could only smirk, lifting your hand to lay on his shoulder, slowly caressing his scarred neck, “Our new leader still needs to receive proper treatment. After such a hard and long battle, it's only right to spoil the winner, wouldn't you agree?”

Skigaraki is getting restless, you can see him Start to bounce his leg, "Whatever, now are you just going to talk, or are you going to do something?

"Of course, oh fearless leader." You gracefully slide onto his lap, arms making their way around his neck.

The leader can’t deny that he loves it when you get submissive like this, perfectly following each order he gives you.

“Well? Get on with it, I don’t have all night.” You let out a small whimper, your hips starting to circle on his thigh. The fact that you were only wearing your dress made it so much easier to press the lips of your pussy against him.

“Someone’s an eager slut tonight.” His words only spurred you on and the lack of intimacy these past months were starting to catch up on both of you.

You look down, Shigaraki is still wearing his new suit, and you can start to see the outline of his twitching cock against the material. A grunt from him was all it took for you to speed up your movements, pressing down against him harder and faster.

“That’s right, my slut, show me how much you need me.” Shigaraki spots your hand traveling down his chest and is quick to slap it away which earns him a whine in return “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing there to encourage you more.

You obliged, continuing to rub yourself on him, enjoying each hump, each small feeling the friction is creating. “Please…”

“Please what, slut?”

“I-I need you” Your answer drew a small gasp from Shigaraki’s lips, right as he starts to feel what a sloppy mess you became just from humping him.

You lean in, slowly kissing down his scared neck “Please, master” That was enough for Shigaraki to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your knees and in between his legs. The new leader chuckles and removes the hand that is sitting on his face, eyeing you in interest as you sink to your knees.

"Make sure to put that chatty mouth of yours to good use. If you do well, you’ll get the reward you want.”

And how could you ever deny such an offer?

Dabi

He’d be such a tease about it

Eyeing you when you come over to him, grinning when you sit on his lap

Gasping when you start rutting against him

He’ll grab your waist and push you forward and backward, grabbing your ass

Whispering sentences like “Oh, someone’s getting bold there, aren’t you, baby?” or “Getting needy, doll? I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so desperate.” inti your ear

He loves it and he could lose himself over and over in the feelings and sensation

Scenario: Stoned

You were laying on his chest after the war was over, Dabi, now with his original white hair, was still inspecting the new burns he received during the fight. It was all worth it however, seeing his father’s face like this and ruining his honor was everything he wanted. As a celebration, he brought along some weed and offered to smoke it together as a way to calm down and it didn’t take long for the hazy and calm state to take over both of your bodies and for innocent touches and kisses to turn into roaming hands and smoke being exchanged through lips.

At some point you ended up straddling him, checks cupped as you deepened the kiss and lost yourself in those husky blue eyes once you pulled away.

"Someone's getting pretty eager huh?" Dabi teased as he slapped his hands on your hips.

"Speak for yourself " you laughed back before a low moan is drawn from you as Dabi pressed against you.

He sits up to lap at your neck, caressing your delicate skin there with a graze of his teeth up to your ear. “Mmh never said I wasn’t, you just look too damn hot on top of me and high off your balls.”

The blush on your cheeks was hot and burning, just like the palms of his hands that he started to heat up. Gradually, you start to move your hips, the fabrics of your clothes starting to rub against each other. Dabi was so generous as to lend you his shirt since he was too hot from the previous battle, now with only his chest and your bottom half exposed, it was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to feel.

“Why don’t we get this off?” you suggested and Dabi wasted no time shuffling his sweatpants down.

Soon his hands were back on you, hot as the breath against your ear. “I want you, baby, ~” He purred, hands sliding up your shirt, grabbing anything in his way he could manage. You captured his lips in another heated kiss, effectively shutting him up and letting your bodies do the talking. With only both of your underwear separating you, Dabi’s got you exactly where he wanted.

The next moments felt like a blur, a hot mess of rubbing fabrics and hungry kisses. Dabi kept you close to himself, rutting up into you as if the clothes weren’t there in the first place, he can’t get enough of the teasing and he loves to watch you fall apart and go in for more. There was not much to say in between the two of you, the feeling of the other enough to make you both needy.

At some point, you stopped your kissing to catch some air, but the movements of your hips or his didn’t falter. You’ve gotten so wet that you could feel your slick run down your thighs and you could see that it makes Dabi growl. His rock-hard cock has found a comfortable way of sliding against the plush lips of your pussy that he could spend forever, although there’s only one more place he'd rather be.

“I think we need to move this somewhere else,” Dabi smirked against your lips. “Or maybe we’ll just stay here since our limbs are so heavy.”

“No, I think you definitely need to move somewhere else.” The third-party voice ripped you out of your little horny bubble and you watched in shock as you saw Spinner standing in the door frame, looking tired and just done getting patched back up himself.

You scrambled to throw anything over you that would provide some sort of shielding, embarrassment setting into your mind despite the relaxing feeling of the weed. “How long have you been standing here?”

“Too long…” He sighs as he wanders off to the couch on the other side of the room, starting up a game.

“Guess, we have to continue this somewhere else, baby” Dabi laughed, and surprisingly, he reluctantly sat up.”I don’t want anyone seeing you with what I'm about to do to you.”

You keened and obediently wrapped your legs around him as he stood up and took you up to his room.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Tom questions you

Tom Grant x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I really like this series. I know that Eddie fics are loads better. But I needed a small break from them. It broke my heart writing Decisions, decisions. Thank you for your patience

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, arguing, and fellatio.(male receiving) 

Part 4

Summary: morning after leads to uncomfortable separation. Tom need to know if you love him.

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Tom woke at the sound of his watches alarm. He looked through groggy eyes and shut it off. Just now realizing you were not on his chest anymore. Rubbing his eyes with one hand he felt for you with the other. But you were gone. He sat up and looked around . The embers in the fireplace still provide a bit of light. But you weren't there. He was worried that you ran off. And he laid there for a while to see if you would come back. Then he looked at his watch again. Oh it's breakfast time. You must have gone to cook.

So he found his clothes and put them on. Putting out the fire and grabbing the blanket and pillows. Once he dropped them off he went to the kitchen. But sadness fell on him when you weren't there either. He went to your room and it was unlocked. He peaked in but you weren’t there.

He was now concerned. Where else could you have gone? He couldn't keep searching for you. He had to find out what happened to the generator and get the power going.

He check his cell and the battery was low. He had a text from the power company saying power should be restored later that evening. The cold winds from last night knocked out some power lines.

He opened up a new message and texted you . Asking where you were.

He locked his phone and put it in his back pocket. Making his way to the large garage that held boats and all the rec vehicles. He went for the generator when his cellphone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw your name. As soon as he swiped it open his phone die.

" Fucking hell! I can't believe this!" He shouted.

Well at least you weren't avoiding him. But, where did you go?

Tom finally got the generator working again. The buzz of the electricity filled the lodge. Making his way back he saw you coming through the door with bags. He was happy to see you.

"Hey you fixed it." You said with a cheeky smile.

Tom jogged over to you. Helping with the bags.

"yeah thought you left me." He went to kiss you but you moved so his kiss landed on your cheek instead. He pulled back and furrowed his brow at you.

"Later ok?" You said in a hushed tone.

He was confused but nodded. He helped carried the supplies in. He heard you instructed others to get started on meal prep and that you would be back. As you walked by him you grabbed his hand pulling him towards your room. He just stared at your backside grinning.

He shut the door behind him and you went to grab a bottle of water. Pulling out a brown paper bag out of your hand bag.

" you didn't text me back."

" I'm sorry love. My phone died. I didn't even get a chance to read it." He made his way you and held you.

"I had to go into town and get a morning after pill. We uh don't carry them in the general store. And I just decided to pick up a few more things that we needed."

" and here I am thinking I was that bad at sex."

You laughed. " Oh God no. That was...it just was."

He moved to kiss you. And you let him. After a few moments you took a break.

"Why didn't you let me kiss you earlier?"

You pulled back just a bit but he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

" I'm just not ready for anyone to know just yet. I don't know what this is."

" what do you mean? Do you not want to be with me?" Tom loosened his hold on you.

" I don't know what I want right now."

" I don't understand. Do you not like me? If you didn't like me then why did we have sex last night." He said backing away.

You sat on your bed and didn't say anything.

"Well?"

" Thomas I'm sorry... I can't."

"What the hell do you mean you can't?"

You looked at your feet not responding.

"Y/n what the hell?! Now you're not going to talk to me?"

You just sat there.

" why are you treating me like you do everyone else?" He pleaded for an answer.

" I'm sorry ok. Don't you know that it kills me not being able to talk to you about what’s going on in my head? Like I just can't. Everyone always wanted me to open up to them and I can't. Like I'm sorry that I have trust issues that caused me to do this. I'm sorry that the people I open up to just leave me."

" I not gonna leave you y/n."

"No! Stop it! My husband said the same thing and I needed him. I fucking needed him and he chose to leave me. He chose not to do chemo. He would rather die than to feel sick. And what did he leave me with? A broken heart with some money. I never wanted his money. I wanted him. And I hate him for it. For lying to me. For saying he loved me and he would always be here. I hate him for making me this way. I hate that now I can't let myself be happy with you because I’m afraid."

" What’s there to be afraid of?”

Your silence continued.

“Just talk to me. We can figure something out" he came and sat on the bed next to you

"I don't want to figure things out."

" Why?" He was now on the verge of tears.

" Because I love you! Because I'm in love with you. Is that what you wanted to hear? I love you ok. And I don't know how to do this.... It's not right."

His face softened " what's not right?"

" This....us..." You said wiping your tears.

" what wrong with us being together?"

" Because Thomas.... I'm starting to love you they way I loved him." You pointed at a picture you had of your late husband."

He was at a loss for words.

" I love you ok. I love being around you. You make me smile so much. I love the way your ridiculously big brown eyes look at me. I love it when you smile. When you hold me." Your voice broke. " I've lost so much already. And I can't lose you too...I won't,"

He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you. Kiss the top of your head. "You're not going to lose me. Ever. Because y/n I love you too. And I want this. I know that it's not going to be easy. But if you give me you're heart. I promise. I will do everything I can to keep it safe."

...

After a bit he was able to calm you down. You left to go back to work and he went to his room grab things to shower. While he was in there he was worried about you. He felt awful for forcing you to admit your feels for him. He did that once and it didn't work out well for him. He was afraid to lose you too. He felt like he put a wedge between you two. How was he going to fix this?

Later that night he was waiting by your door for you. You gave him a halfhearted smile. And it hurt him to see you struggle with your love for him.

You stopped in front of him. " I'm sorry Thomas. I'm sorry for not speaking sooner. It’s just hard for me to show how I feel."

He embraced you. "Y/n I know. But please forgive me. I never wanted to make things harder for you. I wanted to tell you that I love you for a while. But I was frightened. There's so much I wish to tell you but I don't want to push you into something your not ready for." He kissed the top of your head.

You pulled away just enough to meet his gaze" Tom I don't know what is going to happen between us. But I do know that I don't like it when we are apart. It's not that I’m not ready it's just I'm afraid. I'm afraid of how badly I want you. I know you didn't sign up for this. But please be patient with me. I have gone through so much these past years. And I just feel like I don't deserve this again. "

"You do though. You are the kindest person I've ever met. You deserve so much more than this. And if you let me I'll prove it. Everyone loves you. My parents love you. I love you.... So let me be yours. And I swear that I'll keep you safe and happy."

You nodded and he kissed you. Only pausing to breathe. He met your forehead with his.

" Alright you two you know the rules. No PDA in the halls."

You guys looked over and saw Lisa grinning at the both of you.

" It's about damn time. Looks like I won the bet."

"what bet?" You asked.

" That you two were going to get together."

" What? You guys took bets that we would end up together or not?" Tom said

" Please boy. We all want to see you together. It was a bet on timing. Mine was last night. When I saw you guys laying together, then leave I was all 'Fuck yeah!" you guys got me 500 bucks."

You both laughed.

" Now break it up. Or go to your room." Lisa winked and left.

" You see love. Everyone wants us to be together." Tom said while tucking your hair behind your ear.

" No PDA Thomas." You giggled.

" common" he said pulling you into his room.

...

A week later Tom was fixing a clogged drain in the kitchen when he heard you on the phone. You sounded upset. He went out to see you pacing in the mess hall in a screaming match with whomever was on the other end.

" NO! THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" You paused to listen. " Why now?!...Are you serious?!"

He went towards you and you looked up at him. You were definitely upset. You shook your head at him listening intently. " Alright I'll figure something out. Thanks mom. Love you...bye"

" What's wrong love?"

You were visibly shaking. Your fists were clenched and breathing harshly.

" I have to go home."

" What? Why?"

You sighed trying to calm down. " His parents are trying to sue me for the house....they want everything."

" What?"

" It's not that I wouldn't give it to them. I would give them everything. It's just they should have just talked to me. Not send papers to my mom. They haven't bothered talking to me since the funeral. And now they are doing this."

" He left everything to you. If he wanted them to have it, he would have left them something."

" That's just it. He did leave them a lot. They just want it all. They kept all his things. I just kept my ring and the photo album. You know, I actually had to fight for them. He left them more than he left me. The only thing I really have is the house we bought together. They want his half."

"No that's not right."

" I want to give it to them. His parents and his little sister live in some trailer in the middle of no where. I thought maybe his sister could have an actual room instead of a small couch."

" What? What did they do with the stuff he left them?"

" Fuck of I know. Probably used it on drugs and gambling. " They asked me once to pay for his sister college tuition. And I sent them a check. But she never went."

" That's fucking stupid. They're using you."

" I know it. But he would want me to help them."

"No he wouldn't. He knew how they were. You deserve everything he gave you."

" I don't want it Thomas. I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine here."

" Don't you want to settle down and have a home some where? Or maybe travel."

" Well yeah. But not if this is going to cause more problems."

" No that's shit. You are going to fight it. I'll help."

" Thomas I have to do this on my own."

" No you don't. You have me now. And I'm going to make sure no one hurts you. I don't care who they are."

" Thomas you're only going to add fuel to the fire. If they know I'm seeing someone they aren't going to let up. They are gonna say that I never loved him. That all I was in it for was his money."

" That's not true though. What were you supposed to do? Not move on with your life? That's just ridiculous. We will make them see this differently. You're not that person."

" Thomas please. I can handle this. Just let me do this my way ok."

" You don't have to do this alone." He pleaded

" I know. Thank you for that. But I have to do this." You said while hugging him.

" Fine. When are you leaving?"

"I'm gonna try and find a flight for tomorrow."

"What?! That soon?" He pulled away to look at you.

" The sooner I get this done the faster I can get back to you."

He nodded. He didn't want you to go. He wanted to come with you. But you were very stubborn and he knew there was nothing he could say to change your mind. He had to fix that. You never let anyone help you. And you never asked for it. You were very strong willed. And he loved that about you but sometimes it made him feel useless.

...

He drove you to the small airport and watched as you left. He didn't know why but he got the feeling like he wasn't going to see you again. He shook it off and went back to the lodge.

He barely talked to you for the next 2 months. You were always too busy to talk. You had decided to sell the house and give them the money from it. He protested but you weren't having it. Sure it wasn't his place to tell you what to do. But he couldn't stand the fact that they were taking advantage of you. He wanted you home. But from the sounds of it you hadn't planned on coming back anytime soon.

Spring was approaching and everyone was getting ready for summer. Cleaning and prepping the campers. Frank asked if him if you two would be sharing one. And he didn't even know if you were going to be back before season started. So he said that you would. He gathered all your things and found places to store the little bit you had. You really didn't have much. He noticed that you just lived so simply. You didn't even have make-up. He noticed before but it never dawned on him how much you didn't care for useless things. The only things you had that weren't necessities were books, a tattered one eye dragon pillow pet that your mom gave to you when you were younger and a Harry Potter wand your late husband gave you for Christmas one year. The box was never opened. You said that you didn't want to break it. So he put it in a safe place. He finished unpacking and went outside to smoke. He heard a side by side approach. He thought it was someone coming to find him to fix something. But it wasn't.

" Hey Thomas." You said pulling up and stepping out.

" Oh my god you're here." He tossed his cigarette and ran to hug you. Lifting you just a bit.

You giggled and kissed him.

" Yuck. You stink!" You said scrunching your nose when he put you down.

" Sorry I wasn't expecting you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?"

" I wanted to surprise you. But hold on when did you start smoking?" You looked upset

" I uhh when you left."

" umm ok" you pushed him away

He didn't understand. Didn't you miss him?

" Stop smoking." You said firmly.

" I'm sorry I didn't know you hated it."

" Seriously?! You know they cause cancer right?"

Shit he hadn't thought about that. Of course you would be upset. He pulled out his half empty pack and lighter and walked to the garbage can and tossed them.

" There. All gone. I will never smoke another one again. I promise"

You smiled and went to him hugging him again.

" Geez please change and brush your teeth. You smell god awful."

He nodded and pulled you into the camper.

" uh what is my stuff doing in here?" You questioned as you made your way in.

" oh yeah umm I thought since we sleep together you would want to stay here with me. I hope that's a'right?"

You hesitated making him question if it was the right thing to do.

" uhh yeah it's fine. But living together...are you sure we are ready for that?"

" You don't want to?" He was concerned about your feelings for him. Had they changed when you left?

" No I do. But don't you think we are moving to fast?"

" Do you?"

" I mean yeah. We've been together for like 2 and a half months."

"3 months." He responded

" No we started dating before I went home,”

“No we started the night of the storm.” he reminded you.

“That doesn’t count”

“Oh yes it does.” he retorted “But if you don't want to live with me I can get the other camper ready for you." He hoped that you didn't want that.

" No it would be a waste. You know I'm just gonna come and sleep with you every night anyways."

" It's settles then. You're staying here." He smiled.

You returned it. " So umm I'm gonna get my bag and you shower. Then we can go to dinner."

He nodded and you gave him a kiss on the nose.

...

After a few days you guys found your rhythm. You were actually very easy to live with. You didn't use up all the hot water. And you constantly cleaned. You had supper ready for him when he came back. You would give him massages when he would get off work. You would always bring him back a piece of chocolate cake when you made of for dessert for the others. He loved the time before season. He got to see you so much. And he dreaded the summer. He knew you would be too busy for him. And all he wanted was to be around you. You would never come to visit him while he worked. You thought it would be distracting if you did. He wanted you all the time. You guys haven't had sex since the power outage. He wanted to but things kept happening or you left to handle your business. But it was the last day before summer and he was determined to have you again.

You were at the dining table finished up the menu for the guest when he came home. You looked up from your task and gave him a loving smile. He went to you to give you a kiss hello.

" I uhh just need to to print this out and we can watch a movie or something." You said

"Yeah I'm gonna wash up"

You nodded and looked back at your laptop. He was going to ask you to join him but the shower was too small for you both. So he hurried.

You were laying on the bed reading when he got out. He saw the title and raised his brow. '50 shades of Grey' oh yeah it was happening tonight. He crawled over your legs and you put the book down. You bit your lip positioning yourself to get comfortable under him. He kissed you and pressed himself against your core. You moaned at his touch. His heart was pounding. And he was at full length already. He was nipping at your neck when you pushed him away.

" What is it love? Don't you want to?"

" I do. But...it's my time of the month."

He hung his head. But brought it back up again with a smirk.

" No Thomas. I just washed these sheets. And that's just gross."

He pouted. But you refused. He rolled off and laid down letting a sound of frustration leave his lips.

That's when you got up and shimmied down the bed. He watched you pull down his boxers revealing himself. You ran your finger on his shaft making him shudder.

" you don't have-"

The looked you gave him made he stop talking. You wrapped your hand around him giving him a pump before spitting on his head. He threw his head back and groaned and you started stroking him. After a minute he felt your lips. He looked at you as you swirled your tongue around his head. Licking one long slow line along the underside of his phallus. 'Fuck' left his mouth. He watched as you moved between his legs on your knees to get a better angle. While stroking him you teased with your tongue. He was already close when you took him into your mouth. You were so warm and wet. He couldn’t hold back his groans. His hands held onto your head while you bobbed. The hollowing of your cheeks felt so good. You shoved him so far down your throat that you gagged. You pulled up to catch your breath. Before taking him in again. Nose presses against his curly pubic hair. Your soft hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Your moan sent him over the edge. Feeling him about to cum you removed your mouth and pumped him. Thick white ribbons shot out onto his stomach pooling on his mid-section. He flinched as you pumped the last of his love out and released your hand, after placing a small kiss on the tip of his Johnson.

" Better?" You asked looking at him while sitting up.

He was breathing hard and his words stumbled out of his mouth." l-loads. That- that was. Fuck! " It was all he could say.

He never had head feel that good before. Always either so sloppy or too much teeth. But you. You knew exactly what to do. He didn't even need to tell you to stroke faster or anything. You were so fucking perfect.

You smiled and pulled off your shirt to clean him up. Tossing it to the side when you were finished. You hand him his boxers and laid down in just your shorts and bra.

" You good?"

"s'good. So...what are we watching?"

" Is a scary one. 'Hereditary'" you said happily.

You really loved horror movies. Which was perfect because so did he.

" I know we've seen it before. But I just can't get enough of it. Something about not having a happy end is just fascinating. It's truly the scariest shit I've ever seen."

" I agree." He said pulling you into him.

You rested against him while turning on the movie.

“ Since it’s shark week I have one for you. Did you know you are more likely to get bitten by a New Yorker than a shark?”

“Are you serious?” Tom was baffled

“Yup. Crazy huh?”

You both laughed and sat waiting for the movie to start. 

" I love you Thomas."

He lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. " No I love you."

...

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[xjoonchildx]

snapshot | jhs x reader

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, smut, fluff OH MY GOD SO MUCH FLUFF y'all i apologize

word count: 4.7K

notes: this fic is a commission fic for the lovely @wwilloww as part of the @armyadvocates fundraising initiative to stop hate crimes against AAPI. miss willow asked for an old house, candles and soft smut as well as a mystery box. i did my best to deliver on all counts because willow is amazing and deserves all good things.

thanks go to @hobi-gif @ladyartemesia and @btsarmy9593 for beta reading parts of this story, thanks so much for keeping me on track ladies! a very special shoutout to @sahmfanficbts who helped me come up with a very *key* part of this plot.

warnings: no one dies? no one is in danger of dying? who am i? standard smut, unprotected sex. liberal sunscreen use. low air quality due to paint fumes and sawdust. references to yoongi, who we can assume is cranky offscreen, references to @untaemedqueen first suggestion of what was in the box.

Warm.

Hoseok is so warm right now, inside and out. He stretches his long body out on the length of his beach lounger, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on his skin. His buzz is mellow and pleasant. He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled into a lazy calm by the sounds he can hear all around him.

The steady lap of the waves against the shore. Kids laughing as they run around on the sand. Off in the distance, a bluetooth speaker thumps out a song that’s too far away for him to recognize. And after a few minutes, another sound.

Your bright laughter, carried to him on the breeze.

God, he loves that sound.

“You are such a lightweight,” you tease. Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice. “Two beers and you pass out on me.”

He cracks one eye open to find you standing beside his lounger. The early evening sunlight streams through the strands of your dark hair and warms your bronzed skin, bathing you in a kind of golden halo. He gazes up at you, languid and content.

“I’m not passed out,” he argues with a slow grin. “I’m relaxing. Come relax with me.”

Hoseok doesn’t give you a chance to accept his offer, leaning up to grab your hand and pull you down into the narrow space beside him. You laugh when he wraps his arms and legs around you like a starfish, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I’m just enjoying the perfect day,” he murmurs, nosing at the back of your ear, “With my perfect girl.”

“Flatterer.”

Hoseok can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you’re doing it anyway. Just like he can’t see the way you flush and he knows you’re doing that, too.

“We should eat,” you say after a while, shivering when he strokes the pads of his fingers up the soft skin of one bare leg. “Grab something before we have to take the bikes back.”

Hoseok hums under his breath as he slides his palm up the curve of your thigh, boldly searching for trouble under the hem of your sundress. You bat his hand away and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

“Alright,” he agrees in a whisper, ghosting his lips down the nape of your neck. You jolt in his arms when he sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, nipping playfully. “Just a quick bite.”

There’s not much difference between a sundress and a négligée is there?

Certainly not from where Hoseok is sitting, anyway.

He studies you as he rides close behind, watching the way your hair whips in the breeze as you pedal. One delicate sundress strap slips down your sun-warmed shoulder, exposing just a bit more of your back. Then the wind grabs a hold of your sheer skirt, lifting it just long enough for Hoseok to get a glimpse of the pretty white panties underneath.

God, he loves those panties.

Could stare at them all day, really.

But instead he forces himself to pedal faster and take the lead, grinning when you take note of his advance and glare. It’s for the best because while you think this is just some meandering evening ride, he’s the only one who knows where you’re really headed. For the best because if he falls off his bike and breaks his face because he’s too busy staring at your ass, the entire night will be ruined before it has the chance to start.

It’s quiet on this street just a few blocks from the shore.

Dolmeori Beach is rockier, more wooded than the beaches preferred by most tourists and that’s always suited Hoseok just fine. When he was a kid, he’d steal away when the weather was warm and hop the train here from Gwangju any chance he got.

It’s always felt like his place, his personal piece of sea and sand.

Pine trees loom high over the pavement, canopies so dense they block out much of the waning sunlight streaming down from above. The shade beneath the leaves makes the heat bearable, but it also makes it hard to judge the time. Hoseok steals a quick look at his watch.

Right on schedule. He hopes Yoongi followed his instructions to the letter.

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” he teases over his shoulder, and he chuckles at the sound of frustration you make as you pedal faster to catch up. It takes a few seconds for you to coast into position at his side.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you fuss, “Wanna clue me in?”

Hoseok turns his head to smile at you, sly like a fox.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

The realtor had said the place would need a little love.

Turns out, it needs a lot more than a little. But Hoseok was able to see right past the weathered wooden porch and salt air-worn paint right away. When he found this place online, he knew it was the one.

He slows his bike to a stop as the two of you make your approach, taking note of the warm light that glows just behind the frosted glass pane in the front door. Looks like Yoongi came through.

“What is this place?” you ask, skidding to a stop beside him. You stand over your bike on tiptoes as you survey the house, brow knit in confusion.

“It’s a surprise,” Hoseok grins, hopping off his bike. He shoves the kickstand into place and offers you his hand, which you accept with a suspicious smile. “Wanna go in?”

“Yeah sure,” you shrug. “We’ve probably already stolen these bikes. What’s a little breaking and entering on top of that?”

Hoseok laughs, leading the way to the front door.

He cringes when the porch floorboards creak loudly beneath his feet, making a mental note to put that project next on his to-do list. You stand with arms crossed, watching silently as he crouches down to lift the mat at the front door, fingers feeling beneath for the concealed key.

You stop him with fingers wrapped around his forearm when he gets to his feet.

“Wait,” you whisper frantically. “We can’t just walk into someone’s house, Hoseok.”

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss the adorable confusion right off your face. Then he slides his key into the lock and pushes the door wide open.

“Not someone’s house,” he corrects, watching you peer skeptically inside.

You step slowly through the threshold and scan the candle-lit front room before turning to him with wide eyes.

“Our house.”

“You bought a beach house.”

It’s the third time you’ve said it by now, and not once has the hushed observation been directed at Hoseok. You said it when you brushed your fingertips over the freshly-dried spackle on the living room wall, said it again as you passed your hand over the base coat of stain on the mantle over the fireplace.

You say it again as you turn to him, jaw slack with disbelief.

“You bought a beach house.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok admits sheepishly, uncertain of your reaction. He tries to see the room the way you must see it now, candles and tools scattered across the tables, floors covered in drop cloths, cans of paint and plaster stacked up in the corners.

Yoongi had done a decent job of clearing up most of the clutter before he left, but judging by the astonishment on your face, he’s probably been romanticizing the mess in here.

He’d really hoped to have a lot more done the first time he brought you here, but he’s learned the hard way that some home renovation projects don’t go as smoothly in real life as they do on YouTube. The process has been a bit of trial and error, with a lot more error than he’d originally counted on.

“I know it doesn’t look like a whole lot right now,” he says, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “But it’s going to look great when I’m done. Yoongi helped me sand all week.”

You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh my god Hoseok, no -- ” you vow with a shaky laugh, “ -- no, this is incredible. This is amazing. I’m in shock.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok grins, relief melting over him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted -- ”

“ -- Wait,” you interrupt, one brow quirked high as you step closer. “You said… you said something important. You said this was our house.”

“Did I?”

You narrow your dark eyes at him and he chuckles uncomfortably, nerves kicking in for the first time tonight. The feeling -- and the occasion both call for more booze. Which he’s prepared for.

“Are you going to give me a tour?” you ask.

“Later,” he says. “After.”

“After what, Hoseok? You’re killing me slowly with all this suspense.”

“Hang out here for a second,” he instructs, ducking into the small kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes him no time at all to find the bottle of Moet he’s stashed in the fridge and the clean champagne flutes tucked away into the corner of his dutifully-dusted kitchen cabinet. He double-checks the contents of the box on the counter, making sure everything is in place.

Then he takes a deep breath.

Your brows lift in surprise when he walks back into the room with that box in his hands. You watch him set it down on the floor, saying nothing when he turns back to retrieve the champagne and glasses.

When he finally returns, you’re on your knees -- examining the package. Lips pursed thoughtfully as you press your fingers to the gold flecks on the fabric lid.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, flicking your gaze up to find his. “I have so many questions right now.”

You look so damned beautiful in this candlelight -- like you brought your golden glow from the beach indoors. Like you absorbed the sun’s rays and you’re emitting them now like some kind of superpower.

“Have a drink with me,” he murmurs, “And I’ll answer them.”

Something in the room shifts then; the temperature changes. The silly fun of the afternoon evaporates, leaving behind something heavy and heady. Hoseok knows you feel it too, when your half-smile slowly drops and you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Okay,” you agree softly, “Let’s have a drink.”

You watch him with those focused dark eyes as he pops the champagne. The drink bubbles over the lip of both flutes as he pours, on account of his haste and shaky hands. Then you take one of the glasses in hand and offer him the other, which he quickly accepts.

“To this surprise housewarming,” you declare, raising your flute for a toast.

Hoseok clinks his glass against yours, taking note of the way you watch him carefully over the lip of your glass as you’re tilting back the flute to take a sip. He decides he can’t keep you -- or himself -- in suspense any longer.

“You know how special you are to me, right?”

You make a face.

“Did you bring me to your new house to break up with me?”

Hoseok’s startled laugh turns into a cough and tears prick his eyes as champagne bubbles blaze a path up his sinuses.

“Yes,” he says dryly, once he’s managed to collect himself. “I figured dumping you by candlelight sounded like the most romantic option.”

You tip your head back when you laugh, light playing off the curve of your neck, your collarbones, the tiny gold pendant that sits in the pretty dip at the base of your throat.

God, he loves your skin.

Hoseok looks at you long and hard before lifting his flute to take a long drink.

“This is for you,” he says quietly, acknowledging the box out loud for the first time.

“What’s in it?”

“A human head,” Hoseok snorts, flinching when you reach over to pinch his leg. “Don’t be a pain. Just open it.”

Your eyes light with excitement as you smooth your hands over the lid and Hoseok can’t help but smile. But your excitement turns into confusion the moment you open the box and find the neat row of plain white envelopes inside.

“What is this?”

“Quit asking me questions,” Hoseok deadpans, pouring himself another drink. He tops off your glass, too. “And start at the front.”

You shake your head with a wry smile as you work the first envelope open, slipping your fingers in between the paper folds to fish out the contents inside. Hoseok sips his champagne as you produce the polaroid photo, head cocked to the side as you study it.

It was cold that day, he remembers that. You’d been bundled up in a pretty scarf and matching belted coat. In the photo, the mid-morning sun flares behind you, illuminating your profile as you squint up at a display of laminated menus.

“This is me,” you murmur, mouth quirking into a disbelieving smile, “At the coffee truck outside of work.”

“Yup.”

“We’d just started dating.”

“Yup.”

“How did you take this without me noticing?”

“Easy,” Hoseok laughs. “You stared at that menu for five minutes straight. I’ve never seen someone take coffee selection so seriously. Thought you were gonna order the most complicated drink in history.”

You roll your eyes but you laugh. So does he.

“Turn it over.”

You flip the polaroid over in your hands, eyes moving over the neat block handwriting on the back.

coolest girl i ever met

“This is the day I knew I liked you,” Hoseok murmurs, “Like, really liked you.”

Your eyes are a bit glassy when you look up at him now, the corner of your mouth tugging into a soft smile.

“You were that sure that fast, huh?” “Yeah,” he admits, scratching self-consciously at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was.”

You move onto the next envelope, this time prepared when you pull out yet another polaroid picture. This one is harder to place, taken in the dark, mostly black but for a few splashes of vivid light.

“I don’t know this one,” you frown, ghosting your finger across one particularly colorful blur of red and gold. “I can’t make it out.”

You turn the polaroid over, looking once again for Hoseok’s neat block letters.

she’s into me

You laugh out loud.

“That was the lantern festival in Cheonggyecheon,” Hoseok explains. “I’d invited you, but you’d had plans, remember? And I was just going to get Yoongi to go with me but you called me last minute to say you’d decided to come.”

“I remember,�� you say with a smile. “Yeri invited me to a movie, but I cancelled on her. I wanted to hang out with you instead.”

“Yeah, well that’s the night I knew you really liked me.”

“Cocky,” you smirk, reaching for another envelope. “But warranted.”

Your eyes light with recognition the moment you pull the next picture out. You’re crouched down at the edge of his mother’s koi pond, one finger making ripples on the surface of the water.

“First time we ever went to Gwangju together,” you muse quietly. “First time I met your parents.”

You flip the polaroid over.

pretty sure my mom loves her more than she loves me

“Okay, this might actually be true,” you tease, taking a sip of your champagne. “Your mom and dad love me.”

“Yeah, well that was the day I decided I loved you, too,” Hoseok chuckles. “The point where I kind of knew there was no turning back.”

You look up from the photograph then, eyes glassy with emotion when they find his. Candlelight flickering across your face as you look at him fondly.

“You still feel that way?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Keep going.”

The next polaroid is a selfie of Hoseok in bed but it’s by no means sexual. There are dark circles under his eyes and his skin has a sallow tint. Next to his pillow, the bedside table is littered with cold medicine and empty cups.

“Is this when you had the flu?” you ask, flipping the polaroid over. The neat block lettering on the back confirms your theory.

she took care of me

“You were so pitiful,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. I swear, men have zero tolerance for discomfort.”

“I nearly died,” Hoseok protests dramatically. “But you dropped everything to come take care of me. That’s the day I knew you loved me, too.”

Your smile is brilliant now, open and sweet as you reach for the last remaining envelope. Hoseok takes another swig of champagne, slugging it down as you pull out the polaroid and study the image.

You are wearing your delicate sundress, leaned up against the wooden railing that separates the sand and rocks. Standing just next to your bike, nose in the air as you breathe in the salt carried on the wind.

“This is today,” you murmur, brows knitting together when you flip the picture over and find the back side blank. “And you haven’t written anything here.”

“Yeah, well,” Hoseok starts and stops, clearing his throat. “I haven’t had a chance to write it in yet.”

“Oh.”

“That’s the day I asked you to marry me.”

“Oh.”

You blink. Once, then again. Hoseok can hear the shaky breath you take in when your mouth parts in surprise. He sets his champagne flute down, sufficiently bolstered by the booze.

“So that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m asking you to marry me.”

You’re still mute with shock, eyes wide as they go from Hoseok to the picture and back to Hoseok again.

“But uh, the longer you don’t say anything, the less confident I feel about this entire plan,” he chuckles awkwardly.

You take him off balance when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your thighs around his waist. He keeps you both from toppling over with a palm flat to the floor, laughing as you pepper his face with kisses.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pressing your lips to his temple, his neck, his jaw. “Yes. To you and to these amazing pictures and to this beach house. Yes to all of it.”

You pull away from him to grab the champagne, eyes flashing mischievously as you take a drink straight from the bottle. “Yes to champagne, too.”

Hoseok feigns shock. “Naughty.”

You kiss him deeply then, thoroughly, enough for him to feel the remnants of the carbonation on your tongue. You tease him with a barely there roll of your hips and his cock responds instantaneously, at the mercy of the warm friction he can feel straight through the thin material of his board shorts.

“You know what I’m thinking?” you murmur against his mouth.

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah,” Hoseok chuckles, sucking a breath between his teeth when you bite the skin just below his ear.

“We have a lot to celebrate, right?” you reason, tone light. “But we came here for a housewarming.”

You lean back just far enough to pull your sundress over your head, tossing it carelessly aside, leaving you in nothing but those pretty white panties he loves so much.

“So we should warm it.”

Hoseok grins, pulling the champagne bottle out of your grip. He turns it up just like you did, finishing what’s left before setting it back down.

“I like the way you think.”

The only bedroom in this house is buried beneath a two-inch thick layer of sawdust right now.

Not that making it to a bedroom seems high on your list of priorities.

The fact that you’re both sitting on top of a drop cloth on Hoseok’s living room floor isn’t stopping you from threading your fingers into his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth, grinding against his lap.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you laugh, pressing your bare breasts to his chest once he’s managed to untangle himself from your limbs long enough to shrug out of his shirt. Your pebbled nipples drag across the lithe planes of his chest and his cock jumps in his shorts.

“Clever.”

“That’s me,” Hoseok murmurs against your lips, deft fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton between your thighs. He slides the pad of one long finger across your wet slit and you gasp, rocking against it.

“Gotta get you out of these panties,” he laments, pulling one nipple into his mouth and working it with his teeth. You shudder in his hold. “Quick.”

“What are you in such a hurry for?” you tease, circling your hips to chase the perfect pressure of his fingertips. “We have all night.”

“We have about three more minutes if you keep grinding on me like this,” Hoseok laughs, shifting your bodies to lean you back onto the floor. “So give me a break because I want to enjoy this.”

You lie back for him dutifully, dark hair spilling onto the drop cloth around you, skin gleaming in the candlelight. Your gold pendant twinkles at the base of your neck.

God, he loves the way you look like this.

Flushed with excitement and anticipation. Like a feast laid out just for him. He rids himself of those pesky board shorts as fast as he can, leaning over you on hands and knees.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he muses, burying his face into the soft skin under your jaw. “You already said yes, can’t take it back now.”

Your laughter is echoing in his ears as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, across the bronzed planes of your shoulder. He can taste the day on your skin; the ocean salt and sunscreen mixed with that flavor that’s so uniquely you.

“I don’t want to take it back,” you sigh, whimpering when Hoseok kisses a path down the velvety skin between your breasts. He travels lower, kissing just below your bellybutton as he starts working your panties off with one hand. “I’m gonna keep you.”

Hoseok chuckles as he tosses your panties away, off to somewhere unimportant. What’s important is the way you take a deep breath and hold it when his mouth hovers coyly over your cunt.

“Look at me,” he directs, peering up at you from beneath heavy eyelids. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, candlelight dancing over your pretty face.

“I love you,” he breathes, lowering his mouth to make contact with your clit. The air leaves your lungs in that moment, a soft exhalation of air that makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.

“I love you too,” you sigh, hips jerking at the contact, fingers digging hard into his hair. “So much.”

He knows you by now, knows how you like to be touched. Your rhythmic panting goes a bit ragged, when he slides two fingers into your cunt, crooking up to stroke you the way you like while his mouth works your clit.

God, he loves this part.

The part where you lose any semblance of control. The desperate sounds you make when you start to come apart beneath his mouth and hands.

“Hoseok -- “ your voice is strangled when you call out, “ -- Hobi, I’m gonna come.”

Something about the way you say his name goes straight to his dick. He grits his teeth when your nails dig almost painfully into his scalp as you start to tremble, shuddering against his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, pinning your hips down with his strong hands, keeping you from pulling away from the pleasure that borders on pain. “That’s it. Sound so good when you come for me.”

Hoseok stays face first in your cunt, nose and tongue pressed against you, until he’s certain the last wave has come and gone. Between his own legs, his cock pulses painfully, leaking pre-come at the thought of finally being inside of you.

Your body twitches with the aftershocks of your release as he slowly kisses his way up your thighs, your mound, your stomach.

“How was that?” he asks with a teasing tilt to his mouth, stealing your ability to answer when he kisses you deeply, fitting his slim hips between your legs. He reaches down to grab his stiff cock, sliding it across your slick entrance. You clamp your thighs together to tighten the drag and he groans at the friction.

“Amazing,” you sigh, dragging your nails over his ass, up the lean muscles of his back. “Perfect. You should let me return the favor.”

His dick practically jumps at the suggestion, stomach contracting hard at the prospect of feeling your pretty mouth wrapped around it. But Hoseok is too worked up, too riled up by the alcohol and the excitement.

“Can’t tonight,” he pants, arousal shooting up his spine when you wrap one hand around his now-wet cock. You pump him lazily, trailing soft bites from his jaw to his shoulder. “Need to be inside of you.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for that too,” you admit, guiding the blunt head of his cock to your entrance.

He surges forward then, pushing past the tight grip of your fingers, groaning as he’s enveloped completely by your warm cunt. You whimper at the stretch, locking your legs around him, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pulls back to the tip only to drive in again, earning another strangled moan. You’re squirming beneath him, breathless and dewy, looking like some kind of wet dream.

“I’ll never get over how good it feels to be inside of you,” Hoseok admits, burying himself as deep as he humanly can into you.

You’re so wet he can feel you spilling out onto the base of his dick and for one fleeting moment he wishes you knew how good this feels for him. How wet and hot and tight you feel around him. How being inside of you like this makes his brain go haywire, reduces him to only instinct and need.

You lift your hips to meet each snap of his, the wet sound of your joining echoing off the walls in this mostly empty house.

He hears you moaning his name in between the other sounds you make, in between the panting and mewling that makes his balls tighten. You grip his forearms as he grinds against you, kissing you in between desperate breaths.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” you gasp against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok groans, pulling back to get to his knees. He hooks one of your legs over the crook of one strong forearm, using his one free hand to press a thumb to your clit. His rhythm falters as he watches himself slide in and out of you, hypnotized by the sight of his body joined to yours.

You lift your ass off the floor, back arching as you chase the pressure of his fingers. Hoseok strokes you desperately, feeling his orgasm looming menacingly at the base of his cock. It takes just a few more strained pumps of his hips to set you off.

The second he feels you clamp down around him, Hoseok folds back over you, arms braced on either side of you as he thrusts through his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes and groans as he empties his cock inside of you, thrusting until he can’t anymore.

He collapses onto you, heart racing as he tries to catch his breath.

“Don’t leave me,” you groan when Hoseok peels his damp skin away from yours to get to his feet.

He strides across the room, completely nude, grinning when you turn onto your side and go up on one elbow to ogle him.

“Just for a second,” he calls out, pulling out every unorganized drawer in the kitchen until he finally comes across a pen. “Gotta finish something.”

He makes a show of holding it in the air as he walks back into the living room, opening the gold-flecked box, and pulling out the last unmarked polaroid photo.

You’re smiling the entire time you watch him pen the last caption on the last photograph.

she said yes

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First Kiss! Part 2

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Part 1

Part 2 will include Sky, Legend and Time

Content under the cut!

Sky

Walking through the town was something mundane and simple.

Walking through town hand in hand with your boyfriend Sky was comforting, a journey and a delight.

You always seemed to see things differently when he was around and you’re not sure why but walking with him always made things look brighter, happier, more enjoyable. You never wanted it to end.  

The two of you turned into the town square and watched the others of the group disperse into the natural inclinations for civilization. You laughed and leaned against Sky as they went away, the two of you not having a destination in mind.

“I don’t actually want to do anything right now.” Sky admitted as you walk. “Is there something you had in mind or can we go?”

You hum and think for a moment and realize that there’s not much you think the town can offer you at the moment that would be worth staying and shake your head. “Nope. I’m good.”

Sky smiled and begins to drag you along to the outer rings of the place, making random turns at random times just trying to create distance no matter how imaginary.

“I thought we were leaving.” You snort and stop in your tracks, keeping Sky from moving forward.

Sky blushes a little and uses his other hand to scratch the back of his head. “I realized we would need to check in with someone and I didn’t know where any of them went. So-”

“So we can’t leave because someone could go looking for us?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah...”

You snort and cover your mouth with your free hand. “I should have known.”

“What?”

“You’re too much of a good boy to just ditch people.” You grin and tilt your head. ”Which is cute but I should have known there’s no way you’re a bad boy, even for as something as trivial as knowing where we are.”

You shake your head good naturedly and feel Sky get closer. “Honestly I should have-”

Sky gets into your personal space and the close proximity stuns you into silence.

Sky raises an eyebrow and leans even closer. “I can be a bad boy, if I wanted to.”

The air suddenly feels charged and while you’re not sure with what, you somehow manage to get your tongue working again to shape the words you need to say. “No offence dear, but I doubt that.”

Sky leans in and you lean back to gain some space, less he collide with your face only to feel your back collide with a wall behind you.

You’re trapped. 

You gulp and look up into Sky’s eyes with confusion, only marginally intimidated by his actions.

Sky smirks and you feel a blush cover your face as you bite your lip. You look down out of embarrassment and try to figure out what’s going on with your heart at the same time. Sky finally lets go of your hand and brings his arm over your head to rest his weight on it, his other hand coming up to put a finger under your chin, lifting it just a little higher for you to properly look him in the eyes.

The action combined with the somewhat devilish look on his face and his action have you go weak in the knees and you press yourself deeper into the wall for some semblance of stability.

Sky looks you up and down at the sight and tilts his head, the smirk ever present.

He’s enjoying this.

Your heart is pounding, all you seem to hear is your blood rushing in your ears and your whole body feel too warm and ice cold at the same time.

Sky leans into your face and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he places little butterfly kisses against you. He brushing his nose against yours on accident but it fails to feel that way. If anything it makes the moment more intimate and charges something in you.

The little kisses he leaves on your face are a kind of sweet torture you’re not sure you can bare for any longer.

You gulp and flutter yours eyes open- not sure when you closed and gasp for a breath. “Oh my god, kiss me.”

Sky stills and you think you might have pushed something just before he angles himself in front of you again and presses his lips against yours.

Your close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling.

Your hands travel up his check and rest on his shoulders before closing in by his collar bone and snaking behind his head to tangle themselves in his hair.

Sky keeps his arm on the wall but uses his other hand to tilt your head even higher, pushing himself against you as he kisses you deeper.

A loud cough has the two of you jumping away from each other and you can’t help feeling a little pissed that someone interrupted your moment.

There stands Time, a smirk and knowing look in his eye. “Pardon the interruption, but I believe I was tasked to bring Sky to Warrior for a consultation. That is.... unless you’re busy.”

Sky coughs and steps away from you. “No, I... I can go.”

You glare at Time, not at all subtle in your intentional message you’re trying to send.

Time holds back his snickers... barely. “Good. I’ll him know you’re on your way.”

Sky blushes at being caught and laughs a bit when he sees you. “We’ll continue later.”

You blink and only then feel a little shame at also being caught- or it shame for how much you enjoyed it.

You nod at Sky and watch him- his phantom touch still on you.

You collapse against the wall and sigh.

That was not what you were expecting.

Legend

Running.

You and Legend were running through the castle trying to lose the tail of the guards that have found out that you two were very much not supposed to be there. Your party clothes billowed behind you and your steps echoed through the mostly empty hallways, more of them thundering behind you as more guards joined the cause.

“This is the last time I follow you blindly, Link.” You hiss and nearly trip over yourself.

Legend spins with little to no trouble at all and grabs your shoulder, helping you get back onto your feet and throwing you in front of him.

“It’s not like I asked for this.” Legend hisses back to you and pushes you to keep running through the hallways.

You want to stop and breath and leave but you’re lost and Legend knows this place better than you do so you’re stuck with him if you want to survive and not get caught.

Without waring Legend pulls you into a sharp turn and closes a door you didn’t notice behind you only stopping at the last moment to not slam it and instead rest it gently, closing even the small gold threaded curtain over the little peep window. 

Around you is a somewhat closed off spiral stair case and another door in front of you that leads into another unknown area but you can hear people.

You’re still not safe but no one seems to have heard you come in just yet.

“This must be one of the servant stairwells.” Legend says as he pants, resting his hands on his knees. You had though that when Legend had first appeared next to you in his finery that he was very handsome. And even when he’s all disheveled and exhausted, you still find yourself appreciating how every curve and sharp angle is accentuated by the outfit.

But this isn’t the time for that.

“Can we get out through here?” You ask, leaning up against the wall. there’s not  a lot of space between you and Legend where you stand but you’re too tired to compute it at the moment.

“Not without getting seen by more people.” Legend sighs. “We’ll just wait for the guards to pass and then head out the other way.”

You nod and continue to pant, placing your hand over your heart as if that would stop it from beating out of your chest.

Legend takes a few more breaths and walks over to stand next to you and places his weight against the wall as well. He opens his mouth to say something before abruptly shutting it with a click and forcing you to duck down as well when you hear the guards that were chasing you just outside the door that hide you from their gaze.

You stop breathing entirely, leaning closer to Legend who places himself between you and door.

You wait.

They leave.

The two of you nearly collapse into each other when you hear them take their leave to continue their search for you somewhere else.

You both stand up again and Legend reaches for the door.

Someone begins coming down the stairs.

Your eyes widen, body ready to run out the door but you’re being pressed against the wall with Legend on top of you before you can think of moving a muscle. 

Legend presses his lips against yours and traps your body there with his own. He attempts to coax a response out of you as the steps continue to descend, his hand burring itself into your hair as the other pulls you closer by your hip.

Your eyes flutter close and your hands come up to cradle his face, kissing him back like you’ve been wanting to do the entire night.

Legend groans a little as he deepens the kiss and angles you closer to his body.

You begin running your hands all over him, trying to map out his curves and angles that you’ve eyeing the entire night with your hands.

Legend responds favorably and even bites your lip when you refuse to let him kiss you even deeper.

“UM!” A voice squeaks. “My apologies but uh... you can’t be here.”

You break away and Legend turns around to address the poor maid that had caught you two.

“Sorry.” He flushes and waves her away. “We’ll be on our way. We didn’t know.”

You swear you blush all the way to your feet and can’t even bring yourself to look the poor girl in the eye as you both leave.

Legend subtly looks around for anyone who might still looking for you even you both leave and you both calmly leave the stairwell and the maid and begin to make your way out of the castle.

You hand finds its way to your mouth, the phantom touch of his lips on yours still tingling in the present moment because of it.

“I’m sorry.” Legend blurts in the quiet moment, his face a deep red as he looks down. “I panicked... but that doesn’t make that ok. It was the heat of the moment but... I probably could have found another solution or maybe we could have just ran.”

You bite your lip and hold your hands behind your back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I just assaulted you-”

“You’re a good kisser-”

You both stop in your tracks and stare at each other wide eyed.

“What did you just say?” You speak at the same time.

You gulp and shake your head. ”I didn’t think you... If I didn’t want you to...Um...” You look away first and try to hide behind your hair. “I wanted to kiss you all night, so.... I’m not complaining.” 

“You- you did?”

You blush deeper and try to walk away from him as you talk, as if that would negate how he would still be able to hear you even now that you’re both outside. “For awhile now actually, but.... uh... you look very handsome like that, so the urge was stronger than usual.”

Legend doesn’t say anything for a while but you keep walking, trying to get away from the awkwardness Your friendship is going to change after this night and you can feel it. You just don’t want to acknowledge it.

It was a good kiss.

Footsteps begin thundering behind you and you turn around to see what’s got Legend in a panic before he tackles you to the ground- ruining your party clothes in the dirt before trapping your lips against his again.

He lifts himself off of you as he pants. “You can’t just say that and then leave.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“You look gorgeous tonight, it was so hard to control myself.”  He kisses you again.

You blink and stare into his eyes when he lifts himself off of you for the second time, letting a moment of silence over you before you take a breath. “Kiss me again.”

He grins and leans down.

If this is the change to your relationship, let it be known that you’re certainly not complaining.

Time

You sigh and watch the sun set just beyond the mountains in the west.

Every bone in your body felt tired and sore and there was nothing else that you wanted to do. You thought that one more person wanted to talk to you today you were going to lose it.

Time comes to sit next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He leans over to look in your eyes before he nods to himself and shifts his weight so that he sits with his front to your side.

Gently he coaxes you to move around also and you follow his lead without much question.

As soon as you’re with your back to him, his hands comes to rest on your shoulder and begin to knead.

You almost groan with the immediate pleasure and relief it brings you but the others are still nearby and you don’t want to give them any ideas.

You have no idea how he does it but Link always seem to know what you need without you saying anything and even before you even know. 

You sigh and try to relax even further under his touch.

Time continues with his massage and travels all over your shoulders, upper back and neck.

Your eyes close and you lean back after a few minutes of this, right into Time’s lap. “Thank you.” You say and smile more genuinely toward him. “You didn’t have to but I feel better now.” 

“Good.” He says and plays with the hair that falls over his leg. “You looked tense.”

“Everything was sore and not happy with me.” You blinked your eyes open and look up into his. “That felt nice.”

“Well you’re welcome.” He smiles back.

You grin and sit up again much to the protest of the rest of your muscles. With a small shimmy, you turn around and hop up to place a little kiss on Time’s cheek before you lose your nerve. “Payment.”

You don’t know where your boldness comes from but you’re not so shameless as to kiss Time fully while the whole group is very much nearby.

Time stills completely before he stands up after you.

You attempt to walk away and go back to the group before he can say anything but he catches your hand and pulls you back with a spin, trapping you with an arm behind your back and your chest against his.

You blush at the close proximity and try to pull away. “Time, the boys-”

Time lets go of the hand behind your back to free that up but he instead rests his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. “What about them? I believe that if that was the payment that you’re a little short on the change.”

He’s smirking when he says this. 

He leans down and brushes his nose against yours. “If you’re ok with it that is.”

You gulp and stare at him wide eyed. You bite your lip in thought and you can see Time glance down at the subtle movement.

You grin and push yourself into him, closing the distance between you two with more vigor than either of you expected. The force pushes Time back a step and you throw your arms around him to stabilize yourself. 

He kisses you back with as much passion as you want to believe he’s been holding back. You start to crumble from under him and he follows you down when your knees fail you, bending over to keep kissing you, to kiss you deeper and to pull you closer even if you’re bent in half at this point.

You don’t care. 

Together, you lose yourselves in each other and try to memories each factor of him.

The broadness of his chest, the way his toned arms hold you, the way his lips move against you and your skin and how he moves from your lips to your neck-

“Oh for crying out loud-  GET A ROOM!” Legend yells from across the camp and you pull away from time in shock.

Time calmly looks over and pulls you back on to your feet again. “Do you see one?”

“Time.” You whisper yell and smack his arm a little, your blush on your face clear as day even as the sun sets beyond the horizon.

He smirks and turns back to you, capturing one more kiss from you before he steps away with a low and frankly dangerous kind of chuckle. “Later.”

“Later?” You looks after him and cover you lips with your finger tips. “What do you mean by later?”

Time doesn’t turn around to answer you ad you don’t know if you’re excited for it or too embarrassed at the blatant wanton behavior of yours to even think beyond anything than going to bed and starting the next day.

Who are you kidding?

How are you going to sleep when time has frankly put your mind on over drive that that?

It’s going to be a long night.

Part 3

[bookwormscififan]

The Crimson Files, Chapter 5

Taglist: @brokentimewatch

A/N: This one is a sort of mellow chapter, but action will happen soon.

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

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Chase woke up the following morning in a momentary state of panic. His sleep-addled brain had forgotten the events of the previous night, and waking up in an unfamiliar room caused him to immediately reach for the dagger beneath his pillow.

As he grew more awake, he remembered Robert’s letter, and his grip loosened. He sighed as he realised that Jameson hadn’t come in the middle of the night to drain him of his blood, and sat up in the bed, taking a moment to look around him at the room brightened by morning sunshine.

The room was large; his entire house could probably fit inside it with space to spare. The floors were lined with plush burgundy carpets, adorned with grand rugs displaying intricate patterns. Along the wine-coloured walls hung tapestries of various stories, with an occasional landscape painting hung between. As well as the dresser, Chase now saw that a day bed was placed in front of the window, set at a prime angle for an afternoon nap if one so desired.

Chase climbed out of the bed, reaching into his bag to fish out a new set of clothing, pausing as he noticed a ceramic bowl and steaming pitcher of water atop the dresser, plush maroon towel placed beside it. Someone had been in the room while Chase was sleeping, and he felt for his amulet as he realised the fact.

Finding his amulet still in place around his neck, Chase resumed his retrieval of clothes and headed toward the dresser, deciding to make use of the fresh warm water instead of wasting it. He washed and dressed, running his fingers through his hair to tame it before removing his amulet, shoving it beneath a set of shirts in his bag before heading out the door in search of breakfast.

“Mr. Jackson is resting this morning, sir,” the doorman greeted as Chase wandered into the dining room, “I have prepared a meal for you, then you may attend to your own matters until Mr. Jackson awakens.” Chase nodded at the doorman, taking a seat at the table and lifting his cutlery. He paused before starting his meal, turning to the doorman.

“Do you have a name?” The doorman tilted his head before answering, response slow and cautious.

“You may call me Adam,” he replied, bowing his head before stepping back to allow Chase to eat. Chase nodded once more, then looked at his plate and began to eat, lifting each mouthful to his nose to check for poison before ingesting it.

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“Mr. Jackson, good day, sir,” Adam greeted, bowing respectfully as Jameson descended the stairs that evening.

“Good day, Adam. Any news today?” he responded, tugging at his waistcoat as he waited for his butler to answer.

“Mr. Flynn is arriving at suppertime tonight, sir,” Adam replied, “And Mr. Brody is in the library.” Jameson turned his head slightly to look at Adam on the final statement, then shrugged his shoulders and began to walk.

“Prepare Shawn’s quarters for a few nights’ stay. I shall go see Mr. Brody.”

“Charles, I see you’re still here,” Jameson commented as he entered the library, watching Chase jump, almost dropping the small hardcover book he held in his hands.

“Well, yes, I figured I would at least stay to thank you for your gracious hospitality,” Chase responded, closing his book and standing to return it to the shelf, “You also never told me where Robert went after visiting you.” Jameson raised his eyebrows, feigning confusion as he stepped forward to sit down, crossing an ankle over his knee.

“I didn’t? It must have slipped my mind,” he laughed, adjusting his waistcoat, “Of course, you can’t leave without knowing where your friend went.” You also cannot leave as I need a gift for Shawn, he added in his head, looking at Chase with considering eyes.

“Yes, if you could tell me where Robert was headed after visiting you, that would be much appreciated,” Chase stated, returning the book and sitting down. “I will be out of your way once I know.”

Jameson paused, considering Chase’s statement. The main reason the mortal had even knocked the door of the castle was to find Robert, that was true. It was difficult to keep up the façade of simply being a human, and Jameson had a feeling he knew what Chase would do upon discovering the truth of Robert’s whereabouts. He did, however, want to keep the mortal in the castle as both a gift for Shawn, but also because his blood smelled intoxicatingly sweet, and the vampire wanted a taste.

He decided a hospitable response would be the best approach, and leaned back leisurely in his seat, regarding Chase with calm eyes.

“Your friend,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “Left briefly to find some more places for you, but assured me he would return to meet with you in a days’ time.” He watched as Chase bit his lip, eyes focusing on the point where tooth met skin, waiting to see the tooth break the skin, to see a single bead of blood, before Chase opened his mouth and Jameson dragged his eyes back up to meet his guest’s.

“If that is true,” Chase began, “Then you wouldn’t mind me waiting here for him? I won’t get in your way at all, I’ll stay in my room until Robert returns.” Jameson raised his eyebrows, barely suppressing the scoff at Chase’s response. Smoothing his face back into a casual expression, he leaned forward.

“I shall have Adam escort you back to your room, then,” he replied, “I will call on you when Robert arrives.”

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. V)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 3.5K+

A/N: LMAO I got confused with latin numbers while editing the last chapter and I put 9 instead of 4, SORRY!! Therefore this is the fifht chapter. Thank you for still reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

When I wake up, Louisa is already up, sitting in the kitchen with her eyes focused on a lesson. We both have finals today, and to say we’re stressed wouldn’t do it justice. She raises her head towards me and smiles to me, and then puts her attention back on her paper. I’m not really hungry but I force myself to eat something with my coffee, so I don’t pass out during the final. Louisa goes to the bathroom to get dressed up, and she comes back when I’m done eating and reading today’s news. She walks to the entrance to leave but I call her back.

“Lou’, wait!”

I gesture her to come back in the living room.

“You’re gonna nail it, okay? You’re the smartest girl I know, and you will succeed. I have the utmost faith in you. Okay?”

She hugs me tight and I think for a second that she’s gonna start crying.

“Thanks, honey. You’re gonna nail it too, I’m sure.”

We separate, and she leaves. I quickly get ready, and then leave too. The finals take place in a college for obvious reasons, but since I never went to it – and knowing me – it’s very possible for me to get lost. I leave early to arrive early. We never know.  After thirty-five minutes, I get in a parking lot and I see a building with a lot of windows. I check the time, and see that I’m thirty minutes early, and also see that I’ve got a message from my maternal grandmother, Marguerite.

“Hello sweetie, I hope you’re well. I wish you good luck for your finals, I’m sure you will do well. Love you.”

Her message really touches me. My grandma and I have always been close, and I would always go on vacation to her place in Nice, in the South, during summer break when my mother wanted to basically get rid of me. Not a word from my parents nor my brother, but I expected it. My mother must think I’ll fail – that’s if she even knows my finals are today – and my father would be able to tell which course I took. As for Noah, I can’t recall the last time he said a nice thing to me. My level of stress raises up, if it’s possible, and I take the time I have left to study one last time. I send a last message of encouragement to Louisa, answers my grandma, and then it’s time to go. I enter the college’s courtyard and follow the signs that indicate where I’m supposed to go. People around me seem rather calm – how? – even though I see some worried faces. The subjects are given I pray the God of Studies that it doesn’t go too bad for me. After making a draft, I write my essay, and I’m surprised to see that I have finished fifteen minutes early. I put my work on the wooden desk like the others and leave the room, which leads outside. It feels good to have some fresh air. I search for my phone in my bag when I feel a small paper touch my fingers. I take it out and observe the number and the letter – a simple “A.” – written on it for a while, and then I do something I never thought I’d do.

“Hi, it’s Gabrielle, I hope you’re good – and that you still remember me. We could decide on a day to see each other if you’d like?”

I send the message, praying not to look like an idiot. I stay here thinking about a potential answer when I notice some students walking to another room. I check the time and see that it’s already time to go. I’ve never been good in Linguistic class – heaven knows I tried to study it hard to get better – and I have to stop myself from laughing when I see the questions of the finals. I do my best to focus but having the face of a certain football player on my mind instead of my classes doesn’t not freaking help. I let out a sigh, and when I raise my head up to drink some water, seeing the other student write long answers makes me want to scream. After an hour, I finally give up and give back my final. I quickly walk to the door, and I barely have a foot out of the room that my phone is already in my hand. I hesitate to look at it to see if he has answered and look at the black screen for a moment. Oh, screw it. I turn it on and see I’ve got two messages. The first one is from my mother, who orders me to come work this week-end. The second is from the contact I saved right before the final.

“It would be my pleasure, just tell me which me days suits you :) ."

“IP.S: I don’t know how I could forget about you.”

I jump around and let out a small scream of joy without realizing it and I look around to make sure nobody saw me. That’s the kind of behavior my mother hates. I get a message from Louisa telling me she’s waiting for me in front the college’s main entrance, and I walk to her. I see her from afar.

“Oh my God, Gaby, it was hell!” she exclaims. “I don’t even know how that teacher could think of that kind of questions, he really is a- What is that smile for? No, wait, don’t tell me,” she says before I can answer, “We’ll find a place to eat, you’ll tell me there.

“Alright.”

We easily find a little place to eat, we order and Louisa leans towards me with a curious look in her eyes.

“So, what caused that idiotic smile on your face?” she asks.

Without a word, I take out my phone and put it in front of her. She looks at it, frowning, and then looks back at me, shocked.

“No way!”

“I know.”

“You finally decided to move that ass,” she says with a satisfied smile. “How come?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I found his number in my bag, and send him a message without thinking.”

“You were right to do so. What are you waiting for? Answer him!”

I answer Antoine that I’m free on Thursday night – since I don’t have any final on Friday, a true miracle – if it works for him too. The waiter gives us our orders when I get a message from Antoine. Hell, do this boy ever work? He says that Thursday is “perfect” and that he can’t wait. I show it to Louisa, who does a little dance of joy and excitement.

“He’s so into you,” she says. “And if you tell me he’s just being polite, I swear I’ll stab you right here right now.”

We laugh and then Louisa suddenly gives me a serious look.

“You’ve got a date.

“I’ve got a date.” I repeat, looking at nothing in particular.

I’ve got a date.

*-*

“How did it go?” Louisa asks the moment I get home from work.

I take off my shoes and my jacket.

“Not too bad,” I say, joining her in the living-room.

It’s a lie. My last final of the year did not exactly go as planned, mostly because my brain was actually thinking about a certain tricker with blue eyes – and the date night ahead of us – instead of thinking about the paper in front of me. As for Louisa, she has had her last final the day before, and was now spending her free time making me try different outfits for my future date, but I didn’t like any of them so far – and neither did Louisa. I should feel relieved that my finals are over, but the stress of the exams switched into stress about my date. One could wonder if I’ll be one day in peace.

I sit on the sofa besides Louisa and we talk while watching something a bit idiotic on TV. She tells me she already has started to search for a job this summer – maybe even longer than that, because even if her parents pay most of her expenses, she’d like to be independent – just like I do. I promise her to talk about it to my mother tomorrow, maybe the company is looking for interns. She thanks me, and then proposes we go on vacation, either in the South of France – where my grandmother lives – or even in another country.

“It seems like a good idea to me,” she says. “But we’ll have to look the date of the Word Cup Final, if the Bleus go so far into the competition,” she ads in a teasing tone.

“You mean if-”

“If you and Griezmann start a great love story, yes,” she laughs.

I roll my eyes and decide to back to the vacation topic. Louisa doesn’t know that Antoine and I have been talking via messages basically every day since I send him that message and have been calling each other several times. And what she also doesn’t know is that after only a few days, I feel like I’ve known Antoine since, like, years.

“I’m gonna have to ask my mother,” I say. “But we know how she is.”

My mother rules almost everything that happen inside the company, including the employees’ vacation – and even the things that she doesn’t decide must be approved by her before putting in place. When we see the list of the things that depends on her, you could wonder how could my father and my brother be possibly useful.

“Since you work there, you’ve taken vacation once. You deserve to get some rest.”

“Well, let’s hope my mother agrees with you. I already ask her for some days off for the exams, I doubt she’ll accept to give me a vacation.”

The moment where I think it’s a lost cause, I get a message from Antoine asking me how did my final go.

*-*

When I leave to work the day after, Louisa is still sleeping. I’m afraid I’ll arrive late because of traffic – which would take away the already slim chances I have for my mother to give me some vacation – but it would seem that miracles happen, because I manage to arrive in time. I pass the front door and walk to the reception secretary.

“Good morning, Miss Gabrielle, she says. “It’s good to see you here.”

“Happy to be here,” I answer. “Is my mother here?”

“Yes,”

“Do you mind calling her to ask her if I can meet her in her office?” I ask. “I need to talk to her.”

It’s better to use the “official way” and arrive with a head down than to just go for it.

“Of course. Is it urgent?”

“No,” I say, “but I’d like for this to be settled quickly.”

“Your mother has an appointment right now but as soon as it’s over I’ll call her and I’ll let you know what she said.”

“Thanks a lot.”

I’m heading for the fourth floor, thinking that my mother will probably refuse to see me and tell me to ask for what I want via her assistant. I say “hi” to my coworkers, who ask how the finals went, and when I come near my desk I see a little note telling me I’m in charge of organizing the next gala, and that I got an email will the information I might need. Oh, kill me. But weirdly, the note is not from my mother or even my father, but from my brother. I let out a sigh and decide to start working on it immediately. The sooner it’s done the better. I quickly answer a text from Antoine and sit behind my desk. Like last time, I decide from an appropriate – and cheap, obviously – place for the gala – and then pick a caterer. I start to write the invites for guests I haven’t picked yet – and by “I” I mean “my mother” – when I receive a call from the reception secretary, who tells me I can go see my mother anytime I like. Well, that’s a first. I thank her and use the elevator to go on the last floor of the building. Walking near my brother’s office, I hear giggles behind the door, which opens at the moment I walk pass it. My brother appears, a blonde girl – another one – following him closely. They are both wearing a jacket and she has her purse. Apparently they’re planning on going for a walk.

“Oh, hey there,” my brother says, giving me a big smile.

Is he high or something?

He walks in my direction and his new girlfriend smiles at me too.

“What’s up?” my brother asks. “That’s my little sister,” he adds to the blonde.

“Oh, nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I say politely.

“What brings you on this floor?” he asks me. “It’s rare to see here.”

“I have to ask our mother for something,” I say, a bit in a defensive spirit.

“I’ll wait for you outside, Noah,” the young woman tells him. “It was nice to meet you.”

Another girl who won’t know that my brother will have a new girl in his bed in three days.

“Do our parents know you’re brining girls here?” I ask once the girl got in the elevator.

I include our father in my question, as he already scolded Noah for having one of his dates come here when he was supposed to be working. It was one of the rare times where I saw my father disagree with my mother with it came to Noah. My brother put his hand on his neck, feeling a bit awkward.

“Hum, nah, not really. But since you’re in charge of the next gala, I don’t think my presence here is necessary. You did a good job last time, there’s no reason why it should be different this time.”

I think that’s the first compliment I’ve heard from him in at least five years. I’m so taken back that I don’t know what to say.

“Well, I shouldn’t make Lea wait. See ya, sis.”

He gives me a shy smile and heads for the elevator. What do I do now? Watching him leave, I wonder if he expects me not to tell our parents about his little evasion – if we consider they would scold him if they knew. A bit confused, I walk to my mother’s office, where her assistant let my mother know I’m here.

“You can come in.”

I push the door and I’m surprised to see that my mother isn’t alone. Sat behind her desk, she’s turned towards my father, standing on her left, his hands on the desk.

“Hello, Gabrielle,” my father tells me with a small smile. “You look great.”

I nod, and my mother barely looks at me.

“What is it now?” she asks, finally looking at me.

“I’d like to talk about my vacation,” I say, trying to ignore the self-confidence leaving my body.

My mother remains silent and raise an eyebrow to tell me to continue.

“Well, I’d like for us to determine when I can have them.”

“No problem,” my father says. “How many weeks?”

I’ll admit I didn’t think of that one. Louisa and I talked about destinations, not how much time we would spend away.

“I don’t know,” I admit, a bit embarrassed. “A week or two, I guess.”

My father turns to my mother.

“After the next gala, we won’t held one until the end of July or even the beginning of August. You can have three weeks, or a month if you want.” he adds for me.

“I was planning on holding one in the middle of July, actually”, my mother retorts.

“You can still do it,” my father answers softly, not at all impressed. “But the little one deserves a vacation.”

That what my father always called me, for as long as I can remember. The little one.

“And you owe a vacation to me,” I add to my mother. “It’s the law.”

My mother gives me a cold look before sighing.

“Fine. The gala is next week, you can go on vacation after.”

“Alright.”

It gives Louisa and I some time to decide where we’re gonna go, even though I know she’ll hold a little campaign for us to go to Russia if – if – it somehow works between me and Antoine.

“Anything else?” my mother asks, already eager for me to leave.

“Are we looking for interns or something like that? Louisa would like to have a job this summer. After our vacation, I guess.”

This time, my mom doesn’t seem to protest.

“I’ll contact her.”

“Thanks. Well, hum, bye.”

“I’m gonna go too, I have work to do.” my father says. “See you tonight, Anita.”

He opens the door for me and we both leave my mother’s office.

“So, how is college going?” my father asks, almost as awkward as usual.

“My finals are done.”

“There is no reason why you shouldn’t succeed.”

Then why did you ignore me my whole life? He heads for his office, on the other side of the corridor, and I go for the elevator. He waves at me and the elevator’s door close.

Once my day is done, I come home to announce to Louisa that not only my mother will hire her but that we’re going on vacation. These good news make her smile after the apparently chaotic moment she spent with her parents. We sit on the sofa and she tells me what happened.

“I thought my parents were gonna make an effort,” she says, and I can tell she’s very sad and disappointed. “That’s why I accepted to have lunch at their house when they said Tatiana would be there too.”

Louisa’s family – her parents in particular – are very conservative and very religious. It had never been a problem – they’ve been nice to me and they are generally generous – until the day Tatiana came out as gay. She was nineteen, Louisa was seventeen. They threw Tatiana out and Louisa never forgave them. And their parents, who had never showed any favoritism toward any of their daughter immediately started to spoil Louisa and started to want to be much closer to her. They even were way warmer than usual towards me, as if they wanted me – and Louisa agrees on this – to take Tatiana’s place. I’ve always felt sad for her, no one deserves to be treated this way by their family. We took her in until she was ready to live alone, but I know it was hard for her too. Thankfully she’s better now.

“At the beginning it was rather good,” Louisa says. “Even though my parents would always give her mean remarks and I was given a hundred compliments per minute. But at one point Tatiana said she hadn’t come alone, and I saw in my parents’ eyes that they hoped it was a man. But when Lyse arrived, my parents got angry as usual and almost insulted Tatiana.”

My heart breaks for Tatiana. She probably had hope that her parents were finally accepting her as they should, only to get rejected again.

“I got mad and the three of us left. I even think I broke a glass when leaving, whatever. Lyse is so cool, and my sister deserves to be happy.”

“Of course,” I say in a voice I hope is comforting. “She must know that she’s not the one that needs to change. And if your parents don’t want to change, well, too bad for them. Sometimes you have to detach yourself from family. Neither you nor her need them. If your parents can realize they have badass daughters, screw them.”

She smiles at me, and I propose to have Tatiana and her girlfriend come diner soon.

*-*

We invite Tatiana and Lyse on Wednesday night, and it goes so well that I almost forget about the stress of my date the day after. I don’t sleep well that night – like every time I stress – and have such awful nightmares that I screamed in my sleep and Louisa had to wake me up. I only work the morning and I thank heaven for that, as it will allow me to take a nap and get some sleep back in order not to look like a zombie for my date with Antoine. Heck, it’s the first time I care that much about my looks. The morning goes fast, too fast, and I think several times that I’m more stressful about that date that I’m excited. And even though I love Louisa, her teasing does not help. Antoine sends me a message so we can decide on the place and the time, and he immediately accept the hour I propose – homeboy isn’t difficult – adding he can’t wait to see me. To say I’m not looking forward to it as well would be a lie, but to say I’m more stressful about this date with Antoine Griezmann than I’ve ever been in my entire life, that’s the real truth.

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can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

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