#<- hungry until i’m lightheaded sometimes)

[aikaterini-drag]

The Sweetest Surprise PART 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rafe returns from work and you have a sweet surprise for him.

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+, lots of fluff and sweet moments, pregnancy announcement, shameless smut. Enjoy!!

This is belongs to the ‘Loving You Series’. Find it here.

At first you thought the tiredness and anxiety were due to the wedding preparations and your busy schedule at the museum. With only five months until your wedding to Rafe, the things you had to do daily were overwhelming. The only thing that made you calm down was Rafe.

But for the past ten days, you’d felt more unwell than usual. Sometimes you were lightheaded, and some scents seemed to turn your stomach. Just that morning, the nausea was so bad you had to leave work early. You went straight to the pharmacy, bought a dozen pregnancy tests and rushed home.

A while later, you were pacing back and forth, your heart pounding as you stared at the two lines on the pregnancy stick. Positive. The moment had finally arrived. You and Rafe had done it. You were pregnant! Joy and a little anxiety bubbled within you as you thought about how to tell him. He wanted a baby just as much as you, and you wanted the reveal to be perfect.

After a lot of pondering, you decided to surprise him that evening once he came back home from the company. Getting busy, you cooked his favorite meal, set the table and prepared for a cozy and intimate night in. By 8 pm, the table was ready, the delicious scent of homemade lasagna filling the air. You hid the neatly wrapped gift box into the a cabinet and fumbled with your hands, nervously waiting.

When you heard the door unlocking, you went to greet him, you whole being vibrating with excitement. Rafe closed the door, locked it, and opened his arms. You ran into his embrace, and he encased you protectively, lifting you off the ground for a few seconds. His natural scent teased your nose, dark and musky, it didn’t bother your sensitive stomach.

“Someone missed me more than usual,” he said before bending down to claim your lips.

“Hmm, missed you,��� you muttered in between wet kisses.

“Something smells amazing.”

“I made your favorite,” you replied as casually as possible. “Why don’t you wash up and join me? Dinner’s almost ready.”

You shifted away to check on the food but he grabbed your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You wore a flowery mini dress that hugged your breasts and showed off your collarbones. Rafe seemed highly affected by it. His hands traced your hips, waist and the outline of your breasts before stopping at your shoulders.

“You wore my favorite dress,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “You know what that does to me.”

“You will be a good boy and wait.”

“Babe.” His breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, “It’s hard enough for me to keep my hands off you, especially when you wear this dress.”

You flushed but managed to slip out of his hold, smiling playfully. “Dinner first. Pussy later.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through you. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“And don’t you love it,” you teased as you strolled back to the kitchen. Rafe followed after you, smacking your bum lightly before making his way to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, he was fresh out of the shower with his short hair still damp. He had changed into black trousers and a loose white shirt that he left partially unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of his sculpted chest. He sauntered over to you and hugged you from behind as you served the meal. You smiled and breathed in his clean masculine scent.

“Missed you, love.” He kissed the side of your neck. “I’m starving.”

“Everything’s ready.”

You sat down and enjoyed your dinner. Rafe talked about his day at work, then just watched you with a hungry look in his eyes. You ate a little, but with his probing, you finished your plate. He nursed a glass of wine—you had juice and that made him flinch for a moment.

“Something’s different today. What is it?” His eyes settled on you, warm and appraising.

You stiffened a little. He always read you like an open book. You smiled and decided it was the right time so you took out the gift box, setting it in front of him on the table.

“This is for you, baby. Open it,” you said, your heart racing.

Rafe stared at your with widened eyes. He muttered a husky “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is” while he untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. He exhaled in gratitude as he pulled out the pregnancy stick. He looked up at you, his eyes so full of love and adoration.

“Yes, yes yes!!” he shouted, jumping up from his chair so quickly that it fell over. He reached you in an instant, lifting you into his arms and squeezing you tightly.

You clutched him, tears of happiness in your eyes. “Yes, we’re going to have a baby.”

“Oh my God, baby, we’re having a baby!” He set you on your feet and kissed you deeply, tears of joy rolling down his eyes. You wiped them, but realized you were also crying, even harder than he.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, beautiful,” he said gently as he kissed your tears away. “Don’t cry, please I can’t take it.”

“Happy tears.” You sniffled, smiling through your tears. He kissed you softly, peppering touches until you’d stopped crying.

“We’re in this together, okay? You and me.” He framed your flushed face and kissed the top of your red nose. “No more crying, alright? I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your heart swelling with joy.

Kneeling, he lifted the hem of your dress and kissed your still-flat stomach tenderly. “My precious baby is carrying my baby.”

“I am,” you laughed, shivering at the feel of him against your skin.

He pressed his cheek to your soft belly. “Hey there, little one. I’m your daddy,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to meet you. Stay safe and help me take care of your mommy, hm?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, ready to cry again at the tenderness of the moment.

“Rafe, I’m so happy,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

He stood up and pulled you close, his eyes bright with mischief. “Not as much as I. I finally made it happen,” he said, a triumphant grin on his face. “I knocked you up.”

You laughed. “I never doubted you would. You’ve been so determined.”

He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and kissed your collarbones. “I can’t wait until you’re showing. I want everyone to see that bump and know you’re carrying my seed.”

“You’re impossibly obsessed.”

He nodded, unabashed. “I am. I’m a slut for you. And for your pussy, your breasts, and your pert little ass. Actually, I fucking worship all of you.”

His words awakened a warm flush through you. “I’ll have you know I’m just as crazy about you.”

He kissed the tops of your breasts, his hands roaming your body. “Well, I can say for sure I’m even crazier.”

“And excited,” you added, sliding your hand down the front of his pants. He was fully erect in your palm, his balls swollen.

“You always make me excited. Even when you’re not with me, just thinking about fucking you gets me hard. And now that you’re pregnant, I’m gonna be in a constant state of hardness for you.”

“Poor baby.” You gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, making him groan. “I can take care of it.”

Growling his approval, he unbuckled his belt and stripped down his trousers and boxers until they pooled at his ankles. You were planning to take him in your mouth, but he sat down and pulled you to straddle him, your legs on either side of his thighs.

“Not fair,“ you pouted, reaching down to pump his cock slowly, feeling the veiny skin against your palms. “I want to suck you.”

“I know, babe…hmmm,” he groaned as you rubbed his ballsack. “Later, perhaps. Now all I can think of is burying myself deep into your warm little cunt.”

You shook your head defiantly, deciding to keep jacking him and running your thumb over the trickle of pre-cum at the head.

“Naughty baby,” he grumbled as he let you have your way— for now —while he worked to remove your clothes. He slipped off your dress and growled at the sight of your tits. Plump and high, they looked delicious enough to eat and he did just that, putting his warm mouth around each rosy nipple. He cupped the underside of your smooth mounds and jutted them up toward his lips.

Choked moans left you as you wiggled shamelessly on his lap, begging him to keep going. Rafe whisked one nipple with his tongue, smiled, then moved to the other. Your hands pumped his shaft weakly, the stimulation was too much, and quickly got out of hand when you heard the sound of your underwear ripping.

“Rafe!” you meant to sound angry but a long moan escaped you when he cupped your pussy.

“What?” he asked sweetly.

“Nnnngh…” you could only whimper as his fingers rubbed your slit, slicking up his fingers in your abundant wetness.

“Such a good girl for me, dripping for me,” he praised, gently probing with two thick fingers. The digits entered you with great care, sliding deep and curving inside you.

“Yesssss,” you clutched his shoulders, realized he still wore his shirt so you impatiently tugged it off. Satisfied, you raked your fingers over his strong chest and broad shoulders.

Rafe fucked you with his fingers while his mouth feasted on your nipples, his wet tongue suckling and circling each tip. Your chest was rosy and marked with his touches and you arched frantically against him, your stomach quivering. Your release hit you so hard that you wanted to scream, but you bit your lips to keep the noise down.

Noticing, Rafe slapped your clit lightly. “Don’t you dare hide your moans from me. I want to hear you.”

You winced, trembling with aftershocks as he kept his fingers inside you and added the gentle pressure of his thumb against your clit. He went back down on your tits, licking the curve and around the flushed areolas.

“Please, fill me up,” you whined, panting heavily. “Inside, deep, come on!”

Smiling against your skin, he grabbed your hips and stood up with you in his arms. You locked your hands at his nape as he pushed you against the wall. You felt one hand cradling your back, protecting you from the hard surface, the other cupping your ass.

“Whatever my goddess wants, my goddess gets.”

You felt the blunt tip at the entrance of your pussy, slowly pressing into you, your walls stretching around the incredible thickness. Pleasurable chills travelled through your body and you wrapped your legs around him, moaning as you felt every inch of him invade you. Rafe lowered you down his cock, your pussy accepting him inside to the hilt.

He groaned and held himself still. “Fuck, your pussy is heaven.”

“More,” you clutched him for dear life needing him close. It was too much yet not enough.

“Easy.” His thick cock pulsed inside you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Rafe. I promise.”

“We have to be careful from now on,” he said casually as if he wasn’t buried balls-deep inside you. “First thing tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor. I want to make sure you and the baby have the best care.”

“Fine, daddy, now fuck me, please?” Your voice a was playful whisper.

His eyes darkened. “Want my dick so bad, baby?”

“Hmm… want this fucking big cock that knocked me up.”

And that did the trick. He fucked you with a passion that turned you into a sobbing, blubbering mess. His cock was drenched in your juices, both of you panting for air. Thrusting in and out of you steadily, you rocked with force and pulled his head for purchase. Your nipples rubbed against his chest, tits squeezed delightfully until he decided he wanted a view, so he leaned back and watched as your tits heaved with each thrust.

“Gonna…ngh... gonna—"

“Let go baby, I've got you," he drawled. “Cum, baby. Cum all over my dick.”

At his command, your pussy clenched, pleasure making you frantic. You wrapped yourself around him, your teeth grazing his collarbone as you rode your high. He kept fucking you through it and with a bellow, pushed as deep as he could go and let go, spurting thick white streaks inside you. You milked him dry, your breath rugged against his neck.

Several long minutes later, you felt him push from the wall and make his way to the bedroom.

“Rafe..." you muttered as he walked with his raging cock pulsing inside you. You clung to him, letting out a series of soft whimpers.

Rubbing your back comfortingly, he sat at the edge of the bed. "All good?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes, my love," you smiled, running your hand through his hair. “Want you to fuck me again.”

He chuckled darkly. “Such a filthy word from such a lovely mouth.”

“Want to suck you, too.” You smiled when his thumb trailed your lips and, eagerly, you took it in your mouth.

“Damn… I’m yours, baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“I’m at my happiest,” you grinned, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Not as happy as you’ve made me, baby. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, you rock my world.”

“And your cock.”

“And that.” He gave a shallow push to remind you that he was still deep inside you. “I’ll take care of you.”

You grinned. “Not if I take care of you first.”

Next part will be something fluffy that gives depth to their relationship. Stay tuned.

[nightghoul381]

Dark If ~ Jude Jazza

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

CW: Implied character death

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

I calmly pretended to be hiding in the castle and explained everything about the curse to my father.

However--.

King: “You’re sick and will die soon? There’s no way you can trust that!”

Kate: “You’d deny it without thinking… what will you do if it’s true?”

Kate: “Please, just once, please listen to what he has to say…”

King: “Poor thing… you must have been brainwashed by that wizard.”

Kate: “…That’s not true. He is certainly a person who doesn’t mind doing outrageous things…”

Kate: “But he is not so foolish as to lie and antagonize the military!”

King: “You are prohibited from leaving the room until the chaos has subsided. All right.”

Father didn’t believe my words and locked the room several times.

(I don’t know what to do…I have to somehow get out of this room and find the spinning wheel.)

I try to escape, but even the windows have been covered with iron bars, making it more difficult to escape.

(What should I do… What should I do… If it stays like this, I’ll--)

(I’ll lose my life, leaving Jude behind trying to fulfill his promise.)

Kate: “I won’t let that happen…”

I started banging on the door of my room as hard as I could.

Jude the Wizard: “…Weren’t you going to escort us to the castle? It looks like we’re heading in the exact opposite direction.”

Soldier: “You did not respond to repeated questions and assaulted several messengers,”

Soldier: “His Majesty the King is well aware that you sometimes went so far as to kill people.”

Jude the Wizard: “Absentmindedly.”

Soldier: “This time, the command was to recapture Princess Kate, and—”

Soldier: “He told me to kill you if I had the chance.”

Jude the Wizard: “Heh, if you think you can kill someone like me, I’m sorry.”

Soldier: “We will not give up.”

Soldier: “For you—suicide with this horse drawn carriage!”

The soldiers kicked open the carriage door and suddenly jumped into the darkness.

Jude the Wizard: “Tch, these guys are idiots…!” 4426

Jude the Wizard: “Your tactics are stupid, the king isn’t that different from me…!”

The carriage careened off the cliff at breakneck speed—,

It fell straight into the darkness.

My hand, which kept banging on the door, felt like it was throbbing to the bone.

My skin was torn and bleeding, but there was no sign that my room would be unlocked.

(Jude, I wonder if he’s okay…maybe he’s locked up in the castle’s prison by now.)

(…He was injured, is he okay?)

“Since wizards can easily plot to overthrow the country,”

“Those who refuse to serve in the national army are often imprisoned or killed.”—

A passage I read in a book flashes through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.

(No, don’t get too worked up. I’m sure Jude will be fine.)

(I have to escape from here and find the spinning wheel before I collapse from illness.)

And with that I will fall into a 100-year sleep.

In the meantime, I have faith that Jude will find a cure to my illness.

Actually, before I go to sleep, I want to talk about the promise I’d just made with Jude from the past.

I want to hear how Jude has lived his life since then.

Why would he do all this for me?

(But—All of that and this)

(It shouldn’t be too late even after the promise is fulfilled.)

(…That’s right, Jude.)

Low-voiced guard: “Ah… I’m hungry.”

High-pitched voiced guard: “Hold on a little longer, they’ll be taking over soon.”

(…I’ve been quite for a while, so the guards must think I’ve given up and let their guard down.)

Kate: “Um… I won’t be wild any more, please go ahead and eat.”

Low-voiced guard: “No, no, Miss Kate… Not even if you say so.”

Kate: “Aren’t you tired from the night shift? If you’d like, I’ll let the next shift know where you’re at.”

High-pitched voiced guard: “No, Actually…you’re right, I am feeling lightheaded.”

Kate: “If you collapse at a critical moment, you won’t be able to protect me when that evil wizard comes, right?”

Low voiced guard: “O-oh… that’s true…”

Kate: “Please, it would be reassuring to me.”

After a while, I heard the sound of the guards going down the stairs to eat.

(…Okay)

Taking that opportunity, I push the back of the chair into the gap under the door and use the principle of leverage to remove the hinge.

(I know this confinement room is dilapidated.)

(For a long time, I’ve been confined as a punishment by my overprotective father.)

I heard the sound of the lock breaking under the weight of the door falling inward.

Kate: “The problem is how to find the spinning wheel from here…”

Kate: “I have to do something. For the sake of Jude to be able to fulfill his promise.”

Kate: “In order not to die in a place like this…”

I clenched my fists and took a step, and at that moment--,

My vision became distorted.

(Ah, is this…?)

My legs lose strength and I feel like I’m about to fall.

(No, if I fall down the stairs,)

(Finding the spinning wheel… I won’t be able to--)

Jude the Wizard: “---Hey! Shit…”

Someone caught my body as I collapsed, and I did my best to lift my heavy eyelids, which were about to fall.

(…? Jude…?)

Jude was there in my distorted vision.

Kate: “Did you come to get me?...How…”

Jude the Wizard: “Shut up. If you die here, I’ll kill your damn father and all his servants.” 4479

Jude had an unusually anxious look on his face, and it made my heart hurt.

(It’s my fault that he’s making this face.)

The man who had been holed up in his study alone in that castle,

I was also making him run into such danger that he would come back bleeding in the middle of the night.

Kate: “…Why are you so desperate?”

Kate: “I only helped you once, by chance, but for me…”

Jude the Wizard: “I’ll tell you about it in 100 years.”

I saw Jude take out something sharp.

It must be the spinning wheel needle I was looking for.

(But… It seems like it might be a little late.)

The clock’s hands must have already passed twelve o’clock.

Kate: “Jude, I –I met the old you.”

Jude the Wizard: “Don’t talk, just sleep now—”

Kate: “I bound you to a promise… it was me… I’m sorry.”

Jude: “…I don’t care about that.”

“Thank you for trying to help.”

I don’t know whether my words were voiced or not.

Without even feeling the pain of the spinning wheel’s needle, my consciousness was swallowed up by darkness—

Suddenly—I realized I was back in the bookstore in London.

Kate: “Ah…wha…?”

Bookstore manager: “Ah, that’s good… did you notice?”

The store manager wearing glasses was staring at me as I lay on the floor.

Bookstore manager: “I was surprised. When I went to work to open the store, I found you collapsed.”

Bookstore manager: “Are you okay…?”

Kate: “…Y-yes… I’m okay…”

What was I doing until now--?

(Right, I’d come to this bookstore to make a delivery last night…)

Kate: “This is a delivery for the store manager.”

Bookstore manager: “Aah, thank you… but, you.”

Bookstore manager: “Why are you crying…?”

Kate: “Eh…?”

When I touch my cheek, warm drops wet my fingertips.

The moment I realized this, sadness welled up in my throat like a bubbling spring.

Kate: “Huh… w-what… what happened to me…?”

It’s like I’ve forgotten an important promise.

Like I’ll never be able to meet the person I care about again—such indescribable sadness and loneliness flooded my heart,

Becoming endless tears.

“Even if I die, I won’t break my promise.”

Kate: “I’m sorry…”

Kate: “The promise… I broke it.”

Kate: “I’m sorry…”

I was sad from the bottom of my heart that I couldn’t make those words come true, even though I couldn’t remember whose voice it was,

I cried aloud until my tears ran dry.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

[cobble-stone]

hey outta curiosity what’re y’all’s favorite healthy-ish but low effort to make foods. i’ve been tryna eat better but it’s kinda hard due to the ‘tism

[pondering-and-wondering]

You come back from a blood draw, feeling a little woozy and Ned already has your favorite pie waiting for you 🥰🥰🥰 ~ Britt

THIS IS SO CUTE slight TW for mentions of blood being drawn and doctors visits  @dreaminrubies

 You had insisted that Ned stay at The Pie Hole while you went to your appointment. He tended to come with you for your appointments. As a chronic worrier, or as he would say “plagued with troubling thoughts,” he made it a point to always come with you. Whether it was to support you or to soothe his own toiling mind you honestly didn't know. 

However, this time you decided to go alone. Maybe it was because some of you felt guilty about dragging him along, having to pause his baking and just sit there. Not that you didn't appreciate him, you knew everything he did was out of a place of kindness, but a healthy amount of space wouldn’t hurt.

You hadn't realized until the appointment that you had to have blood drawn. It wasn’t anything you weren't used to, but you really wished you had eaten a bit more. By the time you had made your way back to The Pie Hole, you were feeling queasy and lightheaded. All you could think about was slumping in your favorite booth and waiting for a fresh piece of pie. 

As you entered the establishment, decorated with the crust of the baked goods, you took a deep breath. The scents of the buttery crust mixed with the tart fruits filled your heart to a point where you almost forgot how hungry you were. The smell of pies wasn't just delicious, it was home.

  “How’d it go? I suppose not very different from other times though if it was I’d like to know” offered Ned, approaching you with his shoulders hunched and hands held behind his back. 

“Well enough, got some blood work this time but no big discoveries… thankfully.” You gave him a small shrug and a tiny smile, one of those smiles that just barely tugged at your lips. Ned stared at your face, trying to find a trace of something more. Perhaps it was his work with Cod, he was better at reading people than he was when you first met.

“I don't recall you eating before you left, did you eat? Is that why you look more tired than usual? Please sit” said Ned in a worried tone. His hands gently placed themselves on the small of your back as he ushered you over to one of the free booths. You let out a small huff, though a quaint smile never left your lips. He was such a worry-wart sometimes.

“I’m okay,  promise. All I need is-” you started before a piece of pie was presented in front of you as you sat. It didn’t take you too long to realize from the scent wafting in your space to realize that it was your favorite. Your favorite a la mode too.

“If I wasn't going to be with you at the doctor’s I knew I couldn't let you forget that I was still here and thinking about you. As foolish it may sound, you were only gone an hour or two” Ned began to ramble. As he did so you scooped up a piece on your fork, ensuring a dollop of ice cream was on it as well. As soon as the pastry hit your mouth you couldn't help but interrupt Ned’s rambling with a satisfied hum.

“Ned, of course, I would never forget how much you care, never ever. Plus this is not only my favorite but the best pie I've ever had. Thank you for always taking care of me… I love you” you said to him softly, looking up to meet his gaze.

Ned paused and blushed deeply, he always had a habit of making himself look so small. “I love you too, and I would do it any time any day no matter what.”

With that, you leaned over in the booth to give him a soft peck on the lips before finishing up in the not-so-silence of The Pie Hole, and it made you feel all better.

[aetheternity]

How they simp ft the Aot boys

This is both Aot universe and Modern universe. I’ll separate them accordingly. 

(The charismatic simp): Jean  

•Aot verse:

☆ He's gonna become your friend as soon as he realizes he has a crush on you and he'll do everything in his power to stay by your side when that happens.

☆ He'll slide into the first available seat next to you in the mess hall and bring extra bread so that he can slide it onto your plate if you're extra hungry.

☆ If you spend a lot of time in the library he'll find a book similar to whatever he'd seen you reading before. (Of course he has to ask Armin what kind of books would be similar to your current choice.)

☆ And once he knows your favorite genre he'll head to the library late at night and grab a couple from that genre. Bookmarking his favorite pages so he can talk to you about it and you'll think he's super smart. (He's definitely fallen asleep with many books on his lap, chest and head since he started crushing on you.)

☆ If you have a hobby that's more interactive like sewing or flower picking he'll offer to carry your little basket or wear the thing you're currently stitching up so you can work better.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing flowers in his hair by Eren. But it was because you'd smiled so fondly at him while sticking daisies in his brown hair. Giggling so cutely when they fell out. And he was gonna take that memory to his fucking grave regardless of what titan idiot had to say about it.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing a skirt that you were fixing for Historia. By both Connie and Levi.

☆ Levi who went pale in the face and looked as though he was secretly praying for his own demise to come soon as he slowly closed the door and walked away.

☆ And Connie who laughed so hard he choked on his own spit and had to be helped to the infirmary because he was now coughing every time he breathed. So Karma ig 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

☆ He just has to touch you..

☆ Oh God he wants to. He's gonna find a way. Whether it's a little shoulder nudge when you're complimented during meetings by higher ups. Or pats on your back.

☆ If you confide in him about your lack of confidence before a mission he's gonna sit with you and talk you through your feelings.

☆ He does this thing where he leans into you when talking. Rests his hand on your lower back as his breath touches your ear. Whispers sweet compliments into your ear because you need that shit.

☆ And it's good enough to make your toes curl.

☆ Guides you by the wrist through thick crowds so you don't get overwhelmed or lost and sometimes you expect it so you reach out for him and the two of you end up holding hands instead.

☆ He's become your little nurse. Like of course he's worried when you get hurt but there's also the opportunity to fix you up. So silver linings 🙄.

☆ If you're allergic to anything he doesn't have it in his first aid kit. Sometimes you'll get like the smallest little bruise on your knee of some shit. And it's not even from training, you just happened to trip while cleaning the stables and now: thumb sized bruise. But he's like "I don't care, sit so I can clean it."

☆ "It could get infected!" He'll try to convince you but like no, no it couldn't come on now it wasn't even really bloody..

☆ If you just so happen to have extra chores he'll go out and bring you some water then offer to help. Or he'll just ask Levi if he can go help you.

☆ "Those boxes could be heavy." He'll tell the Captain. "We don't need anyone getting unnecessarily injured before the next mission." And of course Levi knows what he's doing and sends him to go help because he honestly doesn't wanna listen to this anymore.

☆ If you have back problems or even if you don't he wants to carry your bag. No you don't get a say in it. But you can go ahead and argue with him if you want to.

• "I just think it looks too heavy."

• "Jean, I'm ok I promise."

• "Ok how about this? Let me hold it for a couple minutes then I'll give it right back."

☆ Yeeeaah. You're not getting your shit back. He's gonna walk you all the way to your designated location and then put the bag down where you need to be for that time period. Even if it completely inconveniences him.

☆ And he won't tell you that he had a meeting that he's now over 12 minutes late to. You don't need to know it'd just worry you for no reason.

☆ He has adapted some sort of like sixth sense when it comes to you. Like sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee and just so happens to walk past your bedroom door as you're reading a book on the floor or crying or something.

☆ And now he's sitting with you even though his organs are currently failing.

☆ He'll bring you a glass of water or tea or whatever you want. You want food? He'll find it. Want a book? He'll go get it.

☆ Sometimes he sits in bed with you and just lets you cuddle up to him or reads you a book as you lay on his chest listening to the unsteady beats of his heart. Unsteady cause ya know it's you laying on him. And yeah his face is becoming redder by the second but he can't stop staring at your sleeping face. Even if you snore louder than a titan stomping he doesn't give a single fuck.

☆ At some point everyone thinks you two are dating and they talk to you both as if this is the case but you're not! At least not until Jean finally explains that yes, he does have, "Feelings for you." Tells you exactly how long in fact because to him it's crucial.

☆ When he kisses you it's the type of kiss that makes you suck in air. He takes you by the shoulders, slowly looking for even the smallest bit of hesitation in your face and presses his lips to yours. When you pull away you're lightheaded, pupils blown as you look at him with stars in your eyes.

☆ "Oh.. wow." Is all you mutter.

☆ Good luck, you just fed his giant ego.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Jean is more shy and reserved. He'll definitely try to become your friend but he probably has a lot less opportunities to get you alone.

☆ If you both work at the same place you're probably both confined to your own spaces and if you both go to the same school you might have separate classes.

☆ So here's what he's doing: finding anyway, shape or form to invite you out.

☆ He got an extra ticket to a concert. He'll just not tell Connie and invite you to come with him. Because you know.. you deserve a break after work right? There's a new restaurant opening near him? Cool he's already on the phone telling you their entire menu. (He might have memorized it before calling but he won't tell you he's reading off the menu.)

☆ Sometimes he might go to your desk and leave you something sweet or cute. Like candy or little desk ornaments but he's always too shy to write a note that has his name at the bottom so he settles for staying anonymous. His heart immediately grows three sizes when he sees you playing with the desk ornament he left or eating the candy while typing away at the computer.

☆ He'll look out your favorite band so he can find out when they'll come to the city where you guys live and buy the tickets. Maybe he stays up all night, what does it matter sleep is for the weak.

☆ Or he'll find out your favorite restaurant and go there when he knows you might be going so he can just happen to run into you. No obviously it's not creepy. 😑

☆ If he can't seem to connect with you plan b is to pimp out Sasha. He just has to connect with you! So he'll get Sasha to find out any useful information on you and report back or he'll ask Sasha to become close with your best friends.

☆ If not Sasha then Connie 🤷‍♀️

☆ Once he gets useful information that's when he steps in. Oh you have a presentation for school to work on? He's at your door at 10pm with snacks (that he knows you love thanks to Sasha), energy drinks, and information on the topic you're working on.

☆ I'm talking he brought papers full of information in case you need to beef up your slides. He also brought his own laptop so he can search up any information that seems incorrect. He'll listen to you as you talk about your project and give you feedback on your performance.

☆ This might take all night but he can't help his desire to help you. And of course he's not gonna tell you if he has his own homework to work on.

• "You think it's good? Really?" You'll ask as you close your laptop for the night.

• "You're gonna get an A. Especially since I helped so now it's guaranteed."

• He loves the way you snort and roll your eyes at him when he says this.

• "Thanks Jean, you're a life saver."

☆ If you hug him you might also need to help him up off the floor or bandage him up cause he's gonna hurt himself from the shock and excitement.

☆ If you have a work presentation or just in general need help with something you're doing for your boss. He'll dedicate as much time as he has open to helping you with that too.

☆ Need coffee before your presentation? He's running to the nearest shop. Don't really understand the project your boss gave you? He'll work you through it the whole night.

☆ If you happen to tell him on a Friday that something in your house needs fixing all of a sudden he's 'Fix it Jean' now he's telling you he can fix it tomorrow and the second he hangs up he's looking up how to fix a clogged valve or some shit.

☆ And Sasha and Connie are like, "Sir, what made you think you were a handy man??"

☆ He manages though. Brings like three books to your house and looks through all of them simultaneously. Thinks he messed everything up and is about two seconds away from crying on your floor like a toddler with a spilled juice box but he pulls through surprisingly. Has your shit fixed and gets a little kiss on the cheek.

☆ Which leads into him guiltily explaining the truth and telling you everything. From the trinkets to the tickets to now with this thing he nearly ruined in your apartment. But he's so relieved to see you're grateful for everything instead of annoyed like he'd been believing in his head.

☆ Now he gets a real kiss. And Modern day Jean is built different. He's so nervous to touch you like you're made of glass. But when he does he's got his hands on your sides, keeping you in place like you'll run. Your fingers delicately threading through his hair. Giving you the kind of kiss you don't wanna pull away from. You become so quickly attached to the taste of his lips and the subtle beats of hesitation still lingering on him.

☆ You wanna pull his tongue into your mouth. Keep him so close but he pushes you back. "I wanna take you on a date." He mutters with glassy eyes and bright cheeks.

☆ And obviously you say, "Yes."

(The informed simp): Armin

•Aot verse:

☆ As everyone has said a thousand times before. Armin is an informed simp. And within the first week of knowing he has a crush on you he has information on, your family life before you joined the Corp, your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite flower, your hobbies etc etc.

☆ And every bit of that information is stored in his file cabinet like brain.

☆ When he found out your favorite color he wore it as often as possible in out of uniform situations. Even if it was just accenting the rest of his clothes he found a way to wear it somewhere.

☆ He skimmed through books that had information on attraction and started subtly complimenting you to make you notice him.

• "Hi, [Name] that jacket really brings out your eyes."

• "It's the same jacket everyone's wearing Armin.."

• "Oh.. yeah.."

☆ Sneaks references to things you like into conversation as often as possible. Because you know, right after a meeting is the best time to talk about how your favorite song is tied to the fact that your mom used to sing it to you to help you sleep?? 😃

☆ More power to him.. he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

☆ He slipped flowers into your favorite books but it didn't really seem to matter because he was never there when you actually encountered the flowers. (But he did often see you talking about the plants with your friends and twirling them between your fingers) good enough.

☆ He found out ways to better help your digestion. You know because what's love if not healthy bowel movements.. cause like every other attempt made him look stupid so he looked through some books on foods to help keep your colon healthy. And he explained it over dinner..

☆ Safe to say the only one who thought this topic was at all interesting was Levi.

☆ He's absolutely bombing and he hates it. At this point you only give him shy little smiles and then just walk away. He knows you probably don't hate him but he hates that nothing is working for him.

☆ At some point Eren's talking to him solo and he explains that he knows about his crush on you. Following it up promptly with, "Why don't you just tell [Name] that everything you were doing wasn't to be weird, at this point coming clean is probably the only way you could still have a chance."

☆ And he hates it that Eren's right. But he marches right up to you when you have chores out in the stables because if he didn't he'd never say all the things rushing around in his brain.

• "Hi Armin." You greet with that smile.. that smile that makes his stomach tense and his heart want to burst.

• He breathes in before replying, "[Name], I.. like you.." You pause where you're getting water for the horses to see his sun kissed red cheeks. "Everything I've done is because I really like you.." He continues, letting out a shaky breath.

☆ A period of far too long goes by with neither of you saying a word and his blue eyes flicker up to you in concern. When you clap your hands together he nearly parts from his skin.

• "Oh! That explains the weird compliments and the stuff about my mom!" You sigh, slapping your head with a smile. "Oh thank God. Armin I like you too."

☆ More silence because 1. He didn't think you'd like him back and 2. Holy shit you like him back!! He's simultaneously having a party in his brain and melting into the floor.

☆ When he finally kisses you it's unsure. Makes you lean into him. Sweet but subtle like gentle breezes on a hot day. His mouth is closed and his arms cautiously wrap around your waist looking for any sign that you want to get out. But you don't. You just wanna keep pecking his cute little lips because he's so cute and everything he's done is so cute.

• "Finally." You guys turn to see Mikasa and Eren.

• "It's about time." Mikasa greets with a little smirk.

☆ And Armin is practically fainting trying desperately to explain that it wasn't what it looked like but his face continues to tell your little audience that yes. Yes it is what it looks like.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Armin is equipped with an advantage.

☆ Fucking social media.

☆ He went to your page and found out your birthday, your family's last name, how many friends you have in real life. Shit if he dug around long enough he could've probably found your heritage portfolio and your social security. (Social media's a little dangerous sometimes..)

☆ So when he becomes your friend and gets your cell number (Another thing he could've probably dug up online.) He sends you things you might love at any and all times of the day. He spends every free second he has, from lunch time to the last hour he has before he really has to go to sleep researching shit you might like so he can send it to you.

☆ And modern day Armin is so sexy in how he manages to get you into a ton of situations featuring him, your cute little blond simp. Modern day Armin needs to write romance anime 😭

☆ He heard you like aquariums not only did he send you a website to get those tickets way cheaper but he also invited himself (telling you that he was already going). And planned to take you around the city to get your favorite food and any other activities where he could drop his extensive knowledge on marine life. Oh you love astronomy? No problem he was just about to go to the planetarium this weekend, you should definitely go along so he can take you to the planet's light show and stare at you instead of the stars.

☆ Oh your favorite movie is coming out? He had no idea.. he just happened to have an extra ticket to see it the day it comes out. Not only is it now free of charge to you for that but he's also already brought a bunch of your favorite snacks to line his backpack with. Even if your favorite snacks are from a different country he got them express shipped so they'd be there sooner.

☆ He also has weather apps on his phone and laptop so that he'll know if the weather changes even the smallest fraction so that he can take you anywhere else if needed.

☆ Yes he definitely has spent a shit ton of money on you but every time he takes you somewhere your face lights up so beautifully that he'd repeatedly slam his credit card on the table to buy you a plane ticket if you even hinted at wanting it.

☆ In this beautiful opposite world you definitely confessed to him. (You better for his pain and suffering.)

☆ He could've jumped for joy knowing his plans worked perfectly but he simply takes a deep breath, eyes full of contentment as he mumbles, "I feel the same way."

☆ When he kisses you it's with his thumbs lightly rubbing the small of your back. Chewing gum spit out only fifteen minutes ago so his breath was still perfectly fresh. Adding just enough tongue to make you arch and gasp into his mouth. And yeah, he read up on how to do that too. And now that you're his, he's gonna need two jobs cause he came to spoil. No you don't get a say in it.

(The interested simp): Eren

•Aot verse:

☆ Yeah I know this one's weird but let me explain. Eren's simping capabilities are so simple they can be so easily described as, interested.

☆ He legit figured out he had a crush on you and then about 15 minutes later he'd found out everything you'd wanna be if you lived to see the end of the war.

☆ It's so obvious he's simping hard, I mean man's was enamored by you talking about your parents workshop back home. 🙄 You know what I don't even think he was actually interested he was probably playing it up but lowkey disassociated

☆ He definitely gets made fun of for it on the daily too but unlike Jean he kinda shrugs it off.

☆ He's not gonna scavenge the earth for information on you. He's gonna let you tell him and he wants you to tell him. Tell him literally everything about yourself and you will cause he'll know if you don't.

☆ Sometimes he plays little games with you to try to figure out some kind of information about you on like a long ride back from a mission or something. It helps him ease the tension in his brain and gives him something new about you. Win-win

☆ He beat the fucking system by just getting you to talk about you and dropping things you both have in common into conversation. He really did better than Armin!

☆ If you have trouble during training he'll talk you through what you're doing wrong and help you work through your issues. If that leads to some touching well then that's just how things will go 🤷‍♀️

☆ The second he has your favorite color in his mind he's buying you a piece of jewelry with the same stone color. Yes this is him marking you as his and no you probably won't realize but the second you put it on in his eyes you belong to him. And now you can never take it off. 😃

☆ He has a little notebook (not for writing journal entries or anything.) It's just sometimes he forgets certain things you tell him and you pretend to pout when he asks for the information again so he writes it down in the notebook so he can read it and remember it again.

☆ There have definitely been instances on more than one occasion where the two of you would stay up all night talking. Sneak into the other person's room. Sitting on the floor together or side by side on the bed. Those are definitely the best nights because you get to show off your Eren trivia and prove you've retained just as much information on him as he has about you.

☆ Another scenario has presented itself in which you're the one who ends up confessing. Eren would come close cheeks flush with pink and whisper, the ghost of his lips on yours, "I think it's kinda obvious how I feel." When he kisses you it's with both hands cupping your cheeks. So hot against your face. Thumbs curving delicately over your skin. He's leaning into your lips over and over again. Recapturing them every time he pulls back but he also loves making you work for it a little, smirking when you have to strech to capture his lips again. Taking every bit of oxygen from your body. You kinda hold onto him with slightly shaky arms when he's finished. But honestly he's only finished for now cause he'll never get enough of your lips now that he's had a taste.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Eren talked to you before he realized he was attracted to you and you haven't gotten rid of him since the day he realized he wanted you.

☆ He sees you walking to your next class or to the copy machine and he trots his way over to match your pace.

☆ When he's not with you, he's texting you nonsensical stuff he thinks you'll find funny. And when he is with you he's listening to every word you say with the dopiest grin adorning his features.

☆ Sometimes when you're talking he'll unsubtly lick his lips to see if he can make your eyes follow his tongue or he'll lean in closer, kinda crowding you a little if you're both standing. Speaking of crowding he pulls you into him by your hips if you just happen to be standing in the way and someone needs to get past you two.

☆ You'll never understand how much harder he falls for you when you look up at him through your pretty lashes. Hands slightly on his chest.

☆ He loves annoying you. Doing little shit like poking you with the eraser on his pencil or snatching your books from you when you're writing while he's talking. Cause he just thinks you should be staring into his eyes while he talks in the same way he does with you.

☆When he brings you dinner he always brings himself something to eat as well and he'll plop down next to you and ask you for details about your day. Smiling fondly at you when you complain about minor inconveniences.

☆ He loves your fingers so much. If he's not staring into your eyes he's looking at the way your thumb drags over your dripping boba/coffee. The way your fingers click perfectly over every key on your laptop. Every now and then he'll reach out for your hands massaging the knuckles because he just wants to touch them so bad. Bonus points if you smile at him while he does it.

☆ Not gonna lie it could definitely go either way with a confession. But it's probably more likely going to be on you unless he just so happens to accidentally confess while sleepy or drunk.

☆ When he kisses you, he cups your chin pulling you close, angling his tongue so it slides right up against your teeth. He softly hums into your mouth and you can tell he's at least a little nervous but his touch is so perfect. His thumb sliding over the edge of your lips as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You're more than a little ashamed at the whine you let out when he pulls away. But the way he's blushing makes you feel at least a little bit better.

(The Childish simp): Connie

•Aot verse:

☆ Let's be honest, he doesn't know what he's doing. You know, cause you're his first crush.

☆ He's going to work extra hard to drop even the most random jokes and then look directly at you hoping you laugh. Just laugh cause if you don't he might repeat the joke again and that'd be uncomfortable for everyone.

☆ And when you crack a joke he's out here guffawing like it's the best thing he's ever heard. Like he'll legit pause all conversation with his loud ass laughing and everyone in the room is just like: 😒

☆ If he gives you gifts they're normally things he thinks are cool or awesome but every now and then he'll pick a flower and just randomly stuff it in your hair and when you look at him confused smile adorning your face he'll say, "It fits your face." And then awkwardly gesture at you. All you can really say is thank you.

☆ He practically crashes into the seat next to you at meetings. Jean dead ass started pretending to race him for the seat next to you and one time he tipped the chair over and fell on top of it, Levi made him reenter the room properly after he'd managed to stand up.

☆ He sometimes does that I'm not touching you thing to get your attention or taps your shoulder then looks away as you turn to look at him. He'll poke your shoulder a couple times until he's successful in keeping your eyes on him then he'll hover his finger over your head or shoulder until you roll your eyes.

• "Connie.."

• "I'm not even touching you!" He'll laugh

☆ He does nice things for you but they never really work out well for him. One time he got you a glass of water because he thought you looked thirsty and he placed it in front of you when you weren't looking. You turned from where you were talking with Historia and your elbow tipped over the cup spilling its contents all over your lap and meeting notes. He felt so so bad.

☆ One time you tripped during training and got a huge scratch on your leg and Levi stepped in to care for you. He asked Connie to go get the alcohol and in his excitement he ran back and tripped spilling the entire bottle all over the floor. Eren had to go run to the closest store and get more.

☆ At some point in time he walks into your room and sloppily pours his feelings out to you as you sit on your bed staring at him in confusion. His face is like beet red and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. But you laugh and tell him you think he's adorable. You think he's gonna hug you when he pulls you in under your arms but he just holds your back super tight with both hands and swings you around till you can't stop giggling. His kiss is sweet a little sloppy cause it's his first but he's eager and cute as he pulls you into his chest. Probably bites your lip in a playful way and you can't help but lean into him.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Connie is probably annoying the fuck out of you. He sends you memes all day! Put your phone on silent all you want you'll just come back to 40+ messages. And he likes to call you when he's not busy which means you're forever regretting giving him your number.

☆ He'll deadass go to the bathroom and face time you in the stall talkin bout some, "What're you doing right now?" And you're like, "Mfer what are you doing right now!"

☆ He takes any given opportunity to flirt with you and he's so goofy you won't realize he genuinely means everything he says,

• "I really hate your last name." He randomly says

• "What'd my last name do to you?"

• He shrugs, "I think you should change it."

• "To what?" You scoff

• "Springer 😘"

☆ And he calls you for the stupidest shit when he's at home:

• "Connie, what's wrong? You called me like four times in a row."

• "Which animals do you think would be the bitchest if they spoke human?"

• "Bye Connie 😑"

• "No wait!"

• "What?"

• "Send nudes."

☆ Loves to lay on you when you're sitting. Like he'll deadass drop his whole weight onto your back while you're sitting in your desk chair trying to work. He's just looking for a way to touch you and doesn't know how to express that.

☆ Yes he does have you in his phone as something crass and no he's not willing to change it. Most likely some shit like fat ass with a heart or Mommy/Daddy as a personal joke.

☆ And yeah you find him super annoying until this one night when he's texting you pics of his old family dog back home and he tells you everything about the dog's life from when he was a puppy to the day he passed and he shows you pics of him kissing the little pups head and holding him and things like that. The last video he sent was him crying while holding a framed photo after the dog's passing during Christmas time. And it's the first time you've ever been provoked to hug Connie instead of choke him.

☆ When the time finally comes for Connie to tell you his feelings you're in a good place to accept them and tell him you like him back. And that's when he pulls you in around the neck and gives you a surprisingly natural kiss. His mouth is parted slightly, hands gripping the back of your shirt a little as he keeps you close. He allows you to take the lead. Forehead warm where it's pressed against his. You both can't help but stay like that for awhile.

(The lowkey simp): Levi

•Aot verse:

☆ Rule number 1 you cannot know he is simping. He'll take it to his grave but if you're not oblivious you'll probably catch on.

☆ When he disassociates during a meeting his eyes get darker in the middle and he just rests his chin on his palm and stares at you. Doesn't matter that the meeting has been going on for more than an hour and he has yet to blink. He doesn't even know he's doing it. When he comes back down to earth he just blinks normally and looks away. And if no one tells him he'll honestly continue to do it. Sometimes in different positions, he's laying back in his chair head forward but his eyes are on you a couple seats down on the other side of the table.

☆ He picks up items whenever he goes into town. And I mean every. single. time. For you and he makes sure it's something you'll love and while you're out training he'll stuff it in a box and place it on your bed.

☆ He writes you anonymous notes with little inspirational words on them in places only you'll find them. But it's inspirational in Levi terms so it's shit like, "Stay alive for tomorrow." And "Don't look down because the sun is up."

☆ When he needs a break from work he just closes his eyes and thinks about you. Sometimes he does it just because he secretly loves that warm floating sensation he gets.

☆ Like Eren he'll trot up beside you whenever he can. But he won't say a word unless you say something first.

• "Hi Captain." You greet when he pops into your peripheral vision.

• Genuinely can not help how soft his eyes are when he looks at you, "Hello." He replies

☆ He'll find some reason to complain about the way his entire squad cleans their rooms so that he can also have an excuse to say he'll reclean them so that he has an excuse to make a bee line for your room first and be trapped in your scent. Taking your sheets off the bed and holding them to his chest, sweeping, getting that extra elbow grease on the windows so they're more spotless than even his standards.

☆ And of course because he doesn't want you to know he's simping hard for you he has to deal with you paying him the same amount of attention as the other higher ups which he hates with a burning passion. Like why don't you like him more? He does way more for you on a level that you can see. You should be more affectionate towards him. You talk to him everyday.

☆ I don't think I need to tell you Levi's shy so you'll be confessing. And you start by telling him you know the notes are from him because while Levi's intelligent he's also stupid. Like who the fuck else has access to your uniform clothes and would care enough to go in your drawers just to leave a piece of paper with the words, "Life is never so shitty that you can't at least better yourself."

☆ He kinda just lowers his head as pink soaks his entire face. And you lift his chin up to press a slow chaste kiss on his lips. He doesn't touch you. He can't bring himself to but he manages to kiss back. His irises so bright when you pull away. "Thank you Captain." You tell him before you leave. He's definitely genuinely worried his heart is getting ready to explode as he stares at the closed door.

•Modern verse

☆ Modern day Levi is a fucking mess. He doesn't know shit about having a crush and he knows it's you really early into meeting you but he's like, why them. He managed to spend his entire existence avoiding romance and yet here you are. He doesn't even know what he wants from you so sometimes he comes off a little more aggressive when he's talking to you.

☆ He stares directly into your soul when you're sitting across from him for any reason. You had to have had a crush on him first because he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself.

☆ If you invite him somewhere he scoffs immediately following it up with a, "I'll be there."

☆ He rereads your messages whenever he's bored. And if you send him good morning texts he'll be thinking, morning beautiful angel. The one time you sent him a good morning text with a heart he analyzed it so long that he never replied back to you.

☆ The second he figured out how to use personalized ringtones he made yours something soft and sweet. Most likely with violins or maybe with a harp.

☆ A couple times while he was bored during a meeting or class he wrote your initials in cursive in his notebook. One time he wrote it on the front of his notebook by accident and had to throw that one away. Which honestly made him sad because he really liked how it looked.

☆ When you confess to him it's by accident and the way his face lights up is actually the most precious thing you've ever seen. He comes back down to earth slow and admits that he "feels the same." Under his breath of course but you heard and that's what counts.

☆ When you kiss him you instantly notice how small his lips actually are 🥺🥺 like you've stared at them before when he was eating and stuff but his lips are cute and so small. And he's so hesitant to kiss back. But then he does and you can kinda feel the tension leave him a little. His arms a little shaky as he supports himself. It probably looks like two middle schoolers kissing for the first time honestly. Right down to the sitting on the edge of the bed thing. But Levi's lips are so warm and he's such a naturally good kisser that you indulge for as long as you can.

[bimbo-jk]

bleed you dry (m)

pairing: vamp!jeongguk x fem!reader

genre: smut , drabble

rating: 18+

warnings: biting, blood drinking, rough but sensual sex, cockwarmin’!!! , jk kinda has a nonverbal worship kink lol, hand holding, kissing, some dirty talk but not much, creampie, overstimulation (f), reader is jk’s sensitive liddol baby, reader is woozy but this is 100% consensual (so kinda cnc?) , cum play, jk loves reader :( she’s his dumb lil baby, jk and his love for petnames, he jus wants to pamper the reader :(, okay jk’s a lil mean but!!!!!

synopsis: your boyfriend of two years came over for halloween, simply supposing to watch movies and hangout. but halfway through the second movie, he’s feeling lightheaded from lack of eating and you feed him the best way you know how; straight from the vein.

Clearing your throat, you try to shift your boyfriend’s attention from rubbing his thumbs into your hip bones, his lips pressed behind your ear as he kisses over your skin. “Babe, the movie”, you murmur quietly, and you know he heard you; he just chooses to ignore it. 

“Jeon”, you huff out once his nails scrape over your tummy lightly. He chuckles through his nose, kissing your shoulder before pulling away, “Fine, but you smell good”, he hums and you roll your eyes, “You say that all day, every day”.

Shrugging his shoulders, he stands as the first movie ends, heading off to the bathroom. You pick up the fallen popcorn kernels and toss them back into the bowl before heading to kitchen to trash it, popping another bag for the second movie scheduled to start in a few minutes. 

You hear the flush of the toilet over the popping in the microwave and then seconds later, your boyfriend’s hands are wrapped around your waist as he presses his lips into your shoulder blade, his tongue peeking out of his lips to drag across your warm, honey skin.

“Kook”, you sigh out, digging your fingers into the counter when his hips press yours forward into the counter. His cock is semi-hard, digging into your lower back through his grey sweats. “Hungry”, he snarls out, his teeth prodding against your collarbone and it sends a tingle down your spine, mouth dropping open to form an “o” shape.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten”, you manage to mutter out, hands cupping his that hold your waist. “Too long”, he huffs, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling harshly through his nose, moaning directly into your ear.

You always smelled so fucking good.

“Eat”, you hum the simple word, knowing you didn’t need to say much more to him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips as his teeth sink into your neck, your gasp blessing his ears beautifully.

Jeongguk drinks until his belly is full, until his cock is throbbing with the newfound blood rush. He keeps an ear on your heartbeat, listening to any irregular beat. But he finds he does truly get carried away even sometimes.

“Koo...”, your voice is so small he could barely hear it. Your knees weaken until the only thing holding you up is his grip, the beeping of the microwave distant to your ears. Your eyes flutter and you let out a breathy whine.

That’s when he snaps back, retracting his fangs and licking over the wound to close it before pressing a kiss to the red stained area. “Pretty girl”, he coos into your ear, picking you up and sitting you on the counter to face him, and his cock twitches at the sight.

Your face is flushed, eyes glazed over and lidded... is that a bit of drool on your lips?

Jeongguk swore his cock couldn’t be harder. Well, maybe, with the way you gasp out his name so prettily while he shoves your thighs apart to step between them.

“Wanna hurt you, pretty girl. Wanna see you cry”, he mutters, stroking the skin on your inner thighs while he gazes at you like you’re the most perfect girl on the planet. And to him, you are.

You’re in deep submissive space, he can tell. He knows your body better than do. Knows what to say to soak that slutty little cunt. Knows how to touch and where to press to make you scream. You want nothing more than to be used right now, and he’s more than willing to utilize.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re bent over the couch, ass perched high in the air while the rest of your torso is bent forward, head resting on a pillow.

“Can smell this creamy little cunt through your panties, baby”, he chuckles meanly. “You’re such a fucking slut when I’m bleeding you dry. You like that? That gets your cunt soakin’ baby?”, his mouth is right next to your ear.

“Love it”, you slur out back, brain muddled with the way he’s growling in your ear and kneading your fat ass cheeks between his hands. So much of the soft flesh that it spills through his fingers due to the grip.

Jeongguk was an ass man for sure.

“Of course you do. You’re my good little bitch, aren’t you?”, and when you don’t answer, he smacks the side of your thigh meanly, “Aren’t you”, he growls out.

“Ah! Y-yeah, Koo! Your good bitch, ‘m all yours!”, and he chuckles, not a bit of humor behind it.

He’s feeling mean.

Instead of torturing you some more, Jeongguk takes pity on you, the pathetic fat tears rolling down your cheeks a clear sign of how needy you are. He fucking loves you, but he loves seeing you cry for his cock even more. Sometimes.

Pulling down the pathetic excuse for panties that covers your shining cunt, he sighs when your arousal floods the room, his eyes rolling back at how heavy a impact it had on his senses.

His fingers graze over your cunt, dipping between your folds before spreading your lips. He spits obscenely, making a mess of your nether region.

“Gonna let me fuck this cunt, baby? Look at you”, he tuts, rubbing his thumb on your clit, “Bet I don’t even needa stretch you, you’re so fuckin’ wet”, he snarls, thumbing the button of his jeans open and pulling down his zipper.

Jeongguk’s cock bounces out, leaking precum as he thumbs his head, moaning out lowly. You wiggle your hips back, trying to entice him into fucking you open. You don’t care, don’t wanna be prepped. You want to feel that burn.

You succeed, Jeongguk’s restraint snapping as he slides home, a gasp falling from your lips and a delicious snarl coming from his chest.

“F-Fuck, Baby”, he moans into your ear, his upper body bent over yours. His hips grind into your ass before pausing, Jeongguk’s mouth littering your neck in hickies.

“Lemme taste, baby”, he whispers, nibbling your ear lobe before licking a fat stripe up your jugular. It all hits so differently with the way his cock is buried snugly into your soaking cunt, “Lemme taste you while my cock splits your dumb slutty cunt open”.

You simply nod, unable to get a word out before Jeongguk’s teeth are buried into your shoulder, his hips giving limp seeking thrusts as he drains you a bit more.

Your pussy only gets wetter around his cock, clenching and fluttering cutely while he drinks. Once he’s deemed himself finished, he retracts his teeth and soothes the wound once again, closing it and kissing your shoulder.

Before your fuzzy dumb brain can acknowledge him further, Jeongguk is standing straight, his nails sinking deep into the soft pillowy flesh of your ass, the fat globes being spread apart as he begins to rut his hips into you.

It’s messy and loud, your cunt making lewd wet noises, squelching being heard even through your hazy thoughts. Or lack there of.

Wetness drips onto the floor boards as Jeongguk tosses his head back, all of his nerves on fire from the sugary substance that’s stained his teeth red. His balls clench when you whimper, limply fucking your self back onto him.

But your movements are irregular, you’re exhausted. He takes pity and instead of going for slow and long, he goes hard and deep, fucking his head into your cervix and g-spot all the while toying with your clit.

You’re so, so very close, the last push you need right on the tip of your tongue. And he gives it to you.

Jeongguk lifts your hips off the couch until your feet are dangling off the floor and your face is smushed into the cushions. He fucks you like that, suspended partially in the air and unable to run from his cock.

He breaks a sweat, bottom lip tugged between his teeth and hair sticking to his forehead.

Your back arches violently, a loud drawn out moan being torn from your pretty throat until Jeongguk wraps his large hand around the back of your neck, yanking your torso up until he’s carrying your body, the only thing keeping your feet from touching the floor is his cock stuffed in your cunt.

Cum quite literally spurts out of you, creamy white droplets splattering the floor and his thighs and that’s what sets him off, his balls draining themselves into your cunt until you’re quite literally bloated over, the cum spilling out of you.*

Sliding out of you and laying your limp body back across the couch, Jeongguk stuffs his cum back into your cunt, rubbing and playing with your clit until you’re lazily whining, eyelids too heavy to open and mouth to dry to tell him to stop. You’re sensitive, pretty sure you’re broken.

But he shows no sympathy, continues fucking you with his fingers until you have another orgasm, less messy but so strong that your vision and hearing goes blank, your toes and fingertips feeling like electricity is shocking through your bones.

“Koo”, you whine, voice hoarse and tired.

He relents, mumbling a sheepish and quiet apology before beginning to clean you up, “Just like how messy this little cunt gets. So sensitive”, he mutters almost to himself as he wipes your thighs and folds gently with a warm towel.

“Well next time, control yourself. We didn’t even start the second movie”, you pout. He smiles.

“There’s no way I just fucked you stupid and you’re worried about ‘Blades of Glory’”

“Shut up!”

—

* Guys I wanted to write the reader being stuffed so full that it spilled out her mouth but then I realized that’s not actually possible so maybe I’ll write something with shit that’s literally not realistic and ruin everyone with that there. Ok bye enjoy lol.

[luna-writes-stuff]

Reader being very sick and contagious so jes REALLY can’t kiss/cuddle/touch/be near reader so he sits on a chair far across the room so he can talk to her and keep her company and bring her stuff when she needs it

I’m very sick rn and it sucks :( i need a Jesper

Sick s/o, Jesper Fahey

So sorry to hear you’re not feeling so good. Get wel soon darling and take time to recover!❤️

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: Being sick, nausea, dizziness, throwing up, high temperature, headache, concerned Jesper.

- What started out as a bit of a heavy stomach, ended up with you locked up in your room, forced to stay there until Nina had decided you were well enough to go back out.

- On Kaz’s orders even, so it wasn’t a small pesky cold that came and went.

- You had a high fever, heavy nausea and a lightheaded feeling. All in all, not great. And besides that, Jesper had been preparing for the worst. And when I say worst, I mean the worst.

- You already told him you weren’t going to die, but he couldn’t risk being away from you. You were too pale in his eyes and he hated seeing you in pain.

-When you had returned from your latest heist, it was obvious to Jesper that you hadn’t been feeling too well. He could read you as if you were a simple poem. He knew you almost as well as he knew himself. After taking in some painkillers, you had went straight to bed and he followed you like a lost puppy.

- And there he still was. On the chair beside your bed. Removed in case anything was infectious, but he could easily walk up to you in a few strides. Just in case anything would happen.

- He had the painkillers on the desk beside him, ready to bring them to you when you asked him to.

- He kept talking to you, trying to form some sort of interaction. And when he noticed you were too tired for talking, he remained seated, turning the pages in a book you had finished only a few days prior. You hadn’t stopped talking about it, so he took it upon himself to read it so he could discuss it with you (10/10 boyfriend material, just saying)

- He sometimes walked towards the bathroom quickly, wetting a small towel with cold water to place over your head. Inej told him it would help with the headaches, and to be honest, it performed miracles.

- Even though you weren’t hungry, he ran down around dinner time to get you a small bowl of soup. He knew you weren’t hungry and couldn’t force anything too big down your throat, but for now, soup would have to do. And you weren’t alone. He stayed with you the entire time, drinking his soup too.

- At times, the nausea became too much, causing bile to rise up your throat, the uncomfortable feeling settling in your mouth. You only had to give Jesper a small signal before he understood what he had to do. A bucket had already been placed next to him just in case. All he had to do was kick it next to the bed, holding your hair back.

- He would have been disgusted by it, had he not been so extremely worried for you.

- You told Jesper to not come to close as to not get him sick as well, but for things like throwing up, he was prepared to break that boundary, just for you to be more comfortable. All in good means.

- He would offer you a glass of water afterwards, keeping the bucket next to you in case you were to rinse your mouth (highly recommended)

- It would take a few days for you to be back to your old self, but Jesper was patient.

- When you were feeling alright, however, he excitedly ran up to you, wrapping you in his arms, happy to be able to touch you once again. You weren’t overly fond of giving him kisses already, so he’d wait for you to be.

- He’s just so patient and worried. Puppy eyes 24/7 when you were in bed. So helpless but trying to do the best he could.

[itsthesinbin]

Idiot nuts his pants (YB/GN Vampire!Reader)

Cross posted to Ao3 HERE (along with the first one shot I did)

DNI: Minors, ageless blogs (just saying you’re an 18+ DOES NOT COUNT)

Warnings: Blood, biting

Your boyfriend knew something was wrong. You were getting more sluggish as the days went on, and growing more pale. Inquiries of what was wrong were dismissed. You assured him you were fine, but he wasn’t falling for it.

He had to put his foot down, finally. He approached you in your shared apartment, a worried frown settled on his features. You nursed a small cup, grimacing at the taste. Your lips came back red, and your poor boyfriend had to fight back a more primal urge as he sat next to you.

“Darling,” he started, grabbing your ice cold hand. You almost flinched at the sudden temperature difference, but didn’t pull your hand away from his. He smiled slightly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“I know you’ve been waiting too long- the blood in the fridge has gone bad, hasn’t it?” Of course he knew you were a vampire. He knew long before you two started dating- before you two had officially met, not that you knew that. He can remember the relieved, if startled, look you had when he happily accepted your non-human nature.

“I just forgot,” you groaned. “I’ve been so fucking busy at work I forgot to check the expiration date.” Small blood bank havens across the city helped the vampire population from starving to death, for which you were thankful. But sometimes the blood there was already at a… lower quality, since the better bags were needed for hospitals. Sadly, the only one you could afford at the time was a shady place that was always getting into trouble.

“I’ve told you that you don’t even need to work there anymore- and that I can start going to the better banks for you.” His other hand came up, rubbing your back slightly. You let out a heavy sigh, pushing the cup away from you. You rested your face in your hands, rubbing your tired eyes. His hand slid down, resting against your lower back.

“... I can help tide you over, until we get some new supply,” he offered, pressing his forehead to the side of your head. You paused, before moving back a bit to look up at him. He had that adoring look in his eyes, mixed with a hint of worry. Your gaze drifted away as you hesitated. His hand left your back, moving your face to look at him again.

“I mean it. I know you don’t particularly like it, but I hate seeing you like this. And if you had to feed off of anyone, you know I’m more than happy to volunteer.” From the way you could hear his pulse speed up, you felt like his offer was slightly more than selfless.

You didn’t miss the way he would stare at your fangs, or teasingly bare his neck to you when you two were sitting together. If you didn’t have such good self control, you’d have jumped the poor man by now.

You were so hungry…

“... A… alright. But we need to do this somewhere else, in case I accidentally take too much you get lightheaded. Okay?” He nodded, letting your face go so you could stand. You held onto his hand, bringing him over to the couch. You got him to sit, before going to get bandages and something to clean the impending wound with.

“What’s the best way to do this?” He asked, fidgeting slightly in his seat. You set the supplies down and joined him on the couch.

“Well… traditionally, the reason vampires would kinda… terrorize their prey was to get the blood flowing, but I don’t think you could be scared of me.” You fiddled with your hands, and he had to stop himself from grabbing you right there. You were too cute. And you were right- there was no way he’d be scared of you. However…

“I… know another way to get me worked up,” he offered, smirking slightly. He tilted your head up, and if you were more fed you would definitely be flushed. He didn’t even wait for an answer, simply pulling you in for a rough kiss.

You made a noise that sounded almost like a startled cat- god, he loved your noises- before kissing him back. He moaned into your mouth, hand cradling the back of your head. You purred into the kiss as your arms went around his shoulders.

You pushed him back, startling him slightly. You moved into his lap and straddled him peppering kisses along his jaw. Your boyfriend all but melted against you and his hands rested on your hips. A delighted sigh left his lips as he leaned his head over.

You could hear his heartbeat. Smell his arousal and the blood running just beneath the skin. You trailed your kisses down, dragging your fangs along his neck. A shudder left him, and you felt him swallow thickly.

You gripped his shoulders, muttering out a small warning before you sunk your fangs into his neck. He tensed up, fingers digging into your hips as you began lapping at the wounds. You moaned softly, having not had true, fresh blood in so long.

His eyelids fluttered, mouth dropping open and breathing coming in gasps. One of his hands slid up your back, bunching your shirt along the way as he nearly clawed at your skin. He knew he should try to keep still, but he had dreamed of this for so long. He’d let you drain him, if that’s what you wanted- what you needed. To feel your fangs in him, to know you were drinking his blood…

His hips moved, grinding up against you as you sat in his lap. You grunted at the contact, shuddering slightly when you felt how hard he was. You knew it was easy to work him up, but you had no idea a simple bite would cause this reaction. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it cute.

He let his eyes slip shut, feeling himself grow lightheaded. Was it from the feeding, or just from how good he felt? He couldn’t tell. A choked whine left him as he ground his hips to yours, gripping your body to his. His rapid heartbeat made the blood flow faster, making a delighted moan leave you.

He let out the most desperate, pathetic whine you’ve ever heard from him. It knocked you back to reality, and you realized you were drinking for too long. You sat up, panting as you took in his expression.

His eyes widened when he saw your mouth covered in his blood, and that was the tipping point. He jerked, pulling you down and rolling his hips against yours. You watched his eyes roll back, your name leaving his lips in a mantra. You couldn’t help the shiver that went up your spine at the knowledge this, alone, was what made him cum. Knowing you had that effect on him was intoxicating.

Slowly, he calmed down. He breathed heavily, looking up at you with adoration. Now properly fed, you could feel your face flush. You shook it off though. He needed your attention.

“Fuck- I think I went a little too long,” you panicked, moving to grab the aid supplies nearby. He whined at the loss of you in his lap, but was too dizzy to actually do anything about it. When you returned to his side, you quickly worked on patching him up. Hard to do when he kept trying to cuddle you.

“C’mon, let’s get you in a nice bath and then I can get you to bed and take care of you there, okay?” You lifted him with ease, something that shocked him every time you did it. That being said, he always swooned as well. He held onto you happily as you carried him to the apartment’s bathroom

You got him cleaned up with a quick bath, before helping him into your shared bedroom. You left him on the bed for a moment to grab some juice and some food, for when he felt like eating, and returned to his side. Once set on the bedside table, you crawled in next to him. You pulled his head to your chest, letting him listen to your slow heartbeat and your purr.

“You did good,” you praised, feeling him relax against you. Your little hot water bottle, as you liked to call him. He muttered something, but was too drowsy and dizzy to properly talk. You smiled slightly. Before you could even say anything else, you heard him drift off to sleep.

With how full you felt, a nap sounded real good right now.

[lareinenoir]

THE PURGE; Sanctuary C.E x black reader

PT III

60 Days Until The Purge

THEN...

"I'll order take out. I know you like Thai-"

"Don't order anything. I'm actually not even hungry." You said as he took your bag and put it on his shoulder. "What?" He was looking at you weird and it made you frown.

"Where's the rest of your stuff?"

"You asked me to stay the night. That is my overnight bag." You replied folding your arms and walking over to the couch. Your hand touched your forehead and you sighed. You could still feel him looking at you as you tried to relax with your head leaned back. "After I tell Shonda about our situation, you're signing the papers."

"What do you mean-"

"You know what I mean." You shot back

"Ok, well theirs a lot to consider now." He motioned to your stomach and you sat up straight. "We're having a baby, now."

"No no no." You shook your head feeling your petty insides bubble a bit in sarcasm. "I'm having a baby. Me. Just me.”

"Obviously I want to be apart of our baby's life." Chris argued back and you frowned and scoffed. He put your bag down and crossed his arms as you brushed it off. "You can't seriously think I won't. V that's insane."

"You wanna know what's insane? You think you're gonna get anywhere near it. Why in the hell would I allow you and your broken promises anywhere near my child? Do you think I'm stupid? To make the same mistake twice!"

"Again? V what do you want me to do?" He asks throwing his hands up. "Acting is what I do, that's my job-"

"I don't care about that. I'm not asking you to chose your job or me-"

"It damn well near sounds like it. I would never make you choose." He countered back and you gripped your fists together.

"You may not have said it directly, but there have been many times where you have indirectly patronized me. I just found out I'm pregnant and I have been trying so hard to deal with it." you replied watching him pace back and forth and shake his head. "I have been getting the worst headaches, I can't keep any food down and I literally get lightheaded on set every single day because hiding my pregnancy has been a real joy ride." You replied sarcastically with a small chuckle

"What do you want me to do? I tell you to tell the producers, you get mad. I tell you to take a break, you get mad. I tell you to come over and you’re mad.” Chris said in disbelief. “I don't know what you want from me." He shrugs brushing the hair from his eyes.

"Not once since you found out have you asked me how I'm doing? My whole career is at risk I could lose my job. And you don't even seem to care.” You said

"V, I do care." He reached for your shoulder and you took in another breath. "I want you to stop worrying all the time. And you're right, I should be concerned more about you. I should be there for you-I should've been there for you in the beginning.” He admitted and you folded your lips again.

Are For real this time? Should I let it go and move past it? Again? No because it'll start all over again.

"This baby is mine. This is a life changing thing that's happening, I can't let you ruin it too." You spoke

" I'm taking responsibility because this is something I want. Ok? Can't we find some common ground? You of all people should know what it's like to grow up without a father!"

"You know too!" You shouted back. Chris' dad had died when he was younger. He talked about him sometimes but not as much. "I'd rather have had my father six feet under then to have him choosing when it's convenient for him to show up!" You said with your foot down shaking your head.

"Forget the divorce. Me and you living here happily married for the years to come. Whats so bad about that? Why can't I have that? What's so wrong with the picture of two parents raising a child?" His voice was loud and he was getting frustrated. He didn't shout, but you could tell how passionate he was about it. He always wanted to be a daddy, a parent. "Huh?"

"It's not just about you!" You said stepping closer. "Because..." You shrugged feeling your eyes water as you suck in your cheeks. "I knew the kind of man I was marrying. So involved with his job it took him almost fifteen years to actually start dating. It's not about you or your career. This baby is all I have right now.”

He looked confused as he relaxed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose. From two feet away you could feel his heartbeat and you felt a little bad for how foolish you probably looked. You still loved him, not like you ever stopped, but you remembered that you still loved him.

Because, it's not about me either anymore. You thought

"Forget the papers okay..." You said swallowing your own pride. "just forget it. You’re right. I want our child to have two parents who will love him unconditionally. But it has to stop, because it takes two. I can't have you with one foot in the door." You admitted

“Yeah yeah.” He nodded “yeah I get that. I’m not going anywhere.” Chris said and you walked forward and took his hand kissing his palm as you placed it on the side of your face. “I promise V.” He cups your face and stares into your eyes. His stubble poking at you a bit as you held his wrists.

“I love you.” You said with a small smile

“Still?” He laughed making you roll your eyes as you giggled a little. “I love you too. Are you sure you aren’t hungry?” He asks again

“Yes.” You nodded “now shut up and come take a nap with me.”

NOW....

CHRIS POV**

“Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!” I said throwing the phone on the couch. I had called five times and her phone went straight to voicemail.

“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. ALL Weapons have been authorized for use during the purge. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 121 days. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until December 15, 12:00 o’clock midnight, when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all.”

My tv was replayed the message nine more times before shutting off. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Today is august 15, Vanessa’s birthday is tomorrow which was when she’d be 17 weeks. We had marked it on the calendar together. More than half my wife’s pregnancy would be spent during the purge. I needed to find her!

I didn’t support the purge. Something about killing people to be “cleansed” just didn’t sit right in my gut. It made my heart ache thinking about the clean up at the end. I could bring Dodger, but he can only do so much. Maybe he could help track her scent. Grabbing my coat I folded my lips together.

“Fuck!” I shout

With what weapon? How was I going to run the streets looking for my wife without a gun? I loved the idea of owning one, but Vanessa made me swear not to bring one in the house if she was there. So I just dropped the idea. Looking in the kitchen I grabbed one of the Chef knives off the rack. Maybe this would be enough for now...

“Damnit!” I curse looking at Dodger. “She said she was at Topanga Park. Start there?” I asked, as if he’d answer back. I grabbed her bonnet from off the bathroom door handle and stuffed it in my backpack.

I didn’t hesitate l. I locked up everything and jumped inside my truck. Dodger sat on the passenger side and I felt my hands start to shake as I put my foot on the gas. I started to promise god I would go to church if he would keep her safe.

“I don’t even know if you’re even listening or you even care. I love her, I’ve been such and idiot and I don’t wanna lose her.” I looked at Dodger and he was sitting up straight. “I remember you didn’t like her. You wouldn’t let her anywhere near me, you bark and squeeze yourself in between us when we sat down in the room to watch movies.” I chuckle wiping the little tear that slipped from my eye “You stole one of her wigs too.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” she shouted chasing you around the house. “DODGER GIVE IT BACK! COME BACK!”

We chased him around the house and Dodger thought it was some sort of game. We had been officially dating for a month. I had started laughing when I caught him and held her headband wig in my hand. She stood their with her arms folded while I petted his head and she rolled her eyes.

"I told you he doesn't like me." She said as I stood up and she took the wig from my hand.

"Come on, he's just getting used to you."

"I've been over here every day. Your dog hates me."

"What?" I tilted my head to the side and touch her nose with my index finger. "Deal breaker? If my dog doesn't like my girlfriend, I'm gonna dump her? Tell me where that makes sense."

She walked closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist looking up at the ceiling as I kissed her neck. "I guess you have a point." Vanessa sighed.

"He's just warming up to you that's all."

"What's stopping me from breaking up with you?"

"Over a dog?"

"This is his third assault against me. First it was tearing up my purse, then chewing up my crocs, not to mention the little shit I found inside of them. And now stealing my wig and playing cat and mouse." Said Vanessa as I rested my head on top of hers. "Luckily this is a backup wig."

“Aren’t you wearing one right now?” I asked

“Headband wig. And that wig your dog has destroyed,” she gave him the side eye “it was my favorite and expensive.” She gritted her teeth

“I’ll buy you another one.” I offered

She purses her lips and shook her head. “I don’t want you buying me anything. I’ll just break up with you. For real this time.”

"Fine then..." I baited her shrugging my shoulders. "Break up with me."

“Over a dog?” She frowns mocking me as I smile down at her and her eyebrows bend downward a little as she caressed my face. Her finger was gentle and she stood on her top toes and kissed my lips. “Never.”

...

I look over at Dodger and pat his head. "We'll find her. I know we will." I say trying to lift my spirits.

When we arrived to Topanga Park, it was a sight. I didn't even want to leave the truck. I felt my heart race a little more. "What the hell..."

In the middle of traffic-in between the cars were bodies. Dodger started barking at the train of blood that stained the streets. It was empty, but I could feel a heavy weight on my back. Walking behind me, next to me...it was all around me. I hadn't realized I had my hand over my mouth an nose, it was hard for me to breath as the stench of dead bodies. Dodger kept barking and that led to me chasing after him. I had her bonnet in one hand and I called after him.

I came to a halt when I came face to face with another person. He had Dodger in his hands and I felt my muscle tense up. He was tall and very familiar looking. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held the kitchen knife in my hand with a firm grip.

"Captain America?"

I tilted my head sideways and licked my lower lip narrowing my brow a little. "Yeah, give me the dog and we can go our separate ways. Ok?"

He nodded his head. He ran his fingers through his hair and put the dog down. I wasn't really concerned about who he was I was trying to prepare for a fight. He dropped his gun on the ground and held up his his hand.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm looking for my wife." He said "She left her watch in that building." He pointed to the school and slowly pulled the watch from his pocket.

"In there?" I asked

"Yeah." He nodded, but I still couldn't shake the feeling I knew him from somewhere. "My name is Jared. My wife's name is Gianne, I'm pretty sure she was with someone else-are you looking for someone too? Maybe we could help each other. There was something written on the chalkboard in there, I wasn't something Gia would write, but she was here. All I wanna do is find her-"

"Supernatural?" I asked turning my head to the side. Vanessa loved that show. Whenever she had spare time she would watch it or on those many night she'd spend the night at my house we would watch it-well not really watch it. The Netflix and 'chill' was emphasized. "You said something about some sort of message on the wall?" I asked motioning with my hand. "what did it say?"

"um, CE equals BE or something like that." He shrugged

I laughed a little. Vanessa Evans plus Chris Evans equals Baby Evans. It was a stupid joke-an Easter egg if you will. Shonda put in the show on the whiteboard in one of our love scenes as a way to announce our pregnancy to the audience. She often left clues to the next episode in every episode except this one was not only in the show but in real life.

"Chris Evans." I say extending my hand out to him. I'm pretty sure he knew by the little smile playing on his face. He shook my hand and nodded his head.

"I know. I'm a big marvel fan, I know all your lines." Jared chuckled and then cleared his throat as he nervously laughed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jared Padalecki - I know I said that already..."

I introduced him to Dodger and I felt a little more relaxed. I gathered that she was alive and we both came to the assumption that they were traveling together.

"Where do you think their headed?" I asked as we walked to his car which was tricked out and full of ammunition and guns. Not to mention government level protective gear.

"While I was in there, I picked up someone else. Heavy footed and big, traveling with dogs. Hair everywhere." He went on tossing me a bullet proof vest. "You heard of Sanctuary?"

"The safety place? Yeah, but it's hard to find. It's for people who get caught in the Purge right?"

He narrowed his brow and shook his head. "No." Said Jared sharply. "Sanctuary is a secret government funded task force. It started off as a conspiracy some myth to explain all the random disappearances throughout the year. It's a government project designed for population control." He went on

"Ok...what does that have anything to do with the Purge?"

"Everything. An organization designed to control the US population. We're talking Pro killers who were once on a leash, but when that horn sounded and the Purge began, they are just as free to kill anyone they want." Said Jared handing me an ipad. It was a list of celebrities. From pro athletes like Steph Curry and their immediate families to movie stars and singers like Rhianna and Tom Cruise. "There are rumors that they are hunting celebrities. The kardashians and Jenner's are fair game. If not the stars themselves then they choose their parents, brothers and sisters."

"And do what?" I asked quietly as I saw mine and Vanesssa picture

"Most get auctioned off to the highest bidder, I've also heard they kill them on the spot for money or bring them in to fight for the death. Bottom line, there is a bounty on our heads. During the Purge everyone is fair game, their is no protection."

"You're telling me she's out there being hunted by them right now?" I asked

“Possibly. The dog hair isn’t a breed we know. They are a combination of hunting canines, bloodhound, foxhound, Labrador retriever with the built and aggression of a something like a pit bull a Rottweiler.” Said Jared as I looked up from the iPad and gave it back. “You’re gonna need more than a kitchen knife. We find the dogs and the hunter and we’ll find them.”

He held a gun out to me and wiped my mouth with the palm of my hand trying to mentally prepare for what is to come."

“Do you believe in the Purge?” I asked still questioning why his car was full of weapons. “You kill people?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. I don’t believe in hiding or waiting for someone to kill me. We all have the right to Purge."

"What's stopping you from killing me?"

Jared sighed and shook his head. "I'm hunting them. I'm surviving and if you decide to threaten my survival, then I'll kill you." He went over to the driver side of his Ford charger. "Get in. Knowing Gia she is headed for Roberts hole."

"What's that?" I asked climbing in the passenger seat of the car.

“It’s a Cassino for celebrities. Jack Black owns it. It’s locked up right but open to his favorites during the Purge.”

“They’ll be there?”

“Relax.” He out his hand in my shoulder and looked at me as dodger sat in the back seat. “We will find them. You know how to shoot don’t you?” Jared raised his gun in the air and nodded my head.

I guess it wasn’t confidently and he chuckled. “Vanessa isn’t a fan of guns.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll practice. Ok?”

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A/N: Sorry it took so long😬 don’t hate me, please. Lol, I hope everyone is doing well and safe out here. If you wanna be tagged leave it in the ask box, Anyways…Untill next time!

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𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

navigation | requests : open | 2nd march 2021

pairing : bakugou x fem!reader

genre : fluff, heavy angst

warnings : mutual pining, soulmate AU, !quirk world, heartbreak?, eating, vomit

themes : falling in love, unfair world, ‘it had to be us’, slow burns

desc : in a world where when you see your soulmate in their most vulnerable state your eyes change to the colour of the one you’re meant to be with, but sometimes soulmates aren’t allowed to be together, the way the universe was made is cruel it hurt.

a/n : i’m about to cause so much pain so i’m sorry in advance 🕴

listen to :

this world was cruel, that much was clear.

one couple in a thousand are fated to be apart, the thought didn’t scare you much since people in love always find a way, right?

when you touch your soulmates hands for the first time you feel a little spark, like electricity but for 1 couple out of 1000 they’d get thrown apart, quite literally thrown apart. they’d repel like the opposite ends of a magnet.

reading people’s experience on the matter broke your heart, people fated to be together only for their wishes to become nothing but that, wishes.

the same happened to your aunt and uncle, they’re together but apart, not allowed to touch eachother without being repelled apart. you watched it firsthand and it hurt seeing them live so happily apart in this unfair world.

your other uncle was no other then pro-hero all might, he raised you from the age of 3, your parents died when you were young, in a villain attack. they died fighting and their last wish was for you, their daughter to grow up a happy child in the care of your fathers brother, all might.

your uncle is an amazing guardian, he was nervous but he taught you everything he knows, your wish is to be a pro-hero exactly like him, exactly like your parents and that’s what he wanted for you as well even if there were dangers who was he to say no to your dream?

he trained you carefully, your quirk was powerful and sometimes hard to manage when not in control of your emotions, your quirk is telekinesis, you can lift yourself into the air with enough power and your hands stabilise the quirk, your nose bleeds when you start overusing it and you get lightheaded but with the help of all might you slowly got better at handling the power.

-> FIRST DAY OF UA

‘y/n you’re up next’ you walked up to where your class teacher aizawa was standing, steadying your feet a little you flicked the ball into the air only above your hand and then using your mind and hand you shot it up into the sky, everyone watched in amazement as you got the best score by barely trying. your eyes locked with a blondes, his eyes stood out, they glistened gold and crimson in the sun dancing in the light hitting his face but you looked away feeling your face heat up at his looks. ‘hey y/n right? you did amazing out there my names mina ashido!’ you smiled at her friendliness, ‘hi, you did pretty great too’.

-> HIM

as the months went on you caught yourself staring more and more at a certain blonde, sometimes you caught him staring back. it was no secret that you’re attractive anyone with eyes could see that, someone had recorded you trying to regain your breath during the sports festival and it went viral. when you caught him staring at you from across the table, you simply smirked at him before going back to talking to denki and mina.

at first you thought your attraction to him was only because of his looks, until you started getting to know the boy underneath. he’s caring, he’s thoughtful, he would never say it but he is. you noticed when he would do things for others, when you all moved into the dorms after the USJ attack you started to notice his small gestures to show he cares, they may not be big but you noticed.

in his eyes you are incredible, he often thought about your strength, physically and mentally. everyone thinks that you’re lucky because you got to learn from all might but they never thought about the circumstances in which you got there, your parents died but you still fought on. at first you were closed off, until you became friends with mina who introduced you to the bakusquad, you all clicked immediately. your sarcastic humour paired with their loud and bakugous equally sarcastic humour fit like a puzzle.

-> love birds

‘hey idiot, come here’, it was 8pm and the dekusquad had sneaked out to watch the sunset along the beach. you hopped down from the railing and traced it with the tip of your fingers before reaching him, ‘what is it blasty’, you looked at him, the crimson sky faded along with pink, the sun only illuminating the colour onto his face making him look beautiful he looks pretty , she looks pretty. if only you could hear eachothers thoughts.

‘look at them’ you looked down from the perch to see denki kicking water at kirishima and sero as mina threw wet sand balls at them both, you giggled at the sight, even her laugh is pretty he thought.

‘hey love birds!! get down here!’ the pink haired girl yelled.

‘SHUT UP PINKIE’ neither of you denied it, maybe because that’s what you wanted.

you all sneaked back into the dorms when it got dark, you clicked your phone ‘12am’ you whispered to your friends, thankfully no one snitched on you. the wooden floors creaked a little as you made your way to your room, you grabbed your towel and slipped off your clothes before slipping into the shower, once you got out you threw on a large hoodie which almost went down to your knees. ‘y/nn bakugou is being annoying can you help’ denki pouted making grabby hands at you. after agreeing you skipped downstairs to see the boy nagging over the dishes, smiling a little you walked over to him.

you started cleaning up the dishes he was nagging about as he made you all food since you were all hungry from the beach. ‘thanks’ you grinned hearing those words leave his mouth, even if they were quiet ‘what was that blasty?’ he glared at you ‘i will deck you’ you stifled a laugh at his words as your eyes connecting with his crimson ones for a second, both of your eyes widened looking into the others before you quickly went back to the task at hand.

he just has pretty eyes.. that’s it fuck, no i don’t like her, fuck.

———

falling in love with katsuki bakugou was not in your plans, but the way the blonde haired boy fussed about cleaning and things that you’d think he’d give no care to struck you. the way he’d pick a stray fluff or hair off kirishimas clothes but not tell him, the way he’d use his anger to mask him affection. it all endeared you, but why?

maybe it was the night you went to the beach, when he looked down at your friends messing around like it’d be the last time he’s seeing them, or the way he looked at you when you sneezed with a grin on his face,

‘why are you smiling at that’

‘you sounded like a fuckin cat’,

was it because of his eyes, his stupid pretty crimson eyes telling you to come closer, telling you to kiss him. — or the night he looked after you when you got drunk in the dorms, you had drunk a little too much and felt yourself feeling sick, before you knew it you’d ran upstairs to your bathroom and started vomiting into the toilet, he followed you and lifted your hair out of your face, ‘idiot take these’ he handed you some medicine for the pain in your head. — and he stayed with you that night so you wouldn’t be sick by yourself.

it’s been almost two years since you caught feelings for him. two years since you fell dangerously in love with the angry blonde boy.

———

today you were attacked by the league of villains while training and everything was okay, you were fighting alongside him, while you were fighting back to back you hadn’t noticed the villain to the side of you, he was aiming for bakugou, you did what you could in the moment and took the hit for him. you didn’t know what the persons quirk did but it didn’t seem to affect to you at all. ‘IDIOT GRAB MY HAND’ you quickly shook your head to get rid of the dizzy feeling taking place and grabbed his hand.

as soon as you defeated everyone you gathered near the front of the facility and that’s when you felt it. feelings from your past, the pain of having zero to very little memories of your parents, the pain of everyone but you knowing them, most of all the anger. you screamed crouching to the ground throwing your hands over your ears trying to get rid of the emotions they were overwhelming and painful. bakugou told aizawa that you got hit with a quirk but it didn’t do anything, he ran over as soon as he heard you scream.

‘y/n!, can you hear me.. fuck what’s happening’ you squeezed your eyes shut yelling out again as the stabbing feeling covered your body like needles, aizawa tried erasing the quirk but it was no use.

you gasped for air as the pain finally stopped and opened your eyes, ‘FUCK YOU SCARED ME SO FUCKING MUCH’ you smiled weakly as you realised he’s cradling you, — your eyes change colour when you see your soulmate in their most vulnerable state — ‘wait what is-’ you looked up at his words to see his crimson eyes replaced by your [c] ones, your own eyes now crimson, in only 5 seconds his eyes turned back to crimson as yours turned back to [c].

‘bakugou’ you were afraid to look at his expression, he tilted your head up and he smiled at you ‘i’m glad it’s you, i’m so fuckin glad it’s you’ you beamed at him as tears welled up in the base of your eyes.

that night you were planning on going on a date together, just you and him. mina and denki were sat on your bed crying and screaming about what happened, ‘ugh the way you looked at eachother makes me want a relationship!!’ she sobbed as her lips formed a pout, you laughed at her antics as denki did your eyeliner for you. ‘is this okay?’ you went for very ‘you’ clothes and you were pretty satisifed with your outfit, smiling you turned to them. ‘now this isn’t fair how do you look good in everything’ you scoffed before booping the pink girl.

you had butterflies in your stomach before even meeting him, the way he made you feel nervous but ecstatic. ‘hey’ you turned at the voice, smiling when you noticed you accidentally matched, you wore a black jumper with a skull on it as he wore his black skull t-shirt. you both noticed this and smiled.

‘gonna keep staring at me dumbass, come on?’

you walked after him smiling at his eagerness, ‘where are we going blasty’ he quickly looked up at the stars before saying ‘to see some memories’. after 10 minutes of walking you noticed the beach, it was the same one you came to with your friends, the one where you watched the sunset together, when you were oblivious to the others feelings. you talked and laughed about how oblivious you both were,

‘i kinda knew it was you, i think, i don’t know it’s fuckin weird.. i saw you and i just, knew?’

your heart did backflips at his words, ‘when i first saw you, at the first day of UA, you caught my eye maybe it was the pretty red eyes or the angry face-’

‘I DONT HAVE AN ANGRY FACE’ even his anger made you fall for him.

you’re down bad, you both are.

after your walk along the beach you talked more and walked until you realise it had been hours and you should be getting back to the dorms, somehow this entire time you hadn’t touched hands, it’s not that you didn’t want to you were just so immersed in talking to him it felt like you could talk to him forever.

as you got back to the dorms you stood outside the door and edged closer to him, his eyes sparkled just like they did that day, he entwined his hands with yours.

but instead of feeling the spark you felt a jolt, like a pain and you both pushed apart like magnets.

‘wait.. What, no this isn’t happening i held you this morning, what fucking changed’ he looked at you hurt and in shock, you couldnt breath, it was happening, the one you love but never be able to touch.

‘y/n, don’t fucking cry i’m here, i’m still here’.

‘but you’re not, it’s like we have an invisible box around each other you’ll never be able to hold me, or kiss me’ it was like you couldn’t feel anything but you felt everything at the same time.

‘there’s gotta be a reason, i held you fucking hours ago y/n, maybe it’s that fuckers quirk’

‘bakugou this is what happened to my aunt and uncle, they were fine for the first couple hours until i-it happened’

‘you deserve someone you can hold’

‘but i want you, you’re my fucking soulmate don’t be stupid’

‘you cant even fucking touch me bakugou’

‘call me blasty again.’

‘what?’

‘please’

his eyes were filling with tears, threatening to spill.

‘bakugou, i’m sorry, i love you’

‘then we’ll make this work’

‘we can’t blasty, you know we can’t’

A/N :

🕴i am very sorry for the pain i have caused i made myself cry

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[freckleslikestars]

Spes Nova

House of Mirth fic, Lily finds out she’s pregnant

2680 words, read here on AO3

She’d been finding herself coming over dizzy and nauseous more and more frequently over the recent weeks; a dark, foreboding cloud hanging over her as she tried to hide it from her husband, her fear of illness threatening the comfortable peace they had built together. She had feared consumption as her health failed her before, and whilst it had been nearly a year since Seldon had taken her from the boarding house she had been fading away in, restoring the colour in her cheeks and the life in her body, given how weak she had been feeling her fear was never far from her mind.

And so, with a heart heavy with guilt at keeping secrets from her husband she made a call for the same doctor as her aunt always used to visit her whilst Lawrence was at work. Should the prognosis be bad, she would prefer to come to peace with it on her own terms. The less he knew, the less it would pain him.

Which is how she found herself pacing the length of her and Lawrence’s bedroom in her nightgown, gnawing nervously on her thumbnail and at every pass of the window checking out of it to see for the doctor’s arrival.

Daisy, the young daughter of a client of Lawrence’s, had been hired by him during the daytime as a housemaid – she cooked and cleaned and supported Lily in running the house whilst her wage paid off her father’s debts – and had been pottering around downstairs to keep out of the way of Lily whilst still keeping an ear out for the doctor at the door. She’d been sworn to secrecy by Mrs Seldon, told that she must answer the door as soon as it rang and to turn away anyone but the doctor, and instructed to bring him straight up to the bedchamber. No word was to be said to Mr Seldon, not until her mistress had figured out her plan of action, at least. She could hear Lily upstairs, the repetitive creak of floorboards circuiting the room above the parlour. She was broken from her worrying by a ring of the doorbell and she hurried to let the doctor in, smiling at him politely and leading him upstairs.

He was a kindly old man, one Lily remembered fondly from her childhood, though she had not been paid a visit by him in years, having avoided doctors for fear of the truth. She nodded him to the armchair in the corner of the room as she took a seat at the end of her bed, unable to sit still long before she was plucking at her nightgown and jiggling her knee.

‘Mrs Seldon, you are unwell?’

‘I fear I am,’ she nodded, looked away, ‘I fear I have consumption.’

He narrowed his eyes, viewed her pale visage, ‘tell me some of your symptoms,’ he took out a stethoscope from his bag, nodding to encourage her to talk.

‘I have felt very lightheaded for the last month or so, and coming over feeling so dreadfully sick. I am so tired all the time, so drained, and whilst I am so hungry I cannot eat anything and keep it down.’

‘Hmm,’ he murmured, shifting to sit next to her and holding the drum of the stethoscope towards her, ‘may I?’ she nodded and he placed it to her chest, listening intently, ‘deep breath for me? And another?’ he listened with a frown then moved it to her back, motioning for her to breathe in again. ‘Your lungs sound fine, Mrs Seldon. Have you been feeling any pain recently? Any pain you are unused to?’

She was shaking her head when she froze, changing her response, ‘yes, my stomach sometimes.’

He nodded and smiled kindly at her, ‘lay down, and I shall take a look.’ She got herself comfortable on the bed, watching him hawkishly, shyly as he contemplated her for a moment before placing a bony hand on her stomach with light pressure. ‘Does it hurt here?’ he asked as he palpated it, moving when she shook her head over to the other side of her stomach, ‘here?’

‘That is where it usually hurts, yes.’

‘Okay. I’m going to perform a pelvic exam – I have some ideas as to what may be causing your sickness, and this will help me.’

Panic laced through her eyes, ‘am I going to die?’

‘Not yet, I hope,’ he smiled softly at her, ‘knees up.’ He situated himself, telling her to continue to breathe before he began his exam. ‘When did your blood come in last, Mrs Seldon?’

‘Oh, uh, a month or two ago?’ her eyes were fixed on the ceiling and her hands fisting the sheets as she tried to maintain even breaths and ignore the chill of her doctor’s fingers, ‘but they are never regular for me like other girls have them. It is not unusual for them to not come.’

‘Hmm,’ his brow furrowed, ‘you have regular intercourse with your husband, I assume?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, her cheeks colouring.

He removed his hand and stood, washing his hands in the basin by the window, ‘you may sit up, Mrs Seldon.’

‘It’s bad, isn’t it?’

‘No, not at all,’ he returned himself to the chair, ‘you have a corpus luteum, a cyst on your ovary.’

‘That does not sound good.’

‘Well, it can be not good. Or, it can be very good. They are often a normal part of the menstrual cycle, however, I believe in this case it is something more,’ he smiled at her, ‘given your fatigue and nausea and faintness, I believe you may be pregnant. It is early days still, you understand, so there is no guarantee, but there is nothing to suggest you cannot be hopeful.’

‘Right,’ she nodded, stunned. ‘Lawrence – he has been so eager for a family. I just didn’t think I would be able to.’

‘Hm, well. There is a coalition of midwives who work in the area of whom I can get the details of for you, and they are capable of providing you with any information around diet, exercise, childbirth and anything else you have questions about.’

‘So I’m not dying?’

‘Well, whilst the risk of complications from childbirth are high, you are not actively dying,’ he flashed a smile at her, patted her hand and stood up. ‘Congratulations, Mrs Seldon.’

‘Uh, thank you,’ stood, called for Daisy to see him out, as she returned to her bed and lay down, letting the shock of the matter wash over her.

Pregnant. There was a child inside of her. A whole child; a person in its own right, inside of her. She knew of course that it was a possibility, and they had discussed it, her and Lawrence, but still, the idea of it actually happening was a little more than she could fathom.

A knock on the door and Daisy poked her head around, ‘do you need me to get anything, Ma’am?’

‘I think perhaps a cup of tea to soothe my nerves would do me good.’

‘Of course,’ she nodded and ducked away again, leaving Lily in her quiet contemplation.

~~~

She sent Daisy home with a soft smile and quite dismissal, wishing to wander the house in solitude as she imagined how her life would change, mulling over her fears of letting her child down as her parents let her down. But the more she mused, the more her hand and eyes kept trailing down to her flat belly, thinking about her husband and the life they created together. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to tell him, have him hold her and love her and worship her.

A child, half her and half Lawrence – what could be more perfect?

After restlessly walking the house she decided to bathe, figuring it would calm her, and so she drew a lavender oil bath and soaked herself in the fragrant warmth, finding her mind wandering to her husband, and how he would react when she told him, how his happiness would manifest. Her memory flashes on their honeymoon at Carry Fisher’s coastal summer home, just a short talk of having children leading to such a passionate session of making love and the requirement to call a piano tuner.

The more she thought on it the more her desire built, and whilst she allowed momentarily her fingers to trail down to her core beneath the water, she knew without a doubt before even starting that she would not be satisfied by just her fingers and wanted to wait until her husband was by her side. And so, with a long-suffering sigh, she withdrew her hands from the water to avoid temptation and tried to sink into the warmth of the water until it started to cool, at which point she grabbed a towel and dried herself off before she headed to her wardrobe.

Loath to put on a corset – she’d been wearing them looser the past couple of weeks, her breasts having been feeling tender, for why she now understood – she ran her fingers across the fabrics of her dresses and wondered if any of them could be tailored to fit her soon to be expanding body or if she’d have to invest in new dresses. She feared it would be the latter, and whilst she knew Lawrence did not care if she were to go out and buy a whole wardrobe of new dresses, so long as it was with their means, the idea felt nauseating; loathsome to her, especially when they had a baby to think about the cost of now, as well.

Feeling disheartened at the thought of having to buy maternity clothes, she shut the wardrobe without dressing and walked over to the long mirror she used to help her dress. She pouted at her appearance; her mane of tangling red curls was more unruly than ever, she had a spot on her chin that she hadn’t the energy to cover with powder and her cheeks were flushed an unattractive pink. Now she looked, though, her breasts did seem larger, having more of a swell to them than they usually did; her areola slightly darker. She wondered if Lawrence had noticed.

She turned to her side, tilted her head and pouted again at the flatness of her stomach. She used her index finger to tickle the soft natural curve of it, whispered, ‘are you in there, little baby?’

She shook her head, scoffed at herself, and decided to forgo clothes, or at least perhaps her dresses. Looking through Lawrence’s wardrobe for something more comfortable she rolled her eyes at how starched each of his shirts was – she’d have to talk to Daisy about reducing the amount she used – and found herself toying with his ties. These were softer, not being washed and starched so often, and she brought one to her nose, inhaling deeply. It smelt like him, his musk, and god she missed him. He’d only been at work for six hours but how desperately she craved him, needed him home beside her.

She wrapped his tie around her neck and fell back onto their bed, nestling her face into his pillow and finding her hands trailing down her body again. She had resisted in the bath, but what was the harm of some pleasure when she was alone and needed it so desperately?

~~~

The house was silent when he entered. No sounds of Daisy cooking or scrubbing, no sounds of Lily talking or playing the piano. Perhaps she was unwell – she hadn’t been looking too good recently, though she’d artfully dodged his questions each time he worried over her. A deep sense of dread filled him as he called out for her.

‘I’m up here, my love,’ her voice filtered through the floorboards and down the stairs, the volume disguising the husk of her arousal, though he could still detect a hint of it: he smirked. So that was how this was going to go. He took the steps two at a time, heading to his study first to drop off his briefcase before joining her in their bedchamber. Or, at least, that was the plan. But the sight of her in his office chair, legs folded with feet propped up on his desk as she read from a small volume, wearing his tie. And only his tie.

‘Lily?’

‘Hmm?’ she didn’t look up from her book, merely quirked an eyebrow.

‘You are in my chair.’

‘Yes, my love, I am.’

‘You are wearing my tie.’

‘That, too, is correct,’ a grin pulled at the corner of her mouth and she licked it away.

‘My darling, you are naked.’

‘Hm, well spotted,’ she nodded, looked up at him finally.

He gave her a humoured, bemused smile, shook his head and walked into the room properly, placed his briefcase down by his desk and then knelt beside her, tugging the chair around so her feet dropped from the table and he could perch his chin on her knees, ‘care to tell me why you are naked?’

‘Because I have a present for you.’

‘A present? For me?’

‘Uh-huh,’ she nodded, a cheeky grin blossoming on her face as she ran a hand through his hair and stood up before him.

‘And this required you to be naked?’ he gazed up in wonder at her.

‘Well, I figured it would be more efficient this way. Kneel up slightly,’ she nodded when he was at the right height, ‘lean forwards.’ His nose touched her belly button and she giggled lightly, ‘ta-da!’ she whispered softly as her hands ran through his hair and she looked down at him, ‘happy almost anniversary.’

‘Lily, I don’t... understa-‘ she watched as it clicked in his eyes, as he pressed tender, loving kisses to the pale flesh of her belly, ‘you are not joking, are you, my love? I do not think I could take it if you are.’

‘No. No, the doctor came today. It’s early days, he said, but he is relatively optimistic.’

‘Oh, my Lily, my love. A baby? Truly?’ he gazed up at her tearfully from where he was clung to her midriff and she nodded, sniffing.

He let out a sob, his tears dampening her stomach, and she sank to her knees atop his, pressing their foreheads together, ‘you are happy, aren’t you Lawrence? Only you are crying when I expected you to ravage me.’

He choked out a watery laugh and nuzzled his face into hers, ‘I can think of nothing that could make me happier than I am right now. You have made me the happiest man alive, Lily,’ he kissed her - wetly, given the tears on both of their cheeks – and held her, thanking every deity he could think of that he had found her in time last year, that he had even met this miraculous woman all those years ago, and that she deigned to love him. Something she said came back to him and he pulled away to look at her, ‘is ravaging what you want right now?’

‘It was. Nearly all afternoon it is all I have thought about,’ she hesitated.

‘But?’ he prompted.

‘All I honestly want right now is you to hold me. And maybe a short nap.’

‘Hm, I think I can manage that. Come on, let’s get more comfortable,’ they stood together, helping one another off the floor, and he took her hand as they made their way to their bedroom, where she loosened first the tie around his neck and pulled it off him, and then repeated the action with the tie around her own. He nodded for her to settle on the bed whilst he stripped off his clothes, folding each article neatly before smiling over at her and climbing into bed, spooning up behind her and covering her belly with his hand. ‘Lily?’

‘Hm?’

‘What was the tie all about?’

‘It smelt like you. And I figured it might cinch the deal.’

He laughed, ‘the deal never needs cinching, Lily. Not with you.’

[snarkwrites]

ssw | pietro maximoff; you make my heart beat faster. [ suggestive ]

Notes:

Okay, so.. This is kind of a follow up to the one shot I wrote a few months ago, happy birthday. So this picks up the next day. Idk where this idea came from or if it even makes sense when read immediately after that one, but ah well. My brain kept nagging at me to write the thing so I wrote the thing.

[ happy birthday ] for those who haven't read it already.

The translation: ty chuvstvuyesh', chto delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok = "do you feel what you're doing to me, kitten?" loosely via Google translate.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

the daydream of him inside you // seeing the bulge in his pants // you make my heart beat faster. - those were all the prompts / inspiration used to write this.

Fandom / Character:

MCU / Pietro Maximoff x Barton!OFC, Nicola.

Other Writing Nicola / Pietro can be found in:

[ happy birthday ] + several other oooold posts way back on the blog I think. I wanna write a fic for them one day. We shall see, though.

Warnings:

[ NSFW. Absolutely no minors.] If you're underage, this was not written for you -nor should you be reading it. If you choose to keep reading, this is strictly a you problem. I can't do anything about it. I warned you.

Things you need to be warned about before reading: implied sexual encounter.

Yes. I realize that I don't go full into writing out the scene. But there's enough here that anyone underage has zero business reading it. So, I'm warning you guys now.

Tagging:

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@kyleoreillysknee

@micolegg

@mrsstevenbuchananstark

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[ ABOUT MY WRITING | TAG LIST DOC - IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, THAT IS. ]

“Are you feeling okay? You’ve barely touched your food, Nicola.”

My mom’s concerned question cut through my thoughts and I made myself smile, nodding. Taking a bite as I replied through a mouthful, “I’m fine. Was just thinking. That’s all.”

“About?” my mom eyed me expectantly. Hints of an amused smile played at her lips. I hesitated for a moment. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost swear that somehow she knew something was up.

,, would it be a stretch to think so? One, she is my mom and two, I’ve been acting skittish and just plain out of it all damn day...” the thought came and as quickly as it did, I shoved it down in the depths of my brain.

I shrugged. “ Nothing in particular.” I gave the vaguest answer I could come up with. If she had one tenth of a clue what I’d really been thinking about just now, I’m honestly not sure how she’d react to it.

I’d been replaying last night over and over again in my mind all day. Every single part of me was dying to ask Pietro if it meant anything or not but at the same time, every single part of me was also scared to death to do that very thing. The one or two times we’d been alone with each other today and I did try, the words got stuck in my throat. And he wasn’t behaving any differently than he normally did, so I kind of just… Let it go. Started to convince myself that making the two of us love the night before was just a one time thing. As my best friend Simone would put it, “Sometimes, you just need to scratch that itch.”

The whole problem with her theory is that even now, having scratched this particular itch.. I wanted to do it again. And again.

I wanted so much more than that too. The brief glimpse I’d gotten of Pietro beneath the sarcasm and the flirty swagger the night before completely did me in. I’d gone from trying hard to keep him at arms length to falling head over feet in love with him and knowing this drove me crazy.

I felt someone staring at me.

I looked up just as Pietro was looking down. Pouting to myself a little, I reached out to grab the spoon in the bowl of mashed potatoes to scoop another serving onto my plate. Pietro reached for the spoon at the same time and when our hands brushed, I felt this little jolt.

He moved his hand but not until he’d let it linger against mine for a second or two. His gaze not leaving mine for the entirety of it. Under the table, my thighs clenched tight. I could see his hands all over me again in my head. Feel his cock buried deep inside me.

I went from a little wet to full on soaked between the mental imagery and the brush of his hand against mine. My stomach coiled.

My body tensed a little.

I dropped my gaze first, busying myself with putting more potatoes on my plate. Pietro kept watching me.

My parents were talking at the head of the table as my mom fed Nathaniel some smushed peas and carrots... My little sister scarfed down her food and then shot out of her chair and out the backdoor to go play a game of tag with my brother in the backyard before it got to dark to play and they had to come inside.

I dared to glance up from shoveling food into my mouth and Pietro gave a teasing wink. Biting his lip as he openly fucked me with his eyes.

And there it went.. The lazy flip flop of my stomach. And no matter what I tried, I couldn’t tear my eyes out of the ocean blue depths of his.

I couldn’t take any more of the torture that was being around him and not having the courage to ask what I was dying to know so I stood and grabbed my plate as soon as I finished eating, making my way into the kitchen to put it in the sink.

I went ahead and washed it while I stood there. I was just drying the plate and about to put it away in the cabinet overhead when I felt Pietro’s muscular body press against me from behind. Wordlessly, he took the plate from my hand and sat it on the top of the stack inside. I turned to face him.

This put us body to body.

I swallowed hard. My mouth opened and closed and for about five or six seconds, I willed myself to say something. Do something.

But I couldn’t bring myself to. Because as much as I was dying to know whether last night was a one time thing or if there was really something between us… Parts of me were scared to death that if I asked, I wouldn’t like the answer.

And that kept me quiet.

Pietro’s hand raised. Reaching out. Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes. I barely restrained a whimper at the touch. His eyes flashed a brighter blue and his head tilted slightly as he stared down at me.

Lost in thought.

His hips pressed into mine harder. When I felt the bulge in his jeans, I took a few shaky breaths. His hand rested on my hip, squeezing. Digging the tips of his fingers into it. He leaned down slightly and his mouth grazed the shell of my ear as he asked, “ty chuvstvuyesh', chto ty delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok?” in a breathless whisper.

If I thought I was wet before, hearing him speak to me in his native tongue had me soaked. Absolutely flooded. The only word I could pick out of whatever he’d asked was kitten. And as usual, when he called me kitten, my heart fluttered just a little more in my chest. He rocked himself into me clumsily and I sucked in a breath.

“Pietro.” I muttered. I was right on the verge of asking him what he’d just said. And asking him about what the night before truly was, if he felt anything or if it just kinda… happened. But just as I thought I’d finally be able to get the words out, it’s like my brain froze up all over again. I frowned at myself in frustration and sighed, shaking my head. “Nothing. It’s silly.”

I heard my dad calling my name from the next room, so I stepped away from Pietro reluctantly and went to leave the kitchen. Pietro grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place for a few seconds. Staring down at me.

“ I need to talk to you later, kotenok. Alone.”

All I could do was nod. Tell him that I was going to go up to my room in a few minutes.

He nodded.

I stepped away and walked into the next room, only barely managing to pull myself together enough to talk to my parents without either one of them seeming to be aware of just how flustered I truly was.

As soon as I got done talking to my dad, I made my way upstairs. Shutting the door to my room and leaning against it just to hopefully pull myself together.

I still couldn’t.

I flopped across my bed, picking up the Anatomy book and my notebook, preparing to start studying again for the final I had coming up soon and just as I settled into it, there were two knocks at my bedroom door.

I slipped off the bed, wandering over to the door. Opening it.

Pietro leaned in the doorway, gazing down at me. That hungry look in his eyes again.

I stepped out of the doorway and let him into my room, shutting the door behind me. When I turned around to face him, we were body to body. Leaning into me, he put a hand against the door, just above my head. I could feel him straining even harder against his jeans. His other hand raised, resting against the side of my face. Cradling my cheek as he closed the distance between our mouths.

I started out with my palm down. Determined to keep distance between us until I finally worked up the courage to ask my question, hear my dreaded answer and be done, but by the time his tongue slipped past my lips and started to trace my teeth, I was clutching at the front of his fitted black shirt instead. He nipped at my bottom lip, tugging until I felt it swelling under pressure. The kiss deepened until I got so lightheaded I thought I’d melt.

He seemed to sense this because he crushed me against him and the hand cupping my face drifted down. Skimming down my side. Stopping at my hip.

The kiss finally broke so we could breathe and we pulled apart; breathless. Staring at each other quietly. Wide-eyed.

“Kotenok…” he muttered softly. Fondly. His voice dying away as he stared down at me like he was lost in thought. Trying to say something.

“What’s up?” I mumbled, my stomach flipping and flopping lazily.

“Last night was..” he went quiet on me again and I tensed a little, bracing myself for him to continue. Preparing myself in the event that what he was about to say wasn’t what I longed to hear.

So it shocked me when he was closing the distance between our mouths all over again as he muttered in a lust-filled whisper, “Last night was more than just sex. You make me feel things that I haven’t before, kotenok.”

My breath caught in my throat and I didn’t realize it until I finally took a breath and it was shaky. I gazed up at him, letting his words sink in. Trying to wrap my head around it. I went to say something, to tell him that I felt the same way and I didn’t do what we’d done last night often, but he pressed the side of his finger against my lips, silencing me and continued to speak.

“You make my heart beat faster.” he took hold of the hand I had rested against his chest, placing it over his heart. I gasped quietly as I looked up at him again and saw the way he was looking back down at me, a look of pure and total adoration.

He looked nervous as hell. Fidgeting a little. Not quite sure what to do with his hands after he moved one off my hip and let go of my hand with the other. He went to step away, swearing under his breath and I realized that he wanted me to react somehow.

I pressed against him from behind. My hand wrapping around his where it lingered on the knob to my bedroom door. “Don’t go. Please?” I asked in a hushed whisper. Pietro turned around and when he did, I melted against him. Raising my arms to wrap them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through a thick mess of platinum blond. Tugging at it as I rose to tiptoe and crashed my mouth against his. Laughing softly when our noses bumped and our lips connected all over again; hungry. Desperate. Frenzied.

He reached down, twisting the lock on my door knob so that it was locked and no one could come in by accident. A low growl rose up from the depths of his chest, hanging in the air between us only to be swallowed by the kiss as our mouths reconnected and it deepened. I rubbed myself against him clumsily. Needy.

His hands locked across my ass and he slipped me up his body, stepping over to my bed. Dropping me against my mattress softly and positioning himself on top of me. Pressing his hips into mine. Bucking against me as his mouth strayed from my own, working it’s way down the side of my neck. His lips caught on my pulse, making me shiver and rock myself up into him as I gave a needy whine and raised my legs, squeezing his hips with my knees. The kiss broke and he muttered against my mouth with a teasing grin, “ Think you can be quiet for me, kotenok?”

“ I can try.” I whimpered as his mouth worked down the front of my throat, teeth scraping against skin. Stubble tickling me. Making me cling to him as he snapped his hips against me and his hands moved down between us, catching in the hem of my shirt. He pulled me up to a sitting position and pulled my shirt off, tossing it onto my bedroom floor. I tugged at his shirt, whining impatiently and he chuckled. Nipping softly at my bottom lip as he teased, “Patience.”

“Pietro.” I pleaded.

He tugged his shirt over his head, letting it settle on the floor near mine. And then he was leaning in. His hands moving up my sides. Stopping to squeeze my breasts, growling to himself quietly before reaching around. Hooking a thick digit beneath the band of my bra and working the clasps free. He pulled it off, balling it up and tossing it on the floor with the rest of our clothes as he leaned into me even more, my back pressed flat against my bed all over again. He positioned himself on top of me, his body spreading my legs wide and as his head dipped down, my fingers curled in my blanket and thick blond hair.

His mouth worked across my collarbones. Then lower. He squeezed my tits together, mouth diving down. Latching onto one of my nipples. Tongue circling lazily until he’d teased it to a point and I was squirming beneath him, rocking my hips, desperate for any kind of friction I could get. My fingers caught in the waistband of his jeans and I worked the button and the zipper free. He pulled away and slipped off the bed to shed his jeans and underwear and eyed me hungrily. Leaning down. Meeting my gaze with a mischief filled smirk as he took off my pants. Holding my gaze the entire time.

I kicked my pants free at the ankle and he was on top of me again. The tip of his thick cock brushing right against my fabric covered crotch as he bucked into me and muttered against my mouth, “Are you ready for me, kotenok?”

“Please?” I begged breathlessly, barely managing to keep my voice a whisper as I did so. When he smirked at me as if he were pleased with himself, I realized exactly what his goal was.

He wanted to see just how close he could get me to getting loud.

I pouted up at him and he chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re being a tease. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Oh?” he muttered, his hand disappearing between us. Slipping into my panties. Fingers working me open. Burying deep in my throbbing, wet sex. I arched my back and gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at it as I rocked against his hand.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted him buried to the hilt inside of me. Now.

But Pietro was in a teasing mood tonight. Something told me that the more I begged, the more he was going to prolong it. And if I didn’t beg? He’d prolong it.

I was absolutely fucked.

One way or another, he was going to have me screaming his name by the end of the night.

[annabethy]

under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 18: presents

Character A and Character B save Christmas,, percabeth

Percy has never felt as much horror as he does right now. He’s staring at the back of his closet, in complete terror, his heart dropping to the floor. He can’t breathe or hear or see because there’s supposed to be ten presents and he counts nine.

There was a doll missing. An expensive, eating, talking doll that was all his daughter wanted in life. He swears that he had gotten his daughter the present she wanted most, except apparently, he didn’t because it’s not there.

He tries to think about what to do, but the reality of the situation is he really can’t do anything. He’s pretty sure every four-year-old girl on this planet wanted the doll he thought he had sitting in the closet for Christmas. There’s approximately zero chance he’s going to be able to get his hands on it only five days before Christmas, so. He’s screwed.

Percy thinks he has to at least try anyways. He’d nearly ruined Christmas last year because he hadn’t known how to wrap presents, and his neighbor had to help him at three in the morning, which was embarrassing to say the least. He’s determined to not fail that badly this year, and that’s exactly why he’s standing back outside that same neighbor’s door after dropping his daughter off at school.

“I need help,” is the first thing he says when the door swings open.

“Good morning to you too,” Annabeth says.

“I messed up,” he breathes, but he steps forwards to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “I need your help. Desperately.”

“What did you do?”

“You know that doll that my kid’s been talking about for months?”

“The one I have sitting in the back of my car for mine, I’m sure.”

He pauses. “You have one?!”

“You don’t?”

He whines, “I thought I did but turns out I completely forgot to get it.”

She laughs in his face.

“This isn’t funny. This is a Christmas crisis.”

“Yeah. You fucked up.”

“You’re my girlfriend. Aren’t you supposed to help me?”

“Five days before Christmas?” She snorts. “Good luck.”

Percy runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated. “Our girls are at school, so I need you to go shopping with me.”

“What good am I going to be for a doll that you’re going to have to murder someone to get your hands on it?” “Well, you tend to murder people with your eyes. It used to be scary, but now it’s useful.”

“Your master plan is to unleash me in a store so I can commit homicide over a toy?”

“I don’t care what you do as long as we get that doll, so come on.” He waves his keys in her face. “Get in the car.”

She gives him a humored look and opens her door wider. “Come in. I’m going to need a minute.”

Annabeth actually ends up needing twenty minutes, something he helpfully reminds her of as she’s getting dressed. His rush definitely doesn’t stop him from enjoying the view, but the shirt that she throws at his face does.

By the time they’re finally out of the house, they are on a mission. Annabeth’s sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and as Percy rightfully predicted, she is out for blood. Her phone is in her hand as she switches from app to app in search of anyone who has the toy.

Percy’s hand grips the steering wheel tightly. Driving in New York in December is not something he’s ever enjoyed doing with the way people drive like animals, but Christmas is in the line, and he too has turned into an animal.

“Any luck?” he asks hopefully, drifting down the highway.

“A store an hour away says they have it in stock,” she says. “Only one left, so drive fast.”

“Make that twenty minutes,” he says, and then he’s stepping on the gas. It’s a lot of switching in and out of lanes because people don’t understand that he has places to be. Every two seconds, Annabeth screaming out a status update, which has startled him enough to almost crash at least twice.

“It’s still in stock!”

“Yes, thank you babe, because I was sure that it had been sold within the last thirty seconds.”

Annabeth mutters something under his breath, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Despite being as stressed as he is that he’s failed as a father for the second year in a row, he surely loves spending time with her like this. She’s such a cutthroat person, and it warms his heart.

“Oh, someone bought it.”

Percy groans. “Of course they did.”

“Keep driving this way. There’s a store thirty minutes ahead that might have it.” Another beat passes. “Never mind.”

“She’s going to hate me,” he says.

“Probably. Even I know it’s the one thing she wanted more than anything.”

“Way to rub it in.”

“I do it because I love you.”

He feels pretty upset, but the words raise his mood instantly. If his daughter disowns him, at least he has the love of his life to help him through it. “I love you too, even though you like to tease me.” “Just keeping you on your toes.” She shifts in the seat and points further down the road. “Take this exit. We’re going to do this old fashioned.”

He listens. “Old fashioned?”

She grins. “We’re going to a toy store.”

The second they walk in, Percy feels like sneezing. It’s a bit dustier than he would like, and the lightest isn’t the best, but there aren’t many people there, so he thinks he at least has a chance of finding the toy. Annabeth slides her hand into his as they stroll around, and he pulls her closer into his side. He tries to keep his eyes looking for the toy, but he quickly learns that it wasn’t going to help. The toys here didn’t seem to be the most up-to-date, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s come to terms that that toy is just not happening. He’ll probably end up compensating for it with an overload of different toys, so he uses this time instead to enjoy time alone with Annabeth. They’re usually with their kids whenever they’re together, and their girls have quickly become best friends (much to his delight — he thinks he might want to marry Annabeth), so it’s nice to be alone outside of the house.

Not that he minds being inside the house alone either, if you know what he means. He thinks there should be a healthy balance.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, bumping his shoulder. He shrugs. “Just disappointed. She was so excited for it.”

“Let’s go try another place then,” she says, turning in his arms. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Let’s just go home and snuggle instead,” he says. “I don’t think we’re going to be finding that toy anytime soon.”

“I don’t mind snuggles,” she tells him, smiling. “But let’s try one more place, yeah? Or we can get something to eat?”

It’s not until she mentions food that he realizes how hungry he really is. He doesn’t remember eating at all that day, too in a rush in the morning, and the afternoon being no different. He kisses her softly again. “Let’s go on a Christmas lunch date.”

That Christmas lunch date ends up being in the front seats of his car, but he’s not picky. They’re in the parking lot of wawa, Annabeth with mac n cheese in her hands, and Percy with a cheeseburger. As she eats, Percy keeps his eyes on her. Everything she does is so cute, including eating, and he doesn’t know if it’s normal to feel this way about someone. Her cheeks are still hinted pink from when they’d been outside ten minutes prior, and she’s still wearing a knitted hat. She looks so warm that he desperately wants to pull her onto his lap and just hold her.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, spoon hovering in front of her mouth.

Percy smiles at her fondly. “You.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” he says. “And you’re so pretty all the time.”

“All the time?”

“All the time,” he confirms, setting his food aside so he can lean towards her, nuzzling his face in her neck. He kisses the soft skin twice. “When you wake up, and when you fall asleep, you’re always so perfect.”

“You watch me sleep?” she teases.

“Sometimes,” he admits. “You don’t stay over every night. Otherwise, I would cuddle you to sleep every day.”

“Sounds dreamy.”

“It would be.” He pulls his head off of her so he can look her in the eyes. Overwhelming love stares back at him, and for a moment, he cannot think of anything except her. She’s so beautiful and perfect, and it’s taken him this long to find her. She’s there for him, and she loves his daughter, and he loves hers. She drops everything to go on a run to save Christmas with him, and he’s in love with her.

He wants to fall asleep to her and wake up to her. Not just sometimes, but every night and every morning. He wants to wake up on Christmas morning to their kids bouncing on their bed to wake their parents up, to share a look with her that screams ‘tired but in love’ with each other and the life they’ve created.

“Move in with me,” he blurts out.

Annabeth laughs. “What?”

“I’m serious,” he says, sitting up straighter. “Let’s move in together. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, and… I want to marry you someday.”

She blinks, and he feels panic take over for a second before she smiles again, teeth sparkling and white. “Percy… are you being serious?” He laughs. “I am.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“I do.”

Annabeth stares at him for a second, unmoving, before she’s rushing forwards, pressing her lips to his. He responds enthusiastically, his heart fluttering, having him feel lightheaded in the best way possible. “Let’s move in together,” she mutters against him, and Percy can’t stop smiling. Teeth clash, but he can’t find it in him to quell the grin.

He’s pretty sure people are walking by outside the car wondering why they’re practically making out in the car, but they stay like that anyways until they can no longer breathe.

“I love you,” he says. “Thank you for trying to help me save Christmas.”

“Help you save Christmas?”

“Mission objective failed. There’s going to be no doll under that tree.”

“Okay, so…” Annabeth’s tongue presses out slightly between her lips as she bites down to smother a smile. “What if I told you that I actually have two of them?”

“I’m sorry. You what?”

“I had a feeling you might forget, so I just got two of them.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know I’m a god.”

“I can’t believe you let me drive around the city for hours for no reason!”

“It wasn’t for no reason! I wanted to spend time with you!”

“We could have spent time together doing something more romantic than panicked Christmas shopping!”

“I didn’t want to do something else,” she says. “This was perfect. More realistic.”

“You’re a little tease, you know that?”

She pokes his cheek, and he nips lightly at her finger. “Yeah, but you still want to move in with me anyways.”

“Now that you’re going to give me the present that saves Christmas? How could I not?”

She leans across the center console so she can kiss him properly. “You could always just marry me instead.”

“The thing is I’m actually considering it,” he says playfully, though he’s telling the truth. “I could get down on one knee right now.”

She grins and kisses him again. “Next Christmas,” she says, sounding a lot like a promise. He doesn’t mind waiting until next Christmas. He has everything he needs right here in front of him. “Next Christmas, I’m going to make you my wife.”

Annabeth’s fingers run through his hair and pull him in closer. “I’ll be waiting,” she says, and Percy just knows they’re going to live an amazing life together.

The person he fell in love with is the person that helped him save Christmas, and he doesn’t mind one bit.

[bubble-booty-cuties]

Tsuyu’s Public Show~ (Commission for Anon) [Tsuyu x Futa Weiss]

Weiss had decided that maybe she needed a bit more experience dealing with faunus after her little debacle with Blake, and that maybe she really was as sheltered as Yang had teased her for after all, once she realized she could count her faunus friends on a single hand. So when Ruby became friends with a new girl and brought her into the group, and she subsequently learned that she was a faunus, Weiss made it her mission to try and befriend the new girl, and to try and shed some light on her own biases.

It was actually quite interesting learning more about the rather stoic(?) girl, and that just by looking at her, you couldn’t quite tell what kind of faunus she was. Well, until she opened her mouth and you saw her extremely long tongue, not to mention the little ‘ribbit’ she let let out sometimes. All in all, Weiss expected a bit more frog from a frog faunus and not, well..

Weiss’s eyes trailed down the froggy girl standing in front of her with her back turned, dressed in their standard Beacon uniform, she’d said yes to Weiss’ offer to come to town with her so she could learn more about her, too bad the Schnee heiress could barely think about anything else but that absolutely fat, round, jiggly pair of juicy cheeks that were barely hidden by her too small skirt. How could this girl be so lewd yet so unemotional?! Weiss could barely go five minutes without looking down at that plump ass she had, and Tsuyu could barely go four without bending over or squatting down like a frog!

Weiss seriously couldn’t rip her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried, which was beginning to be a problem. A long, hard, throbbing problem.

And with that, Weiss found herself in quite the peculiar spot as she took the public bus back to Beacon’s airship with the froggy girl, the entire bus packed full so she was so close to her new faunus friend she could smell her shampoo. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Weiss’ veiny girlcock was currently tenting her panties and skirt in the most obvious way possible, her face bright red as she did everything she could to hide her erection from the public. The catch? She didn’t need to try very hard, considering Tsuyu was just inches in front of her, her massively plump ass so close Weiss could feel the warmth it gave off on her cock.

“Thanks for buying those shoes for me Weiss, you’re really nice.” Tsuyu looked over her shoulder with her ever present straight face, not noticing the tension in Weiss’ shoulders.

“N-No need to thank me, I can afford-hnk~!” Weiss grit her teeth as a sudden bump caused the bus to shake, sending Tsuyu back into Weiss, gently smushing Weiss’s bulge against her plush, plump ass for just a moment of sweet, sweet warmth and jiggle. Weiss couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t stop her own hips from pressing back against that extra meaty ass, to push her hard girlcock even further between those round, fat covered cheeks. She was in heaven for all of 6 seconds before her icy blue eyes snapped open, and she pulled her bulge away from that fat ass, looking at the froggy girl who was still staring over her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She asked, almost as if she didn’t just feel Weiss’ cock throb between her cotton panty covered cheeks, her face still straight as ever. “Your face is red.”

“W-What? Um, y-yes, I’m fine, sorry for worrying you!” Weiss was practically sweating as she felt the entire warmth of Tsuyu’s body so close to hers, her cock demanding she squish it between those thicc cheeks once again.

Tsuyu stared at her for just a bit longer before turning back towards her front, a little “Ribbit.” Escaping her lips as she did so.

Weiss could only sigh in relief as if she just dodged a bullet, even if her cock throbbed and ached angrily, sore from how hard it was from just a few seconds against Tsuyu’s massive, pillowy ass. Well, until the bus rocked once again, and Weiss found her cock sandwiched between those jiggly cheeks even more then before, her own skirt riding passed her bulge so it was merely her panties between her and Tsuyu’s, a dollop of precum already slipping passed the fabric as the train jostled and shook, forcing Weiss to grind her cock between those absolutely plump cheeks, even if the skirt the froggy girl wore hid it from her view.

“H-Hnnng~!” Weiss bit her lip to stifle her moan of pleasure as she felt every single inch of her covered cock disappear between those hot, hungry cheeks, and just as she thought the weight of that ass would pull away again, it didn’t. Instead it stayed, and rocked, and ground against her cock gently yet firmly, practically milking her through her panties and driving her crazy, the tight fabric on her already sore cock making her grit her teeth at the rough feeling.

Weiss’ head fell back and she bit hard onto her knuckle to try and keep silent as her entire cock was swallowed up by those fat asscheeks, each jiggle and wobble sending sparks of stinging pleasure up her cock even as she tried desperately to keep quiet. Looking down, she couldn’t see Tsuyu’s face, she was still looking away, but she was very obviously rocking and bouncing her wide, sultry birthing hips up and down her cock, grinding and rubbing it with nothing but her juicy ass.

Weiss couldn’t believe it, her heart was pounding in her chest, she felt lightheaded, and she could barely focus on anything but the feeling of her clothed cock being smothered in the foggy girl’s mountainous cheeks, a thin line of drool falling down her chin as she tried not to cream her panties, and moan out loud while surrounded by people.

“If you wanted some help you could have just said so.” Weiss’ eyes shot up to see Tsuyu once again staring back at her, face straight and unbothered as she firmly bounced her ass against Weiss’ crotch, grinding her wobbly bubble booty against her lap as if she belonged there.

Weiss would have answered if not for the bus rocking one last time, sending the weak in the knees Weiss onto her butt and into the empty seat behind her, the pillow princess’s face bright red as she gasped for breath, right up until she saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

Tsuyu followed the fallen Heiress and backed up in front of her, bending far over and lifting her own skirt to shove her extremely fat, round, creamy smooth twin planets right in her face. Those hungry cheeks were covered by skin tight cotton white panties, hungrily swallowed up the cleft of her ass and perfectly framing both cheeks as they were shoved inches from Weiss’ face.

“I used to help my friends out all the time like this.” Tsuyu said, completely uncaring of the stares she was getting with her fat ass out and uncovered by her skirt, bent over and gently wiggling her ass at a very obviously rock hard girl’s face.

“Ts-Tsuyu, we’re in public!” Weiss would love to say she told the froggy faunus girl to pull her skirt down and act proper, but Weiss couldn’t rip her eyes away form those massive globes of meaty ass, perfectly round and just begging to get smacked. Then, Weiss nearly passed out from the blood rushing to her cock as her new faunus friend bounced her ass in that familiarly slutty way, then again, and again, Weiss couldn’t look away as Tsuyu began twerking and jiggling her fat ass right in her face, both globes rippling and jiggling like jello inches in front of her nose as people stared in shock.

“Ribbit.” Was the only response as she began really twerking her ass for her, those two mounds of cake obviously sweaty from a day out, and deliciously jiggly. And Tsuyu didn’t just wait for Weiss to grow a back bone and grab them with both hands, instead Tsuyu pushed her extra wide hips back and began smothering Weiss’ head between her cheeks, her entire face sandwiched between her sweaty asscheeks as she began twerking and bouncing her ass even harder, grinding the heiress’s face in her hot bubble booty like she’d begged for it to happen.

Weiss was on cloud nine, and she just couldn’t come down. Her cock was harder then it ever has been, and she could feel it ache with every single throb, even as embarrassment chewed away at her insides at the thought of everyone watching her get smothered in Tsuyu’s fat, hungry ass. Those twerking cheeks wrapped around her features in a hot, sweaty, plush prison that she never wanted to leave, and she couldn’t stop herself from grabbing two, plump handfuls of that fat ass, her fingers squeezing and mauling them like dough as they lightly clapped around her face.

“Wow, you really like my ass huh.” Was all Weiss heard as she began licking her captor’s hot, sweaty asscrack like she was starving for it, and she would have continued if she hadn’t suddenly felt something long, hot, and wet sneak between her thighs and up her skirt, snaking it’s way into her panties and wrapping around her extremely hard, red, throbbing cock in a velvety hold that felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

That wet, snake like thing wrapped around her cock once, twice, four times, yanking it free from her clothes and into the open air before firmly, roughly pumping her cock like a fleshlight, precum practically squirting out as she lost her mind to pleasure. Weiss couldn’t believe this was happening, and in public as well, with so many watching. The wet, velvety pleasure was out of this world, and Weiss didn’t even know what was wrapped around her cock, just that she didn’t want that slippery, hot, wiggly thing to ever stop.

Weiss couldn’t even remember her own name as Tsuyu’s extra fat, meaty cheeks began grinding up and down her face like she was trying to cum from it, those sweaty cheeks so hot Weiss could barely breath as she really put her hips into it, cheeks beginning to slowly clap around the heiress’ face as she twerked, shook, and bounced her ass like a stripper right there on a public bus, all while people watched and recorded the spectacle.

Weiss’ face was red, sweaty, and she could barely gasp for breath as that extra fat ass finally pulled away from her face, and she was forced to watch as strangers saw her humiliating face. But, Weiss was instantly reminded of the walking bombshell who just used her face as a cushion when she looked down between her legs and saw the froggy girls extremely long tongue wrapped around her bright red, angry, throbbing cock, teasing and jerking it, but not letting her cum, and the need was becoming absolutely unbearable.

“It’s okay Weiss, just sit back, I’m really good at this. Ribbit.” Tsuyu was just as straight faced as when she’d picked out her new pair of shoes as she was jerking Weiss off with her tongue while twerking on her face for a crowd, and Weiss thought it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.

“W-Wait, h-hold on-” Well, that was before Tsuyu’s tongue slithered back into her mouth, and that extremely thicc froggy girl suddenly dropped those twin, planetary globes of pale, jiggly ass meat right onto Weiss’ lap, slamming her cheeks down onto her already sore cock with little care, her saliva slick cock perfectly, roughly, firmly slipping between those sweaty, slick, hot cheeks in one harsh motion that made Weiss seize up, teeth grit as she gripped onto the bench for dear life.

Tsuyu wasn’t careful, and she didn’t stop there, lifting her meaty, juicy, bubbly ass up just to drop it back down onto Weiss’s angry, sore, throbbing cock just as hard and fast, roughly twerking her fat, sweat slick ass up and down that throbbing cock like she was trying to forcefully milk out every drop of cum she could, her sweaty asscrack slipping up and down that shaft as her cheeks wobbled, jiggled, and rippled with every single twerk of her wide hips. And all the while, Tsuyu looked over her shoulder with a completely straight, innocent face, looking at Weiss’ strained expressions with her tongue hanging out of her mouth a bit, even as her extra fat ass jiggled and wobbled like she was in a music video.

Weiss teeth ground together as she did everything in her power not to moan in front of the entire bus of watching people, she just wanted to scream in pleasure and beg Tsuyu twerk her fat ass harder, her head whipping around as her nails dug into the fake leather of her seat. Her cock ached from pleasure, every single ripple and jiggle of the froggy girl’s fat ass feeling like she was trying to strangle her cock in red hot, sweaty flesh, the tip of her cock bright red and angry as precum flowed down her shaft and Tsuyu’s already sweaty, slick, warm valley.

Just as the silently moaning heiress looked down at the fat ass currently swallowing up her cock in it’s hot embrace, Tsuyu finally decided to stop torturing the poor girlcock.. And decided instead to force Weiss to cum instead~

“Ghk~! Gkhhaaaaaa~!!” Weiss couldn’t stop herself as those massive, weighty, meaty globes of cake suddenly spread apart and clapped together around her already sore cock with a nice, heavy, loud, wet clap of flesh on flesh. Twerking her fat ass harder, Tsuyu’s cheeks rippled and clapped together over, and ver, and over again with thunderous slaps around Weiss’ bright red, throbbing cock, both cheeks crashing together around that cock with every single twerk of her wide hips, harshly smacking and crushing Weiss’ cock between them to a rhythm in Tsuyu’s head.

Weiss’ eyes crossed in pleasure, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as each and every clap around her dick echoed in her head, the way those heavy cheeks rippled as they slapped together feeling like harsh, hot, stinging waves of pleasure that turned her head to mush. Weiss couldn’t stop her legs from locking out straight as the crowd of people stared in aww at the horribly lewd sight of Weiss getting her cock twerked on.

Weiss’ cock felt like it was on fire, aching, throbbing, and stinging as that fat ass squeezed it every second~! She couldn’t take it~! She swore she was about to cum right then and there as people watched, but she tried to fight it, tried not to cum all over that ass in public.

“Hmm, maybe this will help?”

It was all Weiss heard before the harsh, stinging, red hot pleasure smashed against the very tip of her cock, those massive creamy smooth cheeks raised just high enough to start clapping around just the tip of Weiss’ cock, loudly and firmly clapping around it, feeling so fucking good it hurt~! Weiss couldn’t stop watching the tip of her cock disappear between those hungry asscheeks, the harsh clapping growing louder as she twerked harder, shook her extremely fat and jiggly ass harder.

She could see stars, she could feel her heartbeat in her cock with every single throb, her tip growing red, sore, and angry as she could only sit back and be milked by that faunus girl’s froggy bubble booty.

Every single harsh clap brought her closer and closer to the edge, like a jackhammer breaking her resolve, over, and over, and over again until Weiss was openly moaning and screaming in pleasure, all the while Tsuyu looked just as innocent as ever, not even breaking a sweat as the heat of the bus made her fat ass sweat.

It only took a single second before white hot pleasure exploded passed Weiss’ cock, and she squirted her cum all over that jiggling, wobbling cake as it twerked on her cock, cum painting between her jiggling cheeks in long, white, gooey lines, filling her hungry ass with cream before squirting even more across her cheeks in every direction, glazing those steaming hot buns with cum. Weiss was almost limp as her sore, stinging cock finally got it’s relief, looking ready to pass out as Tsuyu looked back at her curiously, letting out one last “Ribbit.”

Then, the bus stopped and their stop ringed over the speakers, telling them they reached their destination.

“Oh, Weiss, it’s our stop. Let’s go.” The froggy girl simply stood up straight and made sure she had her shopping bags as the many people watched the cum drip down all over her fat ass under her skirt, her face straight as it drolled down her thighs and she made her way over the the bus door, stepping off and waiting for Weiss.

Weiss could barely stand as she pulled her panties over her sore, overworked cock, wincing as she limped over and almost fell out of the door, following the swaying, creamy cheeks of her new faunus friend as they walked over to their Beacon ship.

[bastardtetsu]

{day 09} vanilla ice cream | tsukki x reader

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, secret pen pal, mutual pining a lil bit?

wc: 1.5k

warnings: sick reader (hangover/cold), mention of drinking, some swearing, tsukki showing human empathy

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

somehow it all reminds me of doctor jekyll and mister hyde for right before my eyes, a man that i despise has turned into a man i like

—vanilla ice cream; she loves me (music by jerry bock, lyrics by sheldon harnick)

the first thing you notice as you wake up is your pounding headache. it’s hard to be surprised at your state after the amount of alcohol you consumed last night - not without good reason, of course. as awful as you’re feeling now, it’s nothing compared to the hell that was last night.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that - it was supposed to be a magical, maybe even romantic evening. you had been looking forward to meeting your mystery friend ever since the two of you started messaging each other online, but you hadn’t expected to develop a full-blown crush on this person without even finding out what they look like.

but the more you got to know their personality, exchanging playlists and talking about your similar tastes in music, the more your messages to each other became fonder, even flirty at times. perhaps it was the level of anonymity that made you both so comfortable talking to each other, but you quickly became each other’s most trusted confidants.

when you started working at the record store, things became a little more stressful as you adjusted to your schedule becoming tighter, having to handle the occasional nasty customer, and dealing with one coworker in particular who must have being rude to you written into his DNA. talking with your anonymous friend is a much-needed escape, a distraction from the mundane, a hidden treasure that only you get to enjoy.

so as you sat waiting in the cafe last night, a rose laid out on the table as you had promised your dear friend, nothing could’ve killed your vibe faster than the aforementioned rude coworker - tsukishima kei - showing up and ruining everything.

you could tell he was only there because you’d insisted on leaving work early to make this date, and he wanted to see if you were lying. he only proved his intentions more when he had the audacity to sit down at your table and make jabs at you for meeting up with someone you met online.

“you’ve been waiting an awful long time haven’t you?” he taunted.

“tsukki, if you don’t leave this table—“

“and you’ve never even met them? this is how people get murdered, you know,” he sneered condescendingly. you almost got thrown out because of how loudly you screamed at him. thankfully you didn’t - although you did seem to strike some nerves with tsukishima, which you felt a bit bad about - but even though you waited at the cafe until closing, nobody showed up, leaving you alone with a single rose and a full bottle of wine.

needless to say, you have every reason to feel like shit this morning. not only are you hungover and heartbroken, having heard nothing but radio silence from your friend, you’re starting to feel lightheaded and stuffy-nosed too. you waste no time calling in sick, burying yourself in your blankets as you try your best to shut out the pounding in your head and the salty tears beginning to sting the backs of your eyelids.

suddenly, a knock at the door jolts you back to reality. “who is it?” you call out weakly.

another knock. you drag yourself out of bed with a quiet groan and go to answer the door, only to be met with a familiar lanky blond.

“what do you want, tsukishima,” you demand dryly, “did you have something you forgot to say last night? if you do say it fast, i don’t feel well today.”

“yeah i know, you called out of work,” he replies ambivalently, “that’s why i’m here.”

“oh, so you’re here to check up on me again, make sure i’m not slacking off?” you taunt him, your temper rising.

“that’s not—“

“you gonna go back to work and tell everyone i’m lying? that i just don’t care about my job?”

“no i’m n—“

“well joke’s on you, four-eyes, ‘cause guess what? i’m not giving you the chance.” you immediately start gathering your belongings, preparing to go to work.

“what?”

“i won’t be that late,” you mumble to yourself, throwing a coat over your arm as you hurriedly grab your keys, “fuck— where the hell is my other shoe??”

“oi,” tsukishima says firmly, “y/n. you need to lie down.”

“fuck off,” you bite back at him.

“no seriously, you look like you have a fever.”

“i don’t care,” you snarl, “help me look for my shoe, i know it’s here somewhere—HEY!!!”

there’s not much you can do but continue screaming at him as tsukishima scoops you up in his scrawny arms - which are evidently way stronger than they look - and carries you to your bed, dumping you unceremoniously on top of the blankets.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?” you shout. he just shrugs.

“what was i supposed to do? you wouldn’t get back in bed.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. arrogant prick. you slump down into your blankets, feeling too depleted to pick a fight anymore.

“i brought you something.”

your head shoots up as a plastic grocery bag lands next to it. opening it up, you find a tub of vanilla ice cream inside. “it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick,” he states.

“a-ah,” you stutter hesitantly, “thanks.” is tsukishima being… nice to you?

“did that uh… friend of yours ever show up?” he asks cautiously.

“no,” you mutter bitterly, “i waited til closing. guess you were right, meeting some stranger from the internet really was a stupid idea.”

“hm,” he grunts awkwardly, looking away from you.

“i mean,” you continue, “the least they could’ve done was give me some sort of explanation. instead they just fucking ghosted—“

“they didn’t ghost,” tsukishima interjects suddenly, almost defensive. “i mean— it hasn’t even been a day, they’ll probably hit you up later.”

“and how do you know?”

“because—“ he stops short, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “i saw the guy last night. on the way out of the cafe.”

“wait—what??” you exclaim, “you saw them? how do you know??”

“they were supposed to be holding a rose, right? like the one you had?”

“yeah— wait, how do you know about that?”

“it wasn’t hard to figure out. people usually don’t sit at cafes with loose flowers on the table unless it’s something dumb like that.”

“shut up, you wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass,” you snap back, “so he’s a guy? what did he look like? did you talk to him? what did he say?”

“yeah, uh— he asked if i knew you,” tsukishima recounts, “and he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for bailing, but something else came up.”

“anything else??” the eager glow in your eyes is suffocating as you stare him down, hungry for more details.

“yeah. he— he was kinda ugly.”

“…seriously?” you respond, half unimpressed with his attempt at a joke and half nervous that he isn’t joking at all.

“what, does that matter?” tsukishima replies mockingly, “i thought you liked him for his personality.”

“i do,” you jab, “and you know what, i don’t care what he looks like. and i certainly don’t care about what your salty ass thinks of him. i’m gonna message him right now, actually”

“have fun,” he says dismissively, turning to make his way out before pausing to pull a record from the vinyl collection on your shelf. “you like this album?”

“yeah, duh. it’s been one of my favorites for years.”

“huh. me too,” he replies, “it’s crazy how it stays with me. sometimes i swear i can hear it in my head while i’m asleep.”

“that’s funny,” you say, “my friend does the same thing. he hears it in his sleep.”

“heh. that is funny,” he mutters quietly as he turns to leave.

“tsukki—“ you stop him before he exits, “thanks for today. you’re not as awful as i thought.” a tentative smile graces your lips.

“whatever,” he mutters, quickly turning his face away from yours, “see you at work tomorrow.” as he retreats out the door, he prays you didn’t notice his blushing cheeks.

once tsukishima is out the door, you waste no time crafting a new message to your friend - but you find yourself struggling to piece together sentences as you snack on the ice cream tsukki brought you, the cold sensation easing your aching throat. was that really the same guy who’s been an asshole to you since the day you started working with him?

it’s incredible that the two of you even spent 2 minutes together without being at each other’s throats like usual, and even more so that someone as harsh and bitter as tsukishima would do something as kind as show up at your door with ice cream when you’re sick. he even said something to make you feel better - and it worked.

realizing that you’ve zoned out, you quickly snap your attention back to your message. but as you continue typing, you find your thoughts continually drifting back to the tall, bespectacled blond and his uncharacteristic kindness.

by the time you manage to write what you have to say and hit send, tsukishima is safely out of earshot when the new message pings on his phone.

he smiles and hopes that you figure it out soon, too.

a/n: i hope the ending for this one is clear addsdsdf,,,, i watched the entire roundabout she loves me revival to get inspired for this (and by get inspired i mean remember the plot details of she loves me bc i had only seen it once before lmao) tbh the narrative of this fic actually covers like 3 different songs, bc old musicals are weird and thought it was necessary to make looking for a shoe an entire number. anyways, all I have to offer you today is laura benanti being utter perfection and all of my love <3

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[howdoyousleep3]

I just have this weird thing about daddy!steve being a little older and maybe sometimes when he’s had a long/stressful day he can’t really *ahem* rise to the occasion. And how sweet Bucky would be about it, just kissing and fondling and murmuring sweet assurances into Steve’s ear. Also Steve would be embarrassed and feel a little inadequate but filled with love having Bucky be so sweet to him. Sometimes Bucky’s gotta take care of his man too. :) :) :)

Nonnie you’ve done it, you’ve broken me. RIP K here lies K.

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Obsessed. Absolutely obsessed. Love an older Daddy Steve, love thinking about any Daddy Steve not being able to rise to the occasion. Maybe his mind is jumbled, maybe he had too much bourbon at dinner, maybe his body just isn’t cooperating. How humiliating, how un-Daddy like. Steve would be mortified, is half naked on the bed with Bucky crawling between Daddy’s spread thighs, hand between Steve’s legs. When nothing happens right away, when Bucky’s touches don’t result in a swelling cock, their kisses falter, both trying to ignore what isn’t happening until it’s unavoidable.

“Buck, I don’t... I’m not sure—“

Can I get some snaps for some Baby Hype??

Bucky would hush his Daddy immediately, would clamber in that lap, wouldn’t lose any momentum whatsoever. He knows what his Daddy needs, knows the kind of encouragement his Daddy wants. His kisses would stay frantic, he would wiggle in Daddy’s lap, reach for Daddy’s hand.

“Daddy... make me feel good in another way then...” he’d coo, pink little tongue peeking out and teasing Daddy’s fingers before sucking two down with a whine. What a clever boy, a sweet boy, Daddy’s boy. He doesn’t hesitate to move forward, to find another way for his Daddy to please him, and he does so in a way that has Daddy groaning right alongside Bucky.

The Baby Hype, the Baby Hype. The noises and words and touches. He gets Daddy right in that headspace, keeps him there, the one that locks his focus onto his baby and his baby’s pleasure and nothing else. Steve’s uncooperative dick be damned!

Steve is just as pushy, is just as hungry, and Bucky keeps making these noises, fuck. When Steve pushes Bucky onto his back his whimpers are almost excessive but it’s sublime. When Steve shoves and rolls Bucky to his front, spreads those cheeks and gives that pretty hole a few wet kisses, Bucky already sounds short of breath and says Steve’s name like a prayer.

“Yeah Daddy come on, that pussy needs it, needs you. Put your mouth on it just how I like it, oh fuck there it is. Tell that pussy you’re gonna make it feel good, talk to it, Daddy...”

Fresh hell, I’m lightheaded lmao.

Bucky’s mouth would run. It would be intentional at first but then it would turn incoherent and nonsensical. Steve would forget all about his dick, would focus in on Bucky like he always does, get all wrapped up in Bucky’s coos and his—

“Fuck, Daddy yes fuck it, oh. Know just where to touch, know just what I like, what this pussy likes. The best Daddy, s’you. Love you so much...”

And Daddy’s fingers are so thick and he’s so knowledgeable and just the absolute best Daddy that three of said fingers and his mouth would get Bucky there fast. Especially when Daddy decides to move, to wrap an arm around Bucky’s neck from behind, to pull him in close while he’s on all fours and getting finger-fucked. Bucky’s back is bent and arched and he’s sputtering and it’s like Daddy is fucking him with his cock, all pressed in close with his body, pumping his hips and rolling his torso. And then Daddy’s mouth is the one that’s running, telling Bucky how sweet he is, how silly he goes for Daddy and Daddy only, how much Daddy wants to make Bucky come.

“There you go, look at’chu, Buck. So gone for it even when it isn’t my cock, just want your Daddy don’t you, pretty? Wanna see it, show Daddy. Put your hand on yourself, show me. Make yourself come.”

Nonnie, I love this prompt. Gimme that realistic shit, those things that show their love and intimacy and knowledge of each other. No major focus on Steve’s momentary struggle, there’s still intimacy, it’s still hot as fuck, Bucky still gets to come and that’s everything; Steve always feels some sort of release when Bucky comes. Bucky is perfect for his Daddy, Steve feels like he’s been a good Daddy. Hell, Steve may have been able to get hard after that scene! And Bucky would be more than happy to sleepily suck Steve off, let him come on Bucky’s ass, face.

I’m in love. With you nonnie and with these two. 😘😘