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qwimchii · 9 months

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i was hoping to put forward a request, if that’s okay? 👉🏻👈🏻 angst (or hurt/comfort?) and smut with ghost? and i’m totally not projecting here but — reader has a hard time finishing, either by themselves or with someone? and when they’re with someone, they get so worried about taking too long and not being able to finish or even feeling good and they apologize for taking too long and it dissolves into them crying and apologizing more and mentioning how they think they’re broken and there’s something wrong with them and it kinda makes them think ghost will leave for someone else because that’s what everyone else has done and basically just ghost being soft and sweet and understanding and taking his time with reassurance and praise and yeah… gonna go hide now 🥲

𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘤 — 5k

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 — 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥…

note: omllllll!!!! 💞 i am so sorry for taking so long to write this request but this is so sweet and cute 😭 thank you sm for requesting!! ><

pt 2, pt 3

Simon Riley had been your boyfriend for maybe a month now. or maybe two weeks. or maybe three months, you decided finally, sipping your water with closed eyes, willing the frustrated bounce of your knee to settle.

of course, picking your head up and looking at the entrance of the restaurant one last time, that frustration redoubled, and you watched your knee bounce with a mind of its own.

setting the drink back on its coaster, you drew random patterns into the floral tablecloth with a pout. Simon had chosen this restaurant. Simon had initiated communication with you—mindblowing as it was—just last night when you were scrolling through instagram in bed.

the notification had ballooned over a post of an old friend from college traveling in europe, and immediately, you had squealed, pressing your phone to your chest to stop the race of your thrumming heart. you made yourself count out two minutes—at least two, before you responded.

— Dinner tmrw at the diner on 6th ave?

— sure!! good to hear from you :))

— what time??

— 7.

it was curt, it was short, it was sweet, but it gave you all the motivation you needed to power through the day and weasel your way into the diner, earlier to the occasion than usual. now, it was half past seven. now, you were playing with the tablecloth of the booth and feeling stupid and sorry for yourself.

stupid because you had sorely missed Simon since he went radio silent for over a month. sorry for yourself because you had thought you were at least close enough for him to text you beforehand.

definitively, you knew you had met the brit five months ago when he moved into the empty apartment adjacent to your own. he crowded every entrance he stood in, so massive and hulking when the elevator doors that you startled with a squeak, dropping the cardboard box and all the items scattering out over the carpet floor.

you had flushed with embarrassment, whole body heating up as you scrambled to stuff all the items back into the box with a string of apologies. he had dropped to your side without a word, putting back a pair of socks, your old band t-shirt from high school, and tennis shoes that had gone gray with discoloration. he hadn’t even bothered to one-over your personal items, but you were scrambling for an explanation anyway.

“donations for vets,” you said with nervous laughter. “i donate every year.”

“vets?” he reiterated, and you looked up into his face, eyeing the black surgical mask on his face carefully, brown eyes a murky kind of gray-ish beneath blonde eyebrows and his hood drawn up above that.

“mhmm,” you squeaked, suddenly wary of the stranger in front of you.

when he said nothing more, you asked him, “any veterans in the family?”

then he just stared at you and you blushed, feeling stupid for saying anything at all but—

“my grandfather,” he said slowly. “and my great grandfather.”

“nice,” you choked out, unsure what to say as you searched the carpet of the last of your remnants.

then, he added, “i’m in the military as well.”

just when you were about to bolt, intimidated by the sheer size of him and his eerie unfamiliar presence in your apartment complex, it was like he read your mind to introduce himself.

“Simon Riley. new neighbor.”

you nodded slowly, giving him your name back and edging your fingers under the cardboard box, heaving it up into your arms.

“nice to meet you,” you said, giving him a weak smile from over the top of the box. he tilted his head at you, eyes flitting from the box to you.

when a prolonged silence ensued, you turned on your heel and stepped toward the elevator before you jerked around again.

“thank you for your service,” you squeaked, scurrying toward the elevator and feeling awkward when he just watched you from the hallway. you waved as the doors closed, watching him slip his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

with one long look, he turned and prowled down the hallway.

that was five months ago. two months later, after endless awkward encounters of wordless greetings with him, the plumbing in your bathroom sink had exploded, flooding the floor in a puddle of water and spraying over the front of your white dress.

in a panic, you went to your next door neighbor Simon who opened the door upon your third set of rapid knocks.

you looked up to his massive form in the entrance, suddenly aware of how the front of your soaked dress had become sheer when you asked him to help you.

he helped. and then you asked him to get drinks at the bar around the corner as a thank you. then when that became a regular occurrence, things just got more confusing.

it felt exclusive. maybe. you thought it felt exclusive when a man approached you in the bar, gearing up for a casual conversation with a sly smirk, but Simon was always at your back in an instant, a large, warm hand on your waist and his words in your ear.

she’s taken.

your mind spun after the first time it happened. taken?

whirling around on your heel after the man left with a low grumble and scowl, Simon just blinked down at you from behind his surgical mask, squeezing your waist with both hands before he was sinking back down into his seat, hulking as he leaned over the bar.

when the same happened a few more times, you didn’t question it, thinking it was maybe just a perk of the friendship. he staves off a couple creepy men at the bar and you pay for drinks.

or at least that’s how you thought it worked until he started sliding his card across the counter to the bartender to claim the tab before you could even get a word out.

you were especially confused when he knocked at your apartment door one night. you opened it to find him void of the hoodie usually slung up and over his head, blonde hair hanging down his forehead, and a black shirt in its place. that’s when you saw the thick black ink winding down the tattoo sleeve of his arm, and your eyes darted over it with a blush, before you were inviting him in.

he had smelled something baking, he clarified, craning his neck into the kitchen. that made you giddy because you hadn’t taken him for someone nosy, but you entertained it nonetheless, assuming he just had an insatiable sweet tooth for cookies.

another part of you hoped he just had a sweet tooth for you.

then the baking became a regular occurrence. you’d bake him all sorts of sweets while he watched you from the little table in your kitchen, staring from behind that black mask of his while you prattled about your day and he took it all in silently. somewhere along the way, after so many nights of him chewing behind the mask, he ditched it completely, and you could watch him devour your brownies in a few bites without the annoying fabric in the way.

the new schedule had become very regular until it was baking night and he didn’t show up to your door. rolling the tenseness from your shoulders, you sent him a quick text, saying you would bring over the sweets in the morning to his apartment.

when he didn’t respond to that, a little nervous bubble of anxiety rooted in your chest. you found out from your landlord days later that Simon would be away for work, and that hurt more than you wanted it to. if he had taken the time to at least notify your landlord, he could’ve done the same for you… couldn’t he?

unless he didn’t think about you that way. but you were so sure—from the quick glances you shared, his gentle touches as he brushed past you in your kitchen, or the possessive grip on your waist at the bar, or just the way he was so relaxed around you meant something.

those were your thoughts that ran in circles as you sat at the diner booth. the waiter checked on your table every once and a while, sending you nervous glances ever since you said that you had a date… or a friend. or something like that.

you felt stupid for accepting Simon’s proposal so quickly, even after he had ghosted you for weeks. even then, you had dolled yourself up anyways, picking out the new dress you got last weekend and doing your hair and makeup. you buried your face in your hands, not looking up when you heard the chime of the diner opening.

when you heard a familiar, low and grating accent, your head snapped up to see Simon standing by the entrance and talking to the waiter, gesturing to you as the waiter just nodded.

Simon strode over to you, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and dressed in his military fatigues, half his face behind in a black surgical mask.

you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you when you reached your senses, heart soaring as you scrambled to stand. your hands twitched against the table when he stopped in front of you, dropping his duffle bag to the floor.

had he come straight from the airport? for you? you felt like your mind was spinning, but you forced it to still, desperately not wanting to jump to any strange conclusions…

swallowing down your thoughts, you said slowly, “it’s been a while.”

looking up into his murky brown eyes had never been so comforting.

“it has,” he affirmed, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides.

for a long moment, you both just stood there in silence, staring at each other and unsure what to do.

eyes darting down to his torso, you could feel the warmth of his body in the close proximity, and you felt so tempted to just touch him.

you outstretched a hand to brush over his clothing, and when he didn’t move away, you pressed your knuckles into his abdomen, amazed to feel him solid and real. then you wrapped yourself around his torso, giving him a tight hug, cheek pressed against his strong chest.

immediately, he engulfed you, squeezing you back.

“missed you,” you admitted, screwing your eyes shut.

you felt his nose press into the crown of your hair. “m’sorry m’late, love.”

“s’fine,” you sniffled, feeling stupid when tears pricked up in your eyes. when you pulled back, you swiped at them with the back of your hand, startled when he reached forward to brush his fingers across your wet cheeks, squishing the chub of your face lightly.

he looked at you with such a softness that you almost melted, feeling nervous because you had never seen him look at you like that before.

then, as you both slid into the booth, you chided him in between sniffles, “don’t do that to me again.”

don’t leave me in the dark again, was what you meant, and you knew he understood what you meant when he nodded curtly.

the dinner went smoothly. more than you could imagine. or maybe you were just overwhelmed with the exhausting joy that Simon was still just the same since before he left two months ago—lowly grunted non-verbal responses as he munched on a platter of fish and chips, stealing a couple of your fries after he devoured his plate at a startling pace, and some rumbles of half-sentences, leaning on his elbow as he watched you ramble with excitement and sip on your milkshake every now and then.

when you accidentally got a smidge of whipped cream on your nose, he reached across the table to wipe it off, cutting through your words mid-sentence. you thanked him with a blush, shifting over the booth, just blushing harder when your shoes knocked against his under the table.

leaving felt smooth too—walking back to the apartment complex just a couple blocks away. even in the darkness of the night, you felt safe tucked near his side, enjoying his presence so close to your side and feeling disappointed when you reached the hallway you shared in the apartment complex.

he stopped by your door and you fumbled with your dress, struggling for words.

“come inside,” you offered, though it sounded more like a plea. your eyes flitted from his face to the duffle bag on his shoulder, hands twisting into the fabric of your dress.

“i know you must be tired but—”

“m’not,” he assured, squaring his shoulders. you nodded dumbly.

“i can bake brownies?” you squeaked, and he blinked down at you.

“s’reason why i’m here, love.”

at that you blushed, opening the apartment and throwing your jacket on the couch, moving to rifle through the kitchen.

“it won’t take long i promise,” you called from behind the fridge door, snatching the butter and eggs from it.

closing the door to turn to the counter, you jolted when Simon materialized beside you, boots, mask, and the jacket of his fatigues off, reaching above you to open a cabinet. your eyes darted over the ink designs of his muscled arm.

“flour and sugar’s here, right?” he asked, and you squeaked a yes, ducking beneath his arm to put the butter and eggs on the counter before grabbing a mixing bowl and baking pan from a lower cabinet.

once all the necessary items were strewn across the counter, you measured out the dry ingredients, dumping them into the mixing bowl. beside you, Simon leaned back against the edge of the kitchen sink, arms crossed as he watched you.

you were hyper-aware of his presence, hands jittery, confused because he always sat at the kitchen table to watch you. he never got this close and personal, uncrossing his arms to slide a hand over the counter right by where your hip leaned against it.

from your peripheral, you glanced at him, finding him already staring down at you.

“can i help?” he asked, voice gruff, and you turned your head to stare at him in dismay. this was new. very new.

“sure,” you choked out, scooting over so he could help you measure out the ingredients. he filled the space easily, arm pressed against yours in the little space.

you blushed. this was very very new.

he cracked an egg on the edge of the bowl, and you watched the yellow glop plop into the flour.

playing off the whole situation as a joke, you laughed nervously as you mixed the wet ingredients into the bowl. “miss my baking that much?”

you bit down on your lip, unable to look at him, just focusing on the churn of brown batter in the mixing bowl. when you felt him lean in, his strong bicep against yours, you muffled a yelp.

“‘course.”

“really?” you asked, pouring the batter into the greased up pan.

for good measure, you dipped a finger into the batter and tasted it, eyes flickering up to Simon. it was sweet.

he stared down at you, an imperceptible, dark look on his face as he leaned over and dipped his thumb into the batter, then swiped the gooey brown substance over your cheek.

“oops.” there was a smugness in his voice that his face smothered, expression blank when he gripped your jaw tight.

you gasped when he turned your face and leaned down to lick you.

the textured muscle of his tongue pressed into the curve of your flesh, licking away the sweet taste from your cheek.

then, he leaned back with a hum. “i like sweet things.”

you clutched at his wrist keeping your jaw firmly in place, wide-eyed and heart beating out of your chest. you watched his finger dip back in the batter and reached up to your lips, spreading the sugary sweet batter over your lower lip.

you squeaked, unable to look anywhere but his bare face, rugged and handsome in the low light.

“may i?” he asked, eyes flitting down to your lips, and you couldn’t even nod in his hold, just a low, breathy yes on your lips that he swallowed, tongue sucking the traces of batter on your lips.

you whimpered into his mouth, clutching at his shirt as he angled your head with a soft touch, sliding his hand on your jaw to your neck, just resting there. that spurred on a familiar burn in your stomach, and you squirmed in his hold.

when he leaned back, you were breathless and panting with flushed cheeks.

“sweet,” he rasped, like he was approving the taste as he licked over his lips.

from that point on, you didn’t really remember how you got to your bedroom, Simon’s hands edging up the hem of your dress beneath him, knuckles drawing a warm trail up to your hips as he sucked on the skin of your neck.

the only thing you could do was whine and squirm under his weight, legs and arms pinning you down as he did what he liked, giving you sweet kisses that made you feel all hazy.

you watched his head dip beneath the fabric of your dress and you gasped when you felt his lips against your thighs, skipping where you needed him most, and then against your stomach and the flesh of your breasts.

and all throughout the pleasurable haze, your fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging into the bed because you were beyond nervous.

you knew this would happen eventually—that Simon would end up in your bed or the other way around. kissing him was a dream. having him caging you against the bed with his heady weight was a dream.

sliding a hand over his back, his rushed movements slowed against your skin, taking the time to suck carefully around your pebbled nipples that had your hips bucking up with a whimper.

your mind spun. but you were so nervous.

it was all you could think about as he descended back down between your thighs, both of his big arms curling around your thighs to lock you in place against the bed.

words rung your mind loud and clear—what the hell is wrong with you?

when Simon dipped a thumb beneath the top of your panties, the words shook you again.

what the hell is wrong with you?

you hadn’t even noticed how still and quiet you had grown until his head perked up between your thighs, pupils blown wide. he swiped a thumb over the soaking entrance of your panties, drawing a whimper from your throat.

“what is it?” he asked, voice so throaty and rough that you shivered with want. you had wanted this for so long.

“nothing,” you whispered, tugging his head back down between your thighs, but he didn’t budge, frowning at you.

“tell me,” he probed, “m’not touchin’ you if you don’t, sweet thing.”

sweet thing.

swallowing hard, you shifted against the bed. “m’just nervous.”

“yeah?” he stroked the plush, soft skin of your inner thigh, before pressing his lips to it. “don’t worry. i’ll make you feel good.”

you nodded, biting down on your lip, though his words didn’t quell any of the raging anxiety thrumming within your chest, even when he kissed the wet fabric stretched over your cunt, nosing through your folds and his hot breath against you.

lifting up your hips with ease, he tugged a pillow beneath you.

“comfy?” he asked, hooking two fingers beneath your panties and sliding it down your thighs.

“uh-huh,” you gasped, back arching when he ducked between your legs and pressed the pink muscle of his tongue flat against your cunt.

“good,” he grunted against you, pecking your swollen clit before swirling his tongue around it, and building a steady, delicious pace that had you hiccuping moans.

your hands snaked through his hair, gripping the blonde curls tight and pulling, startling when he groaned in response, the tremors going straight from the back of his throat and into your clit.

you ground against his face and he purred in approval. “tha’s it, sweet thing.”

you took the pleasure and rode it, pushing yourself further and further to the edge, or at least you thought you were, seeing no end in sight for the sensations wracking your body. every passing moment felt too long, and you could practically feel the irritation roiling off Simon in waves.

even though you couldn’t see his face, just could hear his soft noises of approval against your cunt, it was like you knew he was growing impatient.

frustrated, you huffed a whine, that anxiety in your chest squashing half the pleasurable experience. he reached up and pressed down on the lower part of your tummy, intensifying it all over again, making you gasp as your head fell back.

“relax,” he mumbled, playing with your clit as he pressed his tongue into your cunt, humming as he tasted you.

it was overwhelming. too overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the tears that pricked up in your eyes as you were torn between finishing and feeling good and pleasing Simon and—

a little sob broke from your throat, and he went still between your legs.

you covered your face with your hands, digging your palms into your eyes and muffled the sounds falling from your lips.

why were you crying?

brows pinched together, you scrunched up your face. “sorry, sorry, just keep going—”

you cut off when a sob choked your throat, refusing to look at Simon and withering when he stayed silent, feeling really fucking stupid as you just cried in the bed.

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whimpered, feeling him tug your dress back down over your thighs and hike your panties back up your hips.

you expected him to leave, ready to feel the weight of him against you on the bed disappear, and his heavy footsteps through the apartment, then the slam of the door behind him.

and you did—the dip in the bed lifted and you heard his footsteps edge around the bed.

then, you gasped when he slid into the bed beside you, arm circling beneath your waist and pulling you flush to his chest, breath right against your ear.

“what’s wrong, sweet thing?” he sighed, though it didn’t sound irritated, just tired as he sunk into the bed beside you.

your breath stilled, the cries dying in your throat as you twisted to look back at him. his gaze was soft as he peered over your shoulder, squeezing you between both arms.

“what?” you croaked, and he leaned over you to press a kiss to your cheek, squishing you into the bed.

“what’s wrong?” he repeated, thumb drawing circles against your clothed tummy.

“nothing,” you said, and he made a low noise of disapproval, pressing his face against the side of your head.

clutching at his arms holding your waist, caging you to him, you choked out the words.

“i just…” you turned your head from him, tears spilling from your eyes and onto the sheets. “i wanna be good for you.”

he hummed against your ear, squeezing you tighter. “you are so good for me, love.”

“no, i meant…” you huffed, sniffling with a frustrated sound in the back of your throat.

“i take too long,” you squeaked, avoiding his eyes. “there’s something wrong with me.”

a sob pierced your chest. “i think i’m broken.”

you turned in his arms and buried your face in his chest, embarrassed as you soaked his shirt with tears, muffled the sharp noises of your throat against his solid body. he curled around you, hand rubbing down your back.

“who put those ideas in your pretty head?”

his voice was deceptively soft, though you heard the threat that lay under it, and you shivered.

“my ex boyfriend.”

his body went tense against you.

“look at me luvie.”

you lifted your head and let him kiss you, tasting salty and sweet from the slick of you still in his mouth, as he brushed away the tears on your face.

when he pulled back and you looked over the curves of his face, the depth of his dark eyes, you admitted to him softly, “i don’t want you to leave me.”

it was such a small whimper that you don’t think he would’ve heard you, but from the way his face crunched into a frown you knew that he had.

“m’not going anywhere,” he promised, pushing the hair from your forehead. “m’right here.”

you whimpered, pulling him back down for a kiss that was wet and hot, teeth knocking against yours when he pressed you further into the bed.

“lemme make you feel good,” he whispered, and you clutched at his arm wound tight around your waist, the other creeping up to cup your breast.

“please,” you whimpered, and he hummed into your lips.

“when’s the last time you touched yourself?” he asked, lips trailing down to your neck, his large hand edging down to brush over your pelvis.

“long time,” you squeaked, gasping when his hand snuck beneath your dress, rucking it up so it pooled around your waist.

“c-can’t do it myself,” you admitted, screwing your eyes shut when his fingers slipped beneath the band of your panties. “doesn’t feel good.”

“yeah? bet your ex couldn’t make you feel good either,” he mumbled, either to you or yourself you couldn’t tell, mind dizzy and somewhere up high when his forefinger gently brushed over the shell of your clit. “bet your he didn’t even know how to touch a woman. how to make her cum.”

you whimpered, hips bucking into his hand, and you could feel him smile against your neck.

“s’okay, baby. i’ll make you cum.”

his fingers circled your swollen clit, other hand fondling the sensitive plush of your tits. as you squirmed against his touch, little breathy noises leaving your lips, you could feel his hard cock pressing into the curve of your ass. you whimpered at the sheer size of it.

“please, Simon,” you gasped, clutching at his wrist as he played and flicked at your clit, speeding up then slowing down and dragging you through a slew of different body wracking sensations, leaving you so whiney and sensitive that your thighs started to shake and twitch.

your ex boyfriend had never given you so much attention like this—just honing in on his own pleasure, degrading you when you tried to chase your own. it became something you dreaded. something you didn’t want and forced yourself through, faking orgasms and artificial, pitched moans.

it was so different from Simon that you felt delirious, blissed out as real, loud whines broke through your throat, riding his hand just wanting more and more.

“more,” you sobbed, burying your face into the sheets, jolting when he played and pinched at your swollen nipples.

“want you to cum on my hand first, sweet thing,” he whispered, and you almost cried real tears.

he huffed a laugh into your ear.

“feel that good?” he cooed, and you nodded against the sheets, wiggling your hips in his hand.

“c-can’t,” you whined, shivering when he made a noise of disapproval.

“yes you can,” he said, low and throaty, licking over your ear. “i don’t care how long it takes, baby. i can play with this pretty cunt all night.”

you moaned, grinding down into his hand, eyes rolling back into your head as he abused your clit, crushing it beneath his fingers.

“you’re gonna cum on my hand, and then i’m gonna stretch you out with my fingers, yeah? then you’re gonna cum on my fingers, and i’m gonna fuck two more orgasms out of you. how does that sound, sweet thing?”

“Simon—” you choked, whole body going still when you finally reached a sharp peak, shaking and twitching and moaning softly through your whole orgasm that made you see a blinding white.

he groaned in your ear, so filled with pleasure it sounded like he came alongside you.

“there you go, baby, good girl. so good f’me.”

your hearing felt muffled when you resurfaced, blinking your eyes open, sleepy and muscles lax against the bed. he was petting at your naval, peppering little kisses and kitten licks along your neck and shoulders.

“see? that wasn’t so hard, luvie,” he whispered in your ear, making a shiver slither down your spine.

“mhmm,” was all you could get out, pliable as he slipped from your side and moved you to your back, tipping your knees open as he dove between your legs.

you looked down, watching him drink up the cum from your pussy, slurping loudly and sucking on your twitchy clit, your hips squirming in his hold.

“so sweet,” he practically growled, and you whined in response, trying to push his head away.

when he finally relented, he sat back, licking over his lips before tugging the shirt over his head. in the dim lighting, you could see scars littered over him, naval blessed with dark hair and a toned stomach that made your mouth water.

“think you can do that four more times, baby?”

when you shook your head, he only smirked, crawling back over you and pressing the crotch of his fatigues against your sopping pussy, grinding his painfully hard, big cock against your aching entrance.

“yes you can,” he said, low and throaty. “m’gonna make you, sweet thing. you’re gonna be coming on this cock all night long.”

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#simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost smut #ghost angst #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon riley angst

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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i feel weird saying something so straight forward to a stranger but😭

do u think sev would be the type to suddenly start groping you in public 😳

like maybe you’re both sitting in the last drop, and obviously sevs playing poker or some shit, and maybe she just reaches a hand over and starts rubbing in between your legs over your pants, and maybe her cloak is covering what shes doing up🤭🤭 and even if someone did see, its not like they would say anything bc everyone is scared shitless of her

i think the sevika sphere must have hive mind because i shit you not i got this ask like within an hour of this one:

S-sev groping her girl whenever opportunity arises and her girl being endlessly turned on by it👉🏻👈🏻

hehehe

men and minors dni

sometimes she does it on purpose, but most of the time it's subconscious.

sevika just likes touching you! it's her love language! if you're within reaching distance, sevika's likely got her hands on you.

sometimes it's just your hand. sometimes it's her arm draped around your shoulders, or her fingers tickling the nape of your neck. sometimes, she'll sneak her hand into the back pocket of your pants and give your ass a squeeze, but most of the time she just puts it back there to rest it there.

hands on your hips, around your wrist, her arm hooked with yours-- she just likes having her hands on you. it helps her feel secure-- you ground her in a lot of ways, and when she's touching you she knows you're safe.

but sometimes, when sevika's subconsciously reaching out for you, her hands land somewhere they probably shouldn't.

like when she swings her arm around your shoulders and her palm falls on your tit.

or when she reaches over to hold you while you're sitting beside each other, and her hand lands on your upper thigh.

or it cups your cunt.

like right now.

you're sitting beside her while she plays her cards. she's completely unaware of your current predicament, chatting and laughing with the boys, mech hand holding her cards, while her flesh thumb draws circles against your clothed crotch.

you wonder what she thinks she's touching. she can feel your thighs clenching around her hand-- she has to know she's holding you there, but she's oblivious, the itch in her brain to touch you has been soothed, and she doesn't question it any farther.

so you have to sit and be cool while your girlfriend gropes you in the middle of the crowded bar.

luckily, nobody can see beneath the table.

luckily, nobody would even dare to say anything to sev even if they could.

unluckily, sevika's just ordered another round for the table, meaning she's nowhere near done for the night.

when theriam returns with a tray full of glasses, you down yours before he can finish passing everyone else's out. he shoots you a weird look when you ask him to bring you two more. you're going to need them if you're going to get through tonight.

ten minutes pass. sevika's hand doesn't move, her thumb doesn't cease it's teasing, gentle swiing.

twenty minutes. at one point sevika leans over to press a smooch to your temple. your cunt throbs in her hand. she has no idea.

at the thirty minute mark, you get fed up.

you don't know why you thought more alcohol would help you tame your arousal. it's only made it worse. beside you, sevika's got a cigar between her teeth and a furrow between her brows as she studies her hand of cards. she looks so fucking good you think you might pass out.

sevika chuckles at something someone at the table said, her eyes scrunching up with her smile, the little gap in her teeth revealing itself. that's it.

you reach forward and grab her flesh wrist, pressing her hand firmly against your cunt and squeezing your thighs around her hand.

beside you, sevika freezes.

you can see the gears turning in her head as she realizes exactly which part of you she's been groping. the cigar in her mouth droops as her jaw drops. her thumb ceases it's sweeping motion. her eyes grow wide, you watch in fascination as her pupils dialate.

she's still not looking at you. you quickly scan the crowd at the table. nobody's looking in your direction, so you lean forward to whisper.

"you are driving me. fucking. crazy." you growl against her ear.

sevika snaps back to life, turning to look at you as you sink back against the booth.

when your eyes meet, sevika gulps. your lips twitch up at the side, and sevika's eyes snap down to study your mouth.

"fuck." sevika whispers, her voice shaky. you smile.

"your turn's next." you say, nodding at the table. sevika blinks, her eyes darting to the game before looking back at you. she licks her lips.

sevika's eyes dart up and down your body, trying to soak in the sight of you before she has to focus on the game again. you can tell she's fucking you in her head, can see her eyes mentally stripping you of your clothes. you chortle, and stop on her foot beneath the table.

it's her turn.

sevika turns her attention back to the game, but under the table against your cunt, her fingers start wiggling against you. you hide your gasp by faking a yawn. two can play this game.

you slump against sevika's side, nuzzling your head against her shoulder and hugging her arm, pretending you're just tired and resting against your girl.

tilting your head so only sevika can hear you, you let out a tiny, quiet whimper. sevika fumbles with her cards and shoots you a glare. you ignore her.

sevika's hand joins her fingers in their movement, her palm rubbing circles at the apex of your thighs, giving your clothed clit enough friction to make your thighs twitch. you dig your nails into her arm, and beside you, sevika lets out a little gasp of pain.

"you good, sev?" ran asks across the table. sevika freezes beside you, and you bite your lip to hide your laugh.

"y-yeah, all good. gonna have to call it quits for the night. my girl's gettin' tired, gotta get her home and put her in bed."

a chorus of groans and protests ring out around the table. you have to bite back your smile as sevika rises from the bench, waving goodbye to her friends, then glaring at you when she sees you still sitting.

the second you're on your feet, sevika's grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the bar. you laugh the whole way.

she ducks down the alley with you in tow, shoving you against a brick wall and crowding into your space. you smile at her.

"thought we had to get home? thought i was gettin' tired?" you tease her. sevika rolls her eyes.

"fuck off." she mumbles. you giggle.

"you're so cute. so clingy you don't even realize you're practically fingerbanging me at the table."

sevika groans. "shut up!" she says, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks. you grin.

"what did you think you were holding?" you ask between your giggles. sevika chuckles, unable to stop herself, and shrugs.

"i dunno, just like havin' my hands on you." she says. "helps me think."

you melt, all your teases dying at her words. you reach forward and pull her closer to you by her belt loops until she's crushing you against the wall. her hands grip your hips. "give me a kiss." you whisper.

sevika smirks, and leans forward to press her lips against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. you sigh against her, pushing her away before she can get handsy, taking her hand in yours.

"c'mon. take me home and put me to bed." you say with a wink. sevika laughs.

"oh, with pleasure." she says, swinging your hands between the two of you as you begin your stroll home.

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#sorry for the blue balls i took it the fluffy route instead of the smutty route hahah #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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babygirl-riley · 7 months

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I have a request for ghost x reader where reader and ghost are in a relationship and reader is going to be switched into another task force and hasn't told ghost and when she tells ghost he like gets all sad and scared that he'll never see the reader ever again and they cry together cause they made such good memories with eachother and the 141 and in the end maybe reader transfer is canceled and she not going anywhere and is staying with ghost.

Change of Plans Pt. I

Ghost and you talk about the new orders that was giving to you from Price

“There’s no end. There’s no goodbye.”

A/N: Yeeeeeaaaah so you gave me ideas and now it turns into a 3 part series. 👉🏻👈🏻 Hope you enjoy the first one 🫠 Little change of plans for the moment 🤭

Warnings: Angst, fluff, established relationship, small very small mentions of smut, small cuddle moment, sad!simon but ya know doesn’t really express it, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

Pt. II

The silence was strong, you could hear an sort of movement that the base would make. Someone turning a faucet or a pen dropping. You sat on your bed with puffy red eyes as Simon stood frozen in the middle of your room. You had to tell him before Price announced it to the team.

You fought about for weeks about the orders telling Price to basically buzz off. That this was your team. Your family. So Price being Price tried to have the commander that wanted you on their task force at bay. Until today. Price asked to meet him in the office after the another successful mission.

“Commander Graves is getting impatient y/n,” Price said lowering his voice as you shut the door. “I’m sorry I tried.”

When he handed you the envelope you laughed darkly. “You gotta be shitting me Price.”

“I wish Sargent.” He said frowning, he sat in his chair for a moment before sighing. “He wants you tomorrow night. They are going on their own assignment that they need you on.”

You glared at the envelope, you could rip it to pieces and say to hell with it. But now it’s in writing and pretty sure this Commander Graves made more copies. After a long silence Price stood up to place a hand on your shoulder. “1400 the last plane to the force leaves. Better start saying your goodbyes.”

So immediately you looked out for Simon going from hallway to hallway. Building to building. He had to be the first one to know. You and him had been together for about 9 months now. Secretly no one knew. Maybe they did find out and you were being punished this way. Instead of insubordination, that’s why Price didn’t say anything for a while.

When you found him he was walking with Johnny getting cleaned up from the previous mission. “Lass! There ya are! What did the capt…”

“Not now Johnny,” You snapped, feeling guilty right after. “I need to speak with you privately Lieutenant.”

Simon snapped his eyes over to Soap who was standing in awe before looking down at you. “‘Ight, catch up with ya, yeah.” He said to Johnny who nodded to his reply.

Now you were both here, sitting in your room. You handed the envelope first as he opened it slowly. Simon was confused at first as he read before snapping his head up. “What does it mean your leavin’?” He growled, you thought he was mad at you.

“I don’t know some Commander down in the US needs me there,” You sighed wiping your eyes. “Says that they need a Lieutenant there.”

“But ya not a Lieutenant.” He said gripping the paper.

You inhaled deeply, you pointed to the paper. “Read more Simon.”

That’s where he froze and just re read the words over and over again. “By the United States Commander in Chief Hershel Shepard, you have been promoted to Lieutenant y/l/n as of February 20th, 2022.”

Simon couldn’t believe it, you were leaving back to the states after years on being on the force. He just got you. Finally figuring out what he has felt for months being with you. Caring for you. Maybe even love you. Now you were being taken away. He heard you sniffling bringing him back into reality.

You watched as slowly he brought his head up, being faced with his skull mask. His painted eyes looking right at you. “No we are talkin’ to Price maybe he can…”

“Already tried that.”

“‘Ight then we go to Shepard himself maybe talk to him…”

“Simon, we can’t he is the head honcho. He is the one ordering this by Commander Graves too. So there isn’t any way around this.”

Simon scoffed. “Why have you given up? It’s like you don’t want to fight for this.”

You scoffed back and rose from the bed. “I have been dealing with this for two months now. We have been trying Simon. You think I want to leave them. To leave us?”

Simon stood there for a moment, emotions coming through that he never would think that he would have. All the things you both have been through. It all started because of pent up emotions that both of you didn’t know how to release besides having sex. Then came the attachments. Laughter. Jokes. Bantering. Hell even the fighting.

Simon stood there for another moment debating on just leaving the room. He doesn’t know how to deal with this situation. The more he stared at you the less he wanted to leave, he wanted more time.

“Maybe it won’t be forever ya know? Maybe it is just a train up for his team and that’s that.”

Simon knew better than to think like that, think that there is hope. You were always better than him in that aspect. Looking for the light at the end. Simon sighed and walked to you as he sat next to you. He started to lay down and guiding you down with him. “Maybe.” He mumbled.

You followed him down placing your head on his chest as he combed through your hair. You sighed as you thought about everything both of you have been through. You chuckled making Simon break a smile. “What is it?” He asked softly.

“Remember when I first started on the team and I thought you liked sugary coffee,” He groaned as he laughed a little bit more. “Then like 2 months later you finally broke and said that you only like tea and not the sugary shit.”

Simon nodded his head. “Blood hell pretty sure I gained a few pounds from just one cup,” You giggled as you looked up at him. “I won’t forget when the grenade landed next to you and Johnny during training. You tossing it to Johnny and him passing it back to you. Fumbling it like two blokes.”

You slapped his chest. “Hey! That wasn’t entirely my fault. The damn private didn’t pull the pin so I thought to give it to him. Well I remember beating you at sparring.”

Simon gave a fake shocked look. “Technically I did, it turned to the tie breaker”

You glared at him in curiosity before turning red. “The tie breaker doesn’t count.”

Simon gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index. “If it wasn’t for the tie breaker I would be here with ya, love.”

You half smiled, tearing up again. “I will come back Si.”

Simon’s heart started to ache as he inhaled deeply. “And I’ll be waitin’.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley angst

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jinkoh · 4 months

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lip gloss

younghoon x fem!reader

summary: younghoon really likes your lip gloss. what he doesn't like is the silly bet his friends made about you...

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, secret relationship (kinda), fluff, a little jealousy, alternating povs, clothes sharing (v briefly), SFW

wordcount: ~4,8k

a/n: who would have thought i'm coming back after a writer's block with a completely new group--certainly not me lol 🤡 i have accidentally developed an obsession with the lip gloss mv and spent an ungodly amount of time watching it

this is my first time writing for tbz (and i also don't know them that well yet) so pls be kind 👉🏻👈🏻

also this fic is entirely to be blamed on @blizzardfluffykpop bc we came up with the idea together. thanks for brainrotting with me, kate ❤️

Masterlist

Younghoon liked his friends, he really did. It was just that at times he had to remind himself of the fact. Like now, when they were making yet another stupid bet among themselves, fueled as so often by the never ending quarrel between the beach volleyball players and the surfers. Younghoon wasn’t a surfer but neither did he play beach volleyball, except for the rare occasions when they were missing a man, so he usually got out of these antics fine without picking a side. Still, this time the guys were being too much. Younghoon had already turned to Sangyeon in hopes of ending this nonsense, but to his utter disappointment even Sangyeon was in on this, confidently nodding along that his team would win.

It wasn’t that Younghoon didn’t understand the temptation—who wouldn’t want an excuse to talk to you? You’d caught his attention too when he’d come to the beach a few days ago. It was starting to get hot, spring slowly turning into summer, and the owner of the little beach bar had decided it was time to kick off the season. Instead of him though, someone else was manning the bar. You had an arm propped up on the counter and mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Younghoon couldn’t blame you, the bar wasn’t usually busy until later so it wasn’t like you had anything better to do. Without paying it any mind, he jogged down the beach to the volleyball net where he knew to find the others, the girl from the bar quickly forgotten over a very imbalanced game. In fact he didn’t think of you again until he walked back to the bar to get some soda for everyone. There still weren’t any customers around, but instead of doom scrolling you’d taken out some lip gloss, using your phone’s camera as a mirror as you swiftly applied it to your lower lip. He felt he shouldn’t be watching this, but he also couldn’t look away. There was something so captivating about this scene. Just when you were smacking your lips together (twice) you seemed to have noticed his gaze. You looked up with surprise in your eyes before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. What can I get you?” The gloss made your lips look shiny. Maybe he had already been a goner then.

So, it really wasn't that he didn't understand. But betting on who’d get your number first seemed a bit much and, frankly, kind of rude too. There was no stopping them though, but perhaps he could at least give you a little warning?

He got up from where everyone was sitting on the sand, just far enough from the shore to not get wet, and jogged back to the wooden path that led further up the beach and to the bar.

“Where are you going?” Eric yelled behind him. “Not getting a head start, are you?”

Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What makes you think I’d join a silly bet like that?”

Eric grinned. “Scared of even trying, huh?”

“Mhm, sure.”

With a shake of his head he walked the last few meters to the bar, where he sat down on one of the stools at the counter. Once more, it was empty despite being late at night, but he supposed not everyone had the freedom to come out here this late on a weekday.

“So,” you turned to him with a mischievous grin, before he could even say anything. “What kind of bet were you talking about?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “You heard that?”

“Was hard not to.”

“I’m not sure you really want to know.”

“I don’t care either way. But you guys have been stealing glances at the bar this whole time—you better not do anything that will get me in trouble with the boss.”

“They wouldn’t,” Younghoon didn’t hesitate to reply. Sure, they were silly and stupid at times, but they wouldn’t put someone’s job on the line for funsies. “But they also weren’t exactly looking at the bar.”

“They weren’t, huh?” You grinned and Younghoon couldn’t help but notice the shimmer of your lip gloss.

“It’s your number,” he said, tearing his eyes away from your lips. “They want your number.”

You nodded slowly, looking more amused than offended. There was a challenging glint in your eyes. “So, you think getting my number is silly?”

The question caught him off guard so his reply came out a little too slow to be smooth. “No, that’s far from silly. Just betting on it is.”

“Hmm, how do I know you’re not secretly in on it though?”

“Why would I butcher my chances by telling you about the bet then?”

You leaned over the counter a bit, propping up your head with your closed hand. “Maybe this is your strategy to appear upright and honest?”

He stifled a laugh. “Well, I’m honest. I don’t know about the rest.”

“Fair enough.”

Younghoon didn’t get your number that night, but neither did anyone else and that gave him a little satisfaction. He’d offered to try and talk them out of it again, but you’d declined. “No,” you’d said with a grin. “I wanna see them try. It sounds fun.”

He thought he possibly liked more about you than just your lip gloss.

The guys went all out. Some attempts didn’t seem too bad while others gave him a strong sense of secondhand embarrassment. But you seemed to be having fun with it, so who was he to intervene? And maybe, just maybe, he liked the way you’d throw him knowing glances from time to time, sharing a secret only for the two of you to know.

Yet, he wondered if maybe one of them would manage to sway your heart—he’d seen Kevin steal you away during your break earlier, to take you to the wooden jump tower near the cliffs. He liked to boast about his diving, and from the way Younghoon could hear you laughing from afar you seemed to be having fun. He stalled for a moment, watching how you were sitting on the pier, your feet dangling in the water. When Kevin pushed himself up with his arms to get onto the pier next to you, you playfully shoved him back, making him go under with a splash. He was laughing when he came back up, and so were you. That was a good thing, right? You were having fun. You already knew the thing with the bet too, so if you liked Kevin in spite of that then who was Younghoon to interfere? Kevin was a good guy anyway, and bet or not he seemed genuinely interested. No, there shouldn’t be any problem.

And yet, Younghoon felt bitter about it, a greedy part of him wishing he could have that laugh all to himself.

“So, can I have your number? In case I need a buddy to go diving with again sometime?” Kevin grinned up at you from the water, brushing back his wet hair. It reminded you of Younghoon, the way he’d run his hand through his hair every few minutes, pushing it out of his forehead just for it to fall right back into place. Maybe you should buy him some bobby pins—probably not. After all, you liked when he did that.

“Is that smile a yes?” Kevin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Ah, sorry, left my phone at the bar,” you both knew it was just an excuse, but Kevin didn’t seem particularly offended. He swam over to the pier, resting his arms on the wooden board and propping up his chin.

“What has you so happy then?”

“Nothing much. Just a friend.”

“I can be a friend too,” he replied playfully.

“Sure, friend,” you easily agreed, ignoring the flirty undertone that defeated the meaning of his words. Friends you could do.

To be honest, your expectations for this summer had been low. You didn't know anyone in this small town aside from your uncle and even though you had a good relationship with him, you could picture better ways to spend the hot season than helping out at his bar. To your surprise though, you were slowly starting to enjoy your time here. When you’d first heard of the bet it hadn’t left the best impression, but seeing them try so hard to impress you was a little cute and despite everything they seemed like sweet, genuine guys. And the fact that you knew about the bet made it pretty fun to watch the spectacle, even more so since you had someone to share mischievous smiles about it with. It felt like you were partners in crime, a secret friendship blooming between the two of you that had no real reason to be secret aside from the thrill of it all.

You weren’t the fondest of riding the bicycle. In fact, back at home you didn’t even own one. You lived in the next bigger town and you got around just fine using public transport. That seemed unthinkable here though, with two buses running a day—one in the morning and one at night. So, if you didn’t want to walk everywhere, you had to make do with your cousin’s old bicycle that he’d used before he’d moved out for college. It was a little rattly but it was holding up pretty well—or at least that had been the case until today. You weren’t sure what exactly happened, but suddenly the counter pressure when pedaling had disappeared, and you’d almost fallen forward over the bicycle’s handlebars. Now you were standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, not even half way back to your uncle’s place with no reception and a chain that was just loosely hanging off the gears. It being night didn’t really help you to feel better about it all. While you knew it was probably safer here than in some street downtown that was bustling with drunk people, it still felt scarier, the tall trees along the road looming over you. Begrudgingly you pushed the bicycle forward, the lamp flickering weakly and barely doing anything to lighten up the path ahead.

In the distance, you heard the sound of an engine approaching, and the thought of coming across someone on this deserted street made your stomach churn with dread. A brief glance behind you told you it was a motorcycle, the headlight almost a little blinding in the darkness. Just before it went past you, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would go by fast. You wanted to let out a relieved breath once it did, but then you heard the motor stopping only a few meters ahead. Your eyes snapped open, panic rushing through your veins as you watched the driver get off. Your grip around the handle bars tightened, making your knuckles turn white. You made a point of not looking at the guy, even when he came closer, but then you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n? You good?”

You raised your gaze in time to see him take off his helmet. He shook out his black hair before pushing it out of his forehead the way he always did.

“Younghoon.” Relief washed over you.

“Sorry, did I frighten you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, what happened?” He took an examining look at your bicycle. “Chain came off?”

You shrugged helplessly. “Whatever you say.”

He nodded slowly, running his hand through his hair once more. “I can fix that for you.”

“Really?”

“It’s pretty simple. But maybe something for daylight. Let me give you a ride home and we’ll come back for it tomorrow?”

You glanced over to the motorcycle that was waiting a little ahead and then back to Younghoon. Your expression must have been weary because he grinned. “Don’t worry I have a spare helmet. And I’m a safe driver too.”

“I wasn’t doubting you.”

“It’s fine if you were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Mhm, sure,” he stepped a little closer, putting the helmet on for you and closing the fastener under your chin. Your breath caught when his fingers brushed against your skin, the feeling lingering despite the fleetingness of the touch. “Ready to go?”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, trying to get a grip of yourself. “Just a—let me just—,” instead of finishing your sentence you just gestured towards your bicycle instead. He huffed a laugh and watched as you pushed it further to the side and leaned it against a tree in safe distance to the road. Once you’d locked it, you turned back around to Younghoon who was still looking at you.

“Ready,” you croaked.

He smiled, and despite the darkness of the night you could see the small crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes. “Good.”

You walked the few meters to his bike in silence and you thought there was an odd tension there. Or maybe you were just nervous about the ride, you reasoned with yourself. He got out his spare helmet, pushing his hair out of his forehead once more before putting it on. With ease he swung his leg over the machine before patting the leather of the seat behind him. You got on too, certainly looking a lot less dignified than he did and shuffled back as far as you could to bring some distance between the two of you. Before starting the motor, he looked back at you once more. “Hold on tight.” Unsure what exactly to hold onto, you clung to the edges of the seat, your nails digging into the leather.

He didn’t drive too fast, surely out of consideration for you, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. When he hit a small bump in the road, you let out a shriek, your arms instinctively letting go of the seat to wrap around his waist instead. You held on tight, the distance you’d made sure of before completely forgotten. Once you’d recovered from the brief shock though, you wondered if this was okay or if you’d overstepped. But Younghoon didn’t say anything about it and you didn’t want to let go again, not when you felt so safe with your arms wrapped around him.

The ride was over way too quickly, and you almost wished you’d given him wrong directions when he stopped in front of your uncle’s house. Chances of him catching on would have probably been high though, considering he was from here while you were just here for the summer.

“Are you sure it’s this one?” Younghoon said, after he’d taken off his helmet, looking at the house questioningly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just didn’t know you were related to the owner.”

“He’s my uncle,” you explained matter of factly. “But how do you know he lives here?”

Younghoon chuckled. “This is a pretty small town, you know?”

“Right,” you nodded. You took your helmet off too, awkwardly holding it out for him to take. “So, uh, thanks for the ride.”

He tore his gaze away from the house to meet yours. “Was my pleasure.” There was that sweet smile again, making your heart melt. You smacked your lips together, the way you did when applying lipstick—a nervous habit of yours. His gaze flickered to the movement before wandering back up to your eyes. There was something there. He took a small step towards you, just a few inches but it felt like he was suddenly way up in your personal space. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't move. Instead he just kept looking at you with an unreadable expression.

Unable to hold eye contact, you lowered your head, staring at your feet instead. “I should go inside then.”

“Mhm, you should. I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Is around noon good?”

“Pick me up?”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Your bicycle, remember?”

“Oh, of course. Noon is good. Should I give you my number? Maybe you can text me fifteen minutes or so before you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“Not worried that this is all just part of my scheme to win the bet?” His voice was quiet and yet there was a cockiness to it that made your heart race.

"Shut up." It was a weak comeback, but it put a grin on Younghoon's face. His gaze dropped to your lips once more before coming back up.

"Make me."

Your eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the bold implication of his words. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your whole body was thrumming with nerves. Your gaze flickered to his lips. You inched closer. That's what he'd meant right? You wouldn't be overstepping if you kissed him now, right? You looked up into his eyes, just to be sure that you weren't misunderstanding things. But right when you did, he cupped your jaw with his hand, pulling you in until his lips crashed into yours.

Kissing him felt so natural, it was as if all your secret smiles and shared grins had naturally led up to this moment. You kissed him until you felt breathless and even then you were reluctant to pull away. When you finally did, he didn't let you go too far, his thumb drawing patterns on your cheek and his eyes taking in every inch of your face.

"I think I should really go now," you eventually broke the silence when you couldn't endure it anymore.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Okay," you repeated. "I'll see you around noon."

Younghoon couldn’t stop himself from smiling on the whole ride home. You'd forgotten to give him your number, but he felt that it didn't really matter anymore. He could just ask you again tomorrow. After all, he'd gotten something way better tonight. He recalled the way your arms had held onto him tightly on the ride and your tousled hair after you’d taken off the helmet. Mostly, he recalled how warm your lips had felt against his. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

The chain was back on in a matter of seconds. Younghoon looked as if he’d done it a zillion times before.

“And you couldn’t have done that last night?” You asked from where you were standing next to him, watching as he wiped his fingers on a cloth. Nothing had happened since he'd picked you up and you'd driven back to your bicycle together. You almost wondered if it was all an odd fever dream and he didn’t actually kiss you.

“I did say it was easy," He admitted simply, "But it’s always better to check everything with proper lighting rather than letting you ride home on a potentially broken bicycle. Can’t risk you getting hurt, can we?"

It was just common decency but somehow the way he said it, looking up at you with a cheeky grin, made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush. You avoided his gaze, your focus falling onto his jaw instead. “You have a little—” you motioned to your own face, trying to mirror where he’d stained his skin with grease just below the jaw line. He tried to wipe it away with the back of his hand, his grin traded for something more innocent. “There?”

The scene captivated you a little too much, thoughts of touching that jaw, of pulling him into a kiss circling your mind. In your daze, it took you a second to snap out of it. “Yeah,” you mumbled, not really paying attention. "There."

Younghoon thoroughly made sure the bicycle was safe to ride and only then started to pack up his tools. You watched as he diligently put them away.

“How come you know how to do this?” you eventually broke the silence.

“What, putting a chain back on?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” he shrugged. “I like fixing things. And it comes in handy too, doesn’t it?” He said the last bit with a smile that you couldn’t help but return.

“Yeah, it does. Thanks again.”

He got up and dusted off his pants. “It’s nothing. Call me if something happens again.”

“I will.” Your gaze followed him as he walked back to his bike, getting his helmet from where it hung off the handle bars. He didn't put it on just yet, taking a quick glance at the wing mirror first.

“You lied!” He complained in mocked offense, before turning back around to you. He wore a pout, his finger pointing at the grease stain that was still right there below his jaw line.

You giggled. “What can I say, I’m neither upright nor honest.”

Younghoon grinned and walked back over to you, his helmet still in his hand. "Is that so?" He asked as he stepped back into your personal space. You took a tiny step towards him too, closely watching his reaction. That grin was still there. With a racing heart you tugged the cloth out from where he had messily shoved it into his pocket. Then you reached up to his jaw, slowly wiping at the grease stain until it was gone. The whole time, Younghoon was watching you intently, your eyes, your nose your lips—

You lowered your hand when you were done, but he caught your wrist to stop you from going too far.

"Thanks." His voice was barely a whisper. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

"You're welcome," you replied just as quietly, inching just the tiniest bit closer. You felt his breath on your skin and then his lips on yours, again and again and again.

Things between the two of you felt exciting and new and good—but there was also this looming uncertainty. Younghoon knew what it meant to him. But what about you? What was all this to you? Even though he didn't want to delude himself, he couldn't help hoping that this, that he was special to you. The secret smiles you exchanged started to feel a little different, like there was a little more. And there was: the two of you were texting a lot now that you'd exchanged numbers and you often came down to the beach earlier to hang out with him on the old lighthouse before your shift. You weren’t doing that for the other guys. Your gaze also didn't linger on them the way it did on him, no matter how much they pestered you. And of course you weren't kissing them either. That was, as far as he knew, reserved for him alone. That made it easy to endure when you were laughing and joking around with the guys. Except at times, you'd glance over to him with a cocky grin. Almost as if you wanted to make sure he was watching, as if you wanted to purposely rile him up. It made him want to walk over and kiss you right there in front of them, but you hadn't talked about these things yet and you seemed to enjoy the thrill of hide and seek. So, kissing was only allowed for when you were alone with no one to see.

Consequently he was keeping a low profile, sitting in the sand with some of the others and pretending not to watch from afar how Changmin and Juyeon were leaning on the counter, competing for your attention. Eventually he tore his gaze away to focus on the conversation in front of him instead, which only got interrupted when Jacob remarked that Changmin and Juyeon must have been unsuccessful, as they were coming back down to the beach. You on the other hand were not behind the bar anymore, a small sign indicating that it was closed for now. A feeling of worry started to spread in his guts. Did something happen? Did they make you feel uncomfortable? He knew his friends were good guys and wouldn’t ever intentionally do that, but just because it wasn't their intention didn't mean it couldn’t happen. Maybe it was nothing, but he just needed to make sure you were okay.

Without thinking further he got up from the sand, jogging past Changmin and Juyeon who looked at him in confusion, and up to the bar. You weren't anywhere to be found though, the little door locked and the space behind the counter empty. The other only place he could come up with was the lighthouse, so he made his way there, hurrying up the spiral staircase until he got to you, sitting in the middle of the steps and munching on a sandwich. You looked up at him in surprise as he stood before you, breathing a little heavy, but a smile spreading on his lips. He chuckled. He should have known he was worrying for nothing.

"You're on break?"

"Mhm," you nodded and scooted over a bit, making space for you to sit with him. "What's the hurry for?"

There was a little sauce on your upper lip. He reached out to wipe it away and you simply let him.

"I don't know, I was wondering if you're fine."

"Why wouldn't I be?'

He shrugged. He didn't know either, after all you'd never been uncomfortable with the boys' advances. Maybe he was the only one who felt that way.

You leaned in a little closer, bumping your shoulder against his with a cheeky grin. "Or were you maybe jealous?"

With a huffed laugh he met your gaze. "What if I was?"

He thought he saw your cheeks flush when you focused back on your sandwich. "Maybe I'd like that."

It was late, around midnight, and you listened to the sound of the waves as you sat side by side in the sand. The bar was still open, but your uncle had taken on the night shift, giving you the freedom to spend your time out here, away from people. You hear the music and laughter from afar and if you turned around you'd see the colorful string lights too, but you much preferred the view of the ocean in front of you. At least for now.

Younghoon was sitting close to you, his hand just barely touching yours. You wondered if he was cold in his white tee while you were all wrapped up in his cozy hoodie. You inched closer, intertwining your fingers and pulling his hand into your lap. Maybe you could at least keep his arm warm. He turned to look at you with a smile, before running his free hand through his hair.

"The boys would hate this," he said with a chuckle.

"Would they really?" Your voice sounded more serious than intended. You knew it was just an offhand comment, but it made you wonder if that could be a dealbreaker for him. You knew he treasured his friends.

He considered for a moment. "Only if I'm not serious. They care about you, you know."

"So, are you? Serious?"

"Yeah." He didn't shy away from your gaze. "I'm serious."

You squeezed his hand in yours and he squeezed right back and even though it was such a small gesture it gave you butterflies. He was serious about you, about this. With flushed cheeks and a smile tugging at your lips, you leaned your head against his shoulder. You sat like that for a while, back to listening to the waves.

"Maybe we should end their bet," you eventually mumbled. "Since they already lost." You could imagine the surprise on their face if you were to tell them.

"Mhm, we should," he rested his head against yours, "but not now. Let's stay here a little longer."

"Yeah, let's."

"That actually makes so much sense," Eric exclaimed dramatically, after you'd told them a few days later. "How else would you have resisted my charm?"

Changmin huffed a laugh. "Right, because you're so irresistible."

"Hey–"

"Anyway," Sangyeon interrupted, "that means the bet is off."

Sunwoo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, casually resting his arm on Younghoon's shoulder. "You're only saying that because you've lost. Younghoon is clearly on team beach volleyball. He just joined in on a game the other day."

Eric shook his head and formed an X with his arms. "Nope, no, he clearly said he wasn't joining."

Younghoon rolled his eyes at their antics, wondering if he should say something to make them shut up. But then he met your amused gaze and decided to leave it be.

"What was the wager anyway?" You asked him quietly.

Younghoon shrugged as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I have no idea."

You giggled. He liked the sound of it and the happy glint in your eyes. He also liked the shimmer of your lip gloss.

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frickingnerd · 17 days

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if i could rewind time, i'd do it all again

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: you're stuck in a time loop, the events of october fourth repeating again and again. but are you able to defy fate and save shinjiro?

tags: lots of death, a ton of angst, a good amount of fluff too, obvious spoilers for october fourth, timeloops, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i teared up twice while writing this– this is the oneshot i'm proudest of so far, so i hope this performs well 👉🏻👈🏻 if you liked it, consider reblogging and commenting!

when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you, you only wished for one thing: to rewind time and save him!

it was an unrealistic wish, you knew that. it was a wish you never thought would be granted to you.

but when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october again. you could hear shinjiro's voice outside of your room, yelling at you to finally wake up and come outside. and suddenly you knew that your wish was granted. you've got a second chance!

“h-hey, let go of me! what's gotten into you?”

you had rushed out of your room and pulled shinjiro into a tight hug, almost squeezing him to death yourself. of course, shinjiro had no idea what was going on. and yet, he reciprocates the hug, while you sobbed in his arms.

“i'm just… so glad you're here”

shinjiro gently held you, as you cried. his fingers moved through your hair, gently stroking it. being so close to him made you realize that this wasn't a dream. shinjiro was alive! at least, for now.

“i need you to do me a favour…”

when you stopped crying, you pulled away and looked up at shinjiro. there was so much determination in your eyes that he wondered what had gotten into you. shinjiro had never seen you like this before.

“whatever you do, don't leave the building today. just… please, stay here with me!”

if shinjiro never left, he couldn't run into takaya. he'd survive and you would've been the one who saved him.

“you're acting strange…”

shinjiro wanted to know more. he wanted to know why he wasn't allowed to leave. clearly, something was going on. but you didn't seem ready to tell him, so he didn't ask.

“just today, got it? akihiko is going to kill me, if he finds out i let you skip school…”

shinjiro chuckled and rolled his eyes, only for you to quickly smack his arm and glare at him with tears in your eyes.

“don't even joke about that–!”

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you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't rest until october fourth and the dark hour were over. yet here you were, having fallen asleep in shinjiro's room. or rather, you just woke up after having dozed off.

shinjiro and you had been watching movies in his room all day, but somewhere along it you must've fallen asleep. it was close to midnight now, but when you looked around the room, rubbing your eyes sleepily, shinjiro was nowhere to be found.

you panicked, quickly jumping up and running downstairs. despite crying out his name and knocking on every door, you couldn't find him. shinjiro had left the building. and there was only one place he could be…

when you got there, things had planned out just like they did the first time around. shinjiro's lifeless body was laying in the ground, with holes in his chest. akihiko and ken were both by his side, crying. despite having gotten another chance, you had failed. shinjiro died again, because you couldn't prevent it!

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, but there were no signs left of that anymore. it was as if last night had never happened. as if this was the first time it was october fourth.

“let's go on a trip! just the two of us~!”

you had met shinjiro in the hallway. unlike the last time, you weren't crying when you saw him. instead, there was a bright smile on your lips, as you tried to look completely carefree.

“you do realize you have to go to school, right?”

shinjiro was clearly perplexed by your request, but you were very keen on going on that trip with him. after all, if you could keep him out of town, he wouldn't die. you could save him this time!

“pretty please! i'm never asking you for anything, so just do me this one favour!”

“you ask me for things all the time!”

shinjiro groaned, but when you wouldn't give up, he finally sighed and agreed to it.

“fine, but you'll take the blame if we get in trouble with akihiko or mitsuru because of this...”

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shinjiro and you never made it out of town. shortly after you bought your train tickets, all train rides got canceled. you remained at the train station, hoping that you could still take a later train out of town. but it seemed like some high power wanted to prevent you from leaving this place.

“we should just go home… it's getting late and we're already in enough trouble, if akihiko and mitsuru found out we skipped school…”

shinjiro got up from the bench inside the train station. it was already dark outside and barely anyone was around anymore. everyone had given up, except for the two of you.

“n-no, just… five more minutes, please!”

you were desperate to leave. you couldn't admit that this had all been for nothing. and just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, a familiar voice rung out.

“if it isn't my two favorite S.E.E.S. members~!”

you would recognize his voice anywhere: takaya sakaki, the man that had killed shinjiro.

“get behind me!”

shinjiro protectively stepped in front of you, as he recognized takaya. you were frozen in shock, unable to say or do anything. you could only watch, as takaya pulled out his gun. and once again, he shot shinjiro.

“n-no… this wasn't supposed to happen…”

shinjiro laid in front of you once more, completely lifeless. you couldn't move. even when takaya had shot him, you could only stand frozen in shock and watch. he didn't even bother to shoot you too. as if he knew you wouldn't even try to fight back. as if you couldn't fight back.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you couldn't even remember how you got back to the dorms. or perhaps, you never did. last night hadn't happened, after all.

“you want to do… what?”

“run away with me, please–!”

the trains wouldn't work, so perhaps if you simply ran away with shinjiro, you could get him out of town. you could keep him away from takaya and make sure he survived the day.

“you're being weird…”

shinjiro didn't even take you seriously. he simply rolled his eyes and turned away. but you wouldn't give up that easily.

“i know that i sound insane… but you need to trust me. please, i– i need to leave town–!”

you clung to shinjiro's sleeve, preventing the boy from leaving. shinjiro turned around, quietly staring at you. eventually, he sighed softly.

“grab your things, we're leaving in twenty minutes!”

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shinjiro and you had been walking all day. the trains had once again all been canceled. you could barely feel your feet anymore, but you continued to walk. you were on the edge of town and the sun had just begun to sink. only a few more hours and you'd be safe! shinjiro would be safe…

“aren't you tired?”

shinjiro was clearly exhausted himself, but he didn't want to complain. he still didn't know why you were leaving town, but he knew things were serious. you wouldn't have begged him to come with you otherwise.

“i-i'm fine…!”

you didn't want shinjiro to notice how exhausted you were. he shouldn't have to worry about you. he was the one in danger, afterall. not you.

“you're lying!”

shinjiro sighed and stopped.

“you haven't eaten all day. please, let me buy you something. i don't want you to collapse!”

your eyes wandered towards the sky. the sun was still barely visible on the horizon, yet the moon already loomed over it. almost as if to remind you that time was running out soon.

“f-fine, i think we can take a small break!”

shinjiro smiled softly and nodded.

“wait here, i'll buy us something!”

on the other side of the road was a small bakery. surely, the two of you could buy something there, that you could eat while walking.

“do you want a bun with bean paste or–”

shinjiro turned around, glancing over his shoulder and calling out to you, as he crossed the street. but in that short moment he didn't look, a car came rushing towards him. you could barely even register what was happening, before shinjiro's lifeless body laid in front of you once more.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you hadn't returned to the dorms last night, yet here you were again, waking up in your own bed.

outside of your door, you could hear shinjiro yell at you to wake up and get out of your room. he was still alive. but you knew it wouldn't be for much longer. sometime during october fourth, he'd die. whether takaya killed him or something else. shinjiro aragaki was destined to die. you knew he would die from the start. so why were you crying now? you should've always known this is how things would end. that you couldn't save him.

“hey… why are you crying?”

shinjiro had entered your room without you even noticing. he quickly walked up to your bed and pulled you into a tight hug. but you couldn't even reply or react to him. you felt so numb after everything that happened those last few days.

“if you're not ready to tell me… then i won't force you!” shinjiro quietly whispered. “but just know, that i'm here for you. i want to help you, even if it's just by distracting you with some movies and ice cream…”

you softly nodded. perhaps, it would be okay to just watch movies for a day. perhaps you didn't have to try to save shinjiro. he was destined to die, but he still returned to you every time. so would it be that bad to just enjoy the time you had with him…?

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. the morning after that, it was the fourth of october as well. and the mornings after that, it was the fourth of october too. every day was the fourth of october.

shinjiro died every day. but in a way, he never did. you gave up on trying to save him a few october fourth's ago. why should you waste your time trying to delay the inevitable, when instead you could spend your days with shinjiro? the two of you had went to eat ice cream, watched every movie in cinemas, played laser tag, went to the arcade and did everything this town had to offer! you were happy! right…? you don't actually want to let him go, do you? isn't this exactly the life you wanted to live? by shinjiro's side? so why were you slowly starting to have doubts…?

“are you happy?”

shinjiro's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“are you happy with this life we are living?”

you suddenly began to feel uneasy.

where was this coming from?

“what are you talking about, shinj~?”

you tried to smile, but it looked forced. this wasn't a genuine smile. you couldn't even fool yourself.

“i think it's time you let go of me…”

shinjiro gently reached his hand out towards you, but you flinched and pulled away from him. he wasn't supposed to say that! he wasn't supposed to question anything. he was supposed to be happy! YOU were supposed to be happy!

“i wanted to make this easier for you. i wanted you to make some more memories with me, but i think we are running out of time…”

you began to tear up. you tried so hard to keep that fake smile on your lips and to keep your eyes dry. but you couldn't act like you were okay any longer.

“i don't want to lose you, shinjiro… not again.”

“i wish i could stay with you, but i don't think i have a choice…”

shinjiro reached out his hand towards you once more. this time you allowed him to take your hand. he gently held it and smiled at you softly as he spoke.

“you know what happens tonight, right?”

you nodded quietly.

“i'll die once more during the dark hour. but this time, it'll be my last time. after that, you'll have to manage without me…”

shinjiro hated the thought of leaving you behind. but he trusted you and the other members of S.E.E.S. to take care of yourselves. akihiko and mitsuru would be there to comfort you, when he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

“i don't want to let you die, shinjiro…”

you firmly squeezed his hand, wanting to hold on to him for as long as you still could.

“but… i'm glad i had at least a bit more time with you. the time i spent with you was the happiest of my life…”

shinjiro smiled and nodded softly.

“mine too…”

⏱︎ ⏱︎ ⏱︎

when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you that night, you knew he wouldn't return to you anymore. that the two of you had used up all the time that was left. but that time had eventually run out.

all the members of S.E.E.S. were by your side that night. while you had felt so utterly alone the previous nights, there was a strange sense of comfort, knowing that you weren't the only one grieving. everyone felt the same way as you. they were all grieving the loss of their friend and teammate. but perhaps in grieving together, you could help make things easier for each other…

when you returned to the dorms that night, it was completely quiet. there were no more tears left to cry. you fell into bed, still wearing your school uniform. perhaps if you'd wake up, things would start all over again. though you weren't sure if this was what you even wanted anymore.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fifth of october.

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valkeakuulas · 23 days

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:D Hello! *rolls the 🎲* with Cody/Wooley, please

👉🏻👈🏻

Ahhh, the good ol' Cohawk. And guess what? The Random Number Generator gave me 21 AKA WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :) which means I get to pick any prompt I want!

Also, there be naughty themes here, heh heh. I'd give this R rating or something like that. ;D

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21. WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :) = 38. A Kiss While One Party Is Carried

Wooley wasn't drunk, just tipsy. Delightfully tipsy. The little tower of upended shot glasses, glittering in the bar's lights, might reach his jaw but Wooley hadn't been the only one to down them, no sir.

Anyway, as he was only tipsy and not drunk, Wooley could admire the exotic sight that was Marshal Commander Cody in dress grays. Usually, the uniform did nothing for a clone's figure but as Wooley let his eyes drag up the Marshal Commander's back, lingering on Cody's ass, he had to admit that there must've been some kind of Force-related mystery afoot because somehow Cody made the whole thing work.

Such injustice, Wooley mused, turning his attention to thick, strong thighs. They, as always, looked good (especially when wrapped around him) and the longer Wooley looked at them, the more he wanted to see them out of those pants.

Cody turned away from the Commander that had accosted him (Wooley had no idea who they were, only that he had never seen a more haggard-looking clone in his life), he gave Wooley an apologetic smile. The humidity of the night had affected Cody's hair, loosening them from the neatly combed back form. At some point he had loosened the collar of his jacket, revealing collarbones, and even in the dimness of the bar, Wooley's eyes zeroed in on the dark mark on one of them.

That and the warmth in Cody's eyes as he leaned close made Wooley's heart skip a beat.

Wooley smiled, wide and bright, loving it when he got to see the older clone at ease like this.

"You want another drink?" Cody asked, speaking loud enough to carry over the music. He leaned against the bar counter, looking so relaxed as he flagged the service droid.

"I think I'm in the mood for something else," Wooley replied, remembering his earlier thought of wanting to see Cody out of those pants. His smile turned into a cheeky grin as he let his eyes rove meaningfully over Cody.

From the way Cody's hand stopped mid-wave, eyes darkening, he got Wooley's message loud and clear.

Winking, Wooley pushed himself upright (only swaying a little) and weaved his way through the dancing bodies and in the direction of the refreshers. He could feel the heat emanating from Cody's body as he followed Wooley right on his heels.

The refresher was mostly empty and even through the closed door the music was still loud enough to cover the muffled sounds and rattling that came from one of the occupied stalls.

Aiming for the last one, Wooley stepped in and turned around when Cody locked the door.

Before the older clone could crowd him against one of the walls, Wooley beat him to it. Grabbing Cody's thighs, Wooley felt the muscles bunch in surprise when he hoisted Cody in the air. With a yelp of surprise, Cody wrapped his limbs around Wooley, looking down at him with what could only be called confused lust.

Smirking, Wooley shifted his hold, fingers sinking into Cody's thighs. His muscles barely strained from holding Cody like this and he let it show by lifting Cody higher for a quick second.

The startled, hungry noise Cody did surprised them both, especially the older clone, whose face turned bright red. Being carried like this clearly did things to Cody because Wooley could see the way his pupils widened, nearly drowning the gold-brown.

Then, Cody kissed him urgently, almost needy, as fingers tugged at Wooley's hair and shoulders. The thighs, the ones that had started all this, tensed as Cody wrapped them tighter around Wooley. This close, there was no way to hide the hardness pressing against Wooley, not that he was any better in that matter.

In the back of his delightfully tipsy mind, the little sober part of Wooley congratulated himself for having such a bright idea and vowed to try this again in the future.

For now, lust and alcohol robbed away the rest of Wooley's thoughts, muffling the heavy beat of the music and the sounds of fucking from the next stall over, until all he could think and feel was Cody and Cody's lips.

#asks #brokenphoenix99 #Wooley #Commander Cody #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #clone shipping #askbox writing prompts #fanfiction #OTP #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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After reading your last tony one shot, it's impossible not to ask you for another part with the reader getting pregnant again, please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Welcome home, little one

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5K

SUMMARY | Both you and Tony are ready to add another baby to your family, though getting to that point doesn't seem as easy as the two of you had hoped. A difficult pregnancy and even worse labor and delivery have you doubting everything, but when you're holding your new baby in your arms, you know it's been worth every second of pain and hardships; you'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut ( praise kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), implied aftercare), angst ( difficulties with getting pregnant, complete emotional/ mental breakdown, extreme morning sickness, Reader accidentally wets herself, unplanned pregnancy, difficult labor, extreme loss of blood, emergency c-section ).

A/N | Thank you so much for your request, sweet Nonnie! I absolutely adore these two together and their little family, too! This fic took a turn I had not anticipated before starting this, but I hope you enjoy the route I took with this regardless! Oh, and a small sidenote... I WISH HE WOULD LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY?! 🖤

Likes, comments, and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Once a month, Orion and Hudson go to their grandparents' house for the weekend, so the two of you have the entire kingdom of your home for yourselves.

Howard and Maria adore the twins, and they're always excited to have a sleepover with grandma and grandpa, so you two make the best of every single weekend alone.

You and Tony spent most of the night making love to one another, and now you just woke up, cuddling into his arms, your legs tangled together, your head laying on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.

''What would you think of having another baby?'' you say, seemingly grabbing the comment out of thin air, and Tony sits up straight within seconds, pushing you off in a not-so-elegant motion.

You land on the mattress with a huff, and you just lay there defeated; Tony quickly looks over at you to see if you're okay.

''Sorry, Sunshine, I wasn't sure I heard you correctly. Did you say you want to have another child?'' he says as he looks at you, and his hand moves to your cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

''I did, yeah. The twins are growing too fast, and I'm ready to add another. I always dreamed of having a big family, after all,'' you say, and Tony can't help but feel his heart beat faster when you talk so lovingly about your kids and family.

''You guys are the absolute loves of my life, and I think one more little one would make life perfect,'' you say with a big smile, sighing softly at the thought of having another baby.

''I think that would indeed be perfect,'' Tony whispers as he leans towards you, capturing your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss, moving his lips in sync with yours as you open them, giving him access to explore your mouth with his tongue.

He crawls over you after pulling away, letting his hips roll slowly over your mount and onto your stomach, shy of where you need him.

His arms are caging you in, his forehead pressed against yours as he looks deep into your eyes, breathing warm air over your lips with every roll of his hips, and it is at this moment you're very grateful you don't have two kids in the house to interrupt you.

''I'm going to take good care of you today, Sunshine. I'll make you fall apart over and over again until all you can think of is me. There won't be a single worry in your mind, not a single thought other than how good I will make you feel,'' he says between kisses that trail down your body.

When his mouth reaches your breasts, he takes his time to pay attention to each of your nipples while soft moans keep tumbling from your lips, and the wetness between your legs only grows.

His tongue licks circles around the peaked bud before lapping over it and sucking it into his mouth, making your back arch as his hand plays with the other one, rolling and squeezing your nipple and kneading your breast itself. You can feel that you're slipping into a fuzzy headspace.

His hips keep rolling against the mattress as he's making his way down, as he is very much in need of some friction, but he doesn't allow himself enough to get off on it, wanting to feel you squeeze around him later.

''T-Tony,'' you moan softly when he bites down softly on your nipple, and the groan leaving your body at the sting has him twitching, and precum drips from him at the sound.

''You're doing so good for me, Sunshine, being a perfect girl,'' Tony praises, and it makes you feel good, making you slip further into your favorite fuzzy headspace.

After giving both your nipples the same treatment, he trails his kisses down your stomach, his hands wander down your sides and underneath your ass, where he squeezes playfully before letting them wander onto your thighs, his trail of kisses going down your right thigh first, before taking the same path upwards over your left one.

When his mouth reaches your inner thighs, he spreads your legs apart, making enough room for him to fit perfectly as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, his teeth nibbling softly on the sensitive skin, earning him small whines as he bursts of pleasure shoot through you.

''Tony, please,'' you beg, not knowing what you're begging for now. All you know is that he makes you feel so good, and you only want more. More pleasure, more Tony, more everything.

''Hmm, it's so nice when you beg for me, Sunshine, but you don't even know what you're begging for, do you? Just begging for all I'm giving you and more, huh?'' Tony says as his hot breath glides over your folds, where you need him more than anywhere else.

You're too deep into the fuzziness to comprehend what he's saying entirely, and answering is next to impossible now, but he's still trying to get one out of you to tease a little bit.

''Have you already gone fuckdumb for me, Sunshine? Haven't touched you yet, and you already can't seem to think straight,' he says with a big smile, your back only arching as his lips ghost over your folds.

''Y-yes,'' you croak out, and his tongue licks a big stripe from your entrance to your clit while his hips slowly roll against the mattress so he won't go insane.

A loud gasp escapes your lips as his thumb pushes onto your clit and makes small but tight circles, and your hands are trying to find anything to hold onto, to ground yourself as you're overcome with a lot of pleasure.

''Good girl,'' Tony groans before replacing his thumb with his tongue, switching between licking, sucking, and nibbling your clit as he builds you up and up, waiting for the coil inside you to snap.

Your breath rapidly quickens as you get closer, and your back arches as he keeps licking and sucking, your hands finding their place in his hair as you tug on it, waiting for the pleasure to flow over.

''G-God, 'm cumming!'' you scream out, your back arching and your hips rolling against Tony's face as he licks you through your orgasm, his hips stopping their motions before he cums all over the sheets.

He grunts as you tug on his hair, and the vibrations only prolong your orgasm, but before this one is entirely over, his fingers find their way to your entrance, plunging them in with one smooth motion, and you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling.

''Fuck! M-more, please!'' you beg Tony, and he does, moving his fingers in and out in a steady motion, his mouth still attached to your clit before bending his fingers and sending you headfirst into your second orgasm.

Tears are streaming down your face from pleasure, overflowing as you're coming down from your high, aftershocks of your orgasm still wracking through you as your legs tremble, and you can't think straight anymore.

''Such a perfect girl for me, Sunshine. Fucking love it when you cum for me like that; you taste sweet as damn honey for me. Can never get enough of tasting you as you fall apart for me,'' Tony whispers in your ear as he's hovering over you again, his cock leaking beads of precum onto your stomach.

His lips find yours, and you let out a broken moan as you taste yourself on his lips. If you weren't ready to have another baby with this man before, you are now.

The two of you were wrapped up in a little make-out session until your hand wandered lower, wrapping itself around Tony's still-hard cock and slowly moving it up and down at a teasing pace.

''I still want you to put a baby in me, Love,'' you say as Tony trails his kisses down to your neck, grabbing your arms and twisting you around simultaneously so you're straddling him.

''If you want me so bad, why don't you ride me so deliciously? Ride me and squeeze my cock with that tight pussy until I fuck my cum deep inside you,'' he groans, and you lean forward, capturing his lips with yours this time.

Your hips roll against his cock, which is trapped between your dripping cunt and his stomach, and the squelching sound coming from you only makes you more turned on.

When you slide forward enough to stimulate his tip and his back arches, your hands find their way into his messy hair, pulling him impossibly closer as your tongues slide into his mouth, your hips not stopping what they're doing.

''S-Sunshine, need you to use me,'' Tony says because he goes feral when you use him as your fucktoy, doing everything you want to him for your pleasure.

He doesn't give up control in the bedroom often since he loves to take his time and make such sweet, perfect love to you for hours on end, but when he does this, he will always feel like he's on top of the world.

''Yeah? Are you going to be a good boy and let me use you however I please? Gonna let me fuck you until you're completely dry, and your cum is leaking out of my tight pussy?'' you ask, and Tony's eyes widen at your words, nodding rapidly.

''Alright, but only because you're being a perfect fucktoy for me right now,'' you say as you squeeze his cheeks with your fingers, and he opens his mouth before you spit into it and make him swallow it.

The moan leaving his chest lets you know just how good you make him feel right now, and with one more roll of your hips, you let him know you're feeling amazing as well. You lift your hips, impatient, and need him to fuck you right here and now.

You slowly sink when he's lined up with your entrance, his preparation helping immensely as you get used to his stretch inside your tight walls. Even after giving birth to two children, nature has gifted you a tight pussy, for which Tony is eternally grateful.

His sliding in has you moaning loudly, and Tony can't help but squeeze your hips as you adjust to his position because it always feels like you can feel him so much deeper like this.

''Fuck, 's like a vice, Sunshine,'' you say as you clench around his length, your head falling back as you start rolling your hips a little, enough to give you a bit of pleasure but not enough to get you both off yet.

''This dick feels so fucking good inside my pussy; I can't wait for you to fill me up and get me pregnant again. That's what you want, right, to see me all around with your child again? Yeah, such a needy slut for me when I'm fucking pregnant, fucking me every chance you get, and drinking my milk too, huh?'' you say as you keep rolling your hips while Tony desperately tries to thrust up, but without success.

''I don't think so,'' you say as you lean back, effectively pinning his hips to the bed with your weight. ''You're only supposed to take what I give you because that's what you need, right? All you need to do is lay there and be pretty for me, so I can fuck myself dumb on this cock, and you can get me nice and round again,'' you say, and Tony swallows thickly at your sharp tone but nods.

''Good boy,'' you say before picking up your hips and sinking again with quite a bit of force. Tony is completely taken off guard by it, and he gasps as pleasure builds in his veins, bones, and soul.

You keep this going at a nice and slow pace while building both of you up until you're almost there, and you lean forward to whisper into Tony's ear.

''Please, fuck our future child into me,'' you say with a breathy moan, and before you know it, you're laying on your back, your knees pressed into your chest, and Tony's fucking you with such vigor he's completely breathless.

''Fuck, I will fuck this cum so deep into you, it'll have no other way to go than into you, Sunshine. Going to get you so fucking pregnant again, see you growing round and perfect for me as you carry my baby again,'' he groans, and with those words, he shoots his cum deep inside you with a loud moan of your name.

You're falling apart simultaneously, and he fucks you both through your orgasms until you're completely fucked out, and he pulls out. When he sees his cum leaking out of you, he scoops it up and pushes it back into your pussy, wanting it to stick and get you pregnant.

''You're always my perfect girl, and I can't wait until you're glowing like last time when you carried the twins,'' he says as he peppers soft kisses all over your face before the two of you take a relaxing shower and spend the rest of the day on the couch.

Getting pregnant this time proved more difficult than anticipated, and you've done many pregnancy tests each time you're late, but to no avail. After about the 3rd or 4th time, you were ready to give up and accept that it wasn't in the cards for you, but Tony convinced you to keep going.

''We don't have to try again right away, Sunshine. If you want to wait a little while, that's okay too; your physical and mental health goes before anything else, okay?'' he says as you look at another negative pregnancy test after you've been so sure this time would be the one.

''I d-don't know if I-I can d-do this a-anymore,'' you say between lots of sniffles, the reality of yet another negative test slowly sinking into you, making you more discouraged than ever.

''It's okay, Sunshine, c'mere,'' Tony says as he pulls you into his chest, holding you close as sobs wreak havoc in your body. You can't take it anymore, and you're having a complete breakdown. You're feeling more spent than ever, and you know you can't keep going like this.

You decided to stop trying for about a year to get your cycle on track again, and maybe your hormone levels, too, since it could be one of the causes of your late periods.

That is until one faithful morning in early June, an alarming wave of nausea suddenly wakes you up, and you quickly run to the bathroom, just in time to throw up everything in your stomach and then some.

Tony was by your side instantly, holding your hair back with one hand and rubbing your back soothingly with the other. The cramps in your stomach are unlike anything you've ever felt before, and because of the force of your throwing up, you accidentally wet yourself, too, which you hadn't noticed as you were too busy trying to stop dry-heaving.

When you figure that out, you burst into tears, embarrassment flooding your body as you let your head fall, but Tony doesn't comment on it, knowing it'll only make you feel worse.

''Let's take a shower together,'' he says softly before standing up and turning on the shower so it can warm up before you get in, and he shoots Maria a quick text to take care of the twins. It's a good thing you're at his parents' house for a week.

He slowly gets you out of the pajamas you were wearing and throws them onto a pile to be washed right after your shower before getting into the shower with you, where you're shivering despite standing under the warm water.

Tears are still streaming down your face as he wraps his arms around you, and you two stand underneath the warm water, your arms holding his body tight to your own as you allow your emotions to take over for now.

Tony is your safe space; with him, you're finally letting go of all the emotions bottled up for so long. From the acting career, you never got to have, early parenthood, not having your father in your life, being unable to get pregnant, and so much more. Everything has been building up and leading to this point.

It will be a ride with more difficulties than you could have foreseen.

During the shower, Tony helps you wash your hair - giving you a relaxing scalp massage - and your body without mentioning what happened earlier. It was already embarrassing enough, and before you know it, you're clean and wearing your comfiest outfit, glasses, and hair loose around your shoulders.

''You're doing so well for me, Sunshine. You're doing perfectly. Shall we see our little Munchkins?'' he asks after putting on his comfy outfit and glasses.

''That'd be nice,'' you say. Tony throws the clothing from earlier in the washing machine, letting it do its thing before guiding you to the living room where Hudson and Orion are watching cartoons with Howard; Maria is in the kitchen making breakfast.

Orion spotted you first, and she happily trots over to you, and you let her arms surround you, pulling you in for a hug. It doesn't take long for Hudson to do the same; you're fighting back the tears right now.

You go and sit on your knees before them before talking to them. ''I love you both so much, you know that? You two are our little miracles, and I'm happy that I'm your Mommy,'' you say, and they both wrap their arms around your neck, each hugging one side of your face.

''We love you too, Mommy,'' Orion says, and she plants a big kiss on your cheek, which makes you giggle; Hudson does the same, making you chuckle as well, and Tony can't help but smile when he hears your two angels as they make you giggle like that.

''Can the two of you sit on the couch and watch your cartoon for a few minutes? I need to whisk Grandpa away to talk to him,'' you tell the two of them, and Howard gets up, following you to his office.

''Is everything okay?'' he asks as you close the door behind you and sit in one of the chairs in front of Howard's desk.

''I- I'm not sure... As you know, Tony and I have had many difficulties conceiving another child. Still, we might have gotten lucky by accident,'' you say, a small smile creeping onto your lips because you know it's too early to tell by now.

''Earlier today, I had this awful wave of morning sickness, and it's worse than it was with the twins, but I don't know if it's that or if I just ate something bad yesterday,'' you say, unsure of what Howard will say. But there's a reason you're trusting him with this information.

''Have you had the chance to do a test yet? I get that it's still early, but after everything the two of you have gone through, it might be good to take a test and know for sure, even if you might not like the outcome of it,'' he says, but you shake your head.

''W-We didn't think we'd need them anytime soon. We've only stopped actively trying about six months ago, and even though I'm on birth control now, I'm sure it could have slipped through,'' you sigh, and Howard nods.

''Well, what do you hope for the result to be?'' he asks, and it's a heavy question to which you're not sure you have an answer. On the one hand, you've been wanting another baby for so long, but on the other hand, you're not sure you're ready after all the negative tests lately.

''Honestly? I don't know, and that makes me feel horrible,'' you sigh, fighting back the tears.

''It's normal to not know what you want, especially after everything you've gone through for the last year. It's best if you talk to Tony about it and take a test together, so you both know what's happening, and we can take it from there,'' Howard says as he grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

Tony had a similar conversation with his Mom in the kitchen, too.

''Mom? Can I talk to you for a few minutes?'' he asks as he walks into the kitchen and leans with his butt against the counter, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

''Of course, what's going on?'' she says as she flips the French toast in the pan, which sports a beautiful golden brown color.

''I'm worried about her, Mom. I think she had a wave of morning sickness this morning, but it wasn't anything like with the twins; it was as if this had been quadrupled,'' Tony sighs as he thinks back to your hunched-over form earlier this morning.

''Is she pregnant again?'' Maria asks, but Tony shrugs.

''We haven't done a test yet, but I doubt it since she's on birth control. It's not like we were actively trying or anything,'' he says, watching Maria scoops the French toast onto a plate before adding new ones to the pan.

''Maybe start there,'' she says, and you do. After breakfast, Tony will get a few tests just to be sure while you're cuddled up on the couch with the twins and a nice thick blanket. You're watching the same movie for the hundredth time, but you don't mind because it makes them happy, which also makes you happy.

When Tony returns, you quickly take the tests; this time, there is no denying it; every test indicates you are pregnant. After all the hardships and negative tests, you've been blessed with a little one for your family.

This pregnancy has been tough so far; the morning sickness never disappears until you finally enter your third trimester. You are on strict bedrest now because the doctor doesn't want to put you under any more stress right now.

''Can I get you anything, Sunshine? Something to drink, some snacks? Another pillow? A few kisses?'' Tony asks as you get situated on your couch. Today is your first day of bed rest, and you're already restless.

''I can always go for some kisses,'' you say, and Tony happily provides, pecking your lips sweetly before you lean back, letting yourself sink into the pillows behind you as you get situated with the snacks and drinks close by, as well as your laptop, tablet, the remote for the tv and a few books.

''I'm going to pick up Virginia from the airport; I'll be home in a few hours, okay? If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask my Mom; she'll be here in less than 10 minutes when necessary,'' he says as if it's the first time you hear it.

''I know! Now go, or else my Mom will be waiting,'' you say, and with a playful smack on his butt, you send him on his way. Today is the twins' school day, so that they won't be home; Howard will pick them up and bring them by later tonight.

You were quickly used to the bedrest, but the further your pregnancy progressed, the more restless you became. You're used to doing everything around the house, and you feel bad for Tony since he had to stop filming for a pretty big film, forgoing one of the most prominent roles of his career.

''I'd do it each and everytime for you, Sunshine. You're more important than anything right now,'' he says, and even though you love the attention, it can get a bit much sometimes. Though in the nearly five years you and Tony have been married, you've never fought, and you weren't planning on starting now.

''Love, can I please have some time by myself?'' you ask, and Tony nods, giving one last kiss on your head before leaving you alone and doing his own thing for now.

This routine continued until you were about to hit the eighth month of your pregnancy when everything suddenly changed quickly.

''T-TONY! HELP!'' you screamed out, and he was by your bed within no time. You had already pushed back the comforter to see what was happening, and your water had broken already. It was still early, but you couldn't stop it now, so you went to the hospital.

The drive was smooth, and before you know it, you're in the labor and delivery ward of the hospital. Hudson and Orion are with Howard at home, and Virginia and Maria are with both of you in the hospital.

Every few minutes, a contraction rushed through your body, and you would scream from the pain, squeezing Tony's hand so hard you were afraid you might have broken it at one point.

''FUUUUUCK! GET HIM OUT OF ME ALREADY!'' you yell when the nurse checks how far you are dilated, and you're finally ready to push. Your doctor arrives quickly; before you know it, you're allowed to push until it suddenly feels like you're peeing.

''Stop pushing! You're losing a lot of blood, and we need to do an emergency c-section!'' she said, but you were at the point where you couldn't stop pushing, feeling like you needed to go to the toilet badly.

''C-can't stop!'' you say with a whine, but before you know it, you're wheeled to the operating room that's only a few doors down and brought under for an emergency c-section.

Tony, Maria, and Virginia are left in the room, utterly dumbfounded at what happened. The entire hospital is decorated with Christmas decorations, but here they were, fearing for your life and your son.

There was no Holiday cheer for them right now. Their Christmas Eve might have turned into the worst day of their lives without them knowing because no one is telling them anything.

After what seems like an eternity, one of the nurses in the operating room approaches Tony and pulls him apart from Maria and Virginia.

''Your wife has lost a lot of blood because her placenta ruptured, and we didn't want to risk the baby's health. Both mother and son are alive and well, though it will be a long recovery for her,'' the nurse says before returning to the operating room.

Tony falls against the wall before sliding down, his hands in his hair while sobs leave his chest and tears stream like hot tracks down his face. His wife and baby are okay; his family is finally complete.

''They're okay,'' he breathes out as Maria and Virginia walk over, and they both pull him in for a big hug, crying along with him as they are relieved you're both okay.

You're staying in the hospital for a week after the c-section, and three days into your stay, Howard, Maria, and Virginia are coming over to visit you three with the twins, as they've been very excited to meet their little brother.

Since you couldn't celebrate a proper Christmas, the twins are both wearing a Christmas sweater with ''Big Brother'' or ''Big Sister'' on it, and the grandparents are wearing wacky Christmas sweaters as well, along with some presents for everyone.

Tony was holding your newborn son in his arms since you're not allowed to lift too much yet; seeing how fresh your wound is, you're allowed to hold him during breastfeeding, which is good.

''Hi Mommy, hi Daddy!'' the twins say in unison, and they both run over to Tony, who swiftly needs to step back.

''Careful, Munchkins, I'm holding your little brother, and we wouldn't want anything to happen to him,'' he says before sitting down in a chair behind him, and you can't help but tear up as you see Hudson and Orion be so gentle with their brother.

''He looks like Hudson,'' Orion says with a big smile, and you nod.

''He does! But he also looks like you, Babygirl, because he may have a similar face to Hudson, but he is hiding the same curls as you under his little hat. He's the perfect combination of both of you,'' you say, and Tony shows what you're talking about.

Orion gasped happily when she saw, and she gently touched his hair, making both you and Tony melt as you looked at your twins with their little brother.

''But what is his name, Mommy?'' Hudson suddenly asks, and all eyes are on you, making you a little nervous.

''Tony and I have thought long and hard about his name and decided to give him an exceptional name. His full name is Paxton Howard Stark,'' you say before looking at Howard, whose jaw was almost on the floor.

''Can you come here, Howard? Because I want to thank you for everything you have done these past years. You stepped in as my Dad when my own couldn't handle the responsibility, and I am eternally grateful. Because of that, I wanted to give you the biggest Christmas gift of all - after Paxton being born on Christmas Day, that is -which is to name him after the best grandfather he'll ever have,'' you say, and you reach out to Howard to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

''Thank you so much for everything you've taught me these past years and for allowing me to show you what you've missed out on in your youth. You're like the daughter I always wish I had, and now that we have you, we're never letting you go. After giving us the wonderful gift of our three grandchildren, you will forever have a special place in our hearts and homes. I love you, and thank you for giving me the amazing honor of naming him after me,'' Howard says before leaning forward and giving a kiss on your forehead.

The afternoon is spent cooing over Paxton, feeding him, sleeping, looking over your wound, opening presents, laughing, crying, and talking.

When you're finally allowed to go home a few days later, Tony carries Paxton in his carrier as he walks into your house; Virginia, Maria, Howard, Hudson, and Orion are already inside. Now it's just the three of you left, and you can't help but say it after everything you've gone through.

''Welcome home, little one.''

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Hi Vod‘ika ! 😄👋🏻

I want to keep the love for the skirata boys going, but my current obsession is A‘den and there is very very little with him, so I would like to request him and this outlining the marks (that you made on them) with your fingers-prompt cuz it gives me butterflies 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

thanks ☺️✌🏻

Little Touches

Summary: You and A'den have a mid-morning conversation.

Pairing: A'den Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 887

Warnings: Implications of sexual activity

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I got both of these asks, so I'm just going to answer the first one! And hello! Thank you for your request! I hope I A'den justice for you.

The bedroom is quiet, save for the sound of your fan in the corner of the room. And you’re not sure if you drifted to sleep or not, though you hope you hadn’t…you so rarely get A’den all to yourself, after all, and spending any amount of that time sleeping feels a little bit like a crime.

Though, you suppose you do have a good reason for being exhausted.

A’den had returned to you just after dinner the night before, and then he spent the whole night reminding you why you always waited for him. As if you needed the reminder, but you enjoyed it all the same.

Your body might not agree, but, well, soreness and exhaustion are temporary.

You lift your head off his chest, shifting your body just enough that you’re able to rest your arms on his torso and rest your chin on your arms, and you just stare down at him. He’s asleep, though you shouldn’t be surprised.

He was exhausted when he came home last night, and then he spent the whole night expending even more energy. Your brave man will probably sleep for hours.

Good, he deserves it.

Your gaze drifts from his face, though you could stare at his face for hours (you even have before, sometimes you can’t sleep and just being next to him is enough sometimes-) and trails down to his bare chest, and you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

His neck and chest are covered in red marks. Red marks from you, from your lips, and from your enthusiasm the night before.

How…embarrassing.

For a moment you consider getting up to grab some bacta gel from the fresher, but his arm is tight around your waist, and you really don’t want to get up just yet.

So, instead, you reach out with one finger and slowly trace one of the bruises, and then the next one, and the one after that. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice that he woke up, until his hand slides up your back and tangles in your hair, “Good morning,” His voice is low and raspy with sleep, and you immediately feel bad for waking him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” You whisper to him.

He favors you with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling with joy, and he lightly tugs you up so he’s able to kiss you properly, “Why would I want to sleep when you’re right here?” He asks.

“You must be exhausted-”

“Not that exhausted,” He corrects, and then you notice mischief on his face, “Enjoying your handiwork?”

You can feel heat rush to your face, and you bury your face in his neck. “I was thinking that I should go find some bacta for you.”

“Mm. No thanks.”

“A’den!” You whine as you lift your head.

“I like these bruises.” His grin softens and he lightly caresses your cheek, “Like having the physical marks that you need me as much as I need you.”

“You don’t need bruises to know that, do you?”

“Well, I suppose I could always get a tattoo,” A’den muses, “Right over my heart. It would say Property of-”

He’s cut off when you press your hand over his mouth, “Nooo!”

A’den laughs and tugs your hand off his mouth, “What’s wrong, cyare? Don’t want me to proclaim to all and sundry that I’m yours.”

“Not like that! Everyone knows that name tattoos are a death sentence for relationships.” You squeak when he tugs you so that you’re laying on top of him.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You smile down at him, “Besides, I’m pretty sure everyone who’s anyone already knows that you’re spoken for.”

“Sure, they know I have a cyare, but I haven’t told them your name or anything.” A’den agrees, “Wanted to keep you to myself for a time.” He tugs you into a kiss, which devolves into a series of kisses that results in him flipping you onto your back and pinning you to the bed.

“That’s fair. I did the same with my family, but also, they definitely wouldn’t approve.”

“Cause I’m a clone?” A’den asks.

“Cause you’re kinda…poor.”

“Oh. Valid.” He kisses you again, “You want to meet my family, cyare? They’re all just as poor as I am, though.”

You press your hands against his cheek, “A’den Skirata, do I look like the kind of person who cares about something as inconsequential as money?”

“Hm,” He looks around your room, “Seeing as you’ve thrifted everything in this room, including your clothes, I would say no. Your parents must be devastated.”

“Heartbroken. They buy me multi-thousand credit outfits for when I visit them.”

“You poor thing.” A’den presses a kiss to your throat, “You haven’t answered the question. Do you want to meet my buir and my brothers?”

“I’d love to,” You reply with a small smile, “Should I bring a present?”

“Why would you do that?” He asks with a laugh.

“Just…want them to like me.”

A’den leans in and he kisses you deeply, “Cyare, they’ll love you because I love you.” He lightly nips your lower lip, “Now, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Sore? Pain?”

A slow grin crosses your face, “Oh, nothing that won’t fade with some activity.”

A’den laughs, “Well then, I should help you with that.”

#star wars #tcw #a'den skirata x reader #a'den x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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sannylity · 1 year

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Another fun and bolder AU!

Charlie as the president of QSMP. He is an ambitious and a sincere leader, though sometimes not effective but he is respected enough and loved enough by the people.

Mariana as his personal maid. He is hardworking and headstrong, shaped by his poor upbringing working to get to where he is now.

They are on opposite ends. They are worlds apart from each other.

And yet they hold a much deeper relationship. A secret they strive to desperately keep. What started as a physical relationship bloomed into something more sweet and more romantic.

There’s a lot at stake in a forbidden love like theirs. The possibilities of getting caught, other people being suspicious, rumors and journalists insisting to uncover the truth, the lines blurring between work and their relationship, the scandal of being found out…

Mariana didn’t know what he was signing up for, being in love with the leader of the nation.

Charlie didn’t know what he was signing up for, being in love with someone he isn’t supposed to.

Charlie has proposed to Mariana several times, that he is willing to give up his presidency and everything else just to be with him. But Mariana can’t let him do that, that there are things more important than their own happiness, that he’s content with their secret moments together.

Will they keep staying together and keep going, knowing that their relationship is doomed to fail? Will they end it before things escalated for the worst? Will they run away together, plan an escape and leave everything behind?

A few headcanons in this AU:

Mariana made a strong impression on Charlie by scolding him about being messy. A first for a maid to do to the president of a whole nation, and for that reason, Charlie made him his personal maid.

Mariana often helps Charlie dress up. Buttoning his shirt, straightening the lapels of his suit jacket, helping with the necktie. This is probably where the attraction started. A lot of eye contact and wandering hands and close proximities.

Charlie knows his maid is pretty, which unfortunately means that Mariana gets flirted with a lot. By other maids, by cooks and by bodyguards. Every time it happens, Charlie (kind of) takes advantage of his presidency and gives them a scare. Most of the time, he’d make sure that they change their stations, that their shifts are switched and they work as far away as possible from Mariana and such.

When they first had sex, they both promised that it will never happen again. Well… It didn’t last long. It happened again and again. And it was impossible to keep their hands to themselves until the first rumor broke out.

Charlie often showers Mariana with gifts from his travels. Mariana scolds him that they’ll be found out this way but Charlie can’t help but be reminded of his maid whenever he’s away and missing him.

They often talk about a lot of what ifs at night. That Mariana dreams of them running away and going to Cancun together. Charlie on the other hand, imagined having children with him, that they’d look good together as a family.

They have a secret code for secret meetings whenever there are people around. Like wrist taps, adjusting their glasses in a specific way, specific words in conversations.

Feel free to add more if you feel like it. Or use this for art and fics and stuff 👉🏻👈🏻. I was just having thoughts because as much as I love First Lady Mariana, I imagine an AU of a forbidden love affair but politcians LOL Imagine how hot, intense, dramatic, scandalous, fluffy and angsty it could be for Slimeriana NDJWJDJSJ

#slimeriana #slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp #qsmp shipping #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au

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moodymisty · 11 months

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requests are open???????? oh??????? okay okay hear me out, I know this might seem weird but I just love how you write for our clones and since I know you love him as much as I do..... what about "finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere" + Tai? 👉🏻👈🏻

Author's note: -yanks a barbie-like doll version of Tai from your hands- He's mine to play with now >:3 and I shall make his life perfect and full of fluff as he deserves. I can't be mean to him on my first time writing him xD

Also Wrecker, since you mentioned him in another message. His is a small bonus featured at the bottom ;3

Relationships: Tai(homeless clone veteran from Kenobi to anyone unawares)/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Your friends had always insisted you had a bleeding heart. But you never really got why it was always considered something you say about someone to insult them.

You care for other people; Is that so bad?

Well, here maybe. There's no shortage of individuals looking to take advantage of that. But you're careful, it's not like you would've gotten far if you hadn't been. But sometimes you can't help it. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come out to give him some food, as he sat camped out close by the entrance to your work.

"I," He hadn't heard you at first, your voice filtered into the crowd and was carried away by it. You spoke again, louder; With more confidence, you had thought.

"I brought you another."

When you'd finally caught his attention he turned to you, the brightness of his eyes contrasting against the still somewhat disheveled nature of his hair and beard. He'd trimmed some of it not too long ago, but in the situation he was in, it was difficult to find the proper tools to do so.

You'd handed him one of the two mealboxes in your hand- it's still warm on the bottom as your fingers brush over his gloved ones. He had hesitated, but after the last few times where you had, and quite aggressively insisted, he take the food, this time he just takes it.

"You're beginning to make a habit of this," His thumb fiddled with the tab to pull up the lid and take a peek at what was inside. "You know you don't have to."

He makes good company, and you don't hesitate to say as such.

"There's some storage crates behind the store; Do you maybe want to eat together?"

You were never able to stop the expectant look on your face, maybe hoping to puppy dog eyes him into joining you. It had seemed to work, but who knows if it was the pleading tone of just the offer of some company.

He went to haul himself to his feet, so you reached out a hand. He didn't exactly shove it away, but he didn't take it; Standing fully and giving you a small smile. It still surprises you sometimes how tall he is at full height, especially with those thick plastoid boots adding another chunk of height.

"I'm not that old." Putting the hand back on your mealbox, it had been hard not to teasingly roll your eyes.

"You said it, not me."

To think, that felt like so long ago.

It really hadn't been, but time passes so wonderfully slow sometimes when you're around him. And how lucky you'd ended up, now getting to say 'good morning', instead of 'good night'.

The blankets still cover your legs, looking to the side as you watch him dump out his ratty old bag all over his side of the bed. You can tell he still doesn't think he should be here, but you were quick to give him his own little spaces of his. He deserves it, and you want him here.

Various little things come tumbling out out his worn rucksack; Some credits, a roll of bandages, a piece of candy and an empty blaster mag, even.

He's such an early riser- you're not even out of your nightclothes and he's up and moving. Already gave you a kiss and made a cup of caf.

You'd bought Tai a new satchel when you noticed the rips and holes in his current one, that were making it nearly unable to fulfill it's purpose as a bag. The one you'd bought wasn't anything fancy, but part of you had been concerned about implying he replace the old one and finding out it had sentimental value. Thankfully it didn't seem to, and now he's eager to make use of your gift.

Shaking it once more a piece of foil also comes tumbling out with his various doodads, and given it looks looks like nothing else he owns, you decide to curiously reach for it. He doesn't vocalize that you shouldn't touch it, but you still hesitate just a moment to make sure you aren't snooping.

He looks at you and then the foil in your hands, before giving a soft smile that shifts his grey speckled stubble.

"Open it."

Carefully the crumpled metal makes noise as you unfold the edges, before revealing what's inside on your lap.

A flower is pressed and dried, wrapped up in the foil. The stem is cracked from being folded to fit in such a small pack, but it's still secured with the actual petals.

"Is this," You question, even though you think you know where this is from. Not too many plants have the chance to grow and blossom in this sort of smoggy, dirty city.

It must've been blown down from a rooftop garden not too long before you'd both walked by, it late into the night and both your bellies full from some hot, cheap food. The flower had been a bright blue just like the fading paint on his armor, and picking up off the ground you managed to save it from getting stepped on- holding it up to his chestplate. Commenting on the color match had made him smile, before he stuck it in the hair right above your ear.

You don't remember ever taking it out, so it must've fallen sometime during the night and he'd snatched it back up. There had been so much happening; The smell of food and booze, Imperial troopers chasing a mugger, Tai had an arm around you the entire time, and it had tightened with they came a bit too close. That warm feeling had made your stomach turn in knots.

"Why'd you keep it?" You're curious, gently rubbing one of the petals between your thumb and index finger. It's so soft, even the slightest touch and you're nervous you'll ruin it.

He must've had this safely in his satchel for weeks now, and you'd never even known.

"Thought that even if you didn't stick around, I'd still remember having fun that night." He didn't get many of those sorts of days, not after everything that's happened. So much of his life has just been survive to the next day; Next hour, next minute.

"You know," Gently folding the flower back up in it's foil you still hold it in your hand, glancing towards him. "I was already in love with you when you gave me this."

There still exists a small degree of self doubt that exists in him; That he's not the right man for you. Though after vehemently denying it and insisting he stay when he tried to beat himself into leaving your home, you do everything in your power to make sure he has no reason to think those things.

Your confession made him falter for a moment, as you look at him with those sweet, irresistible eyes.

Putting his knee on the bed he moves closer to you, eyebrows raised as his slightly hooded eyes stare you down. He's still a little bit sleepy since the caf hasn't quite kicked in, and neither of you have eaten yet. He's been wanting to make it, he says to make up for all those meals you gave him.

"Did it make you love me more?" You put the flower down safely out of the way, so it isn't as risk of getting crushed when you lean forward and meet him at the middle; Nose just brushing against his. You want to kiss him so fucking bad, feeling his beard against your skin when you mutter your answer.

"There's no words to describe how much it did."

✦ Bonus! Some Wrecker goodness ✦

Wrecker always runs so hot; On a cold planet like this, it's particularly nice.

He makes this sort of heat bubble, that radiates around him like the burning sun of a solar system. Warming up your thighs with the arm leaning across them, he does so as well with your back and side as he uses his other arm to pull you against his chest. Sitting sideways in his lap is nice, especially as you watch the stars.

This is the sort of thing normally makes you quite sleepy- though it doesn't help that Wrecker insists on being the most comfortable sleeping spot. At least this time it won't be terrible if you end up falling asleep, because at least he'll be here to wake you back up. Or keep an eye on everything for you.

He occasionally has to check the scanners, leaning forward to do so when he feels enough time has passed without taking a glance. The continuously snow obscures vision outside the viewports of The Marauder to a degree, but it's not bad enough that you can't see the sky. It is however, bad enough that you have to keep an eye on the scanners to check if anything is getting close, lest you end up noticing only when something's right on top of you.

Not that anyone or thing, other than maybe what little wildlife can survive out here anyways would; It's just Hunter being cautious.

When Wrecker tightens his grip on your thighs a bit an leans forward to check, you notice something underneath the armor of his wrist, and gently reach to grasp his arm. Wrecker doesn't resist and lets you have his arm but he is a little confused, until you expose the thin chain that's wrapped around his body glove but underneath his gauntlet.

"I didn't know you kept this."

You remember way back when, on your first what you would call an 'official date', your necklace had snapped. It wasn't one that had any sort of extreme sentimental value, but you had really liked it; Though when Wrecker had picked it up off the ground to see multiple links were ruined, you elected to trash it.

Apparently Wrecker hadn't done that, and had instead used the long chain and tied it around his wrist with a haphazard double knot, the small little gold pendant long since having been lost.

"I, uh," Wrecker takes his arm away from your hands, and rubs the portion of his neck just below his ear. The chain is easily hidden underneath the plates of his armor, which more than explains why you'd never spotted it up until right now.

"It reminded me of that first date." He looks at you oddly for a moment, his brown eyes trying to read your expression. "It isn't weird, is it?" You shake your head.

"No, not at all. Maybe I can use some of Tech's tools so we can fix it? Then it won't fall off."

He noticeably perks up at that. His hand goes right back to cupping the side of your thigh, his gloved palm covering a good portion of it.

"Yeah, I really don't wanna loose it after this long."

Gods, Wrecker is too sweet for you.

"Well now you got to give me something of yours, so we can match. Right?" He almost instantly starts wracking his brain for ideas, his fingers tapping against your thigh.

"I got an idea," Your eyebrows raise, waiting. "But it's a surprise."

Of course it is.

He laughs as you drop your shoulders, having been denied the instant satisfaction of knowing what memento he's going to give you.

"Awww Wrecker come on, please? Tell me?" Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull him for a kiss, but his torso is too tall for you to get anywhere in this position. He pinches the side of your thigh, making you squeal just a bit.

"I'll tell you later. Promise."

#Tai got that 501st charm i know he do #the bad batch wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #tai x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #homeless veteran x reader #clone trooper x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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swampstew · 2 years

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For your event, may I request Law with what's growing 👉🏻👈🏻

Like we said, if it's too much, it's totally fine!! I love you, Raven!! 💜💜💜

Hiii @tsunderedoctor ~ here ya go, have a goodnight and a special treat at the end<3

WC: 539. SFW, Soft moments with a reserved Law, something growing.

You stood on the small deck of the Polar Tang holding a potted flower, lost in your thoughts. It was a beautiful day turned twilight and you were too transfixed on the gorgeous scenery to notice the hatch door opening.

Law watched you watching the sky. He loved how the last rays of light reflected off your light colored hair. He didn't want to disturb you but he also wanted your attention. Nothing important of course, just wanted...your eyes on him.

He thought back on the time you first met. You had helped nurse his best friend back to life. Law usually hated feeling like he owed anyone anything, but for you, he didn't mind so much.

Especially when you parted ways. It hadn't been for very long but it was long enough for Law to ask you to stay. So you could accomplish your goals together since you both had the same final destination. He was just doing you a favor. A lie he told himself and the crew. But he wasn't convincing anyone. Least of all himself.

A small smile on his lip as he thought of all your interactions. Your voice breaking him out of his thoughts as a blush broke out on his face. His traditional scowl back on his as he tried to brush off the moment.

"Yes?"

"I was asking if you came to watch?"

Law stumbled forward, grimacing at his clumsy feet around you. "Watch what?"

You held out the potted plant. In it was a surprisingly tall, green stem. It was adorned by giant, flat leaves and on the tip, a large, green bud. Law held it close as he inspected the flower. Yes, you had mentioned it in passing before, Queen something. It only bloomed once before it withered and died.

That made him pause. It was so fleeting. All this time to grow for one beautiful moment, and then gone forever. It made him shudder. He looked to you, with your happy and excited face and he felt himself crumple. It's just a flower, chill out man, he internally scolded himself.

"Yes of course. You spent so much time and effort cultivating it. I've come to see the fruits of your labor."

You beamed at him and his heart swelled three sizes too big. Before either of you could say more, the bud began to twitch. Standing side by side, you both watch as the bud began to unfurl. White petals pushing through and feathering out as it spread.

The petals were long, and flattened laterally with an almost spherical curve. The outer petals were flatter and more oval in shape. Feathery, slim petals made up the last of the outer petals. The center was filled with short and narrow bracteoles, the next generation as it were.

Law was stunned, "it's beautiful."

You smile, "it is. This flower is a powerful reminder to enjoy the small moments because time is fleeting. I've also heard that anyone who witnesses the Queen of the Night bloom will have good luck," she chuckled softly.

"Is that so," he smirked.

"Yes! As a matter of fact--" you were cut off as Law leaned down and kissed you.

"Do you feel lucky, Roese?"

#swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew #swampstew stories #raven answers #one piece trafalgar law #law one piece #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece law #tsunderedoctor #law x oc

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hi, I was thinking about a Larissa x Fern fic where Larissa is trying to surprise Fern with a romantic dinner but, during the process, she accidentally sets one of Fern's favorite plants on fire. At first she tries to save the plant but when she realizes there's nothing she can do she decides to hide it. When Fern gets home she's like "Have you seen *plant's name*?" (Idk why but I think she would name her plants) and at this point Larissa has to confess what happened. (A fluff ending please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Mistakes Happen

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: This is such a fun idea! Thank you anon!

Finals week was stressing out everyone at Nevermore. You specifically were regretting the size of the projects you had assigned your students, regardless of how much you knew the students enjoyed it. It was an incredible amount of work to be graded. Three nights you had come home incredibly late which Larissa found to be strange as that was typically her MO.

Larissa had attempted to make you dinner while working on her report to the board of directors. More so, she forgot about making you dinner while working on a report for the board of directors.

Next thing she knew, the pan was on fire. Quickly the shapeshifter pulled it from the stove, dropping it in the sink. Before she could turn on the water to extinguish the fire, she remembered the fact that water is the last thing she should put on a grease fire. While she searched for a fine extinguisher or baking soda from under the sink to put out the flames, she hadn't noticed the way the fire licked at the sweeping tendrils of one of your plants.

It was only after the fire was put out that Larissa had noticed the charred remains of your hanging plant. Abandoning the mess in the sink, Larissa pulled the plant from the window with the intent to help the poor thing, but she soon realized she had absolutely no clue what to do. With a shaky breath, Larissa tried to gather herself.

She tucked the fire extinguisher and dead plant under the sink and began cleaning up the remains of the absolute mess she had made.

You noticed something smelled off as soon as you entered the home. Immediately you knew Larissa was trying to cook for you which brought a pained smile to your face, "What's going on in here?" You ask, turning the corner into the kitchen, eyes landing on your girlfriend.

"Nothing. I- I tried cooking dinner, but I seemed to have forgotten... Uhm, take out for dinner? Is take out for dinner okay?" Larissa wouldn't look at you as she shifted about the kitchen, instead she continued to put away the dishes from the dishwasher.

You laughed and took a step closer to her, pulling a glass baking dish from the wash before Larissa could, gripping it tightly so she would have to pause before taking it from you, "Yes, of course it is. What's the matter?"

"Everything is fine. Are you okay?" Larissa questioned you in return, her gaze not meeting yours as she took the dish from you and tucked it away above the fridge.

"I'm just fine. Why are you acting s-" You shook your head, not willing to give up on questioning Larissa's funny behavior quite yet. Beginning to look around the kitchen, you attempt to figure out what had upset her so. Your eyes sweep past the window sill, recognizing the significant lack of green, "Where's the philodendron?"

"The what?" Larissa hummed in response, pretending not to notice the absence of your houseplant.

"The heartleaf philodendron. The vine-y plant that sits here."

"Didn't you take that to work?"

"No. It sits right here in the South-facing window just like he likes." You turn to Larissa and fold your arms, blocking Larissa's path to the dishwasher, "Where is it, Larissa?"

"It was an accident... I swear." The platinum blonde opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling the charred plant for you to see. At the sight of the burnt little leaves that were once so dark green and glossy, you steady yourself with a deep breath. You had always taken pride in not using your powers to care for your interior plants. They stayed alive out of pure horticultural skill.

With a quiet nod, you move over the sink and begin tearing the dead leaves from the plant, dropping them in the sink as you worked. Larissa approached you from behind, arms wrapping around your middle as she offered you a steady flow of apologies.

With all of the dead leaves gone, you turn on the faucet, allowing some water to flow into the pot. You took a deep breath and cupped the flower pot in your hands, fresh green shoots beginning to flow from the soil and seconds later the plant was a similar density and length that it was prior.

You place the plant back on the sill and turn in Larissa's arms, eyes gazing into hers with a stern intensity, "Rissa, now, next time... Tell me if you almost kill one of my plants. There is a good chance that it actually isn't fully dead."

She nodded, still feeling incredibly guilty for almost killing one of your favorite plants, "Okay..."

"Give me a kiss and then apologize to the philodendron. He isn't happy with you for setting him on fire." You place a hand at the back of Larissa's neck, guiding her down to seal the ordeal with a kiss.

Keeping you in her arms, Larissa squeezes you a little tighter, pressing you against the counter as she looks over the top of you, "So sorry, Mr. Philodendron. Won't happen again."

"He forgives you. Now what do you want for dinner? I think we should get Indian food." You push you way from Larissa's arms, heading towards the bedroom to change your clothes. When you returned, both of you could figure out dinner and snuggle up on the couch when all was said and done.

#larissa weems x oc #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #fanfic #stately sequoia #the cedars have eyes #oneshot #violet and rose #cold dead heart #larissa weems x fern rogers #ferissa #fern rogers

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thotsforvillainrights · 10 months

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Hello hello! First of all, congrats on the pregnancy! I've missed your writing, and I'm glad to see you back again!

Could you write a lil something about Overhaul with an S/O that brings home a stray kitten and somehow manages to keep it a secret from him for a few weeks, until he comes home one day to his S/O and the kitten just vibing in the living room.

I feel like Kai would be pissed, but would definitely turn into a cat dad. Would constantly say that he hates the cat, then fall asleep with it on the couch. He would never openly admit to liking the cat. Even though it's painfully obvious how much he loves it.

I've been thinking about this scenario a lot and it makes me giggle every time. 👉🏻👈🏻

(Thank you! I appreciate the congrats from you and everyone else as well! Also, of course I wouldn't mind writing about my main squeeze! I'm come back to my senses and revived that 4 year long obsession with him lol)

~Picking Up Strays~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

You never intended for this to happen and God knows Kai would never allow it in the first place. Yet, the cat distribution system is universal and who were you to try and deny that? Especially not when the small thing was limping and likely starving also. "When was the last time the poor thing ate do you think?" Your father and law stood at the bathroom doorway and watched you bathe it in the sink. "Probably days...maybe even over a week. There's no telling." You replied with a small frown. You made quick work of the fleas plaguing the kitten while also making sure to be careful of the small scabs here and there on it's body. "I'll take it to the vet tomorrow and get it's back leg checked. I should probably also open up one of the Tuna cans in the kitchen so we can fill it's belly. I don't have time to go tonight and pick up cat food since 'you know who' is likely on his way back right now." Pops smirked at your words. "You intend to try to keep the thing even knowing how Chisaki can be?"

"Where else would I take it?" You laugh quietly before grabbing a towel and carefully drying the baby off. "Besides, I don't feel comfortable dropping him off at a shelter. It's so small.. What if he doesn't make it? I don't want that to be the last place he sees before passing." Pops nods and reaches out to take the towel wrapped kitten from you. "Then we'll hide it in my room. It's far enough away that the boy won't hear the small meows and the walls are much thicker there too. Very much unlike this room and the things I hear in the dead of night." Pops teases with a wink and you groan. "Whatever, please just hurry?" He nods and leaves with the creature just in time before Chisaki enters the bedroom. He squints his eyes in speculation as he watches you desperately clean all the leftover dirt and fur from the bathroom sink before he can come get a closer look. "What are you doing, angel?" You huff in relief as the last bit of mess is flushed away down the drain. "What? Cleaning the sink. I spit my toothpaste in the wrong spot and it stuck to the sides. I decided to give it a quick deep clean since it's been a minute anyway. I've never known you to complain about me cleaning before." You smirk at him and he sighs, removing his ornate beaked mask. "I'm not complaining. It's usually you that complains when it's your turn. It's peculiar to see you doing this at 10 p.m." He approaches you and hugs you from behind. "Hurry up and get out. I need a shower."

For the next few weeks, with the help of Pops, you've managed to keep small fry (the kitten) hidden from Chisaki successfully. Between the two of you working diligently over the kitty, he's managed to heal up perfectly and now was a rambunctious little thing! He was on a dinner schedule too since the both of you noticed he tended to eat more than his little tummy could handle.

Pops retrieved him from his bedroom after letting the little one use the litterbox hidden there, while you were preparing his lunch. Pops placed him on the living room couch and went to the back to water his garden. As soon as you emerged from the kitchen with a small food bowl, Chisaki had come back way sooner that estimated from the underground base. If the complete silence and the thick tenseness shrouding the room didn't make you shudder, then it had to be his glare and the hives forming on his face that did. "I can explain..." His eyes dart quickly to you and his glare deepens. "What is this disgusting, disease ridden creature doing in here?" He asks coldly. "Kai please?" Was all you could muster out to stop him from overhauling the poor thing. He scoffs and rolls his glove back onto his hand. "I want it gone within the next 5 minutes or I'll get rid of it myself." He threatens before stomping off to the bedroom. You sigh and pick up the kitten, trailing behind him.

"Y/N, I'm not playing whatever sick game this is with you right now. I'm serious. Get that thing out of here right now." He's angry but you're not called the Overhaul tamer for no reason. "I can see you're upset and I know I've crossed a boundary or two by bringing him into the house without permission-"

"Oh so you're not braindead like I previously assumed then?"

"Ouch, okay that's a little rude. Listen Kai...I usually do my best to respect your wishes but you know I'm still my own person. Sometimes there are things I can't really back down on. When I found small fry he was limping, dirty and starving in a rainy back alleyway behind a store."

"All the correct circumstances for you to NOT want to bring it home."

"Anyway...I felt really bad for him. He would've died in at alleyway if I didn't save him. I took him to the vet again recently and he's pretty much better but has a small respiratory infection he's still fighting off. So once he gets over that then we can get rid of him like you want. I'll take him to a shelter and find him a home. Please can he stay until then at least. Please???" As badly as he wanted to say 'no', you just had to bring out those damned teary eyes he hated so much. His very own weakness. Chisaki sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, but just until the damn thing is better. After that, I want that nasty thing out of the house."

Despite his cruel words, it wasn't hard to see the unusual miracle of Chisaki slowly accepting the kitten into your lives. He's go through his daily hateful rants about it but slowly you noticed him at least using the cat's name instead of just calling him a 'disgusting creature'. Slowly it turned into him getting up and beating you to feeding the cat breakfast. "I was up already first. There was no point in letting him whine until you got up to feed him. It's been done already." Kai was bringing home little items here and there for the kitten as well. "What? I passed this stupid toy up while grocery shopping and read that it helps with development. Would you rather him play with toys or scratch the couch up from bordem?" He grumbled before giving small fry the toys. Kai would fall asleep with the kitten in his lap on the couch and then complain that he didn't know it crawled into his lap when he was passed out. He'd even brought fry a collar one day claiming he needed it since he was so small and the bell would help make sure he wouldn't get stepped on. You knew fry had him wrapped around his little paw when Chisaki picked him up and carried him BY HAND to the bedroom. "What are you looking at? It's been two weeks and he needs a bath. I'm warming up the water in the sink and I don't want him in the way."

It's been a month and small fry has long since gotten over his infection. Chisaki has refused to take him to the pound. "What's the point? He's already here now. Might as well stay."

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kai chisaki #overhaul #yakuza #shie hassaikai #scenario

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