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jaeyunsz · 2 years

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[enha hyung line] reaction to first time spending the night together

warning: some of these are suggestive so please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!

a/n: this can also count as first time sharing the bed/sleeping on the same bed! I literally wrote this because I couldn’t sleep idk how I’ll be able to wake up for class tomorrow

reaction requests: open!

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Heeseung

To say Heeseung was scared of staying over at your place was underestimating. The boy was simply terrified. It was only natural for him to spend the night at your place since you’d been in a relationship for quite a while now. Whenever you asked him the stay over, he always found an excuse. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep next to you, it was because of sex.

Heeseung wasn’t a virgin, he wasn’t bad at sex either as people told him (unless they were lying which he doubted). He wouldn’t probably think over if it were another person, it was you he was talking about. There had been a few times he went down on you and you, the same but the actual sex had never happened. Until that one night where you wore that one dress.

Heeseung knew that you wore it because you knew it would make him lose his sanity. Ah yes, you did it on purpose. The innocent smile you put on your face while you danced with your friends at the party made his knuckles turn white. You knew you won the game when you felt his eyes burning into yours when he came to drag you out from the nightclub, straight to your place.

‘’I knew the dress would work.’’ You breathed out as you hid your face in Heeseung’s chest. If you knew Heeseung was going to end up in your bed after rounds of amazing sex, you would have worn the dress earlier.

‘’So, it was just a little game for you?’’ Heeseung teased, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to bring you close to his chest.

‘’It was getting painful for both of us, I just pushed you in the right direction.’’ You explained, getting more comfortable in his arms. He was indeed the prettiest man you’d ever seen.

‘’I was just torturing myself thinking that I wouldn’t be good enough-‘’ Heeseung started but you cut him off with your lips.

‘’Never say that again Hee. You’ll always be enough.’’ You smiled as you caressed his cheek with your thumb. ‘’Does this mean you’ll start spending the nights at my place? Or you know… I can come over to your place too.’’

Heeseung let out a chuckle before speaking. ‘’Oh honey, bold of you to assume that we’re leaving this bed.’’

Jay

Being friends with benefits wasn’t an easy thing, especially with Jay. It was so hard to read him and understand his feelings. He had never spent the night with you, he didn’t care what time it was, as it seemed staying the night wasn’t in his books, you didn’t ask for him to do anyways.

It got your eyes widening when Jay asked if he could crash in your bed that one night. ‘’Make yourself at home I guess…’’ you mumbled, eyes following his next move.

‘’Is it okay if we share the bed?’’ he asked in a serious tone. You raised your eyebrows at the question. This man had been in your bed more than you could count but he still asked you if it was okay for you to sleep together?

‘’Please tell me that you’re joking right now…’’ You whispered, massaging your temples.

‘’I can sleep on the couch.’’ He interjected, he clearly didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

‘’Jay, just shut up and get in.’’ you shook your head, pulling the white blanket so he could slip in the bed. It didn’t take him a second to get comfortable next to you, it was almost like he was waiting for this exact moment to happen.

After he settled, you turned off the bedside table and faced your back at him, closing your eyes and praying that you’d fall asleep before you started overthinking what was going on between you and Jay.

‘’Y/N?’’ He murmured soon after, controlling if you were still awake or not.

‘’Hmm…’’ You mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. God, you just wanted morning to arrive as quickly as possible.

‘’Would it be too weird… to ask if I could stay over from now on?’’

Well, that was unexpected to say at least. You let out a sigh before turning to back him. Fuck, you thought, he looked even more unreal under the moonlight… in your own bed.

‘’I wouldn’t mind having some extra company.’’ You confessed, not being sure where did that confidence came from.

‘’It’s more intimate this way, don’t you think?’’ He blurted out, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Thank god the room was dark, he couldn’t see how nervous you were in that moment.

‘’Why would it matter, it’s just sex.’’ You replied, not wanting to get your hopes up. You knew Jay, he wasn’t somebody who did relationships.

Jay stayed silent before opening his mouth to speak again. ‘’It means more than just sex to me since it’s with you.’’

It was too late for both of you to have this conversation. You closed your eyes once again, rolling on the other side. ‘’You’re talking nonsense and I’m too tired to have this conversation.’’

Last thing before sleep took over you was Jay’s chuckle. ‘’We’ll talk about it in the morning pretty.’’ He smiled to himself before placing a quick kiss on your shoulder before he drifted to the dreamland.

Jake

It was usual for Jake to show up unannounced to your place. No matter the day or what time it was, he’d just knock on your door whenever he wanted to see you with his only excuse being missing you. As your relationship got more serious and as you two got more comfortable with each other, he made it a habit to come over during the middle of the night.

It wasn’t that you hated him coming over to hang out but when it was time for him to go back, your heart broke a little. You thought about asking him to stay over a couple of times but whenever you wanted to bring it up, he’d act faster than you and leave.

‘’I’m too lazy to leave.’’ Your boyfriend commented one night, as he took a sip from the red wine he brought just a few hours ago. In reality, he just didn’t want to leave. He was having the time of his life with you placed on his lap as you played with this newly dyed blond hair.

‘’Who’s telling you to leave?’’ You questioned, a smirk on your voice. Maybe it was the confidence the alcohol gave you or maybe it was just that you had enough and you wanted to fall asleep in his arms. ‘’You can always spend the night, you know.’’

Jake looked at you with raised eyebrows, a little bit surprised at the words coming out from your mouth.

‘’You’re not messing with me, are you?’’ He pinched your sides, making you hit his hand playfully.

‘’Why would I say something I don’t mean?’’ You teased him. ‘’It’s late and you’re a bit tipsy anyways.’’

Jake let out an annoyed sigh and threw his head back. ‘’So you’re telling me all those nights, I could have just stayed over, spend those sleepless nights with you, in your bed, next to you and could’ve woken up with you in my arms…’’

You chuckled at his cheesiness. ‘’You’ve never asked!’’ You defended yourself as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.

‘’It’s because I didn’t want to be pushy!’’ He whined as he rolled on the bed, getting on top of you. His lips only inches away from yours. ‘’Oh babe, we have a lot to catch up on.’’ He mumbled before placing a kiss on your lips.

Sunghoon

You knew Sunghoon since you were kids. Friendship came naturally to both of you since your parents owned the ice skating ring down the road and Sunghoon was just there most of the days to practice. One thing neither of you would foresee was Sunghoon’s tiny crush on you. Well, in reality the so called tiny crush is nowhere being tiny. If given the chance Sunghoon would fight the whole world for you.

It felt like everybody around knew what he truly felt for you. Never once, Sunghoon thought about confessing his feelings, he would find an excuse whenever somebody brought it up. To tell the truth, he was terrified of rejection. No way he was risking the friendship he had built with you over his selfishness.

It was one of those nights where your friends came to your place to watch a movie and hang out. All of them left one by one when it started raining, leaving you and Sunghoon alone. You begged him to stay a little longer, who was he to turn that offer? Big mistake.

It literally started raining cats and dogs after a while, making Sunghoon stuck at your place.

‘’Just stay the night.’’ You offered, nudging his arm. ‘’No way I’m letting you go when the weather is like this.’’

Sunghoon gulped, getting a bit nervous. ‘’I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’’ He scratched the back of his head, looking at his feet.

‘’Are you hearing yourself? You’re probably the only person who makes me feel comfortable.’’ You replied, making Sunghoon blush. ‘’The only problem is you know how uncomfortable my cheap couch is… You wouldn’t mind if we shared the bed, would you?’’

Sunghoon’s eyes widened at your comment. ‘’I’ll take the couch—‘’

‘’Sunghoon you’re like a princess, you wouldn’t be able to last a minute trying to sleep on this couch.’’ You cut him off, patting his back before getting up and going to your bedroom.

He got up after, following you around. When he entered your bedroom, you were already in the bed, patting the empty spot next to you. Looking at the bright side, he came over wearing jogging pants so he didn’t need to borrow some of your clothes to sleep.

‘’You still sure about this –‘’

You sighed, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the bed, he landed softly on the clean covers. ‘’You talk too much and I want to sleep.’’

Not even ten minutes later, Sunghoon could hear you snore a little bit. He wasn’t surprised that you fell asleep fast. It wasn’t news to him that even if he didn’t sleep on the couch that night, even if he was in your comfy bed, he wouldn’t get a single drop of sleep. How could he just close his eyes when you were next to him?

He turned on his side to face you, seeing you sleeping peacefully put a smile on his face. Maybe if he confessed, he’d see you like this more often. He was going to hold onto that idea until then.

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yunhobug · 2 years

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Ateez reaction: sexual tension

“We aren’t just friends and you know it”

W: there's some suggestive themes and the members have some perverted thoughts, there's also small mentions of food in yunho's/yeosang’s

This also isn't proofread

Seonghwa

Seonghwa had not been paying attention to the time, this was a common occurrence when he was with you. He had asked you to come over to hang out and by the time the night had progressed the two of you had found yourself in the pool of his parent's back yard.

It was dark out by now, the water only being illuminated by the porch light. He couldn’t help but notice the way you looked under the moon, perched on the side of the pool with your legs in the water. He let his eyes trail over the smoothness of your legs up to the swell of your hips and thighs. Up to your chest and neck, the exposed skin seemed too tempting to him.

“Hwa? are you even listening to me?” His eyes snapped back up to your eyes, watching them squint in slight irritation.

“Sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?”

“I was saying, it’s getting pretty late so I was thinking of heading out.” You looked over at him watching his eyes dim at your confession.

“Right of course, let me get you a towel.” As Seonghwa made his way out of the water you couldn’t help but notice the way the water dripped from his broad shoulders or the way he pushed his wet hair out of his face. Seonghwa had always been attractive but why had you only noticed now.

You stood to meet him as he handed a towel out to you, grabbing it though he hadn’t let go yet. Seonghwa had looked up at you through his wet bangs, “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips before moving back up to your eyes. He licked his own before pushing his chin up higher.

“Yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow, at dinner with the rest of the boys.”

Friends don’t look at each other like that.

Hongjoong

The study room you and Hongjoong had reserved was small, It was a last-minute idea to meet up and there were only so many spots open.

"Here, take a look at my notes, I copied the diagram from the PowerPoint."

Hongjoong leaned into you, sliding his notebook closer to yours. With your shoulders being pushed together you could smell Hongjoongs cologne, it was strong and invaded all your senses. You probably would have complained about how strong it was, if it hadn't happened to smell so pleasant.

"Perfect thank you, the professor talks too fast I'm never able to write down very much." he chuckled softly before placing a hand on your knee, a nice warming feeling spread through your body at the action, why?

It wasn't until Hongjoong looked up at you did he notice how close you were, he could feel your soft breath on his own face, you seemed to notice this as well. He backed up a bit removing his hand from your leg before releasing an awkward cough.

You were quick to look down at the notebook making quick work to look busy.

Hongjoong scratched at the back of his neck, trying to preoccupy his hands, he looked all around the room taking particular interest in the ceiling tiles.

Had it always been this hot in here?

Yunho

"Hey Yunho, you don't mind if a friend of mine joins us for lunch do you? I had to drop some notes off for them and figured they could sit with us for a bit."

San was quite the social butterfly, and while Yunho had met a lot of his friends, it seemed there was an endless supply of them.

"No, I don't mind." Walking into the cafe, they were motioned over to a table by you. Waving over at San with a giant smile on your face.

Cute.

"Hey y/n, this is my friend Yunho, Yunho this is y/n." San quickly noticed the slight smirk on his friend's face, choosing to ignore teasing him. He was too hungry to indulge in the trouble.

"I got us all drinks and snacks, I hope you like coffee Yunho, I wasn't sure what to get you." He watched as you passed him a small muffin on a napkin and a drink, taking notice of your small hands, and the way they could barely wrap around the cup.

It was then he noticed how tiny you actually were, he didn't realize he was staring until he saw you sit straighter up in your chair.

"Oh yeah, coffee's fine! Sorry I got lost in thought." He pulled the cup out of your hands letting your fingers brush against each other.

You looked up at him, almost forgetting San sitting next to you. He was tall, like extremely tall. Even sitting down he towered over you.

You looked down at his hands as they wrapped around the coffee cup, not stopping your thoughts from running wild about what else they could wrap around.

Yeosang

It had been the monthly movie night, this time the group had elected Yeosang and Wooyoung's apartment as the location. Their couch was the comfiest. By now everyone had left and Wooyoung had retreated to his room, leaving only Yeosang and you.

Though he was tired Yeosang was on edge, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he was too scared to move and wake you.

You looked so calm though uncomfortable with how your head was angled against his shoulder.

"You're going to drive me crazy one day, you know that?" Yeosang spoke more to himself than you.

"What did you say?" He froze, you were awake? Did you hear him?

You had moved away from him too tired to realize you had been sleeping on him.

"It's late, you can stay here if you want? I wouldn't want you walking across campus in the dark."

You found yourself staring at his lips while he spoke, they were pretty, all of Yeosang was pretty.

"Uh yeah, I can sleep on the couch, thanks Yeo." He was staring as well, too entranced with your tired eyes as they tried to focus on him, the way your messy hair was falling in your face.

He wanted nothing more than to push it out of the way but chose to keep his hands to himself.

"It's okay, I don't mind sharing my bed, it's a lot comfier than the couch."

"Are you sure?"

He knew it was selfish but he wanted to hold you, feel you against his skin, there was something so tempting about seeing you so vulnerable, all for him.

San

San was sweating bullets. Jongho and Yunho had insisted you guys go on the biggest roller coaster at the amusement park, and from the looks you were sending him, you weren't too fond of the idea either.

As the two of you had sat down in the train car San had made sure to give you a once over, were you as scared as him or more?

During his looking he couldn't help but notice the shorts you were wearing had ridden up a bit. Exposing the supple flesh of your thighs pooling from the tight constraints of the material.

He couldn't help his mind from wandering, imaging how beautiful you would look with your thighs covered in his marks.

He was quickly shaken from his thoughts as the coaster started up, you were startled and quickly grabbed for his hand.

San's brain was jumbled up, you were holding his hand, he scolded himself for being so childish. Especially with the perverted thoughts, he was having previously.

You shouldn't think about your friends that way.

San made sure to squeeze your hand tighter during all the drops and fast parts of the ride.

Once the coaster had come to a stop he didn't realize he was still gripping your hand till you had spoken up.

"I appreciate you for doing that for me San, but the ride is over now, you can let go."

A pink blush spread up his neck and face, "Oh sorry, let's get off this thing." He worked to laugh off his embarrassment.

"it's okay, I liked it, you have nice hands."

Oh, you were going to drive him crazy for sure.

Mingi

Mingi had always been shy around you, nobody really knew why. The truth was Mingi had a massive crush on you, and he wasn't quite sure how to act. You were just so beautiful and adventurous. He loved your easygoing nature and light-hearted humor.

In Mingi's eyes, you were perfect for him.

You had come into the cafe where he worked, hoping to catch some time with him before your class had started.

You had always thought Mingi was cute, from his bright gummy smile to the way his cheeks would heat up at any flirtatious comment you made.

But you especially loved the big thick square-framed glasses that sat across the bridge of his nose. They fit his face well and made his eyes pop.

"Hey, Min! When is your break? I was hoping we could hang for a bit."

Mingi had looked up quickly, dropping the cup he was currently writing on, obviously startled by your entrance.

His ears started to turn red with embarrassment, taking a quick once over of your appearance.

You were dressed comfortably, and he couldn't help but acknowledge the swell of pride rising in his chest seeing you clad in the hoodie you stole from him.

"Yeah I can take my break now, we can sit for a bit."

After sitting down you couldn't help but admire the boy's face, "hey Mingi, can I try on your glasses?"

"Um sure?" He pulled the thick frames off his face before handing them to you, watching you place them on the bridge of your nose.

Oh, he realized now, you looked so cute. His glasses were big on your face, and your brows were furrowed at the blurry lenses.

You couldn't really see him, but he could see you, watching you look around the cafe and honestly all he could think about in that moment was kissing you.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung had been teaching you how to ride his skateboard. You had always wanted to learn and when you asked him for help he just couldn't say no.

You were quite good at it but inevitably you quite a few slips and falls. One of which caused a large scrape on your knee, the wound starting to bleed.

"Let's go back to my place, I can patch that up for you."

Wooyoung wouldn't admit it but he was really excited you asked him to teach you. You were a friend of Hongjoong's and the two of you recently become close. Wooyoung also thought you were one of the most attractive people he had ever met.

So he would take any excuse to be around you, especially when he got to hold you and help you try to ride his board.

The two of you had gotten back to Wooyoung's apartment and he was quick to bring you to the bathroom. You sat yourself on the counter while he went to find the first aid kit.

This was the first time you had been in his apartment, and from the sounds of it, the two of you were alone. A small spark of anticipation had gone through you at that knowledge.

Once Wooyoung had returned he helped roll up your pant leg before pulling out some alcohol wipes and bandaids.

Wooyoung had slotted himself between your thighs, too preoccupied to notice the position he was in.

"This might hurt a little bit, I'm sorry about that."

He placed the wipe onto the wound before starting to clean it up. At the stinging pain invading your senses, you grabbed his other arm, trying to distract yourself.

It was then he looked up at you, noticing the position the two of you were in. There was something quite suggestive about the situation. His mind ran wild, noticing the way your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth hanging open. The grip you had on his shoulder and the proximity he had to you made him spiral.

It felt selfish but Wooyoung had hoped you might get hurt again just so he could see you this way, just once more.

Jongho

Jongho was strong. You had always known that about him, no matter how shy he got when you made a comment about it. Jongho also loved spending time with you, so when you asked him to go to the gym with you he was quick to agree.

What you didn't realize was how distracted you were going to be while trying to run a few miles on the treadmill. He had been using the rowing machine a small distance from and you couldn't help but try to steal a few glimpses.

The tight fitted t-shirt he had on was doing little for the imagination. His sweat dripped off his forehead and you might of thought it was gross if you weren't oogling him at that moment.

Of course Jongho wasn't innocent in this situation either. He knew you were looking over at him, he could feel your subtle gaze and it only made him want to push himself harder. He wanted to impress you, with just how strong he really was.

He didn't want to over analyze the situation and think that maybe his feelings weren't as one sided as he previously perceived. You were stunning in his eyes, intelligent, and so warm-hearted he couldn't help but fall for your charms.

So maybe, just maybe he should take his shot, you guys had gone to the gym late and nobody was there. Plus if this went in his favor, he knew his roommate Seonghwa wasn't going to be home till morning.

"Hey y/n, if you take a picture it'll last a bit longer."

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wastefulreverie · 2 years

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dannymay2022 day 4: videotape word count: 2922

just keep talking on

Lance Thunder's crew was about to wrap up for the night when he caught the two ghosts out of the corner of his eye. They'd just finished getting B-roll and a standup for tomorrow's package but hadn't shut off the camera yet. Maybe it was a sense of journalistic ambition, or maybe the fact that Lance was tired of doing stories on rising gas prices—nonetheless, Lance directed his crew to follow the two ghosts to the back of the gas station.

It was probably a bust, but what else was there to report on in this town?

He recognized the ghosts as Johnny 13 and Kitty—a notorious couple that Phantom often let race through the town on joyrides. Once, they'd been a threat to the town but after a tentative truce between them and the town's hero, they'd mellowed out. It was a welcome change of pace after what seemed like endless attacks from the other side.

They were both leaning against the wall of the building, pulsating in the dim light, sharing cigarettes. The footage looked like trash considering how the ghosts' glow messed with the exposure, but he hoped the audio would be better.

"—feels like our afterlives are just more of the same. We do the same boring shit, over and over and expect it to feel new," Kitty said. "It's just a bore."

"I mean." Johnny thought for a moment. "At least we don't have it as bad as Phantom."

She took a long drag of her cigarette, green smoke filling the space between them. "Oh yeah? How's that, then?"

"You kidding, right? I mean, his obsession's a shit deal—protecting his haunt from everyone who comes through the portal. Then, like, he still has to deal with his human life and all that high school bullshit."

"Right, right. Shit, school's hard enough when you're alive. I don't know how the hell he does it."

Johnny laughed. "Yeah, he'd probably have it better if he died normal."

"You think so?"

"I mean, he wouldn't have to deal with all the double identities, wouldn't he? Wouldn't have to worry about slipping up—not being too dead for the humans. Or too alive for us."

"Hm. But isn't it a nice thought, being a halfa? Getting all the benefits of being a ghost and still being able to live out your human life? Growing old." Kitty tapped the cigarette between her fingers. "I wish we could have grown old together."

"Me too." He took a hit from his own cigarette. "But we're together now, aren't we?"

Sweat ran down Lance's face and dripped onto his shirt.

They couldn't mean that Phantom—the elusive ghost that fought in town almost all day and night—was alive? He was something other than the regular ghosts, able to live both a human and ghost life?

That was absurd.

But unprompted, that's what these ghosts seemed to believe. They spoke of it as something known. Unquestioned.

The ghosts had stopped talking about Phantom now, but Lance needed something. He needed a statement, a comment—something to confirm what he'd just heard.

Ignoring the panicked eyes of his crew, Lance stepped around the corner they'd ducked behind and made himself known to the ghosts. Their eyes fell on him—unbothered.

"What's your deal, anchorman?" Johnny said. "Here for a light?"

Despite the alarm bells ringing in his head, Lance kept his composure. He'd spoken with ghosts before.

He could do this.

"I'm Lance Thunder with Channel Four News." He held out a hand to shake. Neither accepted. Unsurprising. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Questions," she deadpanned. "You wanna ask two dead kids questions for your segment or whazzit called?"

"Yes. I wondered what you meant by saying that Phantom was still alive."

In seconds, the temperature around them dropped about ten degrees. The ghosts' aloof demeanor darkened, their spectral auras dimming. Lance tried not to squirm, but it felt like there was someone standing behind him breathing down his neck.

With characters like Phantom, he often forgot how disconcerting ghosts could be.

"The hell did you hear that—"

Her eyes burned. "Johnny, he was fucking eavesdropping on us—"

Johnny cut her off. "Look, lightning rod, we don't know what you mean. Ghosts aren't alive. If you want, I'd be more than happy to demonstrate."

He charged his fist with an ectoblast, holding it inches from Lance's sternum.

"No—no need for that! I just—"

Lance stepped back and almost careened into the dumpster beside him.

Kitty growled. "I promise you, whatever you think you know you've got it wrong. Phantom's one of us. Got it?"

"I never said he wasn't—"

She reached forward and pulled on his necktie. He whimpered.

"Got it!"

He floundered in her grasp. "G—got it!"

She let go of him and Lance fell to the ground. His knees hit something wet on the ground. It smelled foul, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. One of Lance's crew members, Melissa, rushed forward and helped him stand.

To his relief, both ghosts had vanished, but Lance knew that this was far from over.

After all, Phantom was still alive and the other ghosts were in on it.

"You alright, Lance?" Melissa asked.

"Y—yeah. I'm fine." He scanned the space the ghosts had been moments before. He knew better than to assume they hadn't stuck around. "You reckon they've left?"

"I'm not sure."

"Mm. I see."

Lance wasn't sure what to do here at all. Those were genuine threats from ghosts, but he couldn't just brush what he'd learned under the rug. Not when it came to someone as significant as Phantom.

He needed to call his editor.

Because in his gut, Lance knew that this couldn't wait until morning.

There was something different this morning.

Danny couldn't put a finger on it, but he knew whatever it was wasn't good.

He first noticed it when he was flying to school. He was used to a few eyes following him as he made his morning commute, a few cheers from enthused fans. This morning though, he felt that everyone's gaze was locked on him. What was even weirder was that everyone was silent, no supportive shouts or cries at all.

Yeah.

That was the first red flag.

When he touched down at school, the corridors were filled with hushed whispers. Everyone seemed on edge, but Danny couldn't imagine what from. It was in the part of the semester before midterms, but not so close that many worried about them. No surprise standardized tests. Maybe it was a shooter scare? Bomb threat?

It wasn't long before Danny found Sam and Tucker. Before he could ask them what was going on, they pulled him into the janitor's closet and locked the door behind him.

"Hey! What's going on!"

"Keep your voice down," Tucker hissed. "We need to talk about this, dude."

"Um, talk about what."

Sam groaned. "Figures. He was looking way less freaked than I expected."

"Oh, shit." Tucker took a breath. "Danny, you gotta promise us not to flip. We—we'll figure it out."

"About what! I just got here. You haven't told me anything about what's happening and why everyone's acting weird."

Sam's expression was grim. "There was a video on the news this morning. Everyone knows that Phantom's half-human."

Danny's world came to a stop. The closet he stood in suddenly felt ten times smaller like he was pressed against the walls of the Fenton Thermos. Fuck. No. Where had he gone wrong? Had he been so careless to transform in the open or had something else—?

"Breathe man. They don't know that you're Phantom. Just that Phantom's alive."

Danny couldn't breathe.

Even that thought was enough to send him into a panic attack.

No one could know what he was. No one could know he was any different from the other ghosts, from other humans.

He wasn't ready to give up his human life; he wanted everything to stay the same as it was before. People would hate him if they knew the truth, knew what kind of abomination he was.

He was screwed.

"Th—that's still bad."

Sam and Tucker looked defeated.

"We know," Sam said.

"How did—how did they find out? Was it Vlad?"

Tucker shook his head. "No. It was an accident. Johnny and Kitty were caught on camera."

He pressed his phone into Danny's hands. An anchor introduced the video disclaiming that authorities have yet to confirm whether the claims in the video are true.

Johnny and Kitty hadn't meant to reveal him. While the jab about his obsession stung, he did appreciate their efforts to keep Lance Thunder quiet. Nevertheless, the damage had been done.

Fuck.

It wasn't fair. Everything he'd fought so hard to keep secret—undone like that.

He wondered if his parents had seen it yet.

They hadn't been home when he woke up that morning, but he'd bet anything that they were the 'authorities' the news mentioned. After all, his parents were the town's de facto ghost experts.

He put his head in his hands.

"This is a nightmare."

"Yeah." Sam paused. "And I don't mean to stress you out more, but class is starting soon and everyone's going to be on high alert trying to figure out who in school is Phantom. If you give them any reason to suspect it's you, that could be it."

That was true, wasn't it?

That was why everyone was staying in their friend groups, whispering to each other like their lives depended on it.

No one in school could trust that one of their peers wasn't Phantom. They now knew that one of their classmates was a dangerous ghost pretending to still be human—a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Everyone was on edge because they were scared of him. Because he was something inhuman. And if Danny made one misstep, then it was all over. His parents would reject him, his peers would abhor him, and he'd end up on a dissection table.

He had to assume the role of Danny Fenton, delinquent son of the local ghost hunters. He was troubled and did poorly in school, not because he was running off the fight ghosts, but because he couldn't be bothered to care. It wasn't ideal, but it was the most reasonable alibi that wouldn't garner him unwanted attention.

"We're with you for this, Danny," Tucker said. "You're not alone."

"I know."

But aside from them, it also felt like the entire world was against him.

"We got this." Sam raised a fist. "Team Phantom?"

He and Tucker raised their fists with hers.

"Team Phantom."

You could cut the tension with a knife in Danny's first three classes of the morning. Danny did his best to tune out what his peers were saying about him. Still, it was hard not to dwell on their words.

"It's unbelievable!"

"Who would hide this!"

"It's kind of unfair to keep this a secret, isn't it?"

And of course, the inevitable question.

"So how do you think he got this way?"

It was hard to keep a straight face when someone inquired about his death. The day was something he tried to keep in the back of his mind. The feeling of burning from the inside out. Indescribable pain consuming him until there was nothing of Danny Fenton left.

Aside from that, there was also the fact that some parents were beginning to pull their kids from school. In his classes alone, Danny counted at least ten dismissals. It didn't matter that their children had gone to school with Phantom for the past few years. No. Now that they knew, anything was better than letting their children near a thing like him.

His saving grace was that for the most part, his teachers said nothing about it. But right before lunch, Mr. Lancer set his workbook down.

"I've just gotten word of an impromptu assembly in the auditorium."

The class erupted into chatter.

"You're fucking kidding me."

"Oh man, Phantom's in it now."

"Don't say shit like that! He could be here!" "It isn't you, is it?"

"No! Just—be respectful!"

"Wait, we're still having lunch. Right?"

"Someone in our school is dead and you're more worried about food?"

"Dude, Phantom's been dead. I'm putting him second to chicken tenders."

Lancer groaned. "Settle, settle! I haven't given much more information, but we'll have lunch after the assembly. The remainder of classes will be condensed, so ignore the bells. Now, please line up in an orderly fashion."

The walk to the auditorium was anything but orderly. Although, he did manage to find Sam and Tucker in the chaos. Once in the auditorium, they sat near the back corner as far from the front as they could.

After several minutes, Principal Ishiyama appeared on stage. At first glance, she appeared well put together. Her clothes were immaculate as always—wearing a light green blazer with black dress pants. Not a hair on her head was out of place. But there was something in her eyes that showed how rattled she was. Something frightened.

In the row in front of him, a girl began recording the speech.

"Students," she said, "it's come to our attention that there's been speculation on whether or not—whether or not Phantom is attending our school as a student."

She let the words sink in before resuming.

"Authorities are investigating this rumor and have advised us to go about our days as if everything is normal."

There was a roar of whispers among the students.

All Danny felt was numb.

"I understand concerns, believe me I do, but it will help no one to take action at this stage. Not only do we have no idea of what it means that Phantom could be posing as a living student, but worrying about this will lead to false accusations that could inhibit the progress of the investigation. We urge you to put this matter from your minds and focus on your studies."

"Bullshit!" someone from the crowd shouted. "Phantom puts us all in danger—"

"You can't expect us to ignore—"

"We can't sit here and do nothi—"

"QUIET!" Lancer shouted. He was standing in front of the stage, his face pale and distant. "Detention for the three of you, and anyone else who interrupts."

Principal Ishiyama nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Lancer. As I said, we do understand your concerns. For anyone feeling stressed about this, I'd like to remind everyone that we do offer counseling sessions. Dr. Evans' drop-in hours are from second to fourth period. If you'd like to schedule an appointment, please reach out to her via email."

Danny's stomach wrenched.

Were his classmates so scared by him that they needed counseling?

"And if someone happens to know anything about Phantom, we urge you to report it to school administration. Anyone caught reporting misinformation will be suspended—no false accusations, no jokes. This is a serious matter."

Beside him, Sam swore under her breath. He glimpsed a furious look on her face before she took a calm breath—casting it aside for a neutral stare. She stood up from her seat and raised her hand.

Tucker hissed. "Sam, what are you—?"

"If Phantom's identity is found out, how will he be reprimanded?"

Principal Ishiyama furrowed her brow. "Pardon?"

"I mean, if we find out which student is Phantom, what happens after that? Will he still be allowed to attend school? Will he be suspended? Arrested?" Venom laced Sam's words. "Will we thank him for protecting our town by handing him over to a government who doesn't care how human he is or isn't—a government that will use him for inhumane science experiments?"

"Ms. Manson, that is quite enough—"

"No. She has a point."

Star Evans, A-Lister and Paulina's second-in-command, also stood from her seat.

"We're still thinking of Phantom like he's some kind of untouchable entity, but he's not. He's not pretending to be a person—if he can think and feel, then he is a person. I want to know who he is as much as the next person, but he's hidden among us for a reason. So if he's found out, what happens to him then?"

Danny's breath caught in his throat.

Someone understood?

"I don't know anything certain at the moment," Ishiyama said. "But that's up to the authorities. It's out of our hands."

Paulina stood with Star. "That's as good an admission as any that you're going to hand him over!"

Seeing Paulina stand, more and more of the students clamored in agreement. Standing in solidarity with Phantom.

This wasn't real.

"That's not what I—"

"Why should we cooperate with you if you're going to cast our hero out of our school!"

"You can't keep us quiet!"

"If he's been here this long unnoticed, he's as good as one of us!"

"Phantom's a person too!"

Beside him, Tucker stood with Sam. Danny looked up at his friends, faces hardened with rage.

In support of him.

Maybe this wasn't the best situation to be in. No, this was definitely not where he wanted to be at all. But with friends like them, he felt like he could face anything. He felt like in this scenario he could come out on top.

For a moment, he felt like his secret wasn't in any danger at all.

(If only he could live in it forever.)

#Danny Phantom #..... may continue this one #we'll see (;#DannyMay #DannyMay2022 #Danny Fenton #Lance Thunder #Kitty #Johnny 13 #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Phicc #Phic #wrwritings

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LIE WITH ME

Pairing: Teacher!Tom Holland x Teacher!Reader

Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he's gotten engaged! He's hasn't. He crosses his fingers that he'll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!

Word count: 8.9k

A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I'm excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk 's valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink

Tom's already dreading answering his phone. His mother's name and her contact picture stare at him, it would probably start laughing at him if it could. Spring half-term holidays are coming up and every single Holland is expected back home- Tom is always expected with a partner. He's been single for too long by his family's standards, his secret flings, and one-night stands just won't do. With a sigh, he presses the green phone on his screen and brings the device up to his ear.

"Hi, mom" he smiles as he speaks in hopes that his reluctance to talk doesn't reach the other end of the line.

"Tommy! I wanted to confirm when you'd be making your way home for the break" his mother spoke in an excited tone. She is always happiest when all her boys are together. She brings out the old pictures, makes sure everyone's rooms are perfect and she even gets Tom's father to cook the boys' favourite meals with her.

"My class finishes at 2:20 tomorrow, I should be able to arrive at around 3:30" Tom looks around the teacher's lounge as he speaks. Only one of the math teachers is in the room with him. She seems completely drowning in papers which he can only assume are exams in need of correcting and grading. The great thing about being a gym teacher, barely ever having to correct and grade paper essays.

"That's good, that means every Holland should be here by quarter past four" Tom can feel the question coming, he senses it. "Should we be expecting anyone else this year? A last-minute reveal of any sorts?" she questions hopefully.

"Mom-

"You're not getting any younger dear! I'm getting worried!" his mothers scolds him through the phone.

"I'm still young!" Tom lifts his head as if to show off his youthful features, not that anyone is looking; the math teacher is unbothered and probably unaware of his phone call.

"You are but your father and I are impatient... We'd love grandchildren and for you to find love" his mother knows nothing of his countless flings and string of one-night stands. She wouldn't be impressed.

"Well, mom, you and dad will-" and then you walked in.

You had a cafeteria tray with today's lunch on it. It seemed to be some sort of pasta with a side of steamed vegetables, a pudding, and a juice box. Nothing special but does the job. Tom looks you up and down, stopping at the shiny rings that adorn your fingers, as you sit in front of him with a smile, he smiles back as an idea forms in his mind. A great idea, a brilliant one. He holds up a finger and points at his phone before standing up and walking out of the lounge, he sees you smile again and give him a thumbs-up before he walks out.

"Tom? Are you still there?" he hears his mom's voice in his ear and snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry"

"What were you saying?" the hopefulness is back in her voice. Oh, how his plan will work perfectly.

"I was just about to say to get another chair ready around the table!" he leans on the wall as he speaks. He hears his mother gasp and her telling his father.

"You have someone? Tommy this isn't a joke, right??" she rushes to speak as if taking too long would cancel out what he'd said.

"It’s not" he looks ahead and sees the poster for the upcoming school play, a boy is kneeling in front of another with a ring in his hand. That's when Toms's plan gets even better. Forms itself into something worthy of a movie, his family won't believe this! "I got engaged just after New Year"

He hears an even louder gasp from his mother and a call of his father's name, she's probably telling him to come and join the call.

"You're engaged? To who? Thomas Holland, you didn't even tell us you were in a relationship" that's his father's voice that now reaches his ear.

"Well, you'll have to wait and see her on Friday, won't you?" this plan is going beautifully, Tom's best one in a while for sure.

"Oh, I can't wait... we'll have the best dishware out! I'll even get that fancy cereal you all love so much" his mother's voice is dripping in excitement he can practically see her large smile.

"You do that mom. I have to go now, see you two on Friday" Tom's plan is already going flawlessly, he's proud of himself.

"Bye Tommy, we love you," his mom says before hanging up. Tom pumps his fist up in the air in victory. Finally! His family will stop asking him about his barely existing love life. And all he had to do was lie a little, oh what a perfect plan. All thanks to the jewellery you always wear and the school play, he’ll have to thank you with a gift. Maybe some flowers or even a cafeteria pass that would allow you to never pay for a meal for the rest of the school year.

He walks back into the lounge and joins you again. You’ve eaten the pasta, but the vegetables have been left to the side, though there is half a carrot gone so he guesses they weren’t very good. You’re sipping the plastic straw of your juice box as you scroll downwards on your laptop. When Tom shakes the table slightly as he sits, you look up at him and smile again.

“What’s got you so giddy, Mr. Holland?” you laugh. Tom is practically exploding with pride, with excitement and with relief.

“I’ve finally conquered the beast that is my love life” He shrugs as he grabs his meal out of his bag. He has leftovers from the night before as he can never seem to understand how to cook for a single person. Your eyebrows raise and you push your laptop aside. Tom barely ever speaks up on his love life, so this is a big piece of gossip he’s given you. Last you hear was about a booty call he cut off after seeing her “four times too many”, his words not yours.

“Do tell” you urge him.

“Believe it or not but I’ve gotten engaged” he smiles in triumph. Who knew his plans could ever work this flawlessly? That’s when your jaw drops. Tom Holland? The gym teacher at the school you teach at? A known flirt and lover of not having a single string attached to him. That Tom Holland? Engaged??

“Lies,” you say through a gasp, “To who?”

“No one”

“Tom! Come on who? I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me…” you cross your arms and lean back in your chair.

You and Tom have been working at the same school for over 5 years now and have been close ever since his first day. He had been called to be the substitute teacher for a few gym classes after the original teacher had gotten pregnant. He had been signed on for the rest of the school year, about 6 months. He’d gotten lost on his first day. Instead of making it to the teachers' lounge, he had found your classroom. You had just ended a class and were waiting for the students to pack away their instruments when he came in. Ever since then you two had become close friends, you even made sure to see each other out of work hours. The original gym teacher had decided to become a stay-at-home mom, her wife was an incredibly successful surgeon. So, Tom was offered a permanent contract which he very gratefully accepted.

“No really, (Y/N), I’m engaged to no one” his smile turned into a smirk, his plan had even worked on you. Your reaction just proved to him how incredibly amazing his idea was, he mentally high fives himself.

“You’ve lost me, Tom, did one of the students throw a ball at your head again? Is this you with a concussion?” your face twisted in confusion.

“No. I’ve just finally gotten away with being a bachelor to my parents” he waved his right hand around before taking a bite of his food. Your expression didn’t change so he chewed quickly to keep explaining. “I may have lied and told my parents I’m engaged to make them stop asking about when I’m going to settle down” he chuckled before taking another bite.

“Aren’t you going back home to see them for the break?” you squint at him as you think you’ve found a flaw in whatever he has planned.

“Yes, going to stay there till the 20th,” he says through a large mouthful. Charming.

“Are they expecting to see this imaginary fiancé of yours?” you lean forward and tilt your head. Tom senses that something isn’t right, did he make a flawed plan?

“Yes, I told them to get another chair ready around the table. What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” he seems to pout a little when he ends his sentence. In any other situation, you’d coo and poke his protruding bottom lip but you don’t even glance at it now.

“Tom, who are you going to bring? Who is going to play the role of your soon to be wife?”

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Yeah, his plan was shit. Why did he think he could just lie to his parents like that? They were now expecting an actual woman to walk into his childhood home with him. The future Mrs Holland. The one with who he would have children and the person with who he would share a home. His parents would probably not believe that his fiancé has invisibility power… So basically, he's fucked. How is he going to convince anyone to play the part of the love of his life? Maybe it's time he came clean to his family.

They'll be heartbroken, understandably so. Toms' fabulous plan was anything but good. Y/N helped him see that. You've always been the voice of reason between them. The one to calculate the next move, to think things through and make sure everything goes correctly. One of the best teachers in the school, Tom’s closet friend -maybe don't tell Harrison this… you'd never lie about this to your close ones without having a fake spouse to be ready to go. You'd nail a fake engagement; everyone would believe you. Maybe you should be the drama teacher!

“I'm so screwed” Tom sighs as he walks into his flat. He can hear Tessa frantically making her way to the entrance to greet him. He smiles and hurries to take his boots off. His dog does tend to tackle him with love. She runs to him, immediately jumping into his awaiting arms. “Did you miss me, baby?” he coos squeezing her to him. If shit is happening in his life, Tom knows that Tessa will always be there to cheer him up.

He makes his way to his cramped kitchen, after all, tea always gets his creative juices flowing. His kettle is ancient, he thinks so anyway, he got it at a second-hand store but imagines it’s been in at least 5 other households before it got to him. It was pretty much given to him for free, so he has no real complaints about it. “It’s got character” is what you had said when you visited his flat for the first time 5 years ago.

It was raining cats and dogs, your coat was ripped after getting it stuck on a doorknob as you practically ran out of your flat that morning and your phone was completely out of battery. You were having a horrible day. Classes were done and you were about to run, run as fast as you possibly could to the nearest underground entrance. You crossed your fingers hoping- praying that your barely existent coat would help save your bag full of your students' music sheets. What could go wrong now?

“Y/N? Do you need a ride home?” Thomas Holland; gym rat, amazing teacher, heartthrob. Now you could add ”the kindest person you know” to that list.

He took you home for you to realise you didn’t have your keys. You had texted your roommate and she answered saying that she would only be back in two hours. So, Tom proved himself to be your new favourite person by inviting you over to his place and to wait it out there.

When you got yourself seated on his… vintage floral couch he offered you some tea and waved his kettle excitedly.

“Wow, that kettle has seen things! It’s got character I like it”

Oh… OH! How could he have not seen this? You were quite literally in front of his eyes all along! You would make the perfect fake fiancé. Friendly, smart, gorgeous and his family already knows you so it would be believable enough. With his cup full of tea, he leans on his counter and video calls you.

“Hi Tommy” Your voice cracks through his phone speaker as your face comes into view. He may love getting furniture and cooking utensils from thrift shops or Facebook marketplace, but he doesn’t cheap out on technology. His phone is the latest release and he's got a huge TV mounted on his wall. He tells people it’s because he needs the best tech to stay in shape, but he just wants to be able to watch superhero movies in the best quality. Such good quality that he could imagine himself as Spiderman in some of the scenes. Nerd.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” he takes a slow sip of his tea, how should he ask you this favour? He doesn’t think you'll need that much convincing, so he's not worried about finding a plan b.

“Just left the mall, I could not decide on an outfit for tonight, so I just went a bought on” You lifted the bag that was in your hand to show Tom.

“What’s tonight?” he put his cup down with furrowed brows. “Hot date?”

“Yeah, with the entire faculty!” you laughed “Do you not remember? Tonight is the teacher meeting or party as some call it”

“That’s tonight? Fuck, I forgot” Tom groans. Faculty parties, an excuse to get drunk for some and a chance to hook up for others. Tom has done both. Not his best ideas, especially not when he slept with Michelle Rioux, a lunch lady, she got only a little obsessive, and Tom had to date her for a bit. She ended up moving away for a better job, he really didn’t know how he was going to get out of that relationship at first.

“Figures. You have to go, Thomas! You can’t leave me alone, I won’t get through the night all on my own” You seem to be walking, probably to your car with a cold expression on your face. You don’t want to be abandoned by Tom.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll go. Only because the drinks are free” he chugs the rest of his tea and makes his way to his bedroom. “It’s at 7, right?”

“Yup! At the usual pub, so you better start getting ready, you love dolling yourself up” you laughed as you got into your car. Tom laughed with you as he looked through his closet. “Help me choose an outfit?” he asks without looking at his phone.

“Of course, do you have any dark green? Like emerald?” you asked him. Tom hummed and put his phone down as he dug deeper.

“Why emerald?”

“So we can match obviously” your toned suggested that it was the most obvious thing. How could he not have understood that from the start? You had to be matching. Tom smiled at what you said, it seemed so domestic, so couple-y but it didn’t worry him. He knows how much of a sucker you are about matching your outfits together and he's never been able to say no to you.

“I have this, think Haz gave it to me” he pulls out a deep green silky shirt. He can’t recall ever wearing it before. He hears you go “Ooh” through his phone before you answer him.

“That’s perfect! It would look amazing with those sort of kaki plaid pants you have. You know the ones I’m talking about” Your face is so close to your screen; you want to see up close how this outfit forms.

“Mh yeah, it’s cold so I’ll wear my beige coat and my signature boots” he takes the pants you described from his wardrobe and laid them on his bed so you can judge the entire look.

“I’ve outdone myself with this one Tommy! Can’t wait to see you in it” you wink when he looks at you after flipping his camera back to his face. He smiles again and winks back.

“Think I can find my future fake fiancé in this?” he grabs a belt and some socks so he can have everything he needs out.

“Mh, only if you leave a few buttons undone. Then you might even have me at your feet” you fan yourself dramatically as you chuckle. Tom blushes at your comment and shakes his head.

“I’ll see you there love, we both have some dolling up to do”

It’s only after he hangs up that he realises he didn't ask you to take part in his failed plan to convince his family… he’ll have to find an opportunity sometime tonight.

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It’s now 9:47, you and your coworkers have passed the term tipsy. You all sit at the same table laughing and talking louder than you probably should. Tom is sitting next to you; he has a pint in one hand, and his other arm rests on the back of your chair. You’re warm, too warm, but you can’t pinpoint if it's because of the alcohol or because of the arm that keeps grazing your back. So far no one has started making out or ran off to the bathroom for a quick fuck, so tonight is a pretty good night. There shouldn’t be any awkwardness in the teacher's lounge tomorrow. The first-grade teacher, Holly Kan, gasped loudly after downing her strawberry daiquiri in one go.

“We should play a game!” she announces as she ties her hair up into a ponytail, she must mean business. As soon as she hears a few people accept her proposal, including you and Tom, she smirks. “Never have I ever with my favourite brandy,” she asks the bartender for an entire bottle of brandy, but he doesn’t give it to her. She goes up to him, flirts a little, and comes back with the bottle held up high.

“Who goes first then?” Tom asks, he lifts his head a little to speak to Holly, almost as if looking straight ahead is impossible with the sombre lighting in the pub and the alcohol in his system. Whoever decided to do this gathering on a Thursday did not think it through.

“Well, you can Mr. Holland!” She pours everyone a shot and settles back into her chair. Tom sighs, throws his head back and strokes his chin with the hand that was holding his beer.

“Never have I ever… stolen someone's lunch from the fridge in the lounge” 6 out of 11 of the people in your group drink. Tom looks at you from the corner of his eye and scoffs. “Better drink up Ms. L/N, I’ve seen you take mine”

“I have never done such a thing!” you gasp, putting a hand to your chest as you stare him down. He only lifts one of his eyebrows as a response. You both know that you’ve taken his meal more than once, he’s a good cook and sometimes you don’t want to risk it with cafeteria food.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he says right before pinching the skin at the back of your arm. You swat his hand away and lean forward, this way he might not pinch you again. A few more people go before it's your turn.

You think about an act you've never done that others could have for a second. You look at Tom, trying to inspire yourself with his face or his soft-looking hair or his firm pecks -they peak out of his shirt, tempting you almost. When you lock eyes with him again you smirk.

“Never have I ever gotten a drunken tattoo of Pac-man on my inner thigh” you snicker your way through your sentence. Your eyes never leave Toms face, allowing you to see his stoic expression change into one of shock and annoyance. Your coworkers join you in making fun of Tom as he downs the shot Holly had filled up again.

“You're a pain in the ass” he shakes his head at you. “Thought I could trust you with that secret” he teases you filling up his shot glass again.

It's Holly's turn after yours. She seems in deep thought before finding something to share. Something you wish she had never chosen to say.

“Never have I ever had someone besides myself give me an orgasm” she laughs as she looks at everyone drink but then her eyes fall on your still full shot glass. “Y/N?? I’m waiting till marriage what’s your excuse?” her eyes are wide as if waiting for you to drink. You shrug looking down at your hands.

“Wow wow, weren’t you in a relationship with your high school boyfriend till like a year ago?” Mr. Carwilde, a history teacher, exclaims from the other end of the table. His wife, Ms. Carwilde the after-school activity organiser, slaps his arm.

“I was yes” you sigh not looking up. You feel Tom gently tap your arm, signalling for you to look at him. His face reads confusion. Mouth wide open, brows knit together as his eyes shift to every part of your face.

“He never made you cum?” Tom whispers his question probably wanting to avoid letting the other hear but it’s no use everyone is silent waiting for your answer.

“He was an incredibly selfish lover, I always had to finish myself off” you look away from Tom awkwardly, his gaze too piercing. “I haven’t been with anyone since him, sex seems pointless and sort of unappealing really” you take a sip of your iced water, maybe your body heat will go back down to normal if you drink enough of it.

No one says a thing. Complete silence overtakes the table, only the other guests are heard and the mixing of drinks behind the bar. Tom gently takes your hand dragging you away from the group. He makes sure to grab both your jackets before bringing you outside. The fresh air immediately cools you down, sobers you up a little as well. He gently drapes your coat around you before putting his own on. The streetlight next to you makes him look good. Too good. No one should look that good when piss drunk under a yellowish light.

“Thanks,” you say as you lean on the brink wall behind you.

“No need to thank me, I figured you needed to get out of there” he shrugs walking in front of you. Maybe to shield you from the outside, after such humiliation you, naturally, don’t want to be looked at by anyone.

“Yeah, didn’t think I would ever admit to that, I'm drunker than I thought” you let out a dry laugh, “at least everyone knows that Zayne is an asshole in bed” you look up and meet Toms’ eyes. He seems conflicted.

“He never got you to finish? You two were together for so long” he rests a hand on your shoulder, grounding you. You appreciate the gesture, but it reeks of pity, so you shrug him off.

“As a teen, I didn’t care, figured he would learn. Then we got… comfortable in our relationship and I didn’t dare break it up or even speak to him about it. I was scared I wouldn’t find better. So, I stayed with him even if he was horrible in bed. He only cared about himself, never even ate me out” you scoff as you remember it all.

“What?? He’s crazy, that’s one of my fucking favourite things to do. It’s addicting” he throws his hands up in the air and paces in front of you. You smile at his reaction, no one else would be so offended about this than him. “So, you have never been eaten out, ever?” he’s in a state of shock as you shake your head. You? His Y/N? Never had someone do that to you? “Did he ever ask you to suck him off?” you nod. Now Tom looks pained as if he’s just received the worse news of his life. “What an asshole” he mutters ruffling his curls out of his face.

“It is what it is I guess…” you put your arms into your sleeves and check your phone; it’s now close to midnight. You call yourself a taxi and offer to get one for Tom as well, but he declines. His flat is only a few streets down, so he wants to enjoy the fresh air.

Tom looks at you. Really looks at you. He sees the sad expression on your face, the way you stand straight trying to hide it, he looks at your body or at least what he can make out of it as a lot of it is in your jacket. He knows you’re pretty, gorgeous. When he first was hired, he tried to get in your pants more than once before you told him you had a long-term boyfriend, Zayne (the orgasm withholder). He stopped his advances as soon as you told him but that didn’t stop him from admiring you. You were always so kind to him and always made sure he knew where he was going in the school after his first day. Now, you’re single and still completely his type. Maybe you two could work something out…

“Y/N,” he says your name sweetly like it’s his favourite word. You look at him once again and tilt your head in questioning. “Feel free to slap me”

“Slap you? Why would I do that” you giggled as you look at him.

“I’m going to propose something weird here, so I’m giving you permission” he makes his way to you again and you now make out the determination on his face. You nod, letting him know to keep going.

“I need a fiancé to bring home tomorrow” he starts, and you nod again “and you have never had good sex” he adds. You start connecting his thoughts and your jaw drops. “So how about we make a deal” he shuts his eyes, anticipating a hit but you’re frozen in your spot. The gears in your head turn rapidly. What do you even want to think of this?

You’ve always thought of Tom as an attractive man, fluffy hair, bright eyes, a kind smile, and a mouth-watering physique. Anyone would jump at the opportunity to get into bed with him, so, his proposal isn’t the craziest. But what do you think of it? An orgasm would be amazing… wouldn’t your friendship suffer from such a huge shift in your dynamic. Yes, you flirt with each other constantly but that’s not the same as letting him get his mouth on you, is it?

Tom peeks one eye open reading your expression. It’s unreadable so he decides to open both of his eyes and wait. Wait for any kind of reaction from you. You look into his eyes and start to speak. Before you can even get a syllable out, you’re interrupted by harsh honking. You look over Toms’ shoulder and see a taxi waiting for you.

“Um, bye” you manage to say before rushing away. Tom turns around to watch you go before calling your name causing you to stop just before sitting in the car.

“I’ll take over all of your recess and detention duties for the rest of the year” he bargains something else. Something that shocks both of you a lot less. “Lying to them with you will be easier” You let out a breath and nod.

“Okay, see you tomorrow after class, fiancé”

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You stand outside of the Holland household, Toms’ hand in yours with a fancy ring you bought yourself a few years ago on your ring finger. You and Tom spent the entirety of your lunch break picking the intricate details of your love life. Any question his family would throw at you, you’d both be ready. He looks at you one last time before knocking on the door. Even if it’s his childhood home he figures it’s best to knock, maybe it’ll give you a few more seconds to get mentally ready.

As soon as the door is yanked open Tom smiles seeing his mother. He steps into the house dragging you inside with him. Your hands clasped together. Nikki looks you over and smiles immediately nodding at Tom. You aren’t too sure what to make of that look, but you don’t let it get to you.

“Hi again Y/N, it’s so nice to see you after so long!” she hugs you tightly.

“Thank you for having me Nikki” you smiled at her as she pulls away. You take off your boots and your coat as she hugs Tom.

“Can’t believe you two kept this a secret from us! We have been rooting for you two since Tom first introduce you” she shakes her head in disbelief, taking your left hand into her own. “Oh, Tom this ring is gorgeous, you picked a good one” Tom isn’t sure if she’s only talking about the ring.

“Had her friend help me out” he grins as the three of you make your way to the living room. You already see four more heads sitting on the couch ready to be introduced.

“Boys look who it is!” Nikki says excitedly walking towards them. She gestures towards the two of you when she’s in front of them. All four of them turn around in a synchronised motion. Harry gasps when he sees who’s hanging off his brothers’ arm.

“You owe me 20 pounds Sam!” he cheers nudging his twin with his foot. Sam groans and waves the other off.

“So, everyone this is Y/F/N, my fiancé” Tom smiles widely and hugs you to his side. Everyone greats you, they all have a shared gleam in their eyes. Some sort of hope. You great all of them back answering their questions before you are dragged to the couch between Nikki and Dom. She had prepared the coffee table for Tom and his partner arrival. Many family picture books and art projects -you can only presume they were all made by a younger Tom- are stacked on the wood and are ready to be looked through.

“Please don’t embarrass me too much, I still have to look somewhat cool to her” he groans as he sits down directly in front of you on a footrest. His brothers laugh at him as their mother instantly goes for the pictures of Tom terrified at a theme park. He’s in tears in every picture, Nikki explains that he had a slight fear of mascots and kept getting shocked. He still had fun but only on the rides and he’d burst into tears as soon as they were back on the ground. You laughed as you looked through each album with his family. They all gave more details behind each picture, even Tom shared some embarrassing stories about himself. Your cheeks were in pain as you hadn’t stopped smiling. You looked at trips, first school day, pool days, graduation, athletic competitions and so many moments of Toms’ life that you didn’t know about before tonight.

Tom was looking at you interact with his family. The most important people in his life. You seemed to fit right in with them with such ease as if you always should have been there. Laughing at pictures of him giving himself bubble beards during bath time or cooing at his first Halloween costume, a banana onesie. It should scare him. How much he likes seeing you there, having brought you with him. He’s never been the type to bring a girl home, he doesn’t do that. So, even if fake, having you here and him being so okay with it is a sort of revelation to him. Maybe no other girl had been worthy of the spot you sit in right now, between his parents. Maybe he’s found someone he could keep breaking his boundaries with.

A little later you all ate dinner together. Sharing more stories and anecdotes. You were getting more questions about your relationship, so you were very glad that you and Tom had taken the time to figure these things out.

“I’m glad it’s you Y/N, Tom has been enamoured with you for so long now. He talked about you all the time, I’m happy he gets to be with you now” Dom speaks with a gentle expression on his face. He’s pleased to see this relationship has bloomed well, that his son is with someone good. You don’t let the shock you feel show as you.

Tom enamoured with you… The man that doesn’t do anything more than hookups and very short flings? What his father said sounds like he’s been having emotions or at least that you've been stuck in his head for a while now… You knew that in the beginning he wanted to do you, that was no secret, but you thought it didn’t get any further than that, how could it have? You look at Tom hoping to get something from him but he’s not looking at you.

“My dad is exaggerating… I talked about you a normal amount” he brushes it out coolly taking a bite of his steak. You smile tightly taking a sip of the drink Nikki gave you. This new tension between you and Tom is invisible to his parents and his brothers but you both can feel it crash over you suddenly. You’re reminded of the feeling you had when he had offered to make you orgasm. The rush of different emotions, clammy hands, a speeding heart and being unable to formulate a coherent thought.

“Have you two had any thoughts about what you want the wedding to look like? Where do you want to go on your honeymoon or even baby names?” Nikki asks excitedly looking at the both of you.

“Um, we haven’t really thought about any of that just yet” Tom scratches the back of his neck before stuffing his mouth full of food, avoiding being questioned again. Nikki rolls her eyes and looks directly at you.

“What about you, dear? Anything you want?” she clasped her hands together and leans on them. Her eyes are kind, but they want answers. She has been waiting for this moment forever now.

“I mean… I’d like an outdoor wedding probably near a castle or palace of sorts just for the pictures. I don’t want something too big, but I want all our families present and our closest friends. I know Tom loves the outdoors and hiking so maybe Iceland for our honeymoon, we could see some aurora borealis. For kids, I’m not sure. I want 2 or 3 maybe… names I don’t have anything right now so, yeah” You finish your glass after sharing your thoughts. Marriage and such had been something you’d looked at before. Being with Zayne for so long, that was the next logical step at one point. You’re glad it didn’t get to that though.

Tom smiles when he realised you’d included him in this plan. Even if it was fake, he liked that you’d thought of him and his interests for a honeymoon, Iceland would probably be amazing with you.

“That sounds lovely, darling,” he said kissing your temple gently.

Tom leads you to his bedroom after you have all had dessert, he carries both your bags. He stops in front of what you assume is his bedroom door and you open it, letting him go in first. He sets the bags on the floor next to his bed. The room is cosy, he's clearly changed it since his years of living with his parents. There's nothing really in it that screams teenage Tom, no superhero decor, no video game console or even half-naked girls hung up on his walls. He had shown you pictures of himself in high school, some showcased those glorious pictures. He claimed they were “accidentally” exposed.

“So what do think of the Hollands?” he asks you as he throws himself backwards onto his bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are thrown up above his head.

“Just as nice as the last time I saw them” you sit next to him, you contemplate laying down next to him but it might be too intimate. Too intimate might just scare him off. He nods with a grin.

“They seem to like you enough, think they believe it all” he leans up on his forearms and looks at you. You turn your body towards him. His curls are pushed back, eyes lidded with exhaustion and a tight turtleneck framing his athletic build. He’s not wearing anything too crazy, it's an outfit he's worn countless times before but fuck. He is dangerously attractive. So dangerous you're close to being trapped, tangled with him in ways you'd never thought you'd be with him. Well, at least not really… Ok yes, maybe you'd thought about it once or twice. Or a few hundred times before. He's hot ok!?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he's now sitting, body leaning towards your own. Your breath hitches but at the same time it gets quicker. His face is inches away from your own. You could count his lashes if you wanted to.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me alive” his smile ever so slowly forms into a smirk. You meet his eyes rapidly when you notice they'd been stuck on his lips. Hypnotising.

“Maybe… maybe I should take the floor” you mumble, placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushing. He doesn't budge nor even a little.

“Nonsense, we'll share the bed, fiancé. Thank my parents for buying me a queen size bed in high school” he places a hand just above your knee and pushes himself up, back onto his feet. “I'll have a quick shower, I'd offer for you to join but I’m betting my mom will be in here any second now” he winks and leaves his bedroom. The door shuts softly behind him.

You breathe in and out slowly before letting yourself collapse onto his maroon linens. Dangerous.

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Tom and you do end up sharing the bed but there was no more… tension? At least not the same kind that happened before he got washed, not the kind that had you clenching your thighs together when he walked back into his room with a towel low on his hips. Definitely not the kind that made you feel slightly ashamed when his mother peeked her head in to say goodnight. But then again you liked that kind of tension.

It's early in the morning. The sun peeks through Toms window, illuminating his bedroom in a soft yellow glow. Tom is still sleeping with a gaping mouth that occasionally lets out soft snores, charming really. You're scrolling through your phone, liking a few pictures as you go. You keep getting distracted, Tom twitches a little in his slumber. Not much, it's almost as if to remind you he's laying there, right next to you. He did once tell you he liked cuddling well mainly with Tessa but still. Maybe he's trying to hold onto something.

You put your phone back on the bedside table and lay down facing him. You're, once again, close enough to count his lashes. You don't but you could. He twitches again and it makes him close his mouth harshly, maybe he's dreaming?

You notice that his forehead is damp, oh so too warm. You pull the covers away from him gently, revealing the rest of his body. He had said that he usually sleeps in his underwear but stayed fully clothes for the sake of sharing a bed so that might be why he's overheating. When his body is out of the blanket you look him up and down, your eyes quickly snapping back to his face.

That's why he's been twitching so much?? Seeing Tom Hollands morning wood, even covered by his clothes, was not something you were ever expecting to see. In your dreams maybe but in reality, so close to you? Never.

You could try and get out of the bed but that would risk him waking up and seeing how flustered you are. So staying right where you are is the best option, at least for now. You carefully grab your phone again and try distracting yourself with anything you scroll upon. Cat videos, cooking recipes, DIY tips, anything! But then you're seeing one of Tom's posts, him at the gym. Nothing unusual, he loves showing off. He even has an account for children workouts, he lets his students follow that one. This one though it's private, only for the people he chooses to let in. You're there and able to see every single picture of his active lifestyle.

Your eyes drift back to him, to his crotch. You feel dirty looking at him like this but it's so difficult to look away. Mr Holland… What a sexy sexy man. You suck in a breath and move closer to him, not necessarily to wake him up or to start anything. You can feel his body heat this way, he's truly overheating. As you shift into a comfortable position, your phone slips from your grasp and down between the wall and the bed onto the floor. It clatters loudly, startling Tom awake.

His eyes snap open and he takes in a sharp breath. He turns on his back as he rubs his face. His eyes blink a few times before he looks at you. He smiles tiredly, wraps his arms around you and shuffles closer to you. You're pressed to his side; head on his chest and the rest of your body stuck to his.

“Morning, love” he croaks out before clearing his throat.

“Hi” you answer him. You make sure your hands are kept to yourself and that your eyes don't drift down. It would be embarrassing getting caught having a staredown with the bulge in his pants.

“Did u sleep well?” you ask him trying to distract yourself.

“Yeah, think I ran a bit warm though” his free hand travels to the base of his shirt fanning himself a little. You're not sure if he's purposefully choosing to ignore his dick or if he's still stuck in a half awake haze. You made an affirming sound still looking away, you will not look down, you will not look down, you will n- why are you looking down?

Tom's hand is resting on his stomach, moving in slow circles seemingly giving himself some belly rubs. Would be cute if it wasn't for well that. He shifts his body a little and then stretches his legs out. When you feel his entire body stiffen you think he's finally felt the situation happening in his pants.

“Shit, shit I'm sorry Y/N” he lets go of your body moving away from you, probably wanting to get up and far away.

At first, you let him. He's almost out of the bed when your mind drifts to when you agreed to this. When he's suggested trying to give you an orgasm. You think about what his first offer was and how it made you feel. You grab his wrist and tug. He stumbles back into a sitting position and stares at you. You gulp as you sit up, his wrist still held tightly in your hand.

“Do you, um, remember what the first thing you offered me was?” you don’t dare look up. You're terrified of what he might say or of what his face may look like.

“You mean the night of the faculty party?” his voice is low but you can't hear any disgust so you look up at him. His eyes are stuck on you, chest going up and down rapidly. You nod, your voice stuck in your throat.

“Maybe… maybe you could show me what good sex feels like” you're surprised at how strong your gaze is, it doesn't even waver and stays locked with Toms. His is piercing, analytic.

“Yeah?” his body is slowly getting closer to yours, moving with practised ease.

“Yeah” you nod again tugging him towards you.

He looks at your lips and back up to your eyes. He searches for resistance, hesitation, he doesn't want to do this unless you absolutely want to. When all he finds is determination, the hand you aren't holding goes up to your neck. His face is practically on yours, he's so close, not close enough. You tug him forwards again and press your lips to his.

Addictive, sensual, dangerous. Tom's lips move against yours roughly, like he's trying to meld the both of you together. Your breaths are loud between kisses but there's never a long moment before you meet again. You let go of his wrist and immediately start tugging at the base of his shirt. He takes it off but doesn't waste a second to reconnect your lips. His hands wander your body they go onto your cheeks, your waist, your ass, anywhere he can reach.

Your mind can't think it can only chant “Tom” over and over again. It's like he's taken over every single part of you, your body heats with want with need. Your lips already feel blissfully numb it's the kind of feeling that lingers.

Your hands travel his naked chest, reach around to his back pulling him closer so his front is pressed to your own. You break away from him to slip your shirt off, freeing your upper body and allowing Tom to see your bare chest. He sucks a breath in through his teeth and brings one of his hands up.

“You're so hot” he mumbles as he leans down to take your nipple in his mouth. He licks it before wrapping his lips around it and sucks, your other breast isn't left unattended for long as he takes it in his free hand. The moan you let out surprises you, not used to getting this kind of attention.

“Tom” your voice is airy, quiet. You push him away, allowing yourself to lay down and get comfortable against the pillows you were both sleeping on just a few moments ago. Tom smirks but he doesn't join you. Instead, he stands up making your brows furrow in confusion. Before you can ask what he's up to, his pyjama pants are off and he's left standing in his boxers. Your eyes lift to his wanting to avoid direct eye contact with his cock. Your heart races and you feel warm all over so you decide to follow Tom's lead, removing your pants. You're left in your soaked underwear. His knees almost buckled as he looks at you, looks at all you're letting him see.

“So fucking pretty, love” he crawls on top of you with lidded eyes. “Gonna be so good to you, I'll make you feel things you never even knew possible” he kisses you softly before starting to trail them along your jaw and down your neck. A full-body shudder makes its way through you as Tom makes his way down your frame. Your hands tangle in the sheets below you and your eyes never leave him. You watch his every move as you pant softly, anticipation coursing through you.

“You're so responsive… it's incredibly arousing” Tom mumbles against the skin of your inner thighs. He pressed his soft lips to them before sucking, taking the skin between his teeth for only a second the feeling goes straight to your core. Heating up your already warm cunt. You're so wet, your dark panties probably don't show it but you can feel it.

“Take them off” you beg between pants. You're already so overwhelmed and he hasn't even touched your core.

“You're going to fall apart so quickly, darling,” he says or more so affirms. You both know his words are true. Your first orgasm that wasn't from your own hand or helped along with some toys is, hopefully, happening soon.

“Let me teach you all the ways you can feel” he adds as he takes hold of your panties and drags them down your legs until he can toss them away.

Your folds glisten with wetness, pent up arousal leaking from you. Tom groans at the sight, a deep throaty sound that almost makes your back arch of the bed.

“Please, just do it” you whine softly, reminding yourself that you aren't alone in this house. Your left-hand lets go of the sheets to tangle itself in Toms curls, desperately tugging him forward.

He doesn't waste any time, connecting with your cunt sloppily. His tongue makes quick work of locating and licking your clit. He circles it, alternating between that and lapping at you with a flat tongue. You feel his hands go up and down your legs, slowly getting closer to where Tom works.

He leans down and starts thrusting his wet member in and out of you. It's so wet, so messy, so good. Your moans are most likely too loud for what they should be in this setting but you don't care. You've never felt this good and you make sure to tell Tom. Not that he needs the ego boost.

He takes his face away, wet from his nose to his chin, clearly enjoying himself.

“You like that, doll?” he presses a soft kiss to your mound, you shiver almost violently letting out a whimper. “Want to come on my face? Feel something you've never felt before, huh?” his hands finally meet your folds.

He looks down at you as he parts them, rubbing them all along your lips; teasing your entrance. Your back lifts and Tom snakes a hand in the space between his bed and you, holding you at that angle.

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, leans back down; savouring your taste once more. His thrusting makes you squirm, you have never been touched so gently yet so full of purpose. Even if Tom is pushing his fingers in and out of you at a laboured pace, he keeps reminding you to stay here, with him. Not to get too lost in your head, he wants to see everything you feel, everything you're thinking about. His mouth connects with your wet folds again, stimulating your sensitive bud as he's entering you. Your pelvis rocks back and forth helping yourself along.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please!” you choke out. Your moans keep getting louder and more desperate, you’ll wake the whole household at this point, so you let go of Tom's hair and cover your mouth. Hopefully, you’re able to muffle the sounds that leave your mouth. Tom hums against you, pressing his face forward to get more of you on his tongue. His hand never stops moving, his digits rubbing at your walls rapidly. He must sense you getting tighter as you get more desperate the closer you get to falling apart completely.

“You’re so close, Y/N. Cum for me, only for me” he insists against you.

Your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver around Tom's head. His face buried in you not stopping for a second his lapping or the thrusts he does with fingers. Your back is arched off the bed and your muscles are stiff. It courses through you, making tears drip down your face and eager whimpers slip through the barrier you’re creating on your mouth.

Suddenly you fall limp. All tension gone from your body leaving you in a sedated cloud of pleasure. Your breath is irregular and heavy as if each inhales and exhales demand incredible amounts of energy.

Tom gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of his bedroom to the bathroom to get a damp rag and to rinse off the wetness you leftover on his face. He’s back before you can even register he was gone and he takes care of you. You look at him through your lashes and a dopey smile forms as you lock eyes with him.

“Should have accepted your first offer” you mutter when he helps you slip your loose pyjama shirt back on. He laughs softly and sits down next to your limp body. That’s when you realise the hard bulge still present in his underwear. The reason as to why this even happened.

“So want me to suck you off? Return the favour?” you ask him with a cheeky smirk. He shakes his head, he can see that you’re seconds away from falling into an intense orgasm slumber.

“Not now, darling. Maybe I’ll take up on that later though, when you can sit up on your own” he winks just before your eyes fall shut.

“Mh can’t wait” sleep takes over you and Tom runs off to the bathroom.

tada

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heyy, if requests are open could i get a geralt and reader where theyre dating and they meet after a long time?? ciri thinks shes just one of his friends so shes a bit cautious of her(reader)? and this leads to r thinking ciri hates her?? maybe one night ciri overhears r talking to geralt and asking him what ciri likes to grow closer to her?? and she sees him kiss and comfort her and she realizes theyre dating? and the next day she asks them how they fell in love and its cute and fluffy?? totally fine if you dont want to write it but thanks!!

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warnings: just lots and lots of fluff!!

You waited at your usual spot, like you have been doing every three months for the past seven years. You knew what being with a Witcher meant-- absences, distances (both physical and sometimes emotional), and a lot of trust necessary for it to work.

But you loved Geralt, and he loved you. You both made sacrifices to be with each other, and it was always worth it.

You stared down the road where you knew he’d stride in with Roach, keeping a look out for his tall, imposing figure that you missed so much. And when you finally saw him coming in from the snow, you could have cried from happiness.

He saw you, probably way before you saw him, and his eyes lit up in happiness. But he nudged his chin towards Roach, and that is when you noticed the girl atop the horse, riding in with him.

You froze. His Child Surprise. You’d know about the child he had gotten when he claimed the Law of Surprise, and knew how terrified he was of ever having her in his care.

I’ll help you take care of her, you’d whispered to him on nights when he would panic over the responsibility, promising him, You won’t be doing it alone. She’s your destiny, and you are mine. We will figure it out together.

But now they’d found each other. And you were suddenly the one terrified.

What if she didn’t like you?

You managed to change your face to one of reserved happiness when Geralt finally reached you, fingers itching to reach out and hug him. But he seemed to want to take your introduction to the girl slow, and you would follow his lead.

“Ciri, this is the woman I told you we would be needing. She has the best apothecary in the Continent,” he said, and when he went to stand beside you, his rested his hand on the small of your back where she couldn’t see.

You held back your shiver at finally feeling his touch. “It is nice to meet you, Ciri,” you said with a soft smile.

The girl wondered why Geralt was friends with a woman who ran an apothecary; he didn’t have ‘friends’. She must be useful to them for something.

Geralt cleared his throat, seeing the apprehension in Ciri’s eyes. “Would we be able to stay with you for a few nights? There are things we need to get before we head to Kaer Morhen, and this is our last stop.”

You nodded. “Of course, I wasn’t expecting visitors, so I’ll just... get things prepared for you both. Give me an hour or so, and I’ll even have dinner.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, you were only expecting one visitor.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least.

You sat beside Geralt, your thigh pressing against his, but you didn’t dare reach out and touch him. You watched Ciri eat her meal, wishing you could have talked to Geralt before you met her.

Ciri wasn’t sure what to think of you. You seemed nice; too nice, almost. But Ciri assumed if Geralt trusted you, she probably could too.

You reluctantly pulled away from Geralt’s side, collecting the dishes. “Tea, sweetheart?

“I think it’s time you went to sleep,” Geralt answered for Ciri, keeping his eyes on you. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

You grabbed a fur and wrapped it around her shoulders as she rose, leading her to the bedroom. “If you need anything, just let me know, okay?”

When you returned to the main room, Geralt was standing in front of the fireplace with a grin that made you start crying, throwing yourself into his arms and finally getting to hold your lover.

He held you tightly against his body, face buried in your hair as he took in your scent, the warmth of your body, the steady beating of your heart against his chest; all the things he missed every single day while he was away.

You smiled as he rocked you slightly, gasping as he picked you up and carried you over to your favorite chair in the corner, arranging you on his lap so you could cuddle into him.

Cupping his face and kissing him slowly, Geralt groaned, deepening the kiss as you licked into his mouth, his hand on the nape of your neck.

You pulled away with a soft smile, murmuring, “You brought a child to me.”

He sighed, his thumb brushing against the spot behind your ear that made you shiver. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. But I know I need to protect her.”

You nodded, absentmindedly brushing your fingertips over a new scar he had on his temple. “I don’t think she likes me.”

He snorted at that. “Who wouldn’t love you?” he said lowly, trailing kisses along your neck.

You bit your lip, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling his face away from where it was wandering towards your breasts. He laughed.

“Seriously, Geralt. Tell me, what is her favorite foods, desserts? Perhaps she would like a new dress, we could go out tomorrow…” you mused, already planning for ways to win her off.

“Please, don’t worry, my love. She will love you. As I do,” he murmured, his yellow eyes watching you carefully as he held your face up to his. “She’s still adjusting to all this. We all are.”

You hummed, resting your forehead against his and taking in his soothing presence, finally getting these few moments together before he had to leave again. You kissed him softly, whispering, “I love you.”

Ciri peeked out from around the corner, surveying the scene in front of her. She silently went back to her room, not wanting to disrupt the moment of peace between the two.

The next morning, you sprinkled a few blueberries on top of Ciri’s porridge, taking your spot next to Geralt and resting your hand on his thigh under the table. “How was your sleep?” you asked.

“How did you two fall in love?” she said suddenly, tilting her head as she looked at Geralt. She didn’t like being kept out of the loop, and he clearly didn’t feel the need to tell her that the woman they were staying with was his partner.

Geralt almost choked on his food, coughing. You laughed, a slight blush in your cheeks as you regarded the observant girl. “It wasn’t anything special, honestly.”

That earned you a stare from Geralt, unimpressed by your beginning to the story. “Isn’t that sweet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers on top of the table. Now, you didn’t have to hide how happy you were to have him back. “It was an accident. I was being harassed outside the tavern one night, and he saved me. I brought him back here to tend to a cut he got in the process.”

Geralt’s thumb slowly stroked the back of your hand, watching you carefully. He had a small smile on his face, like he too was hearing this story for the first time.

“I knew he was it for me instantly,” you continued softly, eyes locked on his. “For me, at least, I’ve been in love with him since the beginning.”

Geralt cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in and kissing you. “Me too,” he whispered against your lips, and you felt your heart thud in your chest like it always did when you were around him.

A voice clearing made you both pull away slightly, reminding you that there was someone else in the room. Ciri sat smiling at you both, tilting her head.

“So you’ll be joining us from now on?” Ciri asked, looking at you. You dared to think she looked hopeful, perhaps wanting a woman with them on their travels.

You glanced at Geralt. You’d gone with him to Kaer Morhen most years, but didn’t assume. He looked back at you with a look of amusement, giving a barely imperceptible nod. You grinned, turning back to the girl.

“We’ll have him letting us braid his hair in no time, darling.”

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erwinsvow · 2 years

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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

summary: your summer job babysitting for the kirstein's takes a turn.

warnings: dilf!jean x babysitter!reader, adultery/infidelity, age gap, rough sex, wrists being tied up, panties used as a gag, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie

author's note: this is literally the most fun i've had writing a fic and i hope everyone likes it <3 <- is what i wrote the first time i posted this! unfortunately it gotten taken down so here's a repost <3 tagging @dilfphobes and @thegetoufather since discord is down </3

It was almost obscene, really, how wealthy Mr. Kirstein was.

The kind of rich, successful adult you had only ever seen represented in television shows and shitty movies, where some poor small-town girl falls in love with a handsome millionaire who has no qualms about paying for everything. It was sickening, really, that the girls in the films were so dependent on this guy, not even retaining any dignity before they just handed over their life to him.

You weren’t like that, though. When you had heard from your friend, the one that babysat in the summer for a slew of wealthy families, that one of their rich friends was looking for a summer-long sitter, you had wondered how bad it could really be.

You knew the families would pay well, on account of their kids being spoiled brats most of the time, and what’s giving up one summer in order to stockpile your savings account?

Yeah, the parents were probably assholes who couldn’t be bothered to spend five minutes with their child, and yeah, your life would be a noisy, sticky hell for three hot months that could be better spent at the beach.

But then you thought about how good it would feel to not search for an on-campus job in September, how you’d be able to focus on your studies and maybe even splurge a little, or finally invest in that tablet you wanted so badly.

Before you know it, you’re writing down the Kirstein family’s number and dialing it when you get back home. It rings twice, before the butler picks up (geez, how rich are these people?) and puts you on hold for a moment. Your heart’s pounding a little, which you dismiss as anxiety about talking to a stranger, but it’s almost a premonition.

When a deep, handsome voice (can a voice be handsome? you wonder) comes through on the line, you nearly jump from your seat. For some reason, you had been expecting Mrs. Kirstein to pick up.

“Hi, this is Jean, how can I help you?” the voice asks, and you’re at a loss for words for moments before it registers that you have to say something back.

“Uh, h-hi, this is, um, it’s Pieck’s friend, she told me you needed a babysitter, and I-I wanted to call about that.” Jesus.

If this were you on the other line, you would have hung up the call already. What kind of a babysitter can’t even talk on the phone? Mr. Kirstein’s deep, rumbly laugh on the other line jolts you away from your thoughts.

“Well, hi there. That was fast, I thought it’d take forever to find someone.”

You don’t know what he looks like, and you hadn’t thought to ask Pieck about it despite how the Arlerts and the Yeagers, the other two families Pieck babysat for, had incredibly handsome dads that would make babysitting all the more difficult.

“Oh, well, she just told me- and I thought it would be better to call right away, but, uh, I have lots of experience. W-with babysitting,” you clarify quickly, positive you’re sounding like an idiot now.

“Well that’s good to know. Can I ask you something, how come you’re not working for the other families this summer, the ones that gave you all that experience?” On your end, you blink rapidly, and on Jean’s end, he’s smiling.

“Well, they moved away last year, I-I watched them for a few years, on and off. They were in the same neighborhood as you, I think, the Brauns.”

“Oh yeah. Well, I guess their loss is my gain. Can you come over tomorrow, so we can work out some of the details?”

And that’s how this whole thing started. You hadn’t thought a simple summer babysitting job could really be anything noteworthy, but Mr. Kirstein was quick to prove you wrong.

You had been correct in your guess that he was handsome—almost devastatingly so, with pretty, light brown eyes and matching hair that fell onto his face in a way that made him seem like he was your age, and not a decade and a half older.

But it wasn’t just his youthful handsomeness, or his muscles that were seemingly always on display in the tight-fitting polos he wore, but just something else about him. It was a combination of a bunch of things, like his laughter and the way he put you at ease rather than alert whenever he came into the room.

The same could not be said about his wife, however. You’d like to think she was a bad person, but you couldn’t really tell since you’d only interacted with her once or twice since you were hired. You could easily label her as a bad mother, though, since she only bothered to check in on you and her two children—five year old Marcella and toddler Constance, who went by Connie—once or twice a day, sometimes less.

It wouldn’t be concerning to you if she was working a job, preoccupied at the office on or calls all day like Mr. Kirstein was in his study upstairs, but she wasn’t. She was the epitome of the silly movies you disliked, preferring to spend all her time at spin class and out with friends, spending her husband’s money freely rather than with spending time with her own kids.

And you thought maybe her lack of interaction had something to do with the kids, maybe they were the spoiled brats you’d imagined them to be, hellish creatures walking around making every day a living nightmare, or something. But they weren’t.

Marcy and Connie were perfectly fine, perfectly normal kids. Connie was close to a menace sometimes, but it had less to do with her personality and more to do with the age she was at, and her behavior was perfectly justifiable. She was just a hyper, energetic kid who liked to run around and play games and keep every moment occupied.

Her sister was quite the opposite, a quiet, shy girl who liked to hide behind her father’s legs when you had been introduced to her for the first time, shortly after your interview. When he wasn’t around, she liked to stay close to the maids, who you figured were some sort of substitute care-takers for her, but it didn’t take long at all for her to warm up to you. You encouraged her affection slowly, and by the time May was over and June had begun, she was at your side like glue, talking about her favorite books and toys and the events of the day excitedly.

So it was just strange, really, why this picture-perfect family had such a detached mother. You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t your job to pry, or try to figure anything out, just to watch the kids during the day, clean up after them now and then and make their lunches, despite how much the maid insisted you didn’t have to.

It was kind of nice, though, playing house like this. It came to you easier than you’d like to admit, with the way you reflexively knew how to get the girls to stop fighting, what time to take them outside and keep them occupied with ice cream while Mr. Kirstein had an important call, all of it.

You certainly recognized how easy, how natural it became to bring lunch to Mr. Kirstein in his study, twelve-thirty on the dot, while Connie was napping and Marcy was watching her show in the playroom.

Twelve-thirty was your favorite time of the day, because you knew he had just gotten off a call minutes before, and he’d be rubbing his temples and stretching his tense shoulders and loosening his tie, thinking about how he was getting hungry and waiting for your arrival—and there you were.

You, in denim cut-offs or simple linen shorts, long enough that no one would doubt your choices on a hot summer day, but just a breath too short to be considered modest. It was the same way with your shirts and dresses, acceptable because of the weather but bending over just a little too much would cause your breasts or ass to come into full view.

And as fun as teasing Mr. Kirstein was, you knew he was at his limit somewhere around July. The weather was hotter, almost unbearably so, and as a result your clothing choices were getting more and more revealing, tops that clung to your skin inappropriately, shorts and skirts that rode up. It was getting harder and harder not to stare when he came down to greet you at breakfast, getting harder not to touch when you’d come by with his lunch, just like a good little wife would.

If Jean had to pick a specific moment though, when he’d had just about enough, it was the hour after his call had ended with someone important. One of those calls where you’d take the girls outside and eat ice cream to avoid any noise in the house interrupting him, something else he was grateful to you for.

It was then that his kids were sleeping off their sugar rush, that the maid had left to go pick up the groceries, that his wife had checked into the salon for the day.

That was when you’d shed off your sandals and grabbed a popsicle—cherry, your favorite—and made your way to the pool deck after checking that the girls were sound asleep. You were sitting by the cool water, feet submerged and kicking around, making small splashing noises as you worked on finishing the icy treat.

And Jean’s been thinking about it long enough, practically every day since the one after that shy, stuttering phone call with you, when he saw you in person and was just as surprised at your beauty as you’d been with his.

He’s certainly been waiting long enough too, despite how difficult it’s been to keep up with your incessant teasing and the lovely way you are with his kids, the way you almost know more about them than their own mother does, at this point.

It’s all becoming too much to handle when he sees you by the pool, almost glowing in the sunlight and lips stained red with the juice from the popsicle, looking like something else that he’d like to put between your lips.

You heard the footsteps behind you, and despite how you knew who it was, you didn’t turn around to face him. You let Mr. Kirstein come sit beside you, rolling up his pants and dipping his own feet into the water, as you hummed around your popsicle contentedly.

“You know, it’s not very nice to not share your ice cream, especially on a hot day like this.” Oh, so he was going to make this easy, huh?

You finally turn your head to look at him, teasing eyes widening in false surprise, as though you didn’t know you weren’t being nice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirstein,” you say, before taking one more loud, lewd suck on the cherry-red lolly. You pull it out of your mouth, a line of spit hanging obscenely between your lips and the treat, before moving your hand closer to him. “You want some?”

Jean takes it out of your hand, using his tongue to lick a long stripe along the side of it, before wrapping his own lips around it. When he finally pulls away, you lock eyes with him.

“Mmh. It’s good, but I think there’s something else I’d like to eat.”

You take the popsicle back, brushing your hand against Jeans for the briefest of seconds. Licking another stripe just where his tongue had been, you bat your eyes up at him.

“Yeah? What’s that, Mr. Kirstein?” you ask, despite how you know his answer. Jean’s honey-brown eyes narrow, his hand making its way to your thigh and gripping firmly.

“You.”

Your mouth falls open a little, shocked at the word even though you knew it was coming, almost like realizing suddenly that this was really happening, the thing you’d been thinking about all summer.

You let the popsicle fall on the pool deck, sticky hands reaching to wrap themselves around Mr. Kirstein’s neck, as you pull him into a kiss and let your lips crash onto each other’s.

You’re not even sure when you found your way onto his lap, ingrained in such a deep kiss that you’re going dizzy. Jean’s hands feel hot and firm on your hips, holding you to him tightly as you try your best to grind against his hard cock. He won’t let you though, hands stilling your movements as you moan desperately into his mouth, entirely unsatisfied at the lack of contact.

A loud, stinging slap to your ass stills you immediately.

“Bad girl. You can’t do that out here, in the open, where anyone could see, okay?” he says, mouth finally detaching from yours and settling on your jaw, as he places little kisses on the exposed skin.

More, you want to scream, but your thoughts are drowned out when Jean’s lips find yours again, and he jerks his hips up just a little bit, just to give you a taste of what you’re asking for, and it feels so good that your head feels empty.

You’re also not exactly sure how you got back to his bedroom, the one he shares with that wife you dislike so much. Any other day, you might have stopped to consider the weight of your actions, what it would mean for you to fuck Mr. Kirstein on the bed where his wife sleeps, but you just can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when his hands feel they’re burning into your skin, every touch along your thigh and squeeze of your ass making you whimper wantonly. Not when he’s telling you to be patient, but you’re seeing stars when he finally gets you out of the flimsy top that was covering your bare, pebbled nipples and latches his mouth onto one while his fingers roll the other.

No, that has you almost screaming with pleasure, your hand finding its way to cover your mouth and stop the obscene noises from leaving, with the all-too-real possibility that someone in the house could hear.

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs from his position on your chest, letting go of one sore nipple to tease the other with his tongue. “I wanna hear you, baby, so just be quieter, hm?”

You’re nodding your head stupidly, wanting more of whatever he’ll give you, eager to please him and show that you’ll be a good girl for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and before you can process the shifting of his body, he’s between your legs, spreading them wide after easily pulling off your thin shorts. There’s just one thing between him and where you want him to be, a simple pair of cotton panties, and your own fingers go to take them off when his hand grabs your wrist, making you freeze.

“Now, did I tell you that you could do that? You don’t wanna be a bad girl, right?”

“N-no! No, Mr. Kirstein, I’m sorry-” but it’s too late. He’s grabbed your other wrist too, pinning them above your head and shrugging off the loosened tie from around his neck. He undoes it quickly, using the soft material to bind your wrists together and loop one piece around the headboard, securing your arms above your head.

“Now be a good girl and let me have my little treat.”

He moves back down, your face burning with heat as you realize how exposed you are, naked and tied up as Jean looks between your legs like a man starved.

You have no way of keeping yourself quiet now, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek when he finally applies pressure to your clothed clit with his fingers. He’s going so slow but giving you nothing, just barely grazing your sensitive spot when you wish he’d just fuck you stupid already.

But you know better than to misbehave, the sting on your ass from earlier reminding you to stay quiet and take what he gives you.

Your hips are bucking up desperately with every one of Jean’s feeble touches, and you know your panties must be soaking through by now, but Jean seems more interested in teasing you like this.

In fact, he just wants to take his time. Why should he rush, when he’s finally got you exactly how he wants you, the way he’s wanted you all summer? His wife gone, kids asleep, staff preoccupied—-he’s been waiting for this chance.

“Baby, are you really that worked up from just a little teasing? How long has it been since someone’s fucked you how you deserve, huh?” he says, laughing as he notices you twitch as he licks along the lenght of your clothed slit.

“So- so long, Mr. Kirstein! Please, please, I want you so badly-” you’re trying your hardest to stay quiet, but it’s still much louder than you can risk being. You just can’t help it, his teasing and the hot weather and the sugary sweetness of the popsicle and the taste of Jean’s lips still lingering in your mouth. It’s all entirely too much, making you feel dizzy again when you feel his hands finally yanking off your panties.

He has them in his hand when he comes back to hover over you, lips meeting hotly again as his tongue swirls in your mouth for what seems like forever, before he pulls away.

“Baby, I need you to be quiet,” Mr. Kirstein says. as he shoves your ruined panties into your mouth, making you cry out, the sound muffled. “We don’t want the kids to wake up, do we?”

You shake your head in compliance as Jean makes his way back down to between your legs. Finally free of the last barrier, you let out obscene, quieted moans at how his mouth feels, licking hot strips up and down your wetness, before finally your clit and flicking his tongue.

The sensation has your entire body tense, wrists struggling against your ties as he overstimulates your helpless nub, slipping in two of his slender fingers and feeling the way you clamp down against them.

He’s saying something else to you, talking against your core, but you can’t pay attention, not when you’re so close, and your thighs instinctively tighten around Jean’s head, forcing him to stop talking and continue.

You’re almost there, the coil in your stomach just about ready to unwind, when you feel Jean’s other hand come up to play with your aching nipples, and that’s when it snaps. You let out a scream against your panties, sound getting drowned out as Jean works you through your orgasm, not letting up. His fingers are thrusting in and out, tongue on your clit, as your entire body spasms uncontrollably.

Even after your shaking has stopped, when you’re trying to catch your breath and keep your eyes open, he doesn’t stop, letting out a laugh at your small twitches.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t cum properly in a while, huh? Look what a mess you made.”

And you want to care about how you’ve just come in rivulets over sheets that his wife picked, sheets that she sleeps on besides him, sheets that you’ve just ruined, but you just don’t. All you can think about is how if Jean isn’t inside you in the next few minutes, you’re going to lose your mind.

You whimper against the cotton in your mouth, unable to say anything except look at Jean with those big, doe eyes you know he can’t resist, all watery and teary as a result of your intense orgasm. It’s when a fat tear rolls down your cheek, eyes blinking up at him, that he finally decides he’s had enough teasing.

“You want my cock so badly, don’t you, baby?” he asks, your head moving up and down quickly as you moan again. Jean unzips his pants, not even taking off any of his clothes as he takes his hard, throbbing dick out and runs it along your sensitive slit a few times, collecting your wetness.

It’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had any experience with and so pink and veiny that it makes your mouth water. Your body shakes at the contact, cunt clenching hard on nothing at all, as he continues his motion.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Teasing me all these months, wanting me to fuck the babysitter like some kind of cliche? Huh?” and all you can do is nod, gasps getting caught in your throat as you feel his cockhead prod against your tight hole.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll fuck you how you want, I’ll make you mine,” and with that he pushes his dick into your soaking cunt, making you scream out and causing him to let out a beautiful groan.

“Oh, fuck-” Mr. Kirstein says, bottoming out and holding still for a minute, letting you get used to the stretch before continuing. “God, you feel that? How you’re sucking me in, god-!”

His thrusts are shallow at first, making you move your own body to get more, when he suddenly stops.

“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? My baby’s so greedy, it’s okay though, I’ll give you what you want-”

And suddenly his hips are slamming against yours, each thrust bringing his hip bone to yours crushingly fast, the whole room filled with the obscene noise of pants and squelching.

You’re not even sure what to think anymore, because every thought in your head is gone and all you can focus on is how good it feels, despite how wrong it is. Your limbs already feel limp and boneless from your first orgasm, but Jean isn’t giving any signs of letting up. Each thrust is more powerful than the last, making you see stars as he hits that sensitive spot inside you over and over again.

You know you won’t be able to hold out much longer, cunt clenching against his thick cock as his fingers find your oversensitive clit and nimbly rub circles on it.

It’s getting to be too much, you think you might black out from the intense pleasure you’re feeling, when finally, you feel the cotton being yanked from your mouth and fresh air in your lungs.

“Tell me how much of a little slut you are, baby, I wanna- oh- I wanna hear it-” Jean grunts between rough thrusts.

“I-I’m your slut! I’m yours, I’m yours-!” you cry out over and over again, getting closer and closer to your orgasm as Jean’s fingers don’t let up.

“Yeah, my little slut? You want my cum? You want me to fill you up and make you my wife, hm? Is that what you want?” The very thought of that—of you being his and only his, living with him and taking his cum—is enough to tip him over the edge, but he wants to feel you cum on his cock first.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Mr. Kirstein, I want it, I want your cum, I wanna be your new wife-Oh!” You cum hard, just as the last sentence leaves your mouth, as Jean’s fingers increased their pace and his thrusts became all too much to handle.

Without the panties muffling your nosies anymore, you squeal loudly, moaning Mr. Kirstein and crying out, as Jean’s hips increase their pace and fuck into your harder than before. Every thrust has a squeal leaving your lips, and the way your cunt flutters around his cock while cumming has him just on the edge, almost there, when you speak again.

“Please give it to me, Mr. Kirstein, I wanna be yours,” you moan against the pillow, completely fucked out. Jean cums hard at his tipping point, groaning in your ear and emptying himself into you, hot cum filling your cunt. You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath before you find his lips again, desperate to latch on and never let go, if you can help it.

You feel Jean pull out of you and you let out a whine, feeling the mixture of both your cum leaking out of you, staining the sheets.

You’re a mess, entire body shaky, limbs so tired you’re not sure you’ll be able to stand up on your own, lips puffy and swollen. Your cunt is even worse, sore and aching, covered in wetness.

Jean’s not much better, his once clean and crisp dress shirt wrinkled and ruined, pants stained with fluids.

“Oh,” he says, finally reaching to undo his tie and let your wrists free, “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” you breath, hesitant to meet Mr. Kirstein’s eyes. All the words you both said fly through your head, unsure of what was real and what was just said in the heat of the moment.

You want to ask, but you’re so exhausted and limp-bodied, throat sore and head feeling so light you don’t think you can string together the sentence.

Jean’s hands are warm on your skin, rubbing your back soothingly as you let your eyes flutter shut. Maybe if you sleep for a few moments, you’ll feel better, and you’ll be able to tell him how you feel.

“Listen, baby-” Jean says, and you open your eyes to meet his warm, brown ones. You know it’s so terribly wrong to want this, to want a whole life with a married man, but you do, and you don’t think you can help it.

You think he wants it too, with the soft way he’s looking at you now, the way he’s been glancing when he thinks you’re not paying attention, when you’re with the girls or tidying up.

You think he’s about to say it too, when he’s cut off by the sound of the front door closing loudly.

“Honey? Kids? I’m home,” comes the voice of his wife downstairs, footsteps getting louder as they approach the staircase and make their way to the bedroom.

#sad it gotten taken down but i want to repost it bc i love this concept still #dilf jean supremacy once again <3 #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschstein smut #aot smut #aot #attack on titan #jean kirstein imagine #jean kirschstein imagine #yassify

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aphrodict · 2 years

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“only yours”

cw - long distance but u get reunited at the end, use of scara’s real name most of the time, s/o described as the ‘sunshine’ kind of person

genre - mostly fluff, kinda angst n hunt/comfort (lowkey idk)

pairing - scara x gn!reader

a/n - *squints* what. Another scara post? really?? might as well be a scaraboob page

you were really all he could really think about. aside from the occasional ‘i miss you’ and ‘i cant wait to get home’, the man hasn't felt this lonely his entire life. yes, hes aware he took the position as a harbinger willingly—what he hadn't felt was to fall inlove with you, and now you’re both seperated from each other for such a long time.

how he wished for you to stay by his side forever, to see your face all happy or sad when you entire his office, just to tell him another story that happened in your day. the little things you do for him, the amount of times you’ve spoiled him.

archons, what in the world is he going to do without you?

late nights are now being spent with paperwork instead of having pillow talks with you, kuni hasn't been able to take care of himself properly these past few months either. he thinks that just hearing you laugh would probably make him happy for the entire year.

as much as he doesnt want to admit it, maybe he’s took you for granted one too many times

kuni sighed before pushing his chair back and reaching to the drawer right under the desk. all your letters to him are stored safely hereand only now did he realize how your writing slightly go up, and how you ended your letters with:

“see you when i see you. no matter how long it is, ill still love you.”

each and every small detail, they never go unnoticed by him. he finds something new to love about you each day, and honestly? no one is complaining. it gives all the more reason for him to stay, for him to come home knowing that you’re there waiting. you’re the only person who could make him smile so differently, you make him be able to feel emotions—you give him worth, that he isnt some puppet who’s cold and heartless.

kunikuzushi couldn’t ask for more, you’re his everything.

as much as he misses you, distance is often the reason to fall inlove harder.

that night, he wrote a letter to you. saying that he will return home soon, possibly tomorrow or the day after. the day they started packing up since the ship from inazuma arrived, he hadn’t felt so impatient to come home. he needed to be close to you, he needed to say all the things he wanted to say ever since he was apart from you.

the door to your home was closed, the sun was about to rise. he doubted if you were awake, knowing you wake much later than now. he looked back, just about to leave when he noticed the mailbox empty. kuni smiled and went back to face the door. his heart beating fast as he turned the doorknob. the room was dark, the windows were closed with the curtains. as he expected, you werent awake. he sighed before removing his hat, making way to the couch when he felt you wrapping your arms around him.

“kuni, welcome home my love!”

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letarasstuff · 2 years

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"Your voice is so annoying, Spector"

(A/N): After noticing the lack of platonic fics for Moon Knight and the characters, I decided to write one of my own. I hope it's alright, I tried to stay close to what I have read and researched about DID, if there is just the bit of misrepresentation, I apologize and am ready to change any bit right away

It's a female reader!

Summary: Reader, who is a relative to Marc, is confusingly snappy towards everyone. How long takes it for them to realize, that the teenager is actually on her period? (Spoiler: Neither Marc nor Steven are able to figure it out, my two lovely dumbasses)

Warnings: Mentions of periods, cramps, reader's father has a name and is a petty criminal, but this are the only things I specified, tooth rotting fluff balancing some slight slight slight angst out, Steven and Marc being adorably dumb, cutest Layla stuff of all time

Wordcount: 2.4k

✨Masterlist✨

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Marc, Steven and the third party they still need to get acquainted with, feel like they get their days under control ever since they started working together. Switches happen more voluntarily, the communication in the system is somewhat organized and they slowly work through the trauma they endured. Layla stays at their side through all of it, never losing the love for her husband. Maybe even finding new love with the others, but this is something that needs to be addressed at a later point. Why?

At the moment their lives are more chaotic than originally anticipated. Marc’s cousin, a man he only trusts as far as he is able to throw him without the suit on, contacted him a few weeks ago, asking for a big favor.

See, Marc doesn’t trust him without a reason. It’s just an open secret in the family that he is a textbook petty criminal, everybody just chooses to ignore it when they cross paths with him at family gatherings.

“Marc, my friend, I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t necessary. But I can’t do it on my own at the moment. I swear, this arrangement isn’t a long term thing, one month tops. I just need time to sort some things out and everything goes back to normal and we can pretend that this never happened.” Exasperated, he sighs and throws a glance to Layla, who shrugs with her shoulders. It’s something between Marc and Joe.

He looks back at his cousin, who makes a pleading face. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he comes up with a decision. They are family after all. “Yeah, alright. Just let us clear some space in our apartment and you can come by tomorrow with her. But this better be a short term solution, Joe.”

This conversation happened three months ago. Ever since, his cousin's daughter, (Y/N), lives with him, Layla and Steven together. Marc has the sneaking suspicion that this situation will stay even longer like that.

See, it’s not that (Y/N) is a bad kid, it’s quite the contrary, really. For a 14 year old teenager she is the most behaved and best mannered person he came across with. It’s just with him being Konshu’s and Layla being Tawaret’s avatar, they practically drew a red cross on her back and made her a target for any of their enemies.

“Mate, we can’t let her go home.” The timid man tells him as he fed Gus. Through the reflection of the aquarium, he looks at Marc with supplient eyes. “You know as well as I, that Joe is a bloke. Sending her back at some point will be the wrong thing. Joe is crooked and dumb, a dumb criminal, who probably gives his real address to other criminals. (Y/N) would be in more danger with him than here with us.”

One night he talked to Steven about it.

While watching the flakes of fish food sink to the bottom of the aquarium, Marc mulls over the arguments Steven presented. “Do you think Joe had more reasons to trust her with us than simply being a new single father after the break up with her mother?” At that, Steven bites his lips. Of course he had thought about that. The possibility of more being behind this whole ordeal than an overwhelmed father already crossed his mind several times.

“I do. That’s why she needs to stay.” His voice is firm, validating Marc in their decision.

Just a few days after their conversation, Steven asks Layla to talk about that topic.

“Luv,” She smiles at his accent and lovely tone. “Yes, my dear?” Steven looks a bit disturbed at her attempt of an English accent, but continues his quest nevertheless.

“Marc and I talked about something a while ago and we wanted to know your opinion on that matter,” he nervously wrings his hands while getting out the words. Layla spins her desk chair towards him, indicating that her attention is on him. For self assurance Steven nods to himself before forming his next sentence. “We thought about asking (Y/N) to move in with us permanently. She would be safer here and especially teenagers need a constant in their life, you know while going through puberty, where everything changes, and it’s clear that the uncertainty of not knowing when Joe asks her to move back in with him is gnawing on her. We can give her the home she needs, but we don’t want to do anything without you on board and- bullocks. I’m rambling again, innit?”

With a smile, Layla nods. “You did, but I get your point. Actually, I thought about this for some time now too and came to the same decision as you. We can make this work right? Being the guardians to a teenager?” He gives her a hopeful nod, plunging into an explanation on why and how they’ll manage it.

The only thing they need to do is ask (Y/N), a task they decide Marc has the pleasure to do. After all, he is the one related to her. He already has a whole speech prepared, ready to fire it off the next day when he sees her in the kitchen. She stands patiently next to the kettle, waiting for it to get done with its job.

“Hey, (Y/N), there is something I want to talk about with you. Do you have a minute or two?” Marc asks after awkwardly clearing his throat. Without looking up from her intense stare on the kettle, she answers him with a tense “Make it quick”.

Her reaction takes him aback, not expecting this kind of a tone. Moved by it, Steven takes front and starts talking with a soft voice. “You alright, love? Is there something wrong?” The glance she throws into his direction could kill. “No, but thank you for crashing the conversation I had with Marc.” Scared by her cold demeanor, Steven leaves the front and Marc jumps back in.

“I’m sorry for that, I just want to ask you something. Maybe we want to sit down for it?” Annoyed, (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though she takes a seat at the dinner table. “So, as you know, you live with us for quite some time now, not that this is a bad thing. It’s not bad at all. On the contrary, Layla, Steven and I are happy to have you here. In fact, we feel like you live here for-”

Once again, the teenager sighs, effectively cutting Marc off. “I told you to make it quick. God, your voice can be so annoying. What’s even your deal, Spector?” She gets up from her seat and pours the water from the kettle into a hot water bottle. In his surprise by her sudden outburst, Marc completely oversees the fact that she doubles over slightly.

At his silence, (Y/N) continues her word attack. “What happened to the great Marc Spector? Cat got your tongue?” She sees another switch happen, assuming it’s going to be Steven, she leaves the kitchen. The smash of a closing door is heard, indicating that she is back in her room.

The man shudders, the switch being not super fluid or peasant feeling, and looks around with frantic eyes, as if he is trying to locate something. “Where is the- danger? Just the little girl..” He mumbles under his breath. “I’m here because you are scared of the girl?!” Annoyed, he gives the front back to Marc, letting himself melt back into the inner world.

As confused as he is about the last few seconds he is apparently missing, his priority is more with his teenager than the other situation. Knocking at the door, he is asking for entrance.

No way mate, she is bloody mad at us. We can be happy if she isn’t beheading us, Steven tries to consult him. He is the more empathic one, knowing when a situation needs to be left alone in order to be solved. But Marc isn’t having any of this. He wants to get to the root of this, and that rather yesterday.

“Go away!” His request is answered with another shout. “Come on, Bean. Let us talk.” Marc’s patient is wearing thin. He just wants to ask her to stay with them permanently, what is so difficult about that?

“NO! You are not my dad!” “I might as well be, so please let me in and talk about all of this!” A hand on his shoulder startles him. Layla has come back from grocery shopping, finding her husband in an argument, where he is definitely losing.

She meets his desperate look with a light headshake. “Don’t” she tells him softly, knowing exactly that he is about to say more. Digging himself a deeper grave than necessary. Yeah, this pretty much sums Marc Spector up.

“Give her some space. Then let me talk to her. You know, when a woman thinks men are stupid, a man can’t fix that problem. Take a walk and let me solve it”, she gives him a small smile, tucking some of his looks out of his face. Marc leans into her touch, before letting Steven take front. “Thank you, darling. I tried to get him to leave her alone for some time now. He is a stubborn one, isn’t he?”

For a few seconds Steven lingers, savoring her touch. Then he announces to get started on his “mean beans and chips”. Between the two, Steven is usually the one who cooks. When Layla isn’t available and Marc fronting, it’s more the frozen pizza or “sammiches” in good old Chicago style kind of diet for him and (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” Layla softly calls for her after knocking, “May I come in?” A sniffle followed by a small “You may” is heard.

Upon opening the door, she finds their entrusted teenager curled in a ball crying on her bed. Layla is immediately by her side, putting her head in her lap and runs her hand over her hair in a soothing manner. “Oh Honey, what happened? Do I need to hurt Marc? Did he make you cry? I’m ready to skin him for you.” But all the more or less light hearted threats are not able to lessen her cries.

“D-do you think Gus feels lonely when I’m at s-school and you two are out. I mean, I wou-would be.” Sobs break through (Y/N)’s sentences. “Oh Honey, I don’t think he is lonely. But we can get him a friend. I’m sure Steven will be over the moon. You can name his friend, if you’d like.” Layla pulls her into a hug, rocking both of them forth and back until the sobs are dying down.

The teenager wipes her tears away, attempting to give Layla a smile. “Can we call the other fish Augusta? Gusta for short maybe?” “Of course, we set this on tomorrow’s to-do-list, maybe we even find some new cool decorations and plants for the aquarium.” (Y/N) nods, feeling a bit better already.

“I didn’t want to scream at Marc and Steven. I just- It’s- I got really bad cramps and I only wanted to get back under my blanket and die,” she tries to explain her actions. Layla pulls her close again. “Oh Honey, they’ll understand, I gave them both the period talk already. There is nothing to be ashamed or scared of. It’s natural, as dumb and unnerving this may sound.” She tells her softly. The kind spoken words move (Y/N) to the kitchen, giving her a boost of confidence to face the men she wronged.

“Steven?” He looks up from the pot of beans and spots a shy (Y/N), who nervously plays with the sleeves of her shirt, standing at the door frame. “Yes my luv?” She takes a deep breath, setting her eyes on the pot on the stove. “I apologize for how I talked to you earlier. I didn’t want to be mean, even though I know I was. It’s not a good reason, but I just got my period and the cramps were bad earlier and it all was just so frustrating that, that-” “That you needed to take it all out and I was the closest punching bag, wasn’t I?” He asks her with an understanding smile. At that, she releases a breath she held, scared of his reaction.

“Yes, I guess. I’m sorry for that, I need to work on regulating my emotions.” Unexpectedly Steven engulfs her in a hug, pulling her impossibly close to himself. “No need to work on these emotions, luv. You have every right to be pissed, and if it’s me, who is the closest, I’m gladly your scapegoat,” He reassures her. (Y/N) grips the back of his shirt tight, relishing the embrace.

“Did Marc hear that?” As an answer she feels how the grip on her changes, nearly clasping at her. “I did, Bean.” She nods into his shirt, taking another deep breath. “I’m sorry, your voice isn’t annoying. It isn’t at all annoying, it can be really calming. But I just was so mad at everyone and the world. This whole situation- it’s just wearing me down. The unknown- I really hate that.”

Marc understands right away what situation (Y/N) is implying. “Oh right, this is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Steven, Layla and I wanted to ask you to move in with us permanently. Of course, the decision is all yours, but we would be really happy if you say-” “Yes! Yes, I wanna stay with you.”

A whole lot of crying and hugging ensues and somehow (Y/N) finds herself in the middle of a group hug between Layla and Marc.

Which eventually has to be broken up, because Steven’s cooking alarms the smoke detector, ending in a chaotic mess of trying to get the smoke out of the kitchen, switching off the alarm and somewhat saving the pot.

Not long after this the three of them sit on the couch, a pizza carton in each of their laps, watching some stupid and inaccurate documentary about the Egyptian Gods. And the world is ok for a little bit.

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