#I’m sorry trouble you’re my dynamite guy I swear

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

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Your dreams were always vivid and intense. 

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream. 

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly. 

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part. 

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing. 

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise. 

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle. 

Kind of like the sound right now. 

Wait. 

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold. 

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple. 

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick. 

On the bed. 

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably. 

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.) 

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly. 

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up. 

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock. 

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him. 

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?" 

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life). 

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly. 

Still leaking everywhere, by the way. 

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you. 

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook). 

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up." 

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

-

in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Tripping Over Myself

Pairing: Logan x OC (Charlotte Wheeler)

Summary: Charlotte’s not the best at communicating and it gets her in a bit of trouble. (takes place shortly after Drawn to a Flame)

Warnings: Language. Lots and lots of language. Seriously...so many f-words. lol Also, mentions of her previous car accident (it’s not super detailed, but it is brought up a few times) and her resulting injuries.

Word Count: 5525. I swear ... I was certain this was going to be nothing more than maybe 2k words. And then this happened and the thing that I wanted to happen in this fic didn’t even happen so that’s fun lol

Logan belongs to Pixelberry, but the other two lovelies are all mine.

A/N #1: This was written for @rodappreciationweek​ MC day. And sticking with the theme from the first two pieces in this series, I have pulled the title from the lyrics of Shawn Mendes’s Stitches.

Also... a huge huge thank you to @burnsoslow for reading a piece of this that had me chasing my tail for what seemed like forever and fixing it for me. You are the best!!

“Hey hey hey! The hell you think you’re doin?”

Freezing mid step to turn back around to where Paul was glaring at her from his now-seated position where he'd rolled out from under her car on his creeper, Charlotte scrunched her nose up in confusion. “You were bitchin’ that you didn’t have your 3/8 down there. Figured I’d grab it so you’d stop muttering to yourself.”

“I had one rule for letting you stay after you showed up here today. And I made it explicitly clear.”

“But – “

“No. No buts.”

“C’mon Paul! You can’t seriously expect me to sit on that damn stool the entire time we’re here. I am fully capable of walking to the toolbox and grabbing a goddamn socket!”

“Lottie, sweetheart. You are still healing. You need to take it easy.” Instead of the calming effect she was sure he was shooting for, the soft gentleness of Paul’s voice just reminded her of an adult trying to calm a child who was in the middle of throwing a massive tantrum. And that ratcheted her mild frustration up until she was actually throwing a damn fit.

“For fuck’s sake! I know I’m fucking hurt. But I’m not a complete invalid. I don’t think me taking three fucking steps across this damn storage unit and picking up a tool that weighs a few ounces is going to do me in when a fucking slab of concrete didn’t!” Her hands flew up to steeple across her nose and mouth. “Shit. Paul – “

Gaze firmly locked on his white-knuckled grip on his wrench, Paul cut her off with a slight shake of his head. “Nah. It’s … it’s fine, sweetheart.”

In two shaky steps, Charlotte was across the unit and gingerly kneeling in front of him. Slowly, as if she were approaching a spooked cat, she eased the wrench out of his hold so she could wrap his hand in her own. “No. It’s not ‘fine.’ I … I shouldn’t have said that. I promised I’d stop acting so nonchalant about the accident.” Before he could interject, she nudged his knee with her own. “Shush, lover. I really am so incredibly sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You’re only trying to look out for me. And I appreciate that more than I could ever say.”

Finally lifting his head from staring at the floor between them, Paul’s teary eyes met hers, twisting her heart even harder. In barely a whisper, he asked, “The hell did you have to go there for?”

Letting out a harsh sigh, Charlotte stood up and whirled around. It was a motion she instantly regretted when every thing went a little off kilter and her vision started to swim. Ugh! Not this shit again. She fought against the urge to lean against the work bench to her right, not wanting Paul to decide that she needed to be taken home: that was the last place she wanted to be at that particular moment.

“Lottie?”

Finally giving up any thoughts she'd had of blowing off his question with the pretense of being fine, she practically exploded, “Ugh. I’m just … I’m so fucking tired of all the hovering!” Her fist closed around one of the lug-nut caps that were lined up on the bench, waiting patiently for the new wheels and tires that had yet to be ordered to be installed. The urge to hurl it at the closed roll-up door was only eclipsed by the desire to not mar its mirror-like finish: finding replacements that matched the original set from L.A. was hard enough the first time and she certainly didn’t want to have to do it again because she'd briefly lost her damn mind. So she forced herself to replace it into its previous spot and let out another, albeit quieter, sigh. “Look … I love Logan, ok? Like all that head over heels, all my heart bullshit? I feel all of it for him. With him. But fuck it all. He has barely given me six inches to breathe since he showed up in my damn living room. I know it's only been a few weeks, but it has felt like years and not in a good way. I mean, I had to sneak out of my own fucking home just to come down here today!”

“Sweetheart – “

“I know. And I get it. I scared the shit out of him. Hell, I scared the shit outta both of you guys. But … “ Finally turning back around – slowly and carefully this time -- to face Paul again, she let her shoulders sag. “I can’t live with someone micromanaging every second of my day. Every move I make. I … I cannot go back to that kinda life.”

Stepping up to stand in front of her, Paul gently rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms. “Have you talked to him? Told him all this?”

She laughed bitterly. “I have tried. So many times over the past few weeks. But every time I try to bring this or anything remotely related to the accident up, he just completely shuts down on me.” Voice breaking with the tears she was fighting to hold back, she muttered, “I can’t lose him again. But I can’t keep doing this either.”

“C’mere.” Careful of her still-casted arm and still-tender ribs, he wrapped his arms around her. Instinctively she tucked her face against his neck, letting his presence soothe her. After several silent moments, he pressed a kiss to her temple and asked, “You want me to talk to him ‘bout it?”

“As much as I would love for you to do that … you can’t. I have to be the one to get through to him if this is really going to work between us.”

Tightening his hug ever-so-slightly, Paul kissed her temple again. “I’m so proud of you, Lottie.”

“For what?”

“The girl I met a lil over a year ago would never.”

Pushing back from him enough to see his face, she narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to decipher his meaning. When she came up empty, she questioned him, point blank, “The hell nonsense are you talkin’ about?”

“When you first started pestering me at the sideshows, trying to bully me into giving you a spot in one of the races. You had everything so locked down, I’m not sure a stick of dynamite would have gotten you to open up. Even after I succumbed to my still-ongoing case of Stockholm Syndrome oof – “ using her cast to knock him in the stomach may not have been her smartest idea, but it was still an effective form of retaliation – “and we started hanging out more, you kept most of your feelings tucked away in that vault. I mean, sure, you eventually let me in, little by little … but, my point is, I’m proud of you for admitting how you are feeling.”

Despite the way her eyes rolled exaggeratedly, she couldn’t keep her lips from twitching with the smile threatening to break out across her face. “Would you shut up already?”

“Only after we circle back to that bit about you sneaking out to come down here. Thought you said Logan drove you?”

“Um … how ‘bout we go back to you singing my praises?” All she got in response was a stare down from Paul, so she relented with a sigh. “Fine. I noticed Logan had dozed off, so I slipped out and called a cab to bring me down.” When his eyes went wide, she held up her free hand and quickly added, “I left him a note. I’m not the one that just vanishes without a trace.” The venom in her words caught even her by surprise.

“Maybe without a trace. But never without a conversation.”

“Ugh.” Charlotte’s head fell forward so that her forehead was resting against his chest, grumbling, “Thought you were ‘posed to be my friend and stick up for me?” He shot her a knowing look, but she continued on before he could launch into the spiel she'd already heard dozens of times before. “Fine. Ok. You win. Save the damn lecture and put the time to better use. Say … running me home?”

Laughing, Paul retorted, “Bout freakin’ time, sweetheart.”

A short time later, Paul was pulling up to the curb in front of her apartment building. Mind already running through the things that she needed to say to Logan as she reached for the door handle, she jumped when Paul’s hand came to rest lightly on her shoulder. “Don’t I even get a ‘goodbye’ or ‘thank you’ first?”

“Shit! I’m sorry! Thank you so much. For letting me hang. For forcing me to talk this shit out. For bringing my ass home.”

Chuckling indulgently, he told her, “You’re welcome. For everything.” She once again started to climb from the car, but stopped when he continued, “But, I need you to promise me that you won’t sneak out like this again.”

Chuckling indulgently, she shrugged her shoulders and opened her door before tossing back, “I would, but I don’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep.”

The glare she got in response was stern, but the effect was all but negated by the warmth in his voice as he threatened, “Fine. Lemme put it to ya this way, sweetheart. If you do it again, I’m dumping your ass. For real.”

She waited until she’d stepped out and up onto the sidewalk before she turned around to say, “It’s so adorable when you act like you could live without me, lover,” before turning to walk through the front door, blowing him a kiss from over her shoulder.

As she crossed the lobby towards the elevator bank, her eyes caught on the Out of Service sign and she let out a groan. Despite her annoyance, Charlotte didn’t blink an eye before heading for the staircase, figuring it was only a minor inconvenience. Especially since, at her last appointment, the first thing she’d asked once her doctor had mentioned that she was good to start easing back into very light physical activity was if she was okay to take the stairs to her apartment, because the ancient elevators were constantly having issues and she knew that having the freedom to move around more meant nothing if she couldn’t get in and out of her damn apartment. While he wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect, he assured her that she’d be fine so long as she took it slowly and carefully. Still, she knew even with the green light from her doctor, it was going to feel like a trek after having spent so long doing little more than traversing the path between her bed and her couch.

True to her expectations, by the time she’d gotten to the second floor, she was definitely more winded than she’d usually be and her entire body was beginning to take on that achy feel of being suddenly being forced to work. But neither of those things is what had her slumping against the wall with a white-knuckled grip on the handrail. No, that was brought on by the way the world had seemingly begun to spin around her, setting her completely off balance.

What could have been five minutes or five hours later, she chanced peeking an eye open, but the vibrant mosaic tile pattern of the stairs was still swirling and swimming about in front of her, causing her to slam it back closed and drop her head back – gently – against the wall. Frustrated that the only change in how she felt was the deep churning and roiling in her gut, she finally acknowledged that she wasn’t going to be making it up the rest of the way on her own and pulled her phone from her pocket to call Logan.

Without opening her eyes, she placed her finger over the fingerprint reader, waiting for the digital clicking sound that signaled it had been unlocked, but it never came. Steeling herself for the unsettling sensations that were about to wash over her, she once again peeled an eye open and pressed the power button to wake up the screen. A loud groan escaped her when the screen remained dark, reminding her that she had forgotten to charge it the night before.

Faced with the unsettling choice of either continuing on in spite of the vertigo – which seemed risky, even by her standards – or staying in her spot for who knows how long until the episode passed, Charlotte couldn’t hold back the sobs building in the back of her throat or the tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she slid down the wall to sit on the step. All she wanted, with a desperation she hadn’t felt since those first few weeks after he'd walked away the last time in L.A., was for Logan to wrap her in his arms. To whisper all of his sweet reassurances in her ear. To be the calm and steady force that centered her through the storm.

Almost as if her longing thoughts had conjured him, he was suddenly there, hands running gently over her arms and then brushing away her tears as he rattled off question after question, not leaving her space to actually answer one before moving on to the next. It was just as well, however, considering her addled mind couldn’t seem to make any sort of sense out of the words, choosing instead to latch onto the strained breathlessness with which they were uttered.

Wanting, or rather needing, to reassure him that, while she felt awful, she was wasn’t in mortal danger, she blindly reached out until her fingers brushed against the familiar, well-worn softness of his favorite denim shirt. As she ran her fingers across what she recognized as his chest, his free hand came up to tangle gently in her hair and she sank into the touch. A beat later, his forehead was resting against hers and she couldn’t have missed the shudder that ran through his body or the shaky exhale that passed his lips if she’d tried.

Charlotte’s fingers curled around the button-lined edge of shirt and she whispered, “It’s okay baby. I’m okay,” so softly she was surprised when she felt his answering scoff fan across her face, confirming that he had actually heard her.

Instead of a snarky retort or censuring lecture she was expecting to hear, the next words out of Logan’s mouth were simply, “You good if I pick you up?”

Her eyes shot open at the almost frigid indifference in his voice and the sight in front of her knocked the wind out of her like a punch to the gut. His brows were deeply furrowed and his lips were pursed together so tightly that they were barely visible. It was one thing to know that he was worried and upset – she’d felt it in his every tentative touch -- but it was something else entirely to see it.

Wanting nothing more than to ease some of his tension, she trailed her fingers up from his chest along the side of his neck and face, across his forehead until she could smooth them along the deep-set lines running between his eyebrows. It was a left-over habit from when she’d briefly moved into his loft in L.A., one that had never failed to relax him. This time, unfortunately, it didn’t have the same effect and her heart sunk just a little bit deeper into her stomach. Feeling defeated, she let her hand, along with her gaze, drop back down to her lap as she answered his question, “Yeah. I think the dizziness is mostly gone now. So long as we take it slow, I should be fine.”

Without hesitation, Logan pulled back enough to push himself up out of his crouch and it took everything she had not to whine at the loss. Within seconds, he was leaning back down to wrap one arm around her back while the other slid underneath her knees. Instinctively, Charlotte wrapped her free arm around his neck and as soon as she did, he was standing back up and tucking her against his chest, making sure to be mindful of both the strap of the sling across her back and the bulkiness of her cast. He spared her one glance with a raised eyebrow, but immediately averted his eyes when she assured him, “I’m good.”

Despite the way that he was cradling her so carefully in his arms as he carried her up the next two flights of stairs, with what seemed like no effort at all, it felt to her as if there was an entire canyon between them. Not once did he look down at her. Not once did he even twitch as if he was thinking of dropping a kiss to the top of her head. Not once did he open his mouth as if to say something to her. Even when she had to drop her head against his shoulder as a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her, the heavy silence remained.

As soon as they were back inside the apartment, Logan settled her gently onto the couch then turned to grab his pillow and a blanket from the pile of bedding he made each morning when he folded the pull-out away. Wordlessly, he tucked the blanket tightly around her – just the way she needs to be able to sleep alone. As he was reaching up to place the pillow beneath her head, she caught his wrist in her hand, whispering his name beneath her breath. Rather than make eye contact with her, he simply shook his head once and slipped away from her grip.

Stung by his rejection, Charlotte didn’t try to stop him again as he left the room. Instead, she curled up into as tight of a ball as she could on her good side, letting the scent of him on the pillow and blanket take over her senses until she was slowly drifting off into a blessedly dreamless sleep.

By the time that she woke up, the living room was cast in complete darkness, save for the bright green LED light letting her know her phone was finished charging. Lotta good that does me now. She blinked a few times in an effort to get her eyes to adjust to the lack of lighting, but still could barely make out the outlines of the rest of the furniture surrounding her. Even still, she knew Logan wasn’t in the room with her: she could always feel his presence when they were in the same space and that feeling was noticeably absent as she slowly pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the couch.

After giving herself a couple of minutes to make sure she wasn’t going to be dizzy again, she got up and headed towards the kitchen, figuring that would be his most likely location. Sure enough, she found him there, perched on one of the oversized chairs that in no way matched the tiny, shitty-ass excuse for a dining table that he currently had his forearms resting on. He was staring at the wall in front of him so intently that he didn’t even seem to hear her enter the room. Or, at least, that's what she was choosing to believe.

With just a couple more steps, she was able to close the distance between them, allowing her the ability to wrap arms around him from behind. She never made it that far, however, because as soon as her palms made contact with his shoulders, he startled and tensed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth to apologize for scaring him, but he cut her off before she had the chance, seething quietly, “Don’t you dare pull that fucking shit again.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t just sneak out without a word and then not answer your damned phone for five hours and expect me to be okay with it!”

“Okay, one? I left you a note telling you where I went. Two? As you clearly have already figured out, my fucking phone was dead. I didn’t even realize it until I was on my way back up here!”

Standing up from the chair so fast that he nearly knocked it – and her – over, Logan whipped around to face her, eyes wild with fury. “So one irresponsibility is just supposed to excuse another?”

Charlotte gave up all pretense of trying to stay calm, throwing her hands up in the air as she shouted, “For fuck’s sake, Logan! You knew where I was! If you were that damned desperate to get ahold of me, why didn’t you just call Paul?”

“I did. He wasn’t answering his goddamn phone either! By the time he finally did pick up, it was over half an hour after he’d dropped you off.” While he’d started off yelling at her in a volume that rivaled her own, Logan had trailed of into little more than a whisper by the time he was done. And that cut her deeper than the loudest insults ever could.

Unsure of how to respond, Charlotte reached up to fiddle with his spark plug necklace. It was something that had become a somewhat-nervous habit for her when he’d given it to her back in L.A. and she’d picked it up again once she’d begun wearing it almost constantly after their reunion. That simple, unthinking motion ended up being the answer to her loss of words, however, when the cool weight of it in her hand, combined with all the emotions running rampant through the room, sparked the memory of how she’d come to possess it in the first place.

“Logan, baby.” She paused, waiting until he looked up from the floor to meet her gaze before continuing gently, “You remember what you told me when you gave this to me?”

He raised an eyebrow at her as if asking her where she was going with this abrupt subject change. When she didn’t give him an answer, he let out a harsh sigh before replying, “Not entirely. I remember it was before the Grapevine job. Something about it keeping you safe like it did for me?”

“Yeah, that was part of it. You also told me how you came to wear it, too. How you'd survived a crash that you probably shouldn’t have.”

Rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air, Logan sniped, “Okay … so? What's the point of this random-ass trip down memory lane?”

“You told me that you’d almost died. In a car accident. Right before we were about to go steal four very expensive sport cars. And we were going to steal them off a car hauler on the freeway, no less.” As if he had suddenly figured out where she was going with this, his eyes widened before narrowing on her. He opened his mouth, but she held up her hand to stop him. “I’m not gonna lie. As much as I was so touched that you were giving me something that meant so much to you? The story behind it fucking terrified me. Because if you – who had been driving so long and had so much skill at it – could wreck like that, what chance did I have at holding up my end of the bargain? Not to mention, just the idea of you getting hurt almost sent me into a tailspin. And I’m not so sure that that wasn’t your plan all along.”

“I – “

Walking over to wrap her arm around his neck, she kissed first his cheek and then his lips briefly and tenderly. When he didn’t tense up or pull away from her, she chanced nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I know, baby. You were just doing whatever you could think of to keep me safe. I understand that. And I understand that the result of me being a complete dumbass during that race scared the shit out of you. But I’m still here. I’m still alive. And today’s episode notwithstanding, I’ve been feeling really good. So this whole, hovering-over-me thing? The it’s-too-dangerous-out-there-thing you’ve been doing? It’s smothering me and I … I just can’t do it. It took me far too long to escape it with Wheeler. Far too long to find the strength to realize that it was okay – more than okay – to be who I wanted to be regardless of whether the people in my life accepted it. So … as much as I hate worrying you, I cannot go back to that old, boring version of myself, the one that never really felt like me, just because it's safer.”

Logan inhaled sharply and hands tightened ever so slightly where they had been resting on her hips since she'd tucked herself into him. A couple long beats passed before he finally muttered, “You know, you seemed to have skipped over the most important part of that story, though.”

Face scrunched up, she asked, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. That wasn’t just me giving you a good luck token. That was me trying to tell you not only to make sure you’re always in control, but also to make sure you learn from life's lessons.”

“I know.”

“Do you, though?”

Taken aback by Logan’s abrasiveness, Charlotte stumbled back a step, only to be met by narrowed eyes boring into her. “I ... I … I do.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it from where I’m standing.”

“Logan – “

“Do you even realize how fucking stupid that stunt you pulled today was? What if that episode had hit when you were out there on the streets somewhere? All alone?”

Even though she knew his point was valid, Charlotte couldn’t bite back her derisive scoff. “First of all, I was literally by myself when it happened, so yeah, I have a decent idea.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Continuing on as if she hadn’t heard his outburst, she added heatedly, “Second, the only time I was by myself today was on the elevator ride down to the lobby, the walk from my cab to Paul’s storage unit and back here in the stairwell. It’s not like I was fucking gallivanting around the whole goddamn city.”

“For fuck’s sake! It’s not – you know what? Just forget it.” Throwing his hands up, Logan turned to storm out of the room.

“Sure. Just ru … run away. It’s – “ Tears that she refused to let fall clogged her throat and she pressed her lips together in an attempt to gather her composure. She realized, however, that the damage had been done, her stuttering robbing her words of their intended venom, so she pressed on with a watery whisper, “It’s what you do best.”

Practically freezing mid-step, he pivoted back around to face her, hands scrubbing at his face. “Damn it, Char. I’m not running away.” Shoulders falling when she rolled her eyes at him, he quickly closed the distance between them to lace their fingers together and insisted, “I’m not.”

“Then why – “

Without warning, Logan crushed his lips to hers in a kiss that left her short of breath when he finally pulled back just far enough to murmur, “’Cause you refuse to acknowledge how fucking reckless you’ve been and it is frustrating the ever livin’ shit outta me. And it just felt like it was better to walk away than say something I’d regret. Something just to hurt you. I don’t want … I can’t hurt you like that.”

Charlotte pulled back a little bit further to meet him square in the eye. “Future reference? Words are no big deal. You walking away? That’s the shit I can’t handle.”

Tangling his free hand in the hair at the base of her head, he gently pulled her face back so he could feather another kiss across her lips before replying, “Noted.” Another barely-there kiss. “Thing I can’t handle?” A slight tug of her bottom lip between his teeth that pulled a sharp gasp from her. “You not takin’ this shit seriously.”

This time, instead of leaning in again, Logan pulled pack just a bit further. She tried chasing after him, but he maintained their separation until she dropped her head back with a groan.

“You even listenin’ to me?”

“Um … yes?”

“Charlotte.”

“Hey!” She tried to glare at him, but instead ended up giggling, “You were the one distracting me!” When he leaned back in for another kiss, Charlotte dipped back as far as she could. “See! You’re doin’ it again!”

“Answer the question and I’ll stop.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?”

Shaking his head at her with a familiar and fond smile tugging the corners of his mouth upward, he chuckled, “Okay … Answer the question or I’ll stop.” As if to emphasize his point, he pulled his hand out of hers and untangled his other from her hair to place them both on her hips to keep her planted to her spot when he took a step backwards.

Making sure to soften her words with a smile, Charlotte grumbled, “Ugh. Fine. If you’re gonna be so cruel about it … “ A light pinch pulled another giggle from her. “Okay. Okay. Yes, I heard you.”

“And?”

“And … I get it.” The incredulous look he gave her almost had her flinching. “Look, I get that I haven’t been the most … appreciative for the way that you’ve been taking care of me. And I get that I can’t go back to ‘normal’ just because I want to.”

“Char – “

“Hold up! I’m not finished!” Stopping to heave a frustrated sigh, she continued, “I’m going to do better from here on out. I’m gonna take it easy until the doctors clear me. I’ll do a better job of listening to my body when it starts telling me to take a break. And I’ll stop fighting you so much about it.”

“Not stop all the way, huh?”

“I think we both know me better than that.”

Pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, he snickered, “Okay, that’s fair. That mean we’re done with this sneaking-out shit, then?”

Raising an eyebrow defiantly, she fired back, “Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you done with all your helicopter shit? Because if you are? Then yes. I’m done sneaking out.”

Logan studied her face with an inscrutable expression on his own for what felt like hours before nodding his head once. “Fine. I’ll chill out so long as you behave.”

Wrapping her arm around his neck with a smile, she told him, “I’m so glad we got that settled. I hate fighting with you.”

“God, me too. Are you as exhausted as I am?”

Charlotte snorted as she dropped her head against his chest. “Oh, my god. You have no idea.”

“Why don’t we call it a night, then?”

The hopefulness in Logan’s voice almost made her snicker, but she managed to smother it by placing a kiss to a spot right above his heart. “That sounds like a great idea, so long as we go together tonight.

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was nodding eagerly and answering, “Done.”

A/N #2: Just in case any one is wondering (since I haven’t written about Paul and Charlotte’s friendship nearly as much as I have wanted to) and also because I just really want to share this tidbit behind Charlotte’s nickname for Paul. When the two of them first started to become friends, the way Paul was always calling her “sweetheart” drove her absolutely crazy for reasons I may actually write about at some point? lol so she decided to retaliate by calling him “lover.” Unfortunately for her, however he didn’t mind, so it obviously didn’t have the desired effect. Eventually, it became a habit of affection and each of their nicknames stuck. Thank you for indulging me in this moment of ridiculousness

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How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams. 

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

Receive

He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense. 

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn​ , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name. 

Receive

So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

Receive:

THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

Receive:

He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

Receive:

He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Redd VS Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite

Redd is one of my OCs! She’s actually based off me from a RP I’ve done! So her and I will be quite similar 😂 but! Her name is Mackenzie(we’ll call her M for now), and her quirk is blood manipulation! Blood manipulation is a emitter kind of quirk, it allows her to control their own blood and harden. Some drawbacks can be that if there’s too much blood loss, it can be fatal! There’s so much more information!

Fluff 💖

First person of M!

Katuski Bakugou-

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Whenever it came to anything, Katsuki was aggressive. Whether it was training, studying, fighting, hell even eating the man would go from 100 to 1,000 quick! Then whenever I came around, it went up to about 2,000! I always challenge him to see who’s better, to be honest it just have me something to do. Today class 1-A was exploring the city!

Granted we’ve lived here our whole lives, or majority, but it’s always nice to have a day off. There was me, Deku, Uraraka, Iida, Denki, Kiri, Mina, Todoroki, and lastly the great Katsuki. As we were walking, we each were rambling on about our own topics. “Do you think we can find a water park? It’s so hot!” Mina was talking to Denki, who shook his head and replied “I could electrocute us all Mina!” Everyone started laughing. As I was laughing, Deku spoke up. “It’s around lunch time, we should get something to drink!” He said, he seemed very determined about lunch. “It’s true, it’s always good to eat lunch since it’s one of the three most important meals of the day.” Iida added, I couldn’t really reject the idea since my stomach was growling. I nodded, “but where? There’s tons of places! And honestly, so many choices.” I said, laughing. I was horrible at making decisions and it was clear, I usually had on mismatch socks for crying out loud! We all stopped, standing in a misshapen circle, thinking of what we could eat.

With it being hot outside it would have to be refreshing, it couldn’t be heavy, and the list goes on and on. We were a picky bunch that’s for sure. My eyes lit up when I seen a Boba Tea place, I was addicted to that stuff I swear. “I know where!” I said, everyone looked at me slightly confused. “Then where?” Todoroki asked, his hair was slightly a mess, I’m guessing from sweat. As I pointed to the Boba place, Uraraka’s eyes lit up with excitedly. Mina was jumping up and down, poor Iida was confused on why, then Deku was writing in his notebook that apparently pro-heroes like Boba Tea. “Oh yeah! We can get those ball things!” Kiri said, smiling and basically yelling out of excitement. Everyone was pretty excited, expect Bakugou didn’t make a sound. “What do you think Bakubro?” Kirishima asked, looking at him.

“Hmmm.” Bakugou said in response, it hit me that he probably didn’t want to spend at least an hour at a girly looking cafe. I looked over at him, “I’ll give you ten dollars if I can finish off mine before yours. If you’re up to the challenge of course.” I said with a smirk, you could see fire in his eyes when that was said. “Oi! Of course I’m up to the damn challenge!” He said, already walking towards the tea cafe. I started laughing when Deku told me, “uh are you sure Kacchan should go in there? He seems fired up.” He looked concerned, like that mom concerned kind of look. “It’s going to be awesome!” Kiri and Denki said, racing towards the cafe. I shrugged, “you heard them, it’s going to be awesome” I said laughing. Oh boy, if I knew what was going to happen, I would of shut up then.

So there we were, at the table with Mina, Kiri, Denki cheering on Bakugou, and me surprisingly, while Todoroki and Uraraka were telling me to kick Katuski’s butt. “Go M!” Uraraka cheered, we were so getting looks. The reason why they were cheering, was because me and Bakugou were drinking an extra large Boba Tea to see who could finish it first. “Uh, Katsuki, M, are you sure you guys should be doing this? I’m all for fun but this is too extreme.” Iida said, looking around making sure we weren’t going to get arrested. Oh boy, Mr. Aizawa would KILL us if he found out we got arrested! “I don’t think this is a good idea Kacchan!” Deku said, sorry written all over his face. “Shut it dumbass! I’m going to win this!” Katsuki basically screamed, I laughed while I was trying to hurry and finish up the tea.

That’s when it came crashing down, the workers came over there because it was a disturbance and threw us out. Deku was about to cry, the poor kid, Mina and Denki were confused on what actually happened, Iida was lecturing me and Bakugou, Todoroki was talking to Uraraka trying to figure out if they can get more tea, and Kiri was laughing at Bakugou getting in trouble. So much was going on in that tiny second. Whenever we arrived back at UA, Aizawa pulled me and Bakugou off to the side and into his office.

“Really? You guys got kicked out of a tea cafe?” He asked, yawning mid sentence. I nod, looking down. Katsuki nodded as well, not saying anything. Whenever we got up, Aizawa looked at us and said, “extra training for 2 weeks, don’t pull that trick again.” And let us leave. As we were walking out, we were both quiet. I stopped walking and kind of sat there for a moment. “You know, it isn’t that big of a deal.” He said, looking at me with his red eyes. I laugh a bit, “oh I know.” I say, looking out the window. “I had fun.” All I heard was a “hmph” out of him, so I’m guessing he’s agreeing. “Oh and Bakugou?” I asked, turning to him. His eyebrow raised, “hm?” He quietly asked, more confused than anything.

“I won.” You said with a smirk and started to run off, with him running behind you. God, who knew it would be this fun to mess with him.

I want to thank everyone for being so supportive! It’s truly amazing to see and especially since I just started recently! If you do want more with my oc, you may be in luck because I might try to do more stuff with her!

I hope you have a great day! :)

[komaeda-writings]

Circus AU: Peko x reader

Requested by: Anon!

TWs: few swearing, carnival acts that involves slicing, sword swallowing, human cannonball

This is really an interesting and unique request! Hope you like it! and apologies if it sucks sdhbfdh

‘I’ve been rejected again,’ You thought as you sat on a bench, troubled, thinking where you could get money to pay your water bill. As you’re worrying, you came across a newspaper and saw some advertisement that are offering jobs. You decided to skim through the newspaper, thinking one of the jobs might be an answered prayer for you. 

“Alright, let’s see...” You said, looking through the newspaper to find a job. One job particularly caught your eye. “Human Cannonball Needed in Travelling Circus! Contact xxx-xxx-xxx for details!”. ‘Human cannonball, huh?’ You thought. You knew circuses were a hit these days, and as you’ve heard they pay at least a decent amount of money. And you’re desperate for a source of income, so you took it. You decided to call the number posted, hoping that you’re the first one to call or at least to get the job. 

‘They’ll call you back’ they said. You waited a few days while working part time to at least get some cash while waiting. In all honesty, you were starting to lose hope until you received a call from the boss, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. “(Y/N) (L/N)?” The familiar voice of Kuzuryuu boomed through the telephone. “Please come to the circus tomorrow morning. We should discuss more about the job, if you’re still willing.” He spoke. “Uhm yes! I’m still interested in the job! Thank you so much for calling back!” You were overjoyed, but nervous at the same time. Is he implying that other turned down the job? ‘Nah’, you thought, ‘I’m just overthinking this, whatever.’ 

 You arrived at the said location, or so you think. There were really no clear directions so you weren’t sure if this is the circus you applied to. “It’s easy to find, actually.” He said, “Just a big, red tent in the middle of Osaka.”. You were about to call Kuzuryuu, until a short man wearing, what you think is, a magician suit with a matching hat came out of the big red tent. “Ah, you must be (Y/N).” He spoke, “Come, come! I’ll tell you the details inside.” 

He led you inside the tent where the performers were practicing their acts. You can’t help but gasp in awe and admire them for their wonderful talents. You silently started to worry. ‘What if I’m not good enough like them?’ your thought got caught off as Kuzuryuu started to walk in, what you assume, the backstage.

“Alright,” He started once we were seated on the crates. “So, the job is about being a human cannonball, as stated in the newspaper. I assume you know what a human cannonball is?” He asked. You nodded slowly. “It’s about launching a human who’s inside a big cannon towards a safety net... right?” “Yes, however, that’s not all. A part of your job is also being Pekoyama’s partner. You’re both going to assist each other in each of your acts.” He then proceeds to explain more about the job. “As you may know, this is a travelling circus so we will tour around Japan in a couple of months, starting here. So, do you accept the job?” 

Ah. You looked down at the floor, having and internal battle with yourself. ‘Why are am I suddenly having second thoughts?’ You thought. ‘I was so sure about it yesterday!’ ‘What if I couldn’t do it and ended up injuring myself and the others?’ You slowly looked back up, seeing Kuzuryuu’s concerning glance towards you. “Are you okay?” ‘But the pay is worth it...! I could pay my bills with this and have extra cash left!’ “Ar-“ “I accept the job!” You suddenly exclaimed, cutting Kuzuryuu off in the process in which you apologized profusely. “It’s fine... but glad you accept the job! Lots of people had turn this down. Glad to see you’re not one of those weak shit.” He stood up while you nervously laughed, dreadrfully thinking back about you might become injured and anyone else near you. “Alright, I should introduce you to the crew and show you around the tent. Is that alright with you?” “Of course! I would love to meet them!” He then smirks in response as he showed you around the place. 

A tall man with animals surrounding him caught your attention. “Oh, that’s Gundham Tanaka, also known as Tanaka the forbidden one. He’s the animal tamer of the circus. He also performed with animals.” Kuzuryuu seems to have notice your interest for the tamer. Who wouldn’t? It’s amazing to see wild animals tamed and cared by him. 

“Is this the newbie human cannonball?” A strange man with white and disheveled hair suddenly appeared beside Kuzuryuu. “Hello there! I’m Nagito Komaeda, otherwise known as Komaeda the lucky guy!” He extended his hand forward in which you shook, noting how sweaty it is. “He’s done life-or-death acts and somehow survives all of them.” Kuzuryuu explained. 

“And, that’s Hajime Hinata. He’s the one who sells popcorns and drinks to the audience.” He proceeded to point to a man with a spiky, brown hair, and a large ahoge protruding in the middle of it, who was cleaning the seats. ‘Wow... I wish I wouldn't get that job. That’s so boring... And I mean this in a very respectful way... Poor guy’ You thought, as Hinata raged, saying things like “There’s a huge ass bubblegum stuck here!” 

Then, Kuzuryuu led you towards a smoking hot woman with a big, fat cigar in her mouth. “Hey, Pekoyama! How’s it going?” He asked, going near the woman. “This is gonna be your partner, (Y/N) (L/N). If you’re not busy, can you help them practice?” “Sure, after I’m done practicing my stunts,” She spoke, walking towards you. “My name is Peko Pekoyama. I’m the circus’ sword swallower and somewhat the fire artist. I also slice various things with this sword for the show.” She said, showing of her sharp sword. “If you’d like, you can watch me perform my last act. You can sit on that crate if ever.” She pointed towards a crate near a caged lion, “Don’t worry about the lion, Tanaka already tamed him, they won’t be as aggressive as wild lions.” 

You sat down on the said crate, looking at the lion from time to time, Peko’s word barely registering in your brain. ‘Is it just me or every act here is kind of dangerous? I take back what I said about Hinata, please take me with you...’ You thought, before gasping in shock as Pekoyama swallowed her own flaming sword with no struggles whatsoever. After her act, she bowed then took a peek at your surprised face. “Surprised? It’s totally understandable!” She chuckled, walking towards you with various fruits on her arms. “Now come, I’ll show you what you have to do, (L/N).” 

“Toss one of the fruits high up in the air and towards me.” She instructed. You did as you were told, although you might’ve thrown it a little bit forceful which almost hitting Pekoyama on the face. “S-sorry!” You bit your lip as you felt the blood rise up to your cheeks. She chuckled, telling you it’s fine and that it happens. You continued throwing fruits and was amazed with how she skillfully sliced through the fruits. 

“Alright, my next act is similar to this one, except it’s just a little bit dangerous...” She trailed off, going over to an open crate and taking out... bombs? Dynamites? Hello? 

She, then, proceeded to light them off using the cigar in her mouth and tossing them into the air. You were internally panicking. How? What? What if we explode? But that didn’t happen as she sliced the fuse off the bombs before they hit the ground. “I-i’m- woah...” You were speechless. You were awestrucked with Pekoyama’s performance. “Heh, that’s not all, hun.” She chuckled before proceeding in lighting up the bombs once again with her cigar. It was similar to the previous act, except this time, she caught the bombs on the flat end of her blade before throwing it up in the air and letting it explode. If you were surprised with the previous act, I don’t even know how you would react to this one. Pekoyama just chuckled at your reaction. “Alright, now it’s your turn!” She smirked. “W-wait, me?” “Yes you! Get in the canon, dummy,”

You quickly snap back to reality as Pekoyama led you towards a huge, colorful cannon. ‘I’m scared’ you thought, ‘It’s risky, but all for the money, I guess’. “Scared?” Pekoyama asked as she positioned the cannon to make sure you hit the safety net, “Don’t worry, if anything goes wrong, I’ll save you.” 

You blushed as you went in the cannon, preparing yourself for the launch. “I’m gonna light the fuse now, alright? Be ready.” You heard her voice far behind as you closed your eyes in slight fear. A few seconds later, the cannon fired, sending you high up in the air. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling like you were flying as the adrenaline pumped through your blood. 

You were caught by the safety net afterwards. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you awkwardly laughed. Kuzuryuu clapped at you, who’s beside Pekoyama, as he actually saw what happened. Hinata helped you to come back down. “So how was it?” Pekoyama asked, removing the cigar off her mouth. “It was... fun, I guess,” You nervously laughed as you dusted off invisible dirt off your clothes. “You did amazing, (L/N). Now, practice some more as we’ll have a show in a few days.”

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Of course you make! I'm really waiting for your every Inarizaki post and they're so soft! I really like to sent you, guys, some thoughts and rant about our favourite boys. And, omg, I so love Atsumu's and Osamu's confessions drabbles! Did you read them? What BTS songs can you recommend? Cycling sounds fun! I can't do it. x) Good luck, hope, you'll enjoy this time. Okey, you can ask me whenever you want. Yes, it's really cold! Luckily, last years it isn't too cold. - Tilli (1)

Omg, I want to go to Malaysia! I so love hot weather, but it's usually cold in Russia. x) No, don't apologize. You can talk about your troubles with me whenever you want, I'm always ready to listen to you! I'm sorry about that, I probably experienced something like this before, so I can understand what you feel now. But I think, that everything will be great, because everything that is done is for the best. Good luck! I believe in you!~ - Tilli (2)

So, you're going to start work next week! Is it your first work? Where will you work? I'm so proud of you!~ I'm happy that you love my requests! I swear, I love to send it and get your answers too! Really really love! Really, I already can't imagine my January without writing some thoughts. x) O, btw, you told me that you want to listen about some of my dreams! It's something strange usually, but my today dream was about Haikyuu! I don't remember everything properly though. - Tilli (3)

But I remember that I hugged with Miya twins and I also remember that Tsumu protected me from something. O, there were Inarizaki-kitsune too. I really enjoyed this, but fun dreams like this happened with me rarely. My week and day are great, writing takes me longer, but I'm fine cause I've great rest! And yes, I saw Oikawa!~ I was quite sad because of animation, but some moments were amazing! Btw, can I send you answers in submission (they're just so long x))? - Tilli (4)

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I read them both and loved it!! They were both just so soft, I especially loved the part when manager comforts Atsumu and hugs him, and then he confesses. LIKE AKHDSKJSKS MY HEART?? IT'S SO SWEET??? 😭👉👈💖 and suna's one today!! He's such a smol shy sweetheart, I loved the way his sister teases him with manager uwu.

My favourite BTS song is actually "make it right" and MV is "spring day" they're so comforting and slow songs that make me feel better, but if you're looking for more fast paced ones I would recommend "baepsae" or "let go(Japanese ver)" they're pretty good to dance to. Boy with luv and dynamite too!

I went cycling today but unfortunately I fell down halfway 😭😭 my knees and elbows are pretty scraped up now and I had to go to our clinic for an injection earlier to prevent infections. I'm feeling better now, but I couldnt do much today besides stay in bed tbh *sigh* I'm sure you could do it if you learn how!! If we ever meet I'll teach you hahaha.

I'm glad last year wasn't that cold hehe. Today was somehow cooler than usual tbh, so it was enjoyable. And if you ever come here is welcome you!! We could try lots of food hahah since Malaysia has lots of varieties. And the weather will be a plus point too uwu.

Thank you so much for saying that. I appreciate it very much and next time I feel troubled I will remember your words 💖💖 if you ever want to talk to me about like that, I hope you know that you always can, and I'll always listen!

It's the second time, I will be going to our family clinic to learn the business aspect of it. I used to go in and do the paperwork during previous holidays, but this holiday I will be attending meetings and learning other things about the clinic haha. Thank you so much 💖💖 I'm glad I made you proud >.<

I love receiving your thoughts too, they're all very soft and fun to think about. It's nice to write my ideas on it too and come up with something great together 😉 I can't wait for January too omg!!

Oh yes I'd love to listen to your dreams!! It sounds so cool, the kitsunes too, they must've been so adorable. The miya twins are so sweet, I'm sure you woke up with a smile on your face after that dream :)))

I'm glad you got rest, Tilli-chan!! And akjdksjsksk Oikawa 💖💖💖❤️his little blue headphones were cute and yeah I agree :///

Of course!! Feel free to send me via the submissions, I would love that!!✨✨✨😺😺

Love you Tilli-chan!! I hope you have a good day until we next talk!! Stay happy and I hope you're smiling!!

[multipandombabe]

The only reason for a fight

🍃 here! on the podcast david said the only reason he can imagine for getting in a physical fight is if someone was sexually harassing his girlfriend. so i used that as a prompt for this. also this is long as hell so if anyone actually reads the whole thing you have my heart:

“So are you gonna let me buy you a drink or what?” he asked.

Here you were standing in the shadow of some random stranger, a confident smile on his lips and a drunken brightness in his eyes. He had targeted you right next to the bar’s bathroom as you were walking out. He stopped you with a casual, “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” and as soon as he had your attention he was talking your ear off. He wanted to know your name, how old you were, what brought you to that bar, what you did for a living, on and on. You could see now that he was just massaging your ego a little before he swooped in with the question he’d been waiting to ask. 

“Oh, sorry, no. I actually have a boyfriend,” you responded awkwardly. You scanned the crowded bar behind him at the mention of your boyfriend, trying desperately to find your escape.

Your eyes finally fell on David’s across the room and he looked at you inquisitively. You returned him a wide-eyed look. A plea for him to come rescue you from this uncomfortable moment. He understood the message and started to shuffle toward you through the fray.

“Oh what, he doesn’t let you drink?” the stranger asked with a patronizing smile. “Are you gonna get in trouble?”

“No,” you laugh feebly, trying to pretend his persistence wasn’t irritating you. “It’s no biggie, just think it would be a little weird.”

At that moment David reached you two. He was being tailed by a drunk Zane and a mostly sober Scotty.

“Speak of the devil,” you laughed, pointing him out to the guy you’d been speaking to. He whirled around to face David, standing quite a few inches over your boyfriend’s 5’10” frame. “This is him? Dude, you’re not taking care of your woman. Where’s her drink?” David rolled his eyes a little, but kept his cool. “Did you want something babe?” he asked, reaching out and placing a hand around your waist. He spun you around so that you stood next to him, facing this outsider in a pair. “Yeah, let’s go grab something,” you suggest, trying to lead the conversation to a natural close. This guy wasn’t about to let you get away that easy though. “Hmm see, you’re not keeping her satisfied man,” his voice shook a little with laughter at the double meaning in his own words. “Maybe I should take her off your hands.” “No thanks,” you quipped. “Alright sweetheart,” he said, hitting the dreaded word with brutal condescension. “Just let me know if you get bored with this guy and need someone who can show you a little fun.” He winked at you. “Yo dude, can you back the fuck off?” David asked. His voice was still calm. He was always level headed at his core, but you could feel the grip on your waist tighten a little. He was pissed, but good at hiding exactly how pissed. You figured you’d have to leave this bar soon after this or David would be staring daggers at this guy all night. “Chill David,” Zane slurred. “We’re all… friendsss here. And we’re just like hanging out so every— everybody relax.” The sight of a drunk Zane trying to mediate the little row made you laugh out loud. “Yeah he’s right, let’s go get that drink,” you giggled. “No more for Zane though. See you around man.” You gave a tiny wave and turned away from the stranger, happy your friends were there to diffuse the tension. The second you had pivoted, though, it seems you were wrong about that being the end of things. “See you baby,” he said and reached out a hand, smacking your ass hard. That motion was like lighting a stick of dynamite. This douchebag had accidentally triggered a Rube Goldberg machine of chaos and David was at the helm of it. When you had turned David’s feet had stayed planted for a split second longer. That was enough time for him to watch the man in front of him reach out and touch his girlfriend. Without warning. Without permission. And without remorse, which was clear from the laughter that painted his face. David swerved around your body, jostling you to the side. In a moment he was in this guy’s face, a venom in his voice you’d never heard before. “You don’t fucking touch her!” David shouted, spit flying out of his mouth at the man in front of him. “Fucking apologize asshole.” “And if I don’t?” he asked. He towered over David. Not only was he taller, but he was built too. David’s slender gait was no physical match for him. You could tell he knew this and to him there was no threat in provoking David. He was just having fun. “Or I’ll fucking kick your ass pussy,” David spat. “Yeah, I’d love to see that,” the stranger responded, laughing. You could see why he found the situation so funny. David had no chance in hell against him and a deep fear suddenly blared up your spine. “Dave, Dave please,” you tugged at him desperately. “It’s not worth it.” You really wanted to scream, “Look at him! He could kill you if he wanted to,” but you didn’t want to crush your boyfriend’s already bruised ego. You kept pulling, but it was no use. David wound back one of his hands, bound in a fist, and socked the stranger right across the face. He flinched. The punch surprised him, but he just shook it off and returned one to David. Unfortunately, the impact was much greater. So much greater that David was already laying face down on the floor by the time your brain registered everything and a scream left your mouth. You were blinded by your adrenaline and shock in the next moments. Time seemed to come in waves instead of linearity now. It felt like you were watching your own body instead of participating. Like you were lightheaded and drunk. Each moment kept hitting you without expectation. You were on your knees, rolling David over to face upward. You were shaking him and he was blinking up at you in confusion. You felt Scotty accidentally kick your arm when he lunged to hold the man who attacked David back. The bouncers were on you, yelling about you guys getting the fuck out of there if you’re gonna behave like that. You were outside sitting on the curb examining David’s face. You traced the bruise along his jawline and you both winced. He held the tissue from your purse to his face to catch the blood falling from his nose and mouth. Suddenly you were in the backseat of an Uber, unsure of how you’d gotten there. You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear rolled into your mouth. “It’s okay,” David said, his voice muffled by the tissue. “I’m honestly alright y/n.” You were coming to your senses now and you drew in a few sharp breaths, trying to calm down. You assessed the situation. Scott was in the front passenger seat of the car, an uneasy look on his face. Zane was seated directly behind him in the back, with you in the middle seat and David behind the driver. “Me?” you asked, realizing suddenly how embarrassed you were to be crying. You wiped your tears. “Baby your face is…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say. You didn’t want to rub it in. “You should see the other guy,” he joked. “Oh baby, he’s fine. Believe me,” Zane threw back. They shared a laugh. David pulled the tissue off his face and jammed it in his pocket. “Look bleedings gone anyway,” he shrugged. A bit of dried blood was plastered across his bruised cheek, but otherwise he was right. “My thumb hurts more than my face,” he whined. “You’re not supposed to tuck your thumbs in when you punch someone David,” Scott said from the front seat. He was starting to relax a little too after hearing the other two boys joking around. “You’re lucky you didn’t break your own thumb on top of being knocked on your ass.” Everyone laughed. You tried to smile too but your face just tightened into a grimace. “I’m really fine,” David said, but you weren’t convinced. The boys spent the rest of the ride with their vlog cameras on David, re-enacting the story. They embellished it with jokes, something about David versus Goliath, and gave the viewers a tour of the damage along David’s chin. You knew he was over the whole thing. He was hyped on the adrenaline and the fact that he was getting content. You couldn’t move on so quickly though. It wasn’t just the pain that you guessed was probably making his head throb. It was the potential assault charge thy could’ve happened. It was the DACA situation. It was the fear that the little punch could’ve turned into a much bigger problem if things were slightly different. The thought that you caused this just kept panging in your head over and over. When you finally got to David’s house you were in full nurse mode. You had him sitting on his bathroom counter, a bag of frozen veggies stuck to his cheek as you used a wet washcloth to gently wipe the blood from his lips. Zane and Scott were long gone and it was just the two of you. You finished cleaning him up, pulled the makeshift ice pack away from his face, and stepped back to look at him. “David,” you winced. “It’s so bad.” He twisted his torso around to look at himself in the mirror over the counter. “Nah, it’s not that bad. I think it looks kinda badass actually. Now people know not to fuck with me.” At that you sighed and dropped your head against his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let you feel guilty. It wasn’t his nature, but nonetheless you felt like you were crumbling. “Come on, look at me.” he said, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your head. “I’m alright. Deadass. I swear, okay?” You nodded feebly. “But fuck David. That could’ve been so much worse. You can’t just react like that cause some dickhead is messing with you.” “Not messing with me,” he shook his head. “Messing with you. No one gets to touch you but me.” He dropped his hands from your face and slide them around your ass, lifting you toward him a little. He knew you loved when he held your ass when you were making out or he was fucking you. He was trying his best to melt the tension in you. “It’s not worth it,” you tried to counter. “It is worth it. It’s the only thing that’s worth it. That motherfucker deserves to get his ass beat. I really wish I could’ve fucked him up but I tried my best.” He laughed half-heartedly. You tried to smile back him. Although the swelling in his lip was finally going down and his black t-shirt masked the blood that had spilled, you could still see the carnage fresh in your mind. You leaned forward and kissed him as softly as you could. Just a peck on the lips. An apology. But he was too indulgent for his own good as always and he leaned into it. His lips parted, kissing you deeper until he pulled back with a distraught look on his face. He shook it off quickly. “David,” you chastised. “I’m fine,” he shrugged off your concern and went to lean in again. You pulled away. You weren’t about to let him hurt himself again. You placed your hands on his knees and slowly snaked them up his thighs. You had suddenly thought of a better way to apologize. Your hand reached where his dick was resting inside his jeans and you glided your hand slowly back and forth over it. “Can I try and make you feel better? Please baby?” you whispered, looking directly in his eyes. He just whimpered and nodded. With painstaking slowness you reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and letting it clatter loudly on the bathroom floor. “Pants down,” you said sternly and he obliged you. He lifted his butt off the counter and shimmied his jeans to his ankles. You could see his dick stiffening in his boxers and you took one last glance up at him. He was so pretty, even when he was disheveled like this. His jaw was imbued with a deep purple, which was mixing with the darkness of his five o’clock shadow. His lip was split a little on one side. His hair was a mess. He smelled like sweat and blood. Even so, he radiated charm and smirked back at you as if inviting you to continue despite the mess. You placed kisses along his thighs, starting at his knee and working toward the hem of his underwear. You finally inserted your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled his dick free. You paced yourself with the process. You started by licking a circle around the head, letting a little spit drip from your mouth to wet the shaft. His whole body twitches under you at the sensation. His fingers gripped the edge of the counter, turning his knuckles white. “Don’t tease me baby,” he winced. You took him in your mouth slowly, letting a little laugh echo from your throat. The vibration around his cock made him lose his grip on the counter and lace his fingers in your hair. You let him catch his breath for a minute, taking his dick out of your mouth and looking up at him. He gulped and let go of your hair, returning his hands to the counter. “I like having your hands in my hair,” you reassured him. “I like feeling how badly you want it.” You maintained eye contact as you dipped down to the base of his cock and ran your flattened tongue from base to tip. Tired of teasing, you took all of him that you could fit into your mouth. Your hand worked the rest of the way in matched rhythm. His hands found your hair again and he helped guide you up and down as you sucked his dick. “Baby, right there. Please don’t fucking stop. Please baby. Please.” His words just made you moan along his cock. He bucked his hips upwards unintentionally. “Sorry! Shit that feels so fucking good. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” He tried to stop himself from completely facefucking you, although you weren’t making it easy on him. You pulled his dick out of your mouth entirely, licked up the side once more before deepthroating him. You pulled up instantly, as it wasn’t your strong suit, earning a little gag and a trail of spit. He breathed out heavily, appreciating the effort, and throwing his head back against the mirror. “Fuck. You feel so good baby. Fuck. Fuck,” was all he could mumble. You used your own spit to jerk him off for a second before returning him to your mouth. You felt his fingernails dig into your scalp a little. “You’re gonna make me cum y/n.” He warned you. You sucked harder, letting him know where you wanted it to go. His cock twitched in your mouth as he understood your movements. “Fuck,” he was nearly yelling at this point. “I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You milked the last few seconds for all they were worth until you felt his release fill your mouth. He shuddered through his orgasm and let out a loud moan. His breathing was fast and shallow as he leaned back against the mirror. You let him catch his breath while you kissed his dick once, mostly for your own benefit, and then kissed his thighs, knees, wrists, and fingers. Every surface you could see earned a kiss. “How was that?” you asked. “Amazing babygirl,” he panted. “Feel better.” “Oh definitely.”

[spookyjuicefiction]

The Black Diamond - Chapter 2

MASTERLIST

A/N: This one has Smut Lite™ (aka Bucky solo in the shower... you’re welcome) so please proceed with caution! Also a kind of very serious life/death situation convo about teenagers at the end that could be distressing. And swearing. And it’s kind of long. 

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Her eyes flickered from Steve to Sam to Bucky for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the makeup and the martini.

“I never expected someone as famous as the Avengers would come by to catch my little act,” she said coyly to her own reflection.

“Well, it was worth the trip. And it was quite a long trip,” Bucky blurted out before Steve could open his mouth. He felt his friends’ eyes on him as he continued, unable to hold it in and taking a step towards her. She was magnetic, drawing him to her, and he was powerless to resist. “What’s a... talented girl like you doing all the way out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Ah, well,” she was grinning now, swirling the martini with one hand and dusting eye shadow off a brush with the other, “the gigs in New York and Chicago aren’t so good anymore. No room for little old me. And hey, the crime-fighting business must be going under, too. A bird told me Natasha Romanoff is washing dishes in my kitchen. I didn’t realize you all were out of a job?” She looked up at them again, smiling sweetly and blinking exaggeratedly with gigantic false eyelashes.

“Try again, doll,” Bucky replied smoothly, although his heart was hammering. He crossed his arms so that no one could see his hands shaking. “A little bird told us there was a dynamite act we couldn’t miss at The Black Diamond, so here we are. Sorry, your roses dried up in the hundred-degree heat.” He returned her coy smile.

Finally, she turned on her stool and stood up to her full height. She was a Grecian statue, draped in a silken robe with ringlet curls brushing her cheeks in the soft, yellow light. She looked feminine and sweet as cherry pie, yet strong, like the marble she was made of. She looked him up and down for a moment, grinning wickedly, like a cat playing with her mouse before she bit its head off. He would have died willingly. Then she strode over to one of several clothing racks lining the room and began rifling through them.

“Very charming, Sergeant Barnes,” she cooed in a voice like taffy, plucking a lacy set of red lingerie from the rack. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. However,” she tossed him a look over her shoulder, “I must ask you to leave this town immediately.”

Bucky, Steve, and Sam all raised their eyebrows in surprise. Bombalurina fixed them each with an intense stare in turn.

“I know why you’re here, and I know what you’re looking for. You’re not going to get it. So I think it’s best you leave before things… escalate. Since you’re all such big fans, I hope that you won’t disappoint me.” She strode back over to the vanity and downed the remainder of the martini before turning back to them, her coy smile again fixed firmly in place. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for the... after-hours.” With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared behind a partition in the corner of the room, lingerie in hand.

The Avengers exchanged looks and, shrugging, Sam and Steve started towards the door. Bucky knew he should follow, but he found it impossible to leave the radiant glow of her presence. He watched the silk robe fling over the top of the partition and his mouth went dry with the knowledge that she was naked behind it. He should leave, needed to leave, and yet his feet would not move.

“What if I wanted to stay for the after-hours?” he blurted, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Since when did he speak--at all--much less to women? A melodious chuckle rang out from behind the screen that made him want to join the circus if it would make her do it again.

“Well, Sergeant, you’d have to pay quite the pretty penny.” Bombalurina stepped out from behind the partition in the red lingerie, fixing him with the wicked cat grin again. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her figure and the way the scalloped lace shaped her like a pornographic picture frame from heaven above. She bent down to hook the garter to her thigh-high stockings, looking up at him through her lashes. “Although, for the look on your face alone, I might just give you a discount.”

“Buck,” Steve’s voice cut through the room, making Bucky conscious of the tightness of his pants, and he looked away from her, from the sun, and blinked the vision away. He had been right. It did hurt. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Nodding, Bucky walked towards the door, forcing himself not to look back at her again.

“Au revoir, soldier,” came the musical coo over his shoulder, and he shoved his way into the hall.

The guy behind the desk at the motel seemed annoyed to give them each a separate room, but he brightened up at the hundred-dollar bill Steve produced from his wallet “for his trouble”. Inside the dingy room, Bucky dropped his bag on one bed and headed straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower. He needed to clear his head.

Steve had been tactful on the ride to the motel, not saying a word, but Bucky could tell Sam was straining not to crack jokes at his expense. Just as Sam opened his mouth, Steve had cut in.

“It’s been a long day, let’s just get some rest. We can rendezvous with Nat in the morning and figure out the next move. I’m sure she will be… fired, after tonight.”

Now, Bucky stood in the hot water with his eyes closed for a few minutes, allowing it to soak his shoulder length hair and run down his metal arm. What the hell had gotten into him? What was it about Bombalurina that turned him downright insane? Sure, she was beautiful, but it felt like more than that. He had met plenty of beautiful women. What was different about her?

Behind his eyelids, he could see her perfectly, as if the image was burned there. Her pulling up the stockings in the lingerie, her taking off the sequined dress on the spotlight stage. Her eyes as they locked on his on her final, alluring pose. The shapes her lips made as they said “Sergeant Barnes.”

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was rock hard. To anyone else, this might not be a surprise after fantasizing as he just had, but he had scarcely felt sexual in decades. Bombalurina had awoken something within him that had been long dormant in the aftermath of his days as the Winter Soldier. Cautiously, he took hold of himself, letting out a low groan and closing his eyes to picture her again. It didn’t take long. A few more mental reverberations of “very charming, Sergeant Barnes” and “au revoir, soldier” had him coming, hard, over the shower drain at his feet.

Twenty minutes later, he lay face up on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He hardly slept anyway, what with the nightmares, but this was a whole new level of insomnia. He felt a little guilty that he had thought about her as he jerked himself off, but he got the feeling that if she knew, she might like it. The thought made his pants twitch again and he threw his arms over his face with a frustrated groan. What the fuck is happening to me?

He tossed restlessly for a few hours, losing consciousness once or twice and sighing irritably twice or twenty times. At length, he looked over to digital clock on the nightstand. 5:08 AM. With another irritable sigh, he dragged himself out of bed and put on the first clothes he found in his bag: jeans and a black t-shirt. Shoving on his boots and grabbing the room key, he stumbled out into the brown desert on foot.

After some time walking, he was drawing near to The Black Diamond. It looked eerie and abandoned in the gray light of the creeping sun. Bucky noted there were still several cars in the parking lot, and he shuddered at the thought of what these patrons might still be doing at this hour.

The walk had allowed his mind to clear a little, and as he made his way around the building, inspecting it, he tried to bring the facts they had discovered last night into focus. The Black Diamond was so exclusive that members of the CIA and the government came to see Bombalurina, some with and some without their wives. There was something fishy going on, and Bombalurina knew all about it. Bombalurina wears lingerie to the “after-hours” where people have to pay a pretty penny. Bucky frowned at the implications of that information.

He picked his way to the back of the building, where a line of cars were parked in a neat row: presumably, the employees’. Right in the middle of the line, backed into a spot, was a cherry-red Cadillac convertible that must have been from the 1950’s but was in mint condition. Smiling slightly, Bucky had a sneaking suspicion who this car belonged to. A pair of black fuzzy dice hung from the rear-view mirror, and a huge, fur coat was tossed haphazardly across the back seat. Rounding the car, Bucky chuckled when the license plate confirmed his suspicions. “BMBLRNA”.

Just then, the back door of the building flew open, revealing a young woman gesturing him urgently to come. Here goes nothin’, he thought, and approached the door.

Following the girl, Bucky tried to get his bearings as to where they were inside The Black Diamond. He pictured the layout in his head as they climbed a set of narrow stairs in a back hallway, and realized that they must be over Bombalurina’s dressing room. There was another red door, this one with a peep hole instead of a star, and the girl unlocked it and gestured him inside.

“She’s on the patio,” the girl all but whispered before hurrying back down the hall.

Bucky spun around and took in the apartment. It was large and open, with the kitchen, dining, and living spaces all in one area. There was a door to the side that he imagined must be the bedroom. The style and decor was not unlike the rest of the club, although brighter thanks to the warehouse windows lining one side of the room. He located the patio door and opened it, stepping out into a courtyard enclosed by walls, but sunny and bright nonetheless. Ahead there was a lush, green garden of planters and pots growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables.

“What do you think of my car?” The voice came from the right and he turned toward it hungrily, nearly staggering at the sight of her. She was draped across a chez lounge in a white, gauzy robe that barely skimmed her thighs. Beneath it he could see only a sheer nightgown and he swallowed thickly, dragging his eyes to her face. But that was worse. She wore no makeup, only the light of the morning sun which had risen in earnest now. She held a teacup and saucer up to her lips and made a show of taking a delicate sip.

“Do you always leave your mink out for anyone to find?” Bucky asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepping towards her. He wondered how he looked to her. Did she find him… attractive? The thought made him suddenly very self-conscious of his metal arm.

But she was giggling, motioning for him to sit down and leaning forward to pour another cup from the pot on the table. “Occasionally. But that’s why I have cameras out back. I’d have to kill anyone who touches my car.” She liked it when he played with her, he thought as she gave him the coy smile again. He took the cup politely from her when she offered it and was pleased when the aroma of coffee, not tea, hit his nostrils. He nearly downed it in one sip.

“I thought you were leaving,” she said, cocking her head slightly, the teacup hovering over the saucer.

“I’m… finding it hard to stay away,” he admitted, unable to meet her eye. After a moment, he shrugged and gestured at the tall walls around him. “Perhaps it’s the beautiful scenery.”

Her laughter was music. She looked at him for a long moment before saying, “James, I can’t help you. Whatever you think you’re here to find, it’s not going to happen.”

The use of his Christian name shook Bucky to his core, paired with her words that seemed to him like a double entendre. He clinked the teacup down a little too hard on the table.

“So you like the view here that much, huh?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised at his sudden tone. He continued, unable to stop himself. The pent-up sexual frustration and the sleepless night had caught up to him along with the jolt of caffeine. “You waited your whole life to be the biggest star in the middle of the desert, did you? I’m not buying it, doll. Nobody loves a guy that much. How much does he pay you to keep his secrets?”

Bombalurina pursed her lips, but if she was annoyed she hid it well. She sipped her coffee and remained silent. Bucky stood up and walked over to the garden, pacing as he pressed on.

“So who is he? Your pimp? He buy you that pretty car so you’ll get information from the horny CIA agents that come in here looking for an escape from reality?”

He turned back. She sat, stonefaced.

“That’s it, huh,” he murmured. “The most beautiful girl in the world, in the middle of nowhere. One night for them at The Black Diamond and you and your pimp have the nuclear codes by breakfast.” He could see her pressing her lips together harder, and he knew he was right. “And when he comes back he brings you a new fur coat and kisses you on the forehead and brings you 10 more underage girls to put in your show.”

At that, her beautiful face turned harrowing, an angry harpy mother ready to kill for her children. And suddenly, with her next words, he realized he had it all wrong.

“Why do you think I’m still here? Why do you think I do it? Do you think he hasn’t hurt me so many times now that I’m immune to it? I do it because he turns on them!” She meant the girls. The young girls. Bucky felt his stomach drop like a stone, horror dawning on him as he remembered the girl who had brought him up the stairs, the one behind the desk, the ones carrying drink trays. He remembered what Steve said about them having hard lives. Bombalurina pressed on. “If I don’t get the information he wants, he hurts them. Those girls...” she choked down a small sob, “I’m all they have. Do you understand? I have to run the club, make the money, fuck the old men, and do my job. Or they die.”

Bucky fell to his knees in front of her, taking her hand in his flesh one and squeezing it gently. She was crying a little, but it was somehow dignified and graceful. 

“I’m going to save you. And the girls.” He squeezed her hand, and he felt her squeeze back a little bit. “But you need to tell me everything. You need to tell me who he is. And then we’re going to kill him.”

[lamptracker]

FIC: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay (part 2)

Here is part 2! This is the last part, too. Much less heavy than the last part.

Part 1: 

http://lamptracker.tumblr.com/post/165094836978/fic-tonight-ill-need-you-to-stay

Title: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay (part 2) Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader Summary: After her relationship with abusive Brad comes to an end, Tom helps the reader pick up the pieces. Warnings: Smut! Also some fluff, swearing, and mention of abuse.

Fulfills the anon’s last prompt in the long list: “Are you sure about this?”

Time, as it does, goes by. (Y/n) has been living with Tom and Harrison. She’d quit her job, as her office was near Brad’s. Despite the fact that both Tom and Harrison said she didn’t necessarily have to work, that she’d be taken care of, she decided she couldn’t just sit around and started freelancing. For some reason Brad had always talked her out of freelancing. But she loved it - the freedom of hours, the freedom of choosing her own clients, the fact that she didn’t have to give a portion of her commission to her boss.

She’s going to therapy, to help heal some of the damage Brad caused. And he caused quite a bit. Some nights she does fine on her own. Some nights, she has such horrible, vivid nightmares about Brad and what he has done or could have done. Those nights, she ends up crawling into bed with Tom. He never minds; rather, he likes knowing he can be a source of comfort to her.

She ran into Brad, once. She was walking Tessa through the park; he was jogging. He said hello, she offered a cool hello back and asked for, at the very least, an apology. He offered a half-hearted “sorry”  and grabbed her, trying to kiss her. She punched him in the face. Tessa bit his calf, not hard enough for stitches but hard enough to bruise and convince him that he wouldn’t dare try anything more.

Tom was super proud of both of his girls.

On this night, about six months after she left Brad, (y/n) and Tom are hanging out at home. Harrison is out on a date so it’s just the two of them. They’re lounging on the couch, watching Netflix, when suddenly (y/n) says:

“Tom? I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what? Next episode?”

“No, Tom.” She takes his hand. “I’m ready.”

“Oh.” Tom smiles. “Are you sure about this?”

(Y/n) nods. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. I’m ready to be in love again, with someone who actually cares about me.” She squeezed his hand. “I was talking to my therapist about you today. She’s the one that said I should go for it. You’ve been so wonderful to me through all this. Part of me is always going to be scarred by what Brad did to me. But with you, that scar doesn’t seem so big. I… I want this, Tom.”

“I want this too.” Tom gently cups her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly. “I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you, Tom. But before we do anything, I need to talk about Brad. I just want to kick the elephant out of the room straight away.” She sighs, and takes Tom’s hand again. “After I decided that you and I could never be, I asked a girl I worked with to set me up with someone. She knew Brad through a friend of hers and thought we’d be great together. And we were, at first. A few months in, he asks me to move in with him. We start fighting more. He blames me for all of it. He starts calling me names, belittling me. Telling me I was a whore for having guys as best friends. Told me I was stupid on more than one occasion. Rarely would have sex with me, can’t really call it ‘making love’ because there was no love whatsoever involved in it. And when he did, he’d make me leave the lights off. He always found something to criticize me about. My boobs weren’t big enough, my stomach wasn’t flat enough, my hair looked weird. But, you know, I stayed with him because I didn’t think I could do any better. I didn’t realize it until the day he hit me that I’d settled. I didn’t need to settle. I should have just talked to you in the beginning.”

“Oh, darling,” Tom replies softly. “I had no idea he’d been so horrible.”

“Me either, honestly. My parents had an abusive relationship. I thought it was normal. You’ve taught me that I am deserving of someone that actually treats me well. You’re my best friend and I realize now you’re so much more. Thank you for waiting.”

“For you, I would have waited forever.” He kisses her again, softly to start, but soon the kiss deepens. His hand finds its way up the back of her shirt, fingers dancing over her bra clasp.

“Wait,” he says quietly. “Is this okay?”

(Y/n) nods. “I really want this, Tom. I want you.”

“Well, let’s move this to the bedroom, then.” Tom stands up and scoops her up, carrying her bridal style to his bedroom.

When they get to the bedroom, he gently places her on the edge of the bed. “You’re sure about this?” He asks, again.

(Y/n) laughs softly. “Yes, Tom. I’ve wanted this since we were 15. Now would you please just fuck me?”

“Be careful what you wish for, darling,” Tom growls. He undoes his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop; (y/n) gasps at the size of him. He’s a lot bigger than she imagined. They’d been friends for years, sure, but never had they had the opportunity (or a reason) to see each other naked.

He pulls his shirt off and motions for her to do the same. She quickly sheds her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties. Tom slips a hand into her panties while carefully undoing the clasp of her bra with his other hand.

“Oh, Tom,” she breathes, leaning into his touch.

He rubs his thumb over her clit as he slides the bra off of her shoulders. She shudders at the sudden contact and he steps back a moment to admire her.

“Dear God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. He pulls his hand out of her panties, pulling them off of her. “These are perfect.” He cups her breasts in his hands and bends down to gently suck on her nipples, first the right, then the left. “You’re perfect.” He gently brushes his lips against hers.

(Y/n) reaches up to explore Tom’s body, starting at his abs and gently caressing up his chest. He moans as she runs her hands over his biceps, then back down his chest to his dick, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, liked that, did you?” she purrs, as he hungrily attacks her lips again and pushes her back onto the bed.

He reaches a hand down between her legs, thumb grazing her clit again. He move his hand down to her slit, which is already slick.

“Oh, darling,” he coos. “You’re so wet for me. I love it.”

He slips two fingers inside of her, gently working them back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” she moans. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He continues working his fingers for a few minutes until (y/n) can’t take it any more.

“Please, Tom,” she begs. “Fuck me.”

If it were possible for Tom’s dick to get any harder, it would have.

“Anything for you, darling.” He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to her lips; she takes them into her mouth so she can taste herself on him. He kisses her again, roughly, and gently reaches down to line up the head of his cock with her opening.

“Ready?” he asks, and she nods.

He gently pushes himself in, just the head at first, and just as gently draws himself out. He repeats this, going a little deeper each time, until he’s completely sheathed by her wetness.

“Shit, darling,” he says, grabbing her hips. “You’re so tight. Feels so good. I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either,” she moans. “Faster, baby, please.”

“Since you begged for it.” He quickens his pace; the room is silent save for the natural sounds of his thrusting and the occasional moan.

“Oh, Tom. Tom, you feel so good.”

“You do too, (y/n). Oh, I’m going to-”

Tom tenses up suddenly as he starts to come, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. (Y/n) savors how he feels, pulsating inside of her.

“Tom, that was so fucking hot, I’m so close, baby,” she murmurs. Still inside her, he reaches his hand down and strokes her clit until her walls tighten around him and her orgasm hits.

It’s the best one she’s ever had.

As she comes down from her high, Tom pulls himself out, rolls to one side, and collapses on his back to catch his breath.

“Wow, Tom,” she says, after a moment. “That was amazing.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Tom leans over to kiss her softly. “You’re amazing.”

She reaches up to brush a wayward lock of hair off his forehead. “You left the lights on.”

Tom smiles. “I couldn’t not see my girl.”

(Y/n)  blushes. “I’m your girl?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

She settles her head onto his bare chest. “I love you, Tom.”

“I love you too, darling. And I will always leave the lights on for you. In my eyes, you’re absolutely perfect.”

A tear slips down her cheek.

“Oh, no,” Tom gasps. “What’s happened? Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” she says. “You’ve said something right. I know I said I wouldn’t bring him up again, but… Brad never said anything like that. He never said I was perfect, or beautiful, or anything. I’m just… I still have trouble realizing that I’m worthy of being loved.”

“You are, though.” Tom brushes his thumb over her lower lip. “You’re beautiful and smart and amazing in every possible way. I am damn lucky to have you, and I will let you know it every single day.” He grins slyly. “Plus, you’re fucking dynamite in the sack.”

(y/n) giggles. “You’re no slouch in that department yourself, you know.”

“I aim to please,” he says, and the two dissolve into laughter.

“Oh, man.” She sits up, grabbing Tom’s shirt off the floor and pulling it on over her head. “I am in no way sleepy. Want to go to the kitchen and have a cup of tea with me?” She quickly pulls on her panties.

“Why, (y/n), are you asking me out on a date?” They laugh as he stands up and puts on his pajama pants. They head to the kitchen, where (y/n) starts a kettle boiling on the stove. Tom gets out two cups and two tea bags, then leans against the counter. He just stares at (y/n) for a very long time.

“What?” (y/n) says.

“Oh, nothing. You just look so sexy in my shirt, that’s all.”

(Y/n) blushes. “Oh, stop it.”

“You do, though! I’d go for round two if we didn’t have tea water going.”

“Maybe later. But we can make out, though, I like doing that.”

Tom just smiles as his lips find hers again. He gently takes her bottom lip in his teeth and is about to slip his tongue between her teeth when the door slams.

“Honey, I’m home,” Harrison calls out, sounding defeated.

“Hey, Tiger.” Tom reaches into the cupboard for a third cup and tea bag. “How’d the big date go?”

“It was bleedin’ awful,” Harrison grouses. “I won’t go through the whole thing, because honestly I don’t want to relive it. But! She’s unemployed, she still has pictures of all her ex-boyfriends on her phone, she still texts all of her ex-boyfriends. She’s not a dog person. She threw her napkin at me - with all the silverware still rolled into it - because I ordered steak, she lectured me for five minutes about how she’s a vegan and she’s going to single-handedly save the planet by not eating meat, then when the steak arrived she picked all the veggies off my plate.”

“She’s not a dog person?” Tom asks, showing his priorities.

“She ate the steak veggies?” (Y/n) asks, showing hers. “Those are the best part!”

Harrison scoffs. “I know! Oh yeah, and one of those ex-boyfriends is none other than our pal Brad. I just told her, ‘Oh, my friend used to date him too, about six months ago.’ Then she told me everything Brad had told her about (y/n), and she took his side. And that right there was the tipping point. It’s been half an hour and as far as she knows, I’m still in the bathroom.”

Tom pales for a moment, trying to gauge (Y/n)’s reaction.

(Y/n) snorts. “Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet there, Haz.” She gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry you had such a rough night.” She pulls him in for a friendly hug; Harrison drops his forehead onto her shoulder and groans.

Tom sighs in relief.

Harrison stands up straight, taking off his jacket. “It happens. I...wait a tic.” He points at (y/n). “That’s Tom’s shirt.”

“How very astute of you,” (y/n) replies. The kettle starts whistling, so she takes it off the stovetop and quickly pours the water into the cups Tom has prepared.

“You out of laundry, or…?”

Tom laughs as he wraps an arm around her waist. “We’re together now, you div. If my timeline is correct, it happened about the time a vegan stole your meat-infused vegetables.”

Harrison smiles, and pulls you both in for a group hug. “I am so happy for you guys! Truly, I am. This is fantastic.”

“Thanks, Haz.” (Y/n) smiles.

“We’ll find you someone too, buddy,” Tom says.

“I think he already has someone,” (Y/n) replies teasingly. “Did you see what Jacob wrote on his last Instagram post?”

Harrison groans again, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m going to go shower, try to wash this terrible night off of me. I’ll see you two nitwits in the morning.” He grabs his tea and walks down the hallway.

(Y/n) laughs as she sips her tea. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

“We didn’t even do anything.”

(Y/n) raises her eyebrows. “You did me.”

Tom laughs. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom. And thank you again.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

(Y/n) wraps her arms around Tom’s waist and sighs happily. It took awhile, but she finally feels whole again. And she has Tom to thank for it.

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Disney Prompt List

As promised, here is the mobile version! 

Here are all of my Disney prompts (so far). If you would like to request one, please send in the movie/theme and the number you want with the pairing you want. For example, “Bucky Barnes x reader, Aladdin #3.” If you want something more specific included in it, please include that in your ask. For example, “Bucky Barnes x reader, Aladdin #3, where they both get kidnapped by Hydra)

I tried to make the prompts gender neutral(ish) but I may have missed a couple. If some of them say he/her it can be changed around when writing, so it doesn’t have to be exactly accurate to what’s written. If you have any questions or request, please let me know!

I haven’t finished all of the movies, so if you see a name crossed off it’s because I haven’t gotten to it yet. I will update as I do. But feel free to request something that isn’t finished yet if you want!

If you have any questions, or ideas for other prompts, just let me know! Happy requesting! I know there’s a lot, so send a few in, but try to mix up characters! :)

Real World Disney Adventures:

Going to Disney World/Land for the first time

Disney World/Land proposal

Person A showing person B their favorite Disney movie (pls include film)

Singing a Disney duet together (bonus points if it’s gender reversed)

DISNEY MOVIE MARATHON

Running a Disney marathon together

“How can you hate ___ ride?! It’s the best!” (pls include ride)

“You can’t make everything Mickey shaped” “WATCH ME”

Meeting your favorite character at the parks

Wearing any of the princesses’ outfits (Because they’re pretty, THAT’S WHY!)

Aladdin:

“Who disturbs my slumber?”

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught . . . I’m in trouble!”

“If I were as rich as you I could afford some manners.”

“If I do marry, I want it to be for love.”

“Well, you do kind of stand out.”

“Do you trust me?”

“That two faced son of a jackal!”

“I must have hit my head harder than I thought.”

“You ain’t never had a friend like me.”

“I can’t make anyone fall in love with anyone else.”

“Phenomenal cosmic power! Itty-bitty living space.”

“He/She’s got these eyes … and his/her hair! And his/her smile … ah”

“But you’re so old!”

“That’s something I pride myself on, I’m a excellent judge of character.”

“I am not a prize to be won!”

“Tell her/him the truth!”

“I can show you the world.”

“Tell me princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?”

“Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“I’m getting kind of fond of you. Not that I want to pick out curtains or anything.”

“You’re speechless, I see. A lovely quality in a wife!”

“Read my lips and come to grips with reality.”

“I never realized how incredibly handsome you are.”

“He’s a little punch drunk.”

“You’re not gonna find another girl/guy like her/him in a million years.”

“I gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.”

“You’re free.”

“I choose you.”

Alice in Wonderland:

“Curiouser and curiouser …”

“Oh dear, I do wish I hadn’t cried so much.”

“Never a beginning, there can never be a stop.”

“I’ve changed so many times since this morning.”

“Most everyone is mad here.”

“A VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“Something seems to be troubling you, won’t you tell us all about it?”

“Those are the things that upset me!”

“If you don’t think you shouldn’t talk.”

“I have an excellent idea! Let’s change the subject.”

“When I get home I shall write a book about this place.”

“I give myself very good advice but I very seldom follow it.”

“Do you want us both to lose our heads?”

“What do you know?” “Nothing!” “Nothing whatever?” “Nothing whatever!” “That’s very important!”

“OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!”

The Aristocats:

“You’re going to be as beautiful as your mother/father.”

“Females never fight fair.”

“Ladies don’t start fights, but they can finish them.”

“How romantic!!”

“Haven’t we met before?” “And I’m so glad that we did.”

“I’m not exactly her/his husband/wife.” “Well either you are or you aren’t.” “Alright, I’m not.”

“And when we needed you, you were right there.”

“Well I guess you know best, but I’m gonna miss you baby.”

Atlantis: The Lost Empire:

“How did you get in here?” “I came down the chimney, ho, ho, HO!”

“Excuse me, you drop your, um, dynamite.”

“I used to take lunch money from guys like this.”

“I swim pretty girl, um, pretty good.”

“I know! Why don’t you translate, and I’ll wave the gun around!”

“Come on, we better make sure they don’t hurt themselves.”

“Do you have any suggestions?” “Yeah, don’t get shot!”

“I have to hand it to you, you’re a bigger pain in the neck than I thought possible.”

Bambi:

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

“You can call me a flower if you want to.”

“You’re a little wobbly, aren’t you?“

“Faster! Don’t look back! Keep running!”

“They’re twitterpated.”

“Well it’s not going to happen to me.” (About falling in love)

“______ ought to be proud.”

Beauty and the Beast:

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

“But you’ve read it twice!” “Well it’s my favorite…” (include fave book)

“If you like it all that much it’s yours!”

“No beast alive stands a chance against you, and no girl for that matter.”

“I’m making plans to woo and marry _____.”

“YOU MUST CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!”

“Flabby, fat, and lazy then you walked in and oopsie daisy!”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“I want to do something for her. But what?” “Well there’s the usual, flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…”

PERSON A GIVING PERSON B AN ACTUAL LIBRARY

“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.”

“You look so, so...” “Stupid.”

Person A reading person B their favorite story

“Take it with you. So you’ll always have a way to look back and remember me.”

“I let her go.” “Why?” “Because I love her.”

“He’s no monster, _____, you are!”

“Did you honestly think she’d want you, when she had someone like me?!”

“At least I got to see you one last time.”

“Please, please, please don’t leave me. I love you.”

Beauty and the Beast (2017):

“It’s about two lovers in fair Verona.” “Sounds boring.”

“You’re so … athletically inclined.”

“It’s never gonna happen, ladies.”

“Wonderful book you’ve got there.” “Have you read it?” “No, but … books.”

“It’s the ones who play hard to get that are always the sweetest prey.”

“Please just tell me one more thing about them.”

“We could never make each other happy.”

“Everything I am is because of you.”

“I will never marry you, ________.”

“I’ve found that most troubles seem less troubling after a bracing cup of tea.”

“You really want to marry into this family?”

“ Not until my whole life is done will I ever leave you.”

“Days in the sun will return, we must believe as lovers do, that days in the sun will come shining through.”

“Was that a joke? Are you making jokes now?”

“You’re too good for her/him, anyway!”

“I am not a beast.”

“How would you feel about growing a beard?”

Big Hero 6:

“Nothing! No ideas! Useless, washed up brain!”

“Stop whining. Woman up!”

“My family! I love my family!”

“I am not fast.”

“He/She/They should have lived a long life.”

“Why are you stopped?” “The light’s red!” “There are no red lights in a car chase!”

“My brain hates my eyes for seeing this.”

“He/She went in there to save you.” “That was his/her mistake.”

“This is not what _______ would have wanted.”

“I’m not giving up on you. You don’t understand this yet, but people need you.”

The Black Cauldron:

“That black-hearted devil!”

“I know you want your breakfast, but right now thinking is important!”

“I’m not afraid of _____.” “Then you are a fool.”

“What are you doing here?” “I came back to be your friend.”

“Why do you have to judge every word I say?”

“Oh good you’re safe!” “Well of course-”

“How dare you take his/her side!”

“You love struck witch!”

“I’ll never forgive you for this. Never!”

“You have lots of friends. I don’t have any.”

Someone forcing Person A and Person B to (finally) kiss. (Gurgi inspired prompt.)

Bolt:

“It’s alright tough guy, you got them all.”

“I wanna take him/her home this weekend.”

“You’re a degenerate creature of darkness.” “Yeah, granted.”

“I eat danger for breakfast.” “Are you hungry?” “Starving.”

“I swear, it’s like I work with toddlers.”

Brave:

“No weapons on the table!”

Having people compete in games for your hand in marriage. You decide to compete for yourself. (AKA Brave AU)

“It’s marriage, it’s not the end of the world!”

“Are you willing to pay the price your freedom costs?”

“I’ll always be right here.”

“There’s no one to blame but me. I know now that I need to mend my mistake.”

“Let them win his/her heart, before they win his/her hand.”

“I did this to you, to us.”

“You have always been there for me. You’ve never given up on me.”

“Our fate lives in us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.”

Brother Bear:

“One thing always changes into another.”

“Come here, loverboy.”

*Person A wakes up* Person B: “So you’ve decided to join the living.”

*Arguing* “Big nose! …sorry.” “You went too far that time.”

“How about no? No talking.” “Okay, then I’ll sing!”

“Wake up!” “Two more months, mom.”

Faking a Canadian accent and adding “eh” to the end of everything

“This year, I lost ___” “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!” “Sometimes I can still hear their voice…”

A Bug’s Life:

“You’re weird, but I like you.”

“If I hadn’t promised not to kill you, I would have killed you.” “Believe me, no one appreciates that more than me.”

"I only got 24 hours to live, and I’m not gonna waste it here!“

“The circus! The circus! I love the circus!”

“Come on, you can rub lotion on me later.”

Cars:

“I eat losers for breakfast - breakfast, maybe I should have had breakfast.”

“That’s really embarrassing, but I wouldn’t worry about it - cause I didn’t do it! Hah!”

“I haven’t gone this fast in years. I’m gonna blow a gasket or something.”

“I create feelings in others that even they don’t understand.”

“Oh _____’s just a little bit shy, and hates you for killing their flowers.”

“Even here in Hillbilly Hell we have standards.”

“You’re in love with _____! You’re in love with _____! You love them! You love them! You love them!”

“I knew it! I knew I made a good choice!” “In what?” “My best friend.”

“They quit on me.”

“Best for everyone? Or best for you?”

“I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Cinderella:

“Just learn to like cats.”

“Hmm, there must be something good about them.”

“And I’m so eligible!”

“Even miracles take a little time.”

“Don’t you think my dress-” “Yes it’s very- Good Heavens, child!”

“The young prince bowing to the assembly. Suddenly, he stops. He looks up. For lo… there she stands. The girl of his dreams. Who she is or whence she came, he knows not, nor does he care, for his heart tells him that here, here is the maid predestined to be his bride.”

“So this is love? This is what makes life divine.”

Having to leave at midnight, and not being able to tell the other how they felt ( AKA Cinderella AU)

Person A leaving behind _____ and person B trying to get in back to them (AKA the Cinderella Story AU)

Cinderella (2015):

“When I am king, you shall be queen.”

“Have courage and be kind.”

“Where there is kindness there is goodness, and where there is goodness, there is magic.”

“I must go very soon, my love. Will you forgive me?” “Of course I forgive you.”

“If you’re worried about telling me, you mustn’t be, if it will lead to your happiness.”

“I’m not alone, I’m with you.”

“Just because it’s what done, doesn’t mean it should be done.”

“I shall trick him/her into loving me!”

“They’re all looking at you.” “Believe me, they’re all looking at you.”

“Surely you have a right to your own heart.”

“I have never shown this place to anyone.” “A secret garden!”

“This is perhaps the greatest risk any of us will ever take - to be seen as we truly are.”

“Are you ready?” “For anything, as long as it’s with you.”

Dinosaur:

Dumbo:

“You better look out for Mr. Stork.”

“There they go without a friend in the world.”

“You like to pick on little guys, why don’t you pick on me!”

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

“Rest your head, close to my heart.”

The Emperor’s New Groove:

“You threw off my groove!”

“Hate your hair. Not likely. Yikes, yikes, yikes. And let me guess, you have a great personality.”

“What’s he babbling about? He’s like that thing that wouldn’t shut up.”

“It is no concern of mine whether your family has… what was it again?” “Uh, food.”

“No touchy!”

“I’ll turn him into a flea, and then put him in a box, and then put that box in another box. Then I’ll mail it to myself and CRUSH HIM.”

“Oh right, the poison. The poison for _____. The poison chosen especially for ____. _____’s poison.”

“This story is about me, not him.”

“Maybe I’m new to this rescuing thing, but this to me, seems like a step backwards.”

After CPR, “For the last time, it was not a kiss!”

“Thanks, my wife made it.” “She knits?” “No, crochets.” “Nice!”

“Come on, ______, no one lives forever.”

Enchanted:

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss.”

“Lips are the only thing that touch.”

“We shall be married in the morning!”

Having to walk around New York in your giant wedding gown. (It’s raining, too.)

“Is this a big habit of yours, falling off stuff?”

“I wish you every happiness.”

“How does she/he know you love her/him?”

“I knew it was you.”

“Over my dead body.” “Alright, I’m flexible.”

“I guess that makes you the damsel in distress, huh, handsome?”

Finding Dory:

“Would you ever forget me?”

“The only reason to travel in the first place, is so you never have to travel again.”

“Please help me find my family.”

“Off! Off! Off!”

“‘I’m fine, how are you?’ ‘I’m fine, too!’ New’s flash, no one’s fine!”

“Caution, joker at work!”

CUDDLE PARTY!

“______, ______, ______, don’t you dare be sorry!”

“Suck it, bipeds!”

“I’m gonna ask you to do something crazy!” “I’m okay with crazy.”

Finding Nemo:

“Shh, you’re gonna wake the kids.”

“You think you can do these things, but you just can’t!”

“He/She touched the butt.”

“Can you help me?” “No, you got yourself in there, you can get yourself out.”

“We want you in our club, kid.”

“You mean you don’t like me?” “No, it’s because I like you that I don’t want to be with you.”

“Just keep swimming.”

“Next stop, knowledge!”

The Fox and the Hound:

“I’m not going to be so lonesome anymore.”

“I just can’t stay angry with you, you little imp.”

“We’ll always be friends forever.”

“Why you blasted female!”

“Watch it, it’s loaded!” *shoots up at the sky* “Now it’s not loaded!”

“I just wanted to say goodbye to ______, but I’m too late.”

“Forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.”

“Yet from your sadness our happiness grew.”

“Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory, and there you’ll always be.”

“After last night nothing looks beautiful.” *Looks at Person A* “Wow!”

“There’s something really familiar about those eyes.”

Frozen:

“Go to sleep.” “I can’t. The sky’s awake, so I’m awake!”

“Cuties! I’m gonna keep you!”

“I’m right out here for you. Just let me in. We only have each other.”

“Don’t know if I’m elated or gassy, but I’m somewhere in that zone.”

“I can’t wait to meet everyone! GASP! What if I meet the one?”

“This is awkward. Not you’re awkward, but just cause we’re- I’m awkward, you’re gorgeous. Wait what?”

“You look beautiful.” “Thank you, you look beautifuller!”

“If you swoon, let me know! I’ll catch you!”

“Your physique helps I’m sure!”

Sock sliding through a place you shouldn’t (A la Hans and Anna)

“Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?” “Can I say something even crazier? Yes!”

“Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled.”

“Catch! *jumps into arms* Thanks, that was like a crazy trust exercise!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, feisty pants, just calm down!”

“You tell me when, I’m ready, I was born ready!” “Calm down, crazy.”

“Well that happened.”

“Do me a favor, grab my butt.”

“Does it look bad?” “… No” “You hesitated.”

“Because I love you ____, I insist you run!”

THEY’RE JUST A BIT OF A FIXER UPPER

“Let’s go kiss ____! Who is this ____?!”

“Don’t you see? I can’t.”

“Oh, ____ if only there was someone who loved you.”

“Some people are worth melting for.”

“I don’t even know what love is.” “That’s okay, I do.”

Person A dragging Person B around with a blindfold on, and running them into a pole.

“I could kiss you! I could, I mean I’d like to. I’d- May I? We me? May we? Wait what?”

The Good Dinosaur:

“You’re a papa.” “And you’re a momma.”

“Sometimes you gotta get through your fear to see the beauty on the other side.”

“I’m not like you.” “You’re me and more.”

“If you’re not scared, you aren’t alive.”

“You’re alive? I can’t believe it! It’s you!”

A Goofy Movie:

“What if the neighbors see us?”

“Well I was sorta, kinda thinking, that I’d love to.”

“I told you men are easy to deal with.”

“Getting there is half the fun.”

“Deal.” *Reaches out hand to shake on it, other person kisses you*

The Great Mouse Detective:

“You made this just for me?”

“I won’t be a part of this evil any longer!”

“I would spend many a sleepless nights if something unfortunate were to befall her/him/them.”

“There’s always a chance as long as one can think.”

“You have been hanging upside down too long.”

“You delightful little maniac.”

“I feel utterly ridiculous.” “Don’t be absurd you look perfect.”

“No one could have a higher opinion of you than I do, and I think you’re a slimy, contemptible sewer rat.”

Hercules:

“I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle it. Have a nice day”

“So did they give you a name with all of those rippling pectorals?”

“Memo to me: maim you after my meeting.”

“You’ve gotta admit, that was pretty heroic.”

“It’s alright, the sea of raging hormones has ebbed.”

“When I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone, no one can hurt you.”

“At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.”

“He would never do anything to hurt me.” “He’s a guy!”

Person A is Person B’s only weakness

“If you face him, you’ll die.” “There are worse things.”

“People do crazy things when they’re in love.”

“Are you always this articulate?”

“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.”

“A life without _____, even an immortal life, would be empty.”

Home on the Range:

“Yeah, they’re real. Quit staring!”

“You go before I start using words no proper person should ever use.”

“You know how I get about overly emotional displays.”

“You were sleep fighting again.”

“I’m old, but I’m not that old.”

“Don’t embarrass me in front of my partner.”

“Do you ride him/her/them on odd days or even?”

“Stay with me and you may begin to like the other side of the law.”

“You wanna get nuts? Let’s get nuts.”

The Hunchback of Notre Dame:

“As your friends and guardians, we insist you attend the festival.”

“Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.”

“Look at that disgusting display.” “Yes, sir!”

“You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help.”

“The only fool I see is you!”

“1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9- So there’s ten of you and one of me. What’s a poor girl to do?”

“What a woman!”

“You son of a-” “Careful, we’re in a church.”

“Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?”

“You fight almost as well as a man.” “Funny, I was gonna say the same thing about you.”

“What do they have against people who are different anyway?”

“I ask for love I can’t possess.”

“He/She’s gotta love a guy/girl like you.”

“You’re either the craziest person I’ve ever met, or the bravest.”

“Why is it when we meet I always end up bleeding?”

“You’re lucky, that arrow almost pierced your heart.” “I’m not sure it didn’t.”

“You’ve got a funny way of showing gratitude.”

“She’s got her knight in shining armor, and it’s not me.”

“What makes a monster, and what makes a man?”

The Incredibles:

“Girl, I don’t even wanna know about your mild mannered alter ego, or anything like that.”

“Sometimes I think I’d just like a simple life. You know, relax a little and start a family.”

Fighting crime literally right before your wedding.

“Shut up, you little insect!”

“It’s okay kids, we’re just having a discussion.” “A pretty loud discussion.”

“I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now.”

“NO CAPES!”

“You can’t count on anybody, especially your heroes.”

“Yes, mom/dad, I’m completely stupid.”

“We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead.”

“Get a grip or I will ground you for a month!”

“When the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.”

“Next time you gamble, bet your own life.”

“Mom and Dad’s lives could be in danger, or worse, their marriage.”

“Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!”

“Don’t touch my sister/brother!”

“You married _____ and got busy!”

“Greater good? I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!”

“I can’t lose you again!”

“I like movies, I’ll buy the popcorn.”

Inside Out:

“What did we do to deserve you?”

“When I’m through, the other people will look at their own outfits and barf.”

“You could get lost in there.” “Think positive!” “I’m positive you will get lost in there!”

“I’m too sad to walk, just give me a few hours.”

“I would die for ______.”

“I just wanted Person A to be happy.”

“Take her/him/them to the moon for me.”

“I miss home.”

The Jungle Book:

Lady and the Tramp:

Getting a literal puppy for Christmas!!! (Lady and the Tramp AU)

“Just for tonight.”

“I don’t imagine anything could take their place in our hearts.”

“Homewreckers! That’s what they are!” [Talking about babies]

“Hey, pidge, what are you doing on this side of the tracks?”

“Dogs don’t talk!” “He’s talking to me.” “Okay, he’s talking to you.”

“You’re too nice a girl to be in this place.”

“They’ve got their mothers eyes.” “But there’s a little bit of their father in them, too.”

Lilo and Stitch:

“Leave me alone to die.”

“Did you ever kill anyone?” “We’re getting off the subject.”

Practical Voodoo aka “My friends need to be punished.”

“People treat me different.” “They just don’t know what to say.”

“You rotten _____, your butt is crushing me!”

“I’m sorry I bit you, and pulled your hair, and punched your face.”

“This is your badness level. It’s unusual high for someone your size.”

“_____ is troubled. They need desserts!”

“She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” “She thinks it’s fancy?”

“Be careful of the little angel!”

“I can’t sleep with him loose in the house.” “You’re loose in the house all the time and I sleep just fine!”

“Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten”

“Wanna listen to the king? You look like an Elvis fan.”

Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride (AKA learning how to surf)

“I’ll remember you though. I remember everyone who leaves.”

“I owe you one.” “That’s okay, you can just date me and we’ll call it even.”

“You’re vile! You’re foul! You’re flawed!” “Also cute and fluffy!”

“This is my family, I found all on my own. It’s little and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.”

The Lion King:

“What am I going to do with ___?” “They’d make a very handsome throw rug.”

“Before sunrise, he’s/she’s your son/daughter.”

“Forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.”

“Pinned ya!” “Pinned ya, again!”

“Danger? Ha! I laugh in the face of danger!”

“You’re not scared of anything.” “I was today. I was scared of losing you.”

“Cause no one messes with your mom/dad!”

“Oh, it’s just you. We were afraid it was someone important!”

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Come on, you gotta get up. We gotta go home.”

“Look at him! He’s so cute and all alone! Can we keep him?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Good, we don’t wanna hear about it!”

“Lie down before you hurt yourself.”

“When the world turns it back on you, you turn your back on the world.”

“What else matters? You’re alive!”

“You said you’d always be there for me! You’re not, and it’s all because of me.”

“He/She/They lives in you.”

“Remember who you are.”

“Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.”

“The King/Queen has returned!”

“I finally got the sense knocked into me. And I’ve got the bump to prove it.”

The Little Mermaid:

Person A: “Salty sea hair, wind in your face, perfect day to be at sea.” Person B: *vomiting* “yes, perfect.”

“Shark! Shark! We’re gonna die!”

“You’ve got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair.”

“And now look at me, wasted away to practically nothing.”

“Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch, and they walk all over you.”

Person A saving Person B from a ship wreck, and then Person A can’t find Person B again (AKA The Little Mermaid AU)

“Oh, you really delight in these sadistic strains on my blood pressure don’t you?”

“She’s out there somewhere, I just haven’t found her yet.”

“Run away with you? This is all so sudden!”

“Daddy, I love him!”

“Just imagine. You and your prince, together forever.”

“Don’t underestimate the importance of body language!”

“I lost my voice and I’m trying to tell you that I love you” (AKA The Little Mermaid AU #2)

“This has got to be, without a doubt, the single most embarrassing day of my life.”

“You gotta bat your eyes like this, you gotta pucker your lips like this.”

“You are hopeless, child. You know that? Completely hopeless.”

Wearing any of Ariel’s clothing. (BECAUSE IT’S PRETTY THAT’S WHY)

*horrible singing* “Someone should find that animal and put it out of its misery”

“Yes, you want her. Look at her you know you do.”

“What a lovely little bride I’ll make, my dear I’ll look divine.”

“Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it’s important?”

“I lost her once, I’m not gonna lose her again.”

“You’ve got to get away from here.” “No, I won’t leave you.”

“Then I guess there’s just one problem left.” “What’s that?” “How much I’m going to miss ___”

Mary Poppins:

“I feel what’s to happen, all happened before.”

“Though we enjoy men individually, we can agree taht in a group they’re rather stupid.”

“Well it’s not exactly Buckingham Palace, still, it’s clean.”

“Practically perfect in every way.”

“In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun.”

“You never think of pressing your advance.”

“A lady needn’t fear when you are here.”

“Anything for you, _______, you’re our favorite person.”

“Faster, my beauty, faster.”

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”

“People who get their feet wet must learn to take their medicine.”

“I say there’s nothing like a good joke.” “And that was nothing like a good joke.”

“First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear, I never explain anything.”

Meet the Robinsons:

“That’s what happens when you have a science geek for a roommate.”

“Knock ‘em dead! That was a figure of speech, please don’t kill anyone.”

“Go show them how special you are!”

“I propose a toast to _____ and his/her failure. May it lead to success in the future.”

“It’s bee a long hard day of turmoil and dinosaur fights.”

“Yes, thank you, we’ve established that.”

“Let’s see, take responsibility for my life or blame you? Let’s see, blame you wins!”

“I hate to foil your evil plan and run, but, ta ta!”

“You just focused on the bad stuff, when all you had to do was let go of the past and keep moving forward.”

“I’m always right. Even when I’m wrong I’m right.”

Moana:

“____, that voice inside is who you are.”

“He/She couldn’t save ______, he/she’s hoping to save you.”

“Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I take, every road leads back, to the place I know where I can not go. Where I long to be.”

“I can’t leave you.” “There is no place you can go that I won’t be with you.”

“I know it’s a lot, the hair, the bod.”

“I could watch that all day.”

“If you wear a dress, and have an animal sidekick, you are a princess.”

“That is literally the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

“I’m not killing myself so you can prove you’re something you’re not.”

“The call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me.”

“I will carry you here in my heart. You remind me that come what may, I know the way.”

“This is not who you are. You know who you are.”

“It suits you.”

Monsters Inc.:

“Hey genius, wanna know why I bought the car?” “Not really.” “To drive it.” “Come on, you could use the exercise.”

“I’m so romantic, some times I think I should just marry myself.”

“I’m watching you, ______, always watching!”

“It’s my professional opinion that now is the time to panic!”

“Actually, uh, that’s my cousin’s sister’s daughter.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me-”

“First of all it’s cretin, if you’re gonna threaten me do it correctly.”

Calling each other ‘googlie bear’ and schmootsie-poo’

Monsters University:

“Woo-hoo the hot coco train is coming through! Next stop, you!”

Sleep talking: “I know you’re a princess and I’m just a stable boy-”

“I can’t go back to jail!”

“I know how you feel.” “Don’t do that! Please don’t do that! You do not know how I feel!”

Mulan:

“Bring my family honor and glory.”

“This is your chance to prove yourself.”

“I will never pass for a perfect bride/groom.”

“If I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”

“Do I look like a sucker to you? What do you mean a loser?!”

“We have to work on your people skills.”

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!”

“My little baby, off to destroy people.”

“Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym?”

“I never want to see a naked man again.”

“A girl/boy/person worth fighting for.”

“You can guess what we have missed the most, since we went off to war!”

“Stand aside, that creature is not worth protecting!”

“She’s a woman, she’ll never be worth anything!” “You pompous-”

“You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” “Would you like to stay forever?”

The Nightmare Before Christmas:

“Great _______, everyone.” “Yes, it was absolutely horrible.”

“You’re a witch’s fondest dream!”

“Something’s up with ____. Don’t know if we’ll ever get him/her/them back.”

“This year, Christmas will be OURS!”

“The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief.” “And I though you didn’t like me.”

“And leave that no good (Person A) out of it!”

“You don’t look like yourself. Not at all.”

“Well, well, well, what have we here?”

“Oh, brother, you’re something! You put me in a spin!”

“I’m ______ and you ain’t going nowhere.”

“There’s something in the wind that feels like tragedy’s at hand.”

“And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it’s not to be.”

“And will we ever end up together? No I think not. It’s never to become for I am not the one.”

“Are you a gambling man? Let’s play!”

“I’d listen to her! She’s the only one who makes sense around this insane asylum!”

“We’re simply meant to be.”

Oliver & Company:

One Hundred and One Dalmatians:

“Our dogs just ran after each other and now we’re tangled together and wow you have nice eyes and shoot now we’re in a river” (AKA the cutest story ever)

“How are you?” “Miserable as usual. Perfectly wretched.”

“Oh, _____, you are an idiot!” (With love)

“She/He’s even greater than dad/mom!” “No one’s better than dad/mom.”

“I’m so hungry I could eat a whole elephant.”

“They say the old place is haunted or bewitched.”

“We’ll have a dalmatian plantation”

Peter Pan:

“Poor ______!” “Poor ______?!?”

“And sooner or later, people have to grow up.”

“But I don’t want to grow up!”

“Girls talk too much!”

“Second star to the right and straight on till morning.”

“When there’s a smile in your heart, there’s no better time to start.”

“Shooting a man in the middle of his cadenza. Not in good form!”

“You’re banished forever!” “Oh please not forever!” “Fine, then a week.”

“You dare to come near me again-”

“We were only trying to drown her.”

“This ain’t no place for a respectable pirate.”

“A jealous female can be tricked into anything.”

“Your mother and mine.”

“I wanna see my mother/father.”

“Don’t you understand you mean more to me than anything in this whole world.”

“I have the strangest feeling I’ve seen that ship before.”

Pinocchio:

“When you wish upon a star your dreams come true.”

“Always let your conscience be your guide.”

“I’ve got no strings to pull me down.”

“What does an actor need with a conscience anyway?”

“It will take a miracle to get us out of here.”

“A vacation on pleasure island.”

“Being bad’s a lot of fun, ain’t it?”

“What does he think I look like, a jackass?”

“Why are you crying?” “Because you’re dead.” “No I’m not.”

Pocahontas:

“I’m not about to let you boys have all the fun.”

“Man overboard!” *Falls into the ocean* “Hang on, ______, I got you.”

“I’ve seen hundreds of new worlds, what could possibly be different about this one?”

“Seeing you gives me great joy.”

“But he/she’s so … serious.”

“Should I choose the smoothest course? Should I marry _____? Is all my dreaming at an end?”

“What is my path? How am I ever going to find it?”

“He/She has a good soul, and handsome, too!” “Oh I like her/him.”

“I shouldn’t be seeing him/her again. I mean I want to see him/her again.” “Who wouldn’t? I want to see him/her again.”

“I could have killed you.” “Not like that you won’t, keep both eyes open.”

“I lied for you once, don’t ask me to do it again.”

“_______, please, you’re my best friend, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You killed him/her.”

“I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can’t think of any right now, but-”

“It would have been better if we never met. None of this would have happened.“ ”_____, look at me. I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years never knowing you.”

“I can’t leave you.” “You never will. No mater what happens to me, you’ll always be with me. Forever.”

“Please don’t let it be too late.”

POOH

The Princess and the Frog:

“We’re all going out dancing tonight. Care to join us?”

“Well keep ‘em coming until I pass out.”

“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“There’s been trials and tribulations, you know I’ve had my share.”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” “What a coincidence, I have been avoiding you everywhere!”

“For someone who cannot see their feet, you’re very light on them.”

“You do have a soul, don’t you, _______?”

“When a woman says later, she really means not ever.”

“There are plenty of young ladies waiting for you to waltz them into a stupor.”

“Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May.”

“I reckon you want a kiss?” “Kissing would be nice, yes.”

“You know, if you’re going to let everything bother you, it’s going to be a very long night!”

“Do not kiss her/him.”

“Life is short, when you’re done you’re done. We’re on this earth to have some fun.”

“We’re going to have ourselves a Mardi Gras wedding!”

“Ooh, girl, I guess you and your boyfriend got a little carried away!”

“I’ve never danced.” (AKA I’ll teach you how to dance.)

“I will do whatever it takes to make your dreams come true, because I love you.”

“You minced.” “I did!”

“I admit it was a charmed life until the day my parents cut me off. And suddenly I realized, I don’t know how to do anything.”

“I have been with thousands of women…. No. Like two, three, just other women.”

“My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”

“You just kissed yourself a princess!” “And, I’m about to do it again!”

Ratatouille:

The Rescuers:

“Rescue me.”

“I just can’t believe that _______ would run away.”

“Someone’s waiting for you.”

“I can go by myself, thank you!”

“He/She’s utterly mad!”

“_______ comes with me. I’m quite attached to him/her.”

Robin Hood:

“Oh she/he’s so handsome, just like her/his reward posters.”

“I’m scared of ___, he’s cranky.”

“An outlaw for an in-law.”

“Hey remember me, we were kids together. Will you marry me?”

“Be gone, long one!”

“My dear emotional lady why should I?” “Because I love him.”

“_____, my darling, I love you more than life itself.”

Sleeping Beauty:

“We’ve met before” “We have?” “Yes, once upon a dream.”

Person A waking person B from a sleep/coma/etc by kissing them

“She’s in love.” “Oh no this is terrible.”

“It looks awful.” “That’s because it’s on you dear.”

“They say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true.”

“Why doesn’t your daughter like my son?!”

“You think you could defeat me? Me?! The mistress of all evil!”

“I just love happy endings!”

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs:

“Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

“One love that has possessed me.”

“Just whistle while you work.”

“She/he’s beautiful! Just like an angel.”

“Someday my prince/princess will come.”

“We’ll be happy forever, I know.”

“You’ll sleep in my bed.”

“Why, ____, you do care!”

“Yes. One bite and all your dreams will come true.” (AKA the poison apple au)

The Sword in the Stone:

“No one could decide who was rightful heir to the throne.”

“Everybody’s got problems. The world is full of problems.”

“Just because you can’t understand something, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

“Out smart the big brute!”

“You see I’m an ugly, horrible, grouchy old man!”

“That love business is a powerful thing.”

“They might even make a motion picture about you.”

Tangled:

“This is the story of how I died …”

“Flower gleam and glow . . .” (AKA magic hair AU)

“That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing.”

“I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through you can’t trust me.”

“I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you.”

“I know not who you are, or how I came to find you, but can I just say, hi!”

“I have made the decision to trust you.” “A horrible decision really.”

“Here comes the smolder.”

“I can’t believe I did this! I can’t believe I did this.”

“Best day ever!”

“Give me back my guy!”

“Who’s that?” “They don’t like me.” “Who’s that?” “They don’t like me either.” “Who’s that?” “Let’s just assume that everyone here doesn’t like me.”

“A fake reputation is all a man has.”

“I think he/she likes me.”

“If he’s such a dreamboat, put him to the test.”

“Are you tired from chasing the bad man all day?”

“All at once, everything looks different, know that I see you.”

“Where will you go? He/She/They won’t be there for you.”

“Frying pans! Who knew, right?”

“If you let me save him/her/them, I will go with you.”

“I can’t let you do this.” “I can’t let you die.”

“You were my new dream.”

“Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.”

“Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for (hair color)s?”

“After years and years of asking and asking, I finally said yes.” “Okay, I asked her.”

Tarzan:

“You’ll be in my heart always. Always.”

“Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me.”

“He’s alive! He’s alive- You idiot! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

*About to scare person A* “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.”

“Person A has to stay with Person B. Person A, stay.”

“No matter where I go, you will always be my _____.”

“I’ve had it with you and your emotional constipation!”

“You came back?” “I came home.”

*Jumping off a boat and then running into the arms of the other person to tackle them in the water*

Toy Story:

“You’ve got a friend in me.”

“Howdy, little lady.”

“Go on without me. Just go!”

“There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.”

“The word I’m searching for I can’t say because there are preschool toys around.”

“That wasn’t flying, that was falling with style.”

“This is the perfect time to panic!”

“To infinity, and beyond!”

“There’s gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.”

Toy Story 2:

“I’m sorry, but toys don’t last forever.”

“Aww, _____, you’re worth more than that.”

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, God-spilla.”

“It’s you! It’s you! It is you!” “Please stop saying that.”

“Why the prodigal son has returned.”

“This is for _____ when you find them.” *kisses cheek* “Alright, but I don’t think it will mean the same coming from me.”

“Don’t think just because you’re a girl that I’ll go easy on  you!”

“When he/she loved me …”

“None of them will ever love you the way I do.”

“Hey! No one does that to my friend!”

Toy Story 3:

“Reach for the sky!”

“He/She held me, they actually held me!”

“It’s the perfect time to be hysterical!”

“First thing you’ve gotta know about me, I’m a hugger.”

“I’m sorry, _______, they broke me.”

“You would not believe what I have been through tonight.”

“I wish I could always be with you.” “You will be.”

“So long, partner.”

Treasure Planet:

“They’re so adorable at that age.” “Ah yes, deplorable - ahem adorable.”

“You know what they say, familiarity breeds contempt, uh well but in this case-”

*After showering compliments* “Oh shut up, you know I don’t mean a word of it.”

“You give up a few things chasing a dream.”

“That’s more fun than I ever want to have again.”

“You have wonderful eyes.” “She/he’s lost their mind!”

“You want the map? You’re taking me too.”

“I’m not leaving my _______, um, unless they look at me like that.”

“Just wait until your mother/father hears about this! Although we may play down the life threatening part.”

“Hey, you actually hugged me back.”

Up:

“Adventure is out there.”

“You don’t talk very much, I like you.”

“Cross your heart.”

“That one looks like a dog. Ah! It is a dog!”

“I have just met you and I love you.”

“I would be happy if you’d stop.”

“These people are no longer intruders, they are guests.”

“It might sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most.”

“I don’t want your help, I want you safe.”

“Sorry about your house.”

Wall-e:

*Kissing each other and getting literal sparks*

“Define dancing.”

“I didn’t know we had a pool!”

“You just need someone to look after you.”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

“I don’t want to survive! I want to live!”

Only referring to each other by your first name, up until the point where you can’t hold it in anymore, and you confess your love. (AKA Wall-e AU)

Wreck it Ralph:

“You’re bad guy, but this doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy.”

“Thanks, Satan.”

“I am bad, and that’s good, I will never be good and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”

“Anything to declare?” “I hate you.” “I get that a lot.”

“It’s make your mamas proud time!”

“Flattery don’t charge these batteries.”

“Hey, why are your hands so freakishly big?”

“Enjoy your little tantrum, diaper-baby?”

“Are they in there?” “No, lucky for them, or I would have slapped their corpse.”

“You’re a full on criminal, aren’t you?”

“Come on, a work of art like this must be signed.”

“And I bundle myself up like a little old homeless lady.”

“You are one dynamite gal.”

“You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses! You hit a guy … with glasses.”

“I’m already happy, I’ve got the coolest friend in the world.”

Zootopia:

“Blood! Blood! Blood! And… death!”

“You ever know how we got to be so darn happy?” “No.” “Well we gave up on our dreams and settled. Right, hun?” “That’s right. We settled hard.”

“It’s great to have dreams as long as you don’t believe in them too much.”

“He was right about one thing: I don’t know when to quit.”

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” “And also bears.”

“When is there not a need for a taser?”

“I’m your new neighbor.” “Yeah well we’re loud. Don’t expect us to apologize about it.”

“Tomorrow’s another day!” “Yeah, but it might be worse.”

“Uncool, _____, my tax dollars pay your salary!”

“Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little song and your insipid dreams magically come true.”

“It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.”

“Does seeing me fail somehow make you feel better about your own sad, miserable life?” “It does. 100%.”

“Never let them see that they get to you.“

“I was small and emotionally unbalanced like you once.”

“If the world’s only gonna see me as shifty and untrustworthy, there’s no point in trying to be anything else.”

“You know, I think you’d actually make a very good cop.” “Ugh, how dare you.”

“I’d just like to say I’m sorry for how I behaved in my youth. I had a lot of self doubt that manifested itself in the form of unchecked rage and aggression. I was a major jerk.”

“Alright get in here. You _____s are so emotional.”

“They offered me what I could refuse! …….Money!”

“They’re the opposite of friendly…… they’re unfriendly.”

“I implore you: try. Try to make the world a better place.”

“You know you love me.” “Do I know that? Yes. Yes I do.”

[strawberryfiction]

Two Tones (part 4)

Pairing: Raywod

Warning: heterochromia!Ryan

Summary: Ray was working nights at probably the safest bar in Los Santos. ON night a man comes in not looking for alcohol, and its the first thing Ray’s never seen int he bar before. The second is the mans eyes, one green and one blue. They haunt Ray until he meets the man again in different circumstances.

Ray stepped in quickly, “And Michael is drunk! Video games, less talking!”

Ray could hear Michaels heavy sigh of anger, his line of questioning wasn’t done, but Ray wasn’t mentally prepared – and he bet Ryan wasn’t either. Ryan struggled to start a conversation without looking nervously at Michael who looked like a rubber band about to snap.

“Michael can I talk to you?” Ray had paused the game.

Michael shrugged, “Sure.”

“What the fuck?” Ray hissed.

Michael shrugged again as the two stood in the kitchen.

“Why are you giving Ryan the third degree?”

Michael smirked, “Someone has to play the father figure.”

Ray clammed up quickly.

“Gavin likes everyone, just have a conversation with the guy. If they have a pleasant conversation Gavin automatically gives them the seal or approval. I’m here to be on your side.”

Ray shook his head, “I don’t need anyone on my side.” He rolled his eyes.

Michael leaned in on the counter, “Ray, you’ve never liked anyone like this before.”

Placing his elbows on the counter Ray leaned in towards Michaela, “I’ve had crushed before.”

Michael shook his head, “Not like this, you’ve never talked to them or asked them to hang out. Usually they fizz out in a week tops. I just don’t want your first relationship to be your worst.” He gave a half smile showing off his dimple.

Ray sighed rocking back on his heels holding on to the counter, “You’re right, thanks.”

A ringing phone cause Michael and Ray to turn their heads back towards the couch. Ryan stood up looking sheepishly back tot hem a sleek black phone in his hand.

“Uh, where’s your bathroom?” Ryan asked his smile tight.

“Down the hall on the right,” Ray answered.

Ryan hurried towards it.

“What do you think that was about?” Gavin watched Ryan jog towards the bathroom.

Michael opened a new beer, “We could find out,” he winked.

“No,” Ray snapped waging his finger, “No.”

“Come on Ray snoop a little, why is he so secretive?” Michael pushed, “What is he hiding?”

“It’s not my business,” Ray groaned.

“Snoop!” Michael shouted.

Ray pushed him, “He’s going to hear you.”

“Ha! You’re gonna do it!”

“Are we ever going to finish this game?” Gavin waved his controller in the air.

“You guys play a round without me.”

“Love bring me a beer,” Gavin requested.

Ray crept towards the bathroom praying none of the boards would creak. As he slid up to the bathroom he strained to listen feeling a pit start in his stomach. Snooping wasn’t Ray’s MO.

“I’m sorry, look” Ryan sounded distressed and out of breath.

Ray held his breath getting closer to the door. He was an inch away from pressing his ear up to the wooden door.

“I swear I can get it. Give me time, you know I can.” Ryan’s voice lowered to a harsh whisper, “I can get the money.” He hissed.

The pit in Ray’s stomach became instantly bottomless. It sounded like Ryan was in some sort of financial trouble. Then he could hear water running from the tap, Ray flinched when Ryan’s hand slapped the countertop. Taking that as the cue that Ryan had finished his phone call Ray scrambled down the hallway back to the kitchen.

“Find out anything juicy?” Michael snickered.

Gavin was still focused on the game, “Does he have a secret life?”

Ray bit his lip which caused Gavin to actually look back at him.

Ray’s mouth fell open; he wasn’t sure what to say. Before a word could fall out though Ryan had returned a smile on his face.

“Sorry, work is a pain in my ass sometimes, but I love it.” Ryan rolled his shoulder causing a pop.

“And the party continues,” Michael tossed a controller to Ryan and one to Ray, which Ryan caught for him.

While game night was fun Ray couldn’t help finding his mind wander to the conversation he had overheard. Maybe the business was under paying Ryan, but what kind of trouble could he be in financially? The man seemed to innocent for gambling debts, and he seemed like he paid everyone on time if he borrowed money. Ray was slowly realizing that he didn’t know as much as he thought about the man with two different colored eyes. This is how he was going to change it though.

Game night ran smoothly, Ray and Ryan were an unstoppable team – though Ray was the backbone. Ryan had a dark murder side when it came to GTA, he seemed to enjoy the chaos. Though Ray and Ryan dominated in team kills Gavin was taking home the gold in races.

“The R and R connection will not stand for this!” Ray jumped from his seat.

“The what now?” Ryan asked.

“It’s our team name,” Ray shrugged looking down at his feet., “They have a team name.” he grumbled.

Ryan rose an eyebrow at Michael and Gavin.

Michael wrapped his arm around Gavin putting him in a headlock, “We’re team nice dynamite.” He said while Gavin squeaked.

“What?” Ryan looked to Ray.

“They’re inseparable” it was the only answer he could give.

Ryan’s two toned eyes looked Ray straight on and his smile crept up, “I accept the team name.”

Ray could have exploded on the spot. Instead he chose a gentle smile to match Ryan’s.

“Okay stay with me here,” Ray was leaning over the bar, he’d shown up early just to talk to Geoff.

Geoff was finishing cleaning before the night crowd showed up, “I’m listening, but only sort of.”

“You liked Ryan,” Ray started his pitch.

Geoff shrugged, “Seemed like a good guy.”

“We don’t have a bouncer for the night shifts.”

“Ray,” Geoff dragged out the name narrowing his eyes.

“What if you hired Ryan,” Ray spoke slower.

“You’re kidding; we’ve never needed a bouncer. There’s rarely trouble here. I was joking.” Geoff hung up his apron and the conversation was over.

Ray panicked, “I was attacked a week ago out by the dumpsters,” the words tumbled from his mouth in a haze.

Geoff’s eyes were on him clear blue searching for a lie, there was no way something bad could happen in their safe haven. By the way Geoff’s eyes fell to the bar Ray knew he accepted the truth.

“Fine,” Geoff gave in, “He starts tonight.” Geoff balled up his apron.

Something felt broken between Ray and Geoff now, like Ray had betrayed him. He was just telling the truth, but it hurt Geoff’s believe of a safe haven paradise. Ray was staring at his cellphone, maybe it was the fact Ray had kept the attack from Geoff, like he didn’t trust him. Calling Ryan was a hollow victory.

Three rings in and Ray was afraid after his subtle battle with Geoff he wouldn’t even get his prize. That would cause a whole new line of issues - like Geoff hiring someone else to watch Ray – like a real babysitter.

“Hey Ray.”

Ray couldn’t stop the sigh of relief from his lungs, “Ryan.”

“Are you okay? You sound panicked.”

“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” Ray was leaning against the bar on his left hand as the right held his phone to his ear.

“It’s your lucky day,” Ryan’s smile was audible in his voice.

Ray forced himself not to sound too excited, “What do you think about coming to work more or less full time at the bar?” he rushed through his statement, “At night as a bouncer.”

Ryan said nothing.

Ray sat on the other end of line listening to breathing. Seconds ticked by.

“Ry-“ Ray couldn’t handle the silence.

“I can’t just leave my job.”

Ray’s heart was sinking, “Can’t you just give it a try?”

“Ray no one bothers you in there, I think you’re pretty safe,” Ryan had the same tone Geoff had of a finalized conversation.

Ray griped his cellphone harder, “You don’t know that, what about the skull mask guy?” He hated sounding like he was begging. Why did he care if Ryan took the offer or not, he had other ways to see him besides flirting at work. He’d already made a stink at Geoff though and brought the older man to the idea. He knew he would feel like a fool if Ryan didn’t come in at all.

Still the other end was quiet.

“Okay,” Ray was ready to hang up with the taste of shame in his mouth.

“Wait.”

Ray heard the voice from the receiver as he pulled his cellphone away form his ear.

“I’ll do it,” Ryan had agreed.

Ray could feel himself shooting towards the moon.

“Goodnight Geoff,” Ray gave his usual farewell to the man. His chest felt sore when Geoff gave him a worried look before saying his goodbye.

“He said he’d do it,” Ray told Geoff, but he knew he was reassuring himself.

After twenty minutes of being alone in the quiet bar Ray felt panic in his heart. As if the man in the skull mask would be the one to barge into the bar. The thought made his heart race, and Ray told himself he was being ridiculous. His eyes watched his fingers drum on the sleek wood of the bar. The door opened and Ray’s heart stopped.

Ryan stood there with a lopsided grin, “Sorry I didn’t bring flowers.”

“This isn’t a date you’re on the clock,” Ray got a glass form under the bar.

“If I’m on the clock why am I getting a drink?” Ryan leaned against the wall next to the bar.

“There’s no alcohol,” Ray grabbed the soda sprayer, “You’re aloud some soda.” Ray paused, “And hey maybe food!” He darted back to the kitchen. Sure enough a sandwich and a side of macaroni was waiting for him.

Ryan rose his eyebrows.

“Bruce is the cook. He always leaves me something, because according to him I’m going to waste away to nothing,” Ray emphasized with air quotes.

Ryan took a sip from his glass, “I’m on Bruce’s side here.”

Ray held out a sandwich slice, “Want it?”

Ryan shook his head, “Nah, you look like you need it.”

Against his better judgment Ray flung macaroni at Ryan.

“Come on,” Ryan warned stepping away from the cheesy mess.

Ray shrugged, “Not sure why you’re complaining I have to clean it up.”

“So like where should I stand? By the door?” Ryan called to Ray while he was digging in the supply closet fishing out the mop from behind the gazillion buckets they seemed to have stock piled.

“I don’t know, where’s the best vantage point to spot a shady looking guy?” Ray pulled the mop from its hiding spot.

The night rolled by with light conversation, only a few costumers with sleepy looks in their eyes. Ray poured Ryan five glasses of diet coke before the night’s end. Something about having Ryan there made the night go by so much faster, and the car ride to his apartment was so much better than walking.

Again Ray invited Ryan to spend the night looking into the mans two toned eyes, again he declined. One day, Ray sighed to himself as he stripped down to his boxers. At least he got to see Ryan more.

Getting ready for work Ray practically danced around his apartment playing the latest Starbomb album. He hummed along combing his hair, and checking his teeth in the mirror for bits of lunch his monster didn’t wash away. He looked pretty good. Winking to himself and giving finger gun Ray knew he was ready or work. Headphones in and he was off before it even got dark.

It was Ray’s fourth day working with Ryan, and he’d noticed how much busier the bar had gotten with an official bouncer. Ray wasn’t sure if it made the place look more official or if girls just wanted to take more selfies with the new employee. He hoped he wasn’t missing his romantic chance, but he couldn’t see the bumbling girls being Ryan’s type. Still he wanted to make a move on Ryan, he’d talked to Michael about it and Michael didn’t think he was being obvious enough. Ray’s hints were too subtle and friendly if he wanted Ryan to know his heart was available he’d have to be more obvious. The only issue Ray had was the possible tremendous back fire. What if Ryan didn’t see him that way or just plain wasn’t even into guys? Time and time again Michael kept reassuring Ray that his radar was tingling, and to make the move.

Taking a deep breath Ray walked into the bar as Geoff was taking off his apron and cleaning up a few stray dishes. Ray picked up a plate from a table as he walked across the hardwood floor.

“Missed one,” Ray held out the plate.

Geoff nodded as he took it to be placed in the dishwasher, “You’re early, couldn’t sleep in till the last minute?”

Ray’s face heated up as he looked at his shoes, were there still ovens on?

“It looks like you even combed your hair,” Geoff teased.

“I had some time,” Ray shrugged moving past Geoff to put on his apron.

“Still can’t be bothered to iron that shirt though huh? Even to impress someone.”

“I don’t own an iron,” Ray grumbled.

Geoff shook his head, but he smiled, “I don’t know how you guys are doing it, but you’re drumming up more night traffic.”

Rays hands were shaking, “We’re a good team.”

“Keep being a good team,” Geoff twisted the end of his mustache, “Have a good night.”

“Night boss,” Ray tied his apron around his waist, how did Geoff put it together before Ryan?

Cleaning off glasses and sweeping the floor Ray got ready for the night crowed to stir in, all he needed was Ryan by the doors and he was golden to go. While rubbing down the bar ray heard the door open.

Excitedly Ray lifted his head.

Ryan stood there giving a half wave. Ray could feel the heat in his cheeks while Ryan crossed the bar floor. He was stunning and Ray had to check for drool.

“You’ll never guess who shrunk their work shirt,” It was Ryan opener.

“So I’m not the only one who owns only one good shirt. Geoff always teases me about that.” Ray smiled wide.

“Hey,” Ryan held up his finger, ‘I do own more than one nice shirt, they’re just not all black.” He paused, “That’s you’re only nice shirt?”

“I had another one,” Ray rolled his eyes, “I just happened to leave it in the laundry mat and it got stolen. Course I left it there for two days.”

Ryan threw his head back in laughter not even trying to hide it.

As usual the night was perfect with only one altercation by a group of drunk twenty-one year olds celebrating a buddies birthday.  Ryan was in there in seconds practically threatening time out to the drunk squabbles. They both tucked their tails between their legs. While Ryan had the guys under control girls were another story. Ray watched one of the guests from the party hang on Ryan, and Ryan had no firm voice when it came to girls. He seemed to practically beg her to let him work. With a sigh Ray put his own tough guy act on.

Leaving the counter Ray went in to rescue Ryan from the shadow he had acquired.

“Miss please,” Ryan’s voice was gentle and almost nervous.

“Hey, s’cuse me,” Ray tapped the girl on the shoulder, she frowned like she expected someone else, “You’re kind of keeping our bouncer here from doing his job. As you can see we’re packed tonight, and I need him on his toes.”

The girl looked Ray up and down giving him a sneer.

“Maybe you guys can chat after his shift,” Ray looked at Ryan he’d have a plan for keeping her away. “Ryan can you come help me with some boxes?”

Ryan nodded, a look of relief in his multicolored eyes. The girl reluctantly let go and Ray cut through the crowd with Ryan in tow.

Shutting the door to the kitchen Ray snickered to himself as Ryan let out the biggest sigh of relief Ray had ever heard.

“Thanks for that.”

Ray shrugged, “Sometimes a guy has to be his bouncers knight in shining armor.”

Ryan crossed his arms, “I’m not your personal body guard you know.”

“I got you the job, protect me as a thank you.” Ray laughed.

Ryan rolled his eyes.

Ray was going to crack another joke when Ryan leaned down closed eyes. Lips pressed against Rays, and his mind was spinning he was still looking cross eyed at Ryan wondering if he was still sleeping in at home. When he willed himself to close his eyes he could feel his shoulders fall and warm hands place themselves on top of his bony joints.

With the new found leverage Ray felt Ryan remove himself from the kiss.

“Thanks again,” Ryan turned on his heels walking back out to the crowd.

Ray stood there feeling like he should have thanked Ryan, his body was shaking and walking felt impossible. Breathing in he tried to compose himself, he couldn’t wait to tell Michael and Gavin.

“Best late night shift I’ve ever worked!” Ray fell back over the arm of the couch.

Gavin made a high pitched squeak sound while letting his own body rest along Michaels knees on the love seat.

“Score one Ray,” Michael raised his beer, “Cheers to saving the damsel in distress!”

Ray could feel his face heat up, he put his arm over his eyes, “Pick a movie already.”

“Something romantic for Ray so he can take notes on what to do next,” Gavin cooed.

“Please something with explosions,” Ray hopped the two couldn’t see the smile creeping across his face.  He’d really done it, Ryan and him weren’t official yet, but Ray certainly hadn’t pulled away from the kiss.

They decided on a comedy as a medium between the three, something mindless. It let Ray’s mind come in and out paying attention wasn’t needed. If anything he was on his phone more than anything. He’d been texting Ryan on and off. Now that they worked together a lot of things became a lot less awkward. There were either hour long pauses between replies or they happened in seconds there was no in-between.

‘Got room for one more on your couch?’ Ryan had texted.

Ray’s reply was one of the ones that happened in seconds, ‘Are you asking me to come over?’

‘Yea.’

“Ryan asked to come hang out!” Ray shouted quickly replying yes.

“The shows on the road,” Michael shouted.

“Open a beer!” Gavin jumped off Michael and headed to the fridge where the two kept their hang out stash.

“How do I look?” Ray asked before heading to the door when he heard the bell ring.

Gavin winked, “Like a champion.”

Ray put on his biggest smile before opening the door, “Ryan!” his smile fell an inch, “What happened to your face?”

Ryan rubbed the back of his head shrugging his shoulders his smile sat sideways on his face under his purple eye, “Accident at work, I hit myself in the face while pulling out a stubborn weed.”

Ray tried to stop the chuckle from erupting out of his mouth, but he couldn’t. It came out in small hiccups, “Sorry,” he inhaled, “I – would you like some ice?”

“I think the damage is already done,” Ryan shrugged.

“Oh,” Ray examined the shiner under Ryan’s green eye, “It’s hardly noticeable.”

Ryan gently pushed past Ray getting into the apartment, “I think I look tough.”

“I knew we should have watched an action movie,” Michael smirked.

“What are you guys watching?” Ryan took a seat on the couch.