#and I’m so proud of myself for getting that dress hemmed in time

[lavendulafaerie]

My practice look and final Halloween look from this year. I had so much fun creating this costume!! I almost wish I had gotten someone to help me do a photo shoot.

Anyway, here’s my take on Nimue, the Lady of the Lake.

[oizysian]

A Very Happy Halloween | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: Age gap (legal) Word Count: 1.7k Genre: smut Summary: After a Halloween party where Y/N is teased mercilessly for her costume, Wanda rewards her for being such a good girl about it.

• Kinktober Masterlist •

“Nobody liked my costume.” I pouted as we walked into the house.

“That’s not true, Y/N. I like your costume.”

“Of course you do, Wands, you helped me pick it out.”

I couldn’t help but mope, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it. Wanda sighed and followed me in, sitting down next to me.

“Honey, I think you look adorable.”

“People were laughing at me.” I grumbled. “They were definitely making jokes.”

“Maybe they did,” I looked at her, visibly upset. “But, you were still out there, head held high. You didn’t let any of it bother you.”

I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, trying to let her words sink in. Wanda was older than me, and wiser. Maybe that’s why they were making fun of me and my costume; they just figured Wanda picked it out for me like a little baby.

I turned my head to face her, admiring how sexy and cute she looked in her Sokovian fortune teller costume. I must’ve looked goofy next to her, dressed the way I was.

She smiled at me, taking my face in her gloved hands and pulling me towards her for a kiss.

“I’m very proud of you for being such a good girl and not getting too upset about tonight.”

We had gone to a party of mostly her friends, and when they saw me, some of them stared, but most of them giggled and asked what I was dressed as. Wanda had taken hold of my hand and smiled at them, proudly announcing what I was and giving me a kiss every time it happened. That made me feel good. She always made me feel good.

“Thanks, Wands.” I tried to smile, my cheeks squished between her palms.

Her smile widened as she let go of my face, taking the fingertip of her glove between her teeth and pulling it off, then removing the other slowly and tossing them on the ground.

“I think,” she said softly, leaning towards me and reaching behind my back to grab the zipper of my costume. “You deserve a reward for being such a big, strong girl.”

She pressed her lips to my neck as she pulled it down, and I hummed in response to what she had said. Yeah, I did deserve a reward, especially if it was coming from Wanda.

She pushed the garment back off my shoulders and it fell with a soft plop on the couch behind me, leaving me in just my tank top and bra.

“You’re gonna have to get up so we can get the rest off, baby.” She mumbled against my skin and I wasted no time in shimmying my way out of the costume, not wanting her to stop kissing me.

I kicked it and my shoes off, and Wanda giggled at my actions.

“Look at how clever you are.” More praise sent me spiraling, and the feeling of her teeth grazing the soft skin of my neck drove me crazy.

“Wanda,” I whined softly, the ache between my legs intensifying as she ran her hands along my bare thighs, my shorts riding up around my hips. “Please.”

“Hm, please what, sweetheart?” She murmured softly, her kisses trailing down from my neck to my covered chest.

“Please touch me.”

“Where?”

I let out another whine and she giggled, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on the insides of my thighs, so close to where I needed her most.

“Here.” I whispered softly, pressing my own hand to my clothed sex.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves.” She said as she removed my hand from the apex of my thighs and pressed it down into the couch cushion. “Only mommy gets to touch you.”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” I knew that rule very well and rarely ever broke it, and she was well aware of that.

“I know you are, my sweet girl. You’re always so good for mommy.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time I touched myself. Even if I did masturbate, I wouldn’t be able to cum - not by myself. I needed Wanda. She owned every inch of me and I needed her to be complete.

Her hands slid up my legs to the hem of my shorts, tugging them and my panties down. I lifted myself up slightly so she could pull them off, and she wasted no time in pushing me down onto the soft cushions behind me and spreading my legs for her viewing pleasure.

“You’re so wet. Is this just from my kisses, malyshka?” She asked softly, her accent coming out and becoming thick.

I blushed fiercely, hanging my head and nodding slightly. She had an effect on me that nobody else in the world had. I was sure just a look from Wanda could get me wet.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” She said, wanting me to return my eyes to meet her gaze.

I looked up at her from under my eyelashes, her green eyes piercing into my own.

“You’re so beautiful.” She leaned her head down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to my inner thigh.

I gasped softly at the action, and I could almost see her smiling.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I took a deep breath and nodded as she brought her head down and licked a strip up my slit. I fought the urge to close my eyes as she tasted me, instead pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and focusing completely on those beautiful emerald eyes that never left mine.

She pulled my lower half slightly off the couch and kneeled before me, getting herself in a better position to effectively eat me out. When her lips wrapped around my clit and she started sucking, I released my sore lip and let out a whimper of pleasure. I knew she liked to hear me, and I had no problem letting her know exactly how she made me feel.

“Mommy … inside. I need you inside.”

She raised her head up slightly, panting softly.

“Do you, malyshka? Do you need mommy’s tongue or mommy’s fingers inside you?”

I couldn’t decide; her strong fingers or her powerful tongue. I just nodded and she tutted at me, tilting her head in amusement.

“You have to choose or you get nothing.”

“Fingers, mommy, fingers.” The thought of her fingers exploring me got me excited.

She smiled up at me and returned to her spot between my legs, right where she belonged, and I felt her tongue lapping at my clit as her talented fingers slipped inside me; two at first, but I knew she wouldn’t stop there.

I let out a whimpering cry, grabbing at the pillows below me as she curled her fingers upwards, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“Mommy …” I moaned, my hips jerking as she fucked me.

She held me down with her free hand, putting slight pressure on my pelvis to heighten my pleasure as she sucked and licked at my throbbing clit, her fingers still pounding into me.

I could feel the coil in my belly tightening as she had her way with me. She knew exactly how to touch me, exactly where to touch me to get me to come undone. Her fingers and mouth were made of magic and I was so thankful she used them only on me.

I reached for her strawberry brown locks, playing with her hair mindlessly as I found myself getting closer and closer to release. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust my hips up to meet her powerful fingers, my mind getting fuzzy with pure pleasure.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum …” I whined and she completely removed her fingers just to add another, her tongue swirling rapidly around my clit.

“W-Wanda!” I cried out as I came all over her face, my hips bucking as she flattened her tongue against me and let me grind my clit against her strong muscle.

My face felt hot and my limbs felt rubbery as I relaxed, laying my head back on the pillows and panting softly. I heard her hum before I felt her tongue licking up my cum, her fingers slipping out of me so she could properly clean me up.

“Mommy, wait.” I needed a minute to breathe before she fucked me again.

“I know, darling,” she said as she kissed and licked my sex, getting me riled up once again despite my exhaustion. “Mommy needs to clean you up.”

She knew very well her “cleaning” me would lead to me cumming again and again, and that was her plan all along.

I squirmed on the couch, my clit aching for her touch once more as she kissed my pussy.

“Is my baby ready for more?” She lifted her head up to ask and I nodded, gently guiding her face back down between my legs.

I felt her smile against the skin of my thigh as she peppered kisses all along the sensitive flesh. I writhed under her, knowing very well I wouldn’t last long after the first orgasm I had. I was always receptive and sensitive to her touch and she took advantage of that often.

“Don’t tease me, mommy,” I pouted. “Wanna cum.”

She hummed against me and sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it before dipping into my cunt. Her tongue felt so good; warm and strong, thrusting in and out of me like it was the last thing she’d do. I knew she’d use both on me eventually.

I moaned pathetically, her hands holding me still. I was unable to move against her and I could feel my orgasm approaching. She wanted to control it completely by not letting me move.

“M-mommy,” I tried to hump her face, but she held me down, so I pushed her face against me. “Cumming, mommy, I’m -!”

She eagerly lapped up my juices, not letting any of it go to waste.

“Such a good girl.” She murmured as she kissed up my body, finally finding my lips.

I moaned when I tasted myself on her tongue and sucked it into my mouth eagerly. She smiled into the kiss and laid on top of me, cuddling close as we made out like a couple of teenagers.

“I think I’m gonna reward you for being a good girl more often.”

•

@natashaswife4125, @poison-blackheart, @aemilia19, @claxre-bear, @dorabledewdroop

[freedomfireflies]

TEACH ME WAS SOOO FUCKING GOOD!!

Ok this is definitely for my own selfish kinks but maybe bee could teach Harry how to get eachother off in public? some casual exhibitionism? hshdkankdnakdbuagfhd

Everybody say thank you to this anon for the idea 😭

Thought I'd add a little "teaser" for the next part of Teach Me (inspired by this request) for anyone interested!! I'm having an alarming amount of fun writing it 🙃

You keep your expression stoic, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your awe as you watch with absolute glee at the way his lashes flutter.

“Easy,” you warn in a delicate whisper. “Rule number one…make a sound and I stop.”

His teeth grit as he leans back against his seat. “Fine.”

“Good.” You bring your fingers together until you can cup your palm around him, adding just the slightest amount of pressure before glancing back at your friends.

They’re laughing about something, you don’t really know what, but you smile and nod along as if absolutely enthralled.

And as the seconds pass, you feel Harry grow harder in your hand. Needier. He shifts at least three times a minute, clearly struggling to keep from bucking up into your hand.

You’re being as…easy on him as you can. A few squeezes, a bit of palming, and some light brushing just to tease him.

He’s gripping onto the edge of the table so tight, you’re surprised it’s not shaking. But he’s restraining himself, as best he can, and you feel oddly…proud.

And just when you can feel his resolve begin to crumble…you stop.

He exhales a long, deep breath, slumping into the chair as if completely drained of all energy, and you almost want to laugh.

“So…what did you learn?” you ask softly as you lean back in.

“That Eric’s a fucking ass,” he replies instantly, shooting you a lazy grin. “And that we’re definitely not kids in a tree house anymore.”

“No kidding,” you agree. “Anything else?”

He mulls this over, eyeing you closely. “That I think I’m more of a…hands-on learner.”

Your brow raises. “What does that mean?”

His answer comes in the form of his touch, hand outstretching for your leg, long fingers brushing across the hem of your dress. “It means…I need to see for myself.”

Here is the link to this part if anybody would like to read the full thing! ~ Show Me* (Teach Me pt. 2)

~ Teach Me* pt. 1

[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 23

Faith

12 Months Earlier

“Mom, Dad, I’m trans,” I said, staring at them through my computer screen, clad in my new light blue dress, a feeble attempt at makeup adorning my face, my disgustingly low voice cracking with anxiety. 

They were both wearing their dress uniforms, Dad’s silver-white hair short-cropped and managerial, Mom’s darker locks bound in a tight regulation bun. They both sat on the white sofa I’d used to watch cartoons on, in the living room where I used to do my homework on the mahogany coffee table, framed photos of myself and DJ hanging from the white walls behind them. He was the picture of an all-american boy, grown into the kind of son any parent would be proud of. 

And then there was me. 

Mom’s jaw hung open, while Dad’s frown betrayed his usual stoic neutrality. 

“Please say something,” I said, fearing a repeat of Olivia the other night. I hadn’t wanted to do this so soon, but they started calling me on FaceTime, and after a few minutes sitting there with my hands trembling, bunching up the hem of my dress, I called them back on my computer. 

And there they sat. 

“You’re trans,” Dad said, finally, slowly, chewing on each word like he was trying to avoid swallowing the truth. 

“I am,” I said, still bunching up my dress in my hands. I could hear my heart echoing inside my chest, sweat pooling on my brow, everything so damn loud. 

“How long… How long have you known this?” Mom asked, her voice struggling to decide on a tone. 

“A really long time,” I said. “A little less than ten years.”

“Ten years?!” Dad said. “And you’re just telling us this now?”

“I… I… Yeah,” I said. “I was scared.”

“Well you should be, this is gonna make your life a lot harder,” Dad said. 

I blinked. “I know.”

“Do you? Have you really considered this from every angle? About what the costs will be?” Dad said. “You’re now a double-minority. You realize that, right?”

“I-”

“Take this from someone who’s a minority in a major institution- it makes things harder. You’re held to a higher standard, and if you don’t meet that standard, they come down on you vastly harder than they would otherwise. And there aren’t that many women in STEM, let alone trans women in STEM-”

“Dear,” Mom said, putting a hand on Dad’s shoulder. 

“What- it’s true,” Dad said. “I’m just giving our daughter the warning she’ll need to-”

“Daughter?” I said, leaning forward, my vicious pulse slowing ever so slightly. “So you’re… You’re not mad?”

“What? Of course I’m not mad,” Dad said. “You’re my kid. I don’t really understand all this trans stuff, but you’re still my kid.”

I choked back tears. “A-a-and you, Mom?”

Mom exhaled slowly. “If… If this is what you really want, I won’t get in your way. I don’t really understand these things either, but… I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you still love me?” I whispered. 

“Of course I still love you,” Mom said, tears streaming down her face. 

“Ca-can you please call me Faith, then?”

“Faith?” Mom said, struggling to smile. “Faith. Okay. My daughter, Faith.”

“Our daughter, Faith,” Dad said, squeezing Mom’s hand. 

I wept openly, not caring about the mess I was making of my mascara. “Thank you. I love you both. Thank you.”

Mom wrung her hands together and said, “Your father… He’s right, though. This is going to make your life a lot harder and a lot more complicated. Are you prepared for the level of scrutiny you’re going to start being subjected to?”

“I… I don’t know yet,” I said. “But I don’t think I really have a choice. This is who I am. And I want to show her the world.”

“Okay,” Mom said. “Then we’ll support you.”

“Absolutely, we will,” Dad said. “Life is gonna be tough, but we’ll help in any way we can.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m sure I’m gonna need it.”

After a bit longer, mostly the folks asking me to tell them the whole story of how I realized it all, how I kept it all inside, how I’d promised myself I’d come out when I was a champion. They said they would help me find a clinic in LA that would take our insurance, Mom said she had a few outfits and accessories she would send me, and Dad said he would get a hold of DJ and tell him for me. 

And when it was over, they were gone. And I still had to face the world. 

I wasn’t sure I was ready. But there wasn’t really much of a choice.

A day later, my Dad emailed me some paperwork to help me file my name change, as well as a list of common reasons people’s petitions got rejected. A day after that, I filed it.

A week later, I started sending out job applications under my new name. It only took another day before I started getting rejections left and right. They all used the same neutral, nondescript language, saying they’d ‘found other candidates more suited to their needs.’ I looked up from my laptop after opening five of those emails at once, over to the college diploma on the wall, the one I’d crossed out the deadname from and wrote ‘Faith’ over with a sharpie, as well as the Valedictorian sash hanging on a hook next to it. I sighed deeply, trying not to torture myself with pointless questions like ‘what could they possibly mean by that?’ 

A week after that, I found out my petition had been rejected, meaning I had to start the whole process over. It turned out I’d forgotten to initial something, so I refiled, only to get another rejection. After a dozen calls to City Hall, I found out I was missing a form. So I filed again, ate through the fee again, only to get the hearing scheduled for six months later because that was all they had available, if only I’d filed sooner they’d have been able to book me for next week. Oh, the tragedy.

A month later, I saw a doctor and they prescribed me Estradiol and Spironolactone. A month after that, I finally got a job. Waiting tables. I needed something, and it was the only gig I could find that wanted someone like me. 

I got fired in less than a month. Some little kid kept screaming ‘why’s that boy wearing lipstick? Why’s that boy pretending to be a girl?’ I’d finally had enough and screamed ‘shut the fuck up.’ Very loudly. 

That was how I found out restaurants don’t offer severance pay. 

I’d gone home that night and collapsed sobbing on the couch, woke up having a panic attack. Zeke rushed in and held me tight, helped me through it.  

I got another job, this one for an engineering firm. As a secretary. I hadn’t even applied for it, they just called me for an interview and told me they wanted to hire me as a secretary when I got there, right as I was about to show them a portfolio of all the projects I’d worked on. 

I swallowed my pride and did what I had to do to keep the lights on.

I’d been working on my voice over the months, and I sounded better, so there wasn’t too much misgendering happening when I answered the phone. Usually, anyway. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Dad said, about how this was going to make things harder. I hated it when he was right. And I hated it even more than I hadn’t been honest with him and Mom: I wasn’t ready. I’d already known that.

I wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t sure I ever would be. 

***

Present Day

I woke up in Zeke’s arms, heart beating so fast it made my chest vibrate, the cold, locked-in feeling of a panic attack oversaturating my conscious mind. Like I was still there on that day I’d blown up at a kid; like I was still sitting in my apartment reading the tenth rejection email, bundling up under my blankets and wanting never to leave my room again; like I was still sitting in front of my laptop waiting for my parents to pick up the Facetime call; like I was still sitting there while they processed the sight of me en femme, too shocked to say anything and forcing me to go first. 

Like I was still in the seconds before I’d come out to Zeke and Olivia.

Like I was still biting Kate Calloway’s head off when she was just trying to be nice and congratulate me on my win. 

I didn’t feel like a winner. I don’t even remember the last time I did. 

Zeke’s eyes flickered open, green and gentle, at first brimming with joy and recognition as he looked at me, only for it to shift to concern within a second of the wakefulness. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I whispered. 

“You okay?”

I shook my head.

“Bad dreams?”

“Mixed with very real memories, yeah,” I said. 

He ran a hand through my hair, cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead. “It’s okay. I’m here. And you’re here. Now. In this moment, with me.”

I gulped, and I nodded, and buried my face in his bare chest, his musk helping me wake up and ground me in reality. 

And it was a pretty great reality- I had a boyfriend I adored and a girlfriend I adored just as much, I was a champion, and if I won another fight, I’d have an opportunity to defend my crown. I lived in the greatest city in the world, and I did what I loved for money. 

But I hadn’t seen my parents in years, my brother in twice as many years, and my attempts to find work in the off season had proven largely fruitless. And I… I was getting better, but there was still a part of me that I really didn’t like. A version of myself who was stubborn and cowardly and more than a little stupid. 

I didn’t just want to do better. I wanted to BE BETTER. 

“Zeke, am I a good person?” I asked, pulling my face free of his chest. 

“Yeah, of course you are,” he said. 

Didn’t even hesitate. But then again, he wouldn’t. He’d only ever seen me through rose-colored glasses. What would happen as we went further in this relationship, and he saw more of me, the parts I didn’t like? Would he still feel the same way?

Would Kate still feel the same way?

“Thanks,” I said weakly. 

“You don’t seem convinced,” Zeke said. 

“I… Yeah, I dunno. Maybe that’s one of those things you can’t really hear from other people. You have to come to the realization on your own, or it doesn’t take?”

“Isn’t that what you said about being trans? You know, the whole ‘Prime DirEggtive’ thing?”

“Heh. Yeah. I guess it is kinda like that,” I said. I kissed him on the cheek, then sat up. “C’mon, that’s enough ruminating for one morning. I believe that it’s your turn to make breakfast, up and at ‘em, big guy.”

I swung my legs off the mattress and climbed out of bed.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. “Happy to be of service.” Then he reached over and smacked me on the ass. 

“Eeep!” I squealed. “What was that?”

“Think of it as a tip. For the service.”

“Hm, I see,” I said, mincing across the room, showing off my bare legs, only a barely-buttoned pajama top covering my chest. “Well, I require a tip of my own.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I’ll be cleaning while you cook,” I said. 

“You raise a good point,” he said, sitting up, brushing his dark curls out of his eyes. “And what tip may I provide you with?”

“Cook naked,” I smirked. 

“I think I can arrange that,” he smiled, before pulling the covers off of his body and climbing out of his bed. “I’m already dressed for the part.”

“Indeed you are,” I said, drinking in the sight, calming myself down by satisfying my thirst. 

Zeke ambled into the kitchen while I traded in my pajama top for a sports bra, a baggy t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and a Pride-colored LA Dodgers cap. I tied my hair into a ponytail and set to work scrubbing the toilet and sink and shower while Zeke put some Lupe Fiasco on our speakers and started frying sausage and potatoes together on the skillet. 

All was going well, the exercise-induced endorphins and gender euphoria I got off of cleaning helping to clear my head. And then our doorbell sang out. 

“Babe, what time is Kate coming over today?” I said, stepping out of the bathroom and wiping my face off with a damp wad of paper towels. 

“Not until she gets off work. Which should be, uh… Ten minutes ago, actually.”

“Cool!” I said, “shame she has to see me all sweaty-”

“So take a shower, I don’t think she’ll mind,” Zeke laughed. 

“Pfft, good point,” I said. “Though the blushing virgin’s mind might get blown by all that.”

“Heh. Blown,” Zeke chuckled. 

My heart sang. I reached for the doorknob and turned it… 

And the other side was my older brother and parents. 

“Surprise!” Mom and Dad said at the same time while DJ’s eyes bulged as he looked over my head, at, presumably, Zeke’s bare ass. 

“What the hell,” my brother said. 

That was when Mom and Dad both blinked and registered my naked boyfriend in the kitchen. 

Zeke turned around and yelped, “Oh God!” He ran off into the bedroom shortly thereafter. 

“What the hell indeed,” Dad said. 

“I can explain,” I said weakly, anxiety and shame slamming into me once more, a tidal wave of dread and mortification that swept me up and threatened to drown me. 

A few moments of silence went by. It really didn’t help that Dad and DJ were both in their dress uniforms, while Mom was wearing a skirt suit that made her look like some sort of rich businesswoman. She was wearing diamond earrings- I didn’t even know she owned diamond earrings. “Well?” Mom said. 

I sighed heavily. “Please come in.”

Why. Does. This. Keep. HAPPENING. TO. ME?!!!

They followed me inside, at which point Zeke came back out in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt he’d neglected to tuck in. “Colonel Watanabe. Mrs. Watanabe. Nice to see you. And, uh… Is it Major Watanabe?” DJ nodded, clearly unimpressed. 

“Nice to finally meet you. Faith told me so much about you-”

“I doubt that. She and I have never been exceptionally close,” DJ said. Well, some things don’t change, and my brother’s brutal absence of tact was apparently one of them. 

“You, um… You surprised me,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “I was, uh, cleaning.”

“And I was making breakfast,” Zeke said. 

“Do you often do that while naked?” Dad asked. 

“No,” Zeke said awkwardly.

“No, what?”

“... No, sir?” 

“Better,” Dad said. 

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- “Okay, look- let’s just deal with the proverbial elephant in the room. Zeke and I are together now. Okay? I know this is probably a surprise to you-”

“Not really,” DJ said. 

“It’s not?” Mom said. “I thought you were gay, Faith.”

“I did too,” Dad said. 

“All I know is that you’ve lived with the same guy for years and according to Dad he’s all you talk about,” DJ shrugged. 

“How long has this been going on?” Mom asked. 

“About a week,” Zeke said, then hastily added, “Ma’am.”

“You don’t have to call me that, Zeke,” Mom said with a gentle smile. “I’m a civilian. You can just call me Mrs. Watanabe.”

“You still have to call me sir,” Dad said. 

“Same with me,” DJ added. 

“Right. Sirs,” Zeke said. “So, uh, what brings you to the City of Angels?”

“We knew Faith’s final match of the regular season was tonight, so we decided to surprise our daughter who we hadn’t seen in a while. If you make it to the playoffs, we’ll probably stick around a bit longer,” Dad said. 

“I’m on leave for a few weeks so I figured I’d come too,” DJ shrugged. He looked like he was struggling to hold back a tidal wave of raucous laughter at the sheer uncomfortableness of the situation. “Aren’t you going to offer me something to eat or drink, Mr. Underhill? Where’s your sense of decorum?”

I swear I heard Zeke groan under his breath. If I hadn’t been all sweat and gross, I’d have sat down next to him and squeezed his hand. Instead, I simply said, “What would you guys like? Zeke already made some hash, and there’s coffee in the percolator-”

“I asked your young man, Faith,” DJ said. 

Zeke stood up. “Coffee? Water? Something to eat? I, uh, know how to make mimosas because I used to have to make them for my mom growing up, but I think I got rid of all the booze already-”

“Coffee is fine,” Mom said, putting a hand on Dad’s knee. And just like that, I saw my father relax by a very small margin. He was still staring at Zeke with an uncomfortable intensity, but he looked at least one percent less homicidal. 

Zeke rushed upwards and began assembling a makeshift collection of coffees. I, meanwhile, stood still as a statue while holding my breath. Oh God, they were disappointed, they were freaked out, they hated this, I was letting them down again by boning my roommate and not telling them until I was literally forced to! Goddammit shit- okay, no, breathe. Breathe. You can salvage this. You just have to put all your cards on the table right this second and if you are LUCKY they won’t think you’re a lying liar who lies to her own family and Dad will stop looking at Zeke like he wants to sic a black ops team on him. 

I breathed a very deep breath and said, “Okay, um… There’s one other thing you should probably know about.”

“Oh yeah?” DJ smirked. “And what’s that?”

“You see-”

The door shot open with a quick push, and my beautiful goober of a girlfriend of course came rushing through, looking like twenty million dollars in a red house dress with white stripes and a ring pearls around her neck. “Hey, cuties! Don’t worry about putting clothes on, I don’t mind this… Time…”

Kate blinked rapidly as my family met her gaze. Zeke, carrying four coffees on a tray, sighed and groaned simultaneously. “Um… Hello.”

“Hi,” DJ said. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m-”

I buried my face in my hands, parted the fingers and mumbled, “I can explain.”

***

“A polycule?” Dad said. 

“A polycule?” DJ laughed. 

“I’ve never even heard the term before,” Mom said. “We used to just call them swingers. So… You and this Kate girl, you’re sharing Zeke?”

“No, no it’s more like we’re all dating each other,” I said. 

Zeke and Kate had gone out to get doughnuts for everyone, at my request. This conversation was going to be a lot easier for me alone. The family had given me a few minutes to wash my face and put on people-clothes, and they sat down on the living room couch while I stood in front of them and explained my deviancy to my star-spangled parents and brother. 

“That’s… Very unusual,” DJ said. 

“Yes, it is,” Dad said.

“That Kate girl… She looks awfully familiar,” Mom said. 

“That’s… Probably because you’ve seen her on tv. She used to go by Keith. Keith Calloway.”

“From the tournament?” Mom said. “Don’t you two hate each other?”

“We did,” I gulped. “Then I came out. Then she came out. Then we started getting to know each other and… Things escalated.”

“I’d certainly say so,” DJ snickered. 

“Don’t start with me,” I snapped. 

“Hey now-”

“No, seriously,” I said. “I can take this from Mom and Dad, but as you yourself said, we’ve never been that close, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t judge me on my lifestyle.”

He held up his palms flat. “Fair enough. Sorry to judge.”

“Faith,” Mom said. “We’re just a little taken aback by all this. You’ve always been… A bit different from other people-”

Oh God, here it comes. 

“-A bit on the strange side, to be sure-”

There it is. 

“-But we never expected you to do something so… Unorthodox. Even after you… You…”

There it fucking is. Guilt lanced my chest, sharp prongs tearing through my resolve. Screw it, time to be direct about this. “Are you disappointed in me?”

Mom blinked, and her jaw dropped. “I… I…”

Don’t know how to answer that question. Duly noted. 

“We’re disappointed you didn’t tell us,” Dad said. “It’s like how you knew you were trans for years but didn’t tell us-”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I protested. “It wasn’t personal.”

“Is this?” Dad asked. “Was you not telling us about this personal?”

Then it was my turn to blink. 

“Just be honest with us, Faith,” Dad said. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted from you. Honesty. Please.”

“... Yes,” I said, surprising myself. “It was personal. I was scared of how you two specifically would react, so I was putting off telling you.”

“When were you going to tell us, then?”

“... Probably after I won another championship,” I said, running my bare feet across the floor in a horizontal line. 

All three of them looked at me in a way that made me feel even more ashamed than I already was. I tried to think- what would Kate or Zeke do in this situation?

Kate would stand her ground. Zeke would be honest. They’d both try to do the right thing. 

“Look, guys,” I said, “I know I should have told you about this. About a lot of things. But this is ultimately my life, and I can live it how I want. With who I want. And I’m financially independent-”

Dad said, “That’s not entirely accurate, Faith. We’ve had to float you money on numerous occasions in the past year.”

“... Okay, fair enough. But I’m working on it. You know I am. And I really think if you got to know Kate and Zeke you might see what I see in them. They make me really happy- isn’t that good enough for you?”

“... Of course it is,” Dad sighed. “It just… I worry about you, out here, doing what you do, being… Who you are.”

“And I know that, and I appreciate that,” I said, stepping forward and putting a hand on Dad’s shoulder. He flinched- I don’t think I’d ever done something like that before. “But I’d also really appreciate it if you would trust me. Trust that you raised me to look after myself.”

Dad sighed lightly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I said, smiling hopefully. 

“Okay,” Dad repeated while Mom nodded. 

I looked at DJ, who said, “I mean I don’t really think I get a say, I was mostly just messing you.”

I squinted. “Seriously?”

“It’s my God-given right as your big brother,” he smiled. 

I flicked his forehead. “Jerk.”

Then I extended my arms and pulled all three of them into a group hug. I felt them all go rigid with shock- I’d never been the huggy type growing up. Honestly, we’d never been a very huggy family, all things considered. But… Things had changed. I had changed. For the better. And I had Katie and Zeke to thank for that.

***

My heart nearly stopped beating while Mom and Dad looked over Dai Gurren. Somehow, this was more nerve-wracking than them walking in on my boyfriend making hash browns while naked. The three of us stood in front of the bot, inside the garage while Kate and Zeke clung to the back desperately trying to avoid getting caught up in my parents’ wake. 

“Hmmm,” Dad said. “Interesting design choices.”

“Interesting how?” I asked, barely able to squeak out the words. Please don’t say you hate it, please don’t say you hate it, please don’t say you-

“I don’t hate it,” Dad said. “But I don’t love it, either.”

FUCK. 

“It’s certainly ambitious,” Mom said, walking around it and examining it from all sides. “Show me the picture of the robot you’re fighting tonight?” 

I pulled up a photo of Jolly Roger from google images and handed the phone to my mom. “Hmm,” she said. “Okay, I think I see what you’re going for. Though I’m worried about balance- you have a lot of weight on the front and I’m afraid you might wind up falling on your face, so to speak. Who’s idea was it to use this many drills?”

“Uh, it was my idea, ma’am,” Kate shouted from the back of the garage, tentatively raising her hand. “Zeke also contributed to the concept.”

Please lower your hand, Kate, I thought.

“Please lower your hand, Kate,” Zeke muttered. Heh. 

Kate lowered her hand. 

“I see,” Mom said. “Ms. Calloway-”

“Please just call me Kate. Or Katherine.”

“Ms. Calloway,” Mom reiterated. “May I ask where you studied?”

Kate went stiff as a board. “Uh… CSU.”

“CSU?”

“Cal State,” Kate said, looking at the floor. “Northridge.”

“I see,” Mom repeated. “And you did graduate, yes?” 

Oh, Goddammit.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kate said. 

“Kate is a good engineer,” I said firmly.

“I never said she wasn’t,” Mom said. 

“She’s also the best bot driver I’ve ever known.”

“That’s what you said about Olivia,” Dad said. 

“She’s better than Olivia.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Kate said. 

“Take the compliment, babe,” I said, not looking back at her. 

“Oh… Okay,” she said nervously. 

“Fair enough,” Mom said. “I just hope you’re thinking things through when you listen to her advice. I know you’re dating her, but you’re also in competition with her.”

I flinched. That idea had been on my mind lately, and I’d been avoiding thinking about it… But the ideal situation was that Kate and Zeke and I all made it to the tournament, at which point there was a real chance of our rematch. My hands trembled, and I closed my eyes and choked out, “Look. You two are the best engineers I’ve ever met, and yeah, I’m biased because you’re my parents. But I still trust your judgment, just like you’re supposed to be trusting mine. Do you think this design will work against Jolly Roger, in your expert opinion?”

“I think so,” Dad said, squatting low and inspecting the installation work on the faceplate. 

“You mean it?” I said, his words a mild balm to the wound of my anxiety. 

“Yeah,” Dad said. “Like your mom said, there’s the balance issue to be concerned about, but given that you’re expecting to lose at least one of these drills during the course of the fight, it will hopefully make that less of a problem. My dear, what do you think?”

“I think it’s workable, though it’s not how I would have done this,” Mom said. 

I winced. “I know. But it’s how I’m doing it.”

Mom looked at me, long and hard, then at Dad, then at Kate and Zeke, before she finally sighed and said, “Then it’s good enough for me.”

The anxiety decreased in intensity, little by little. Maybe if it kept going like this, I wouldn’t be having a panic attack right before the fight. 

***

I started having a panic attack right before the fight. 

Zeke and I were in the pits, and I could feel it coming on, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Ice cold fear, biting at my chest and stomach, cranking up my pulse and freezing out rational thought. I stood in front of DG, opening and closing my hands. My parents were in the audience tonight. My parents and my brother. And they were trying, yes, and they wanted to be better than they’d been, yes, but they also at their core had tendencies towards being hyper-critical and judgemental, more than a bit condescending, and prone to getting hung up on what could go wrong. 

All of which were tendencies I’d inherited. So that certainly didn’t help. 

I blinked and realized Zeke was waving his hand in front of my face. “Hey. You still with us?” he asked, conjuring up that dorky, winning smile. 

“Yeah,” I said, trying to muster up a smile of my own. “Just, uh, got lost a second. Where’s Katie?”

“Getting interrogated by your brother,” Zeke said. 

“What?!”

“Kidding!” Zeke said with an awkward laugh. “Kidding. She’s running late, is all.”

“Don’t joke about that, please,” I said, scrunching my brow and poking his chest. 

Zeke grabbed my hand and gave me a twirl, and we waltzed a few rounds. The ice in my chest started to melt, fear and dread slowly evaporating with each step. Amazing. He hadn’t said anything, he’d just gone for it, and… It made me feel better right away. Seen. Heard. Taken care of.

Loved. 

My eyes bulged (heh, bulge) wide when that last word sounded inside my mind. I tried to push it away- it was too soon for that, we’d only been together a very short time, even if we’d been friends for years. I didn’t LOVE Zeke… 

… Did I?

I breathed in through my nose and concentrated on dancing, letting each step calm me further. Whatever words I wanted to apply to it, at the very least, Zeke made me feel very, very good, and that was what was important. 

Zeke cupped my chin and leaned in for a kiss, which I lovingly (don’t read into it) returned. “Better,” he smiled, his lips barely parted from mine.

“A bit,” I smiled. 

“Alright then,” he said. “Let’s do this thing.”

***

“AND IN THE RED SQUARE! THIS SHIP HAS SAILED THE SEVEN SEAS! IT’LL TAKE YOU AN WORLDWIDE VOYAGE AND SINK TO POSEIDON’S DEPTHS! THESE LADIES WILL MAKE YOU WALK THE PLANT AND BURY YOU WHERE X MARKS THE SPOT! IT’S… JOLLY ROGER!!!!”

Nia Westfield and Lenora Li stood at attention is their sailor uniforms alongside their additional three crewmates: Sasha Cunninghma, a statuesque blonde with guns of steel; Georgia Wilder, a medium-height black woman with long braids and longer legs; and Vera Quincy, a lean and short redhead with close-cropped hair. They were stoic pictures of feminine strength, and I was both very turned on by them and very afraid of them at the same time. 

We wheeled our bots in the box, and when we heard the ‘Robots! Activate!’ recording play, I punched the button and drove DG directly towards the enemy. 

Perhaps as a show of respect, JR did the same with us. 

We collided at the exact middle of the box. Drill met drill. 

Drill shattered drill. 

Our centerpiece drill was destroyed immediately, but so was their primary weapon. And we still had five more, all of which were penetrating the ship’s bow. I pushed DG forward against the massive weight of JR. JR shoved us around with its superior mass, but it just pushed our drills deeper and deeper in until cracks began to form in the wooden shell. Gurren chipped away at the enemies’ wheels while DG was shoved into the screws even as we shattered the wooden shell entirely and started digging into the metal interior. The screws, however, whittled away at us. 

“TEN SECONDS HAVE GONE BY- JOLLY ROGER HAS GOT TO LET DAI GURREN GO!” Derek yelled. 

“I DON’T KNOW IF SHE PHYSICALLY CAN, DEREK!” Marty countered. 

Indeed, she couldn’t. JR wheeled us out, and I tried to backtrack and get free, but we were stuck. 

Well, most of us, anyway. Gurren was busy taking out JR’s back tires. One was successfully destroyed, that just left the other one-

Only for JR to keep wheeling back and crush G under its weight. 

“No!” Zeke cried out as the minibot was broken beneath the battleship, a sickening crunch as the wheels popped off and the smaller parts were flattened. 

Up to me, then. 

Everyone was watching. My parents. My brother. My partners. The whole damn professional robot fighting community. With my shaking hands, I pushed forward. I breathed into it, and remembered what I was doing this for: love. Of my family. Of my relationships. Of engineering, and of this sport. It was a big word, a scary word, but… I was ready for it. 

I was ready to love myself. 

And I was ready to fucking win. 

I applied maximum velocity and drilled and drilled and drilled, only for JR to start turning and shaking. A metallic snapping sound shot out, and DG’s faceplate was torn off in a violent tug. 

“OH HELL NO! DAI GURREN HAS BEEN DE-FACED!” Marty cackled. 

Shit. Shit shit shit that was bad shit shit shit-

Wait a second. 

The faceplate was still drilled into the front of JR. The pirate ship’s weight was totally out of balance. And it was missing its back-left wheel. It could only go back-right. 

This would be tricky. Desperate. Probably wouldn’t work. But I needed to do this if I wanted to go to the playoffs. And I wasn’t doing it for my parents- at that moment, I didn’t care about living up to their expectations. I was doing it for me, and for Zeke, and hell, even for Katie. I wanted to prove her right. 

I did a lap around the box, letting JR position itself towards me. It was clearly planning on ramming me into the screws again. It was near the exact center of the battle box, just as the kill-saws were sprouting up. I found the appropriate angle, forty-five degrees on their right hand side, and floored it. I slammed into the side of the ship, at a small patch of exposed metal not taken up by my faceplate, kept going even upon impact. 

The ship tipped. 

Slowly, slowly, it tipped over, and landed on its back, directly onto the kill-saws. 

Its mast was devoured by the saws, and it was left on its side by the opposing force, unable to move. I didn’t give them a courtesy shove. I just started crying tears of relief as the countdown went by and my victory was announced. 

And just like that, I’d done it. I was going to the playoffs. Zeke looked too stunned to move, but I took him by the hand and guided both our respective index fingers towards a face in the crowd. Not to my family, as happy as I was not to have embarrassed myself in front of them. But to Katie. We both pointed, and then I drew my hand back and blew Katie a kiss. And Zeke did the same.

***

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Holiday Party - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter shows up at the Oscorp holiday party. Him and the reader fuck in a closet. Porn with minimal plot lol. Fluff to smut.

18+ MINORS D.N.I

CW: Language, unprotected sex, voyeurism, light degradation

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EARLIER THAT MORNING

“I have that Oscorp bullshit stupid Hoilday whatever….”

My phone call was interrupted by rude, wandering hands, a very threatening distraction. Imminent doom to a phone call I was actually enjoying. Love is a sickness.

“Good afternoon, Peter Parker.”

“G’morning” He mumbled back. I could tell he was holding back a yawn.

He held me to his chest, blinking at the sun out the window.

“I have to call you back, Jen. Bye…” I tossed the phone to the couch.

“You’re still sleepy?” I patted his face,”It’s already one in the afternoon, bugboy.”

“God..? Really?” He shook his head, “I haven’t slept like that in a long time.”

“I know,” I said, “You were out pretty late last night…”

“Saved New York City and you’re bitching at me for missing curfew.” He grumbled.

I spun around to see a sad, but adorable, frown. I couldn’t contain a giggle.

“You’re right and I’m sorry.” I rubbed his arm and gave his hand a little kiss, something he seemed to rather enjoy. “You’re very brave….” I said sultrily, garnering a waaay too proud look from Peter.  “The citizens of New York thank you!” I put my hand out like I was presenting some citizens watch award and laughed.

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up!” and pushed me away.

Next thing I knew, Peter was beginning to melt into the couch. I did the sensible thing and threw myself on top of him.

He grabbed my hips and lightly bit my shoulder, “My god lady! Get offa’ me.”

“Ha!” I bit right under his ear and he winced, “I’m your lady. Remember?”

He smiled against my cheek and pushed all the hair out of my face, huge hands holding my head like a basketball pulling me in closer and closer as he whispered, “Is that who you are?”

Peter kissed me, and it felt as though the sun rose a little higher and the birds chirped a little louder. I put my hands in his dark messy hair, “Can’t believe you forgot.” I teased.

The only thing better than seeing Peter’s smile was feeling it against my lips like in that moment, as we whispered in between desperate kisses. “Mhm…Needed a reminder.”

We were like that for awhile, kissing and giggling like time didn’t exist.

But alas, it did and ours had run out.

“You know if you’d just gotten up a little sooner, this actually coulda’ gone somewhere.” I motioned between us, or more at the amount of clothes between us. He caught on and instantly attached to my hip, hands tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I shrieked like a banshee.

“Peter!” I laughed, “You’re too late. I have to go to the library and get some schoolwork done if I have to go to this Oscorp Holiday thing by 7.”

I walked away and started to collect my things, “I still don’t fucking get why they don’t just cancel this thing! It was supposed to happen two weeks ago.”

“Yeah I agree. The six days in between Christmas and New Year’s is an awkward time for a corporate holiday party.”

I nodded, “I agree, Mr. Parker. I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He smiled, “I’ll swing by after your party.”

----

I’d been sipping on the same glass of bubbly champagne that I couldn’t afford nor pronounce all night. Unlike the party, it was beginning to get flat. Loud music could be heard reverberating from the walls to the floor, along with the unmistakable chatter of very smart, rich and important people having conversations that would be recalled in TedTalks. There were beautiful women in long, glamorous dresses and men in perfectly fitting suits and diamond watches in every corner of the biggest penthouse I’d ever been in. This party was being held for the best and brightest at Oscorp, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel slightly out of place. That being said, I did my best to hide it and so far, I think I’d done a decent job at making it seem like I actually belonged here.

My nerves were just beginning to settle, that is…until he appeared. I caught him hovering over my shoulder in an instant. “Peter!” I shrieked, covering my own mouth upon the realization I was way too loud.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I got up and began to lead him to anywhere that was not surrounded by my bosses and their colleagues. The first thing I found was a closet in a–what I hoped was secluded–hallway.

“You can’t…You can’t fucking be here!” I whisper-shouted, shoving him in and closing the door after stepping inside. “I know,” his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, “I know.” He shook his head, “But I had to come see you.”

“What? Why?” I asked him. I noticed the look of concern in his eyes, “Peter, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

“No.” He could see the doubt in my eyes,

“Baby, nothing is wrong, I promise, I just…” He shut himself up with a kiss. I wasn’t mad about it.

I wanted to push him off. Push him off and make him spill it. Why was he here?

But as soon as his lips met mine, for the first time all night my head was empty. No thoughts. No worries. Just fuzzy, warm, welcomed emptiness. Kissing him felt like drinking an entire glass of champagne in one sip. It made me dizzy.

“You look so beautiful.” He mumbled against my collarbone, peppering it with kisses.

“Are you trying to impress one of your bosses? Is It Dr. H from the Biotech wing, ‘cause I could knock that guy the hell out.” I let out a loud laugh, but Peter swiftly cut me off with another kiss.

“Shhhh…” He whispered, “You can’t get us caught already..”

“Oh my god!” I whisper-shouted, “That is so not happening.”

He was already back under my chin, this time sucking and biting on my neck. Another threatening distraction. “What’s not happening?”

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting out a weak, “This.”

He was leaving marks on my neck we both knew I’d have to scold him about after.

I let open the top buttons of my dress, leaving me in just a bra, and Peter with a great view.

"Wow."

“Peter,” I grabbed his hair, “Fuck me.”

He obliged quickly, crashing his lips to mine in a desperate frenzy of whatever this little escapade was fueled by.

Despite the obscene location, I’d never wanted him more badly in my life and I think he could tell. “Turn around.” He said, grabbing my elbows and forcing me around, facing the wall. The sheer ease he moved me with was exciting. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head, “Just….please.” I let out, wiggling my hips closer to him. I felt his large hand make its way to the small of my back as another landed in the crook of my neck.

“Please what?” He planted a kiss on my shoulder and hiked up my dress. “Come on baby, please what?”

My ass was pressing right against him, and I could feel the stiffness in his pants. Why did he continuously choose to prolong this and torture us both?

“Jesus!” I whined “Fuck me already, Peter.”

“Here?” He teased, “Are you serious?”

“Shut your-” Peter didn’t let me finish, silencing me with a finger sliding under my panties, rubbing up and down, like he was admiring his work.

“You’re so wet..” He muttered, dipping a finger inside.

I shuddered at the initial intrusion, but my body soon welcomed the pleasure of his soft strokes. “So pretty….so perfect.”

I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and shuffling.

I wasn’t ready for his shove against the cold wall, and while I should’ve been startled by it, I was only further turned on. His grip on my shoulder got tighter and another hand wrapped around my underside, holding me in perfect place.

I felt myself slowly start to stretch as he entered me, it was satisfying to feel full once he was fully inside.

“Fuck..” He groaned, “Feel so good, sweetheart.”

His initial, usually slow, calm, cool, and collected thrusts were became a thing of the past.

“Shit!” I cursed, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hips were moving faster and I could do nothing but take it.

“Shut up.” He traded the hold on my shoulder to wrap around my mouth and stifle my whines and pants that were starting to get dangerously loud. “You want everyone to know the smartest girl at Oscorp is also a fucking slut?”

I whimpered against his hand, getting closer every time he pulled out just to slam himself into me again harder than the time before. His hand dropped from my mouth and to under us, rubbing small circles on my clit.

“Peter,” I heaved for air, “‘M gonna c-cum.”

I mewled into my own hand as Peter took me with no regard for the world outside our closet.

“Do it baby,” He said, “My god, come all over——-–Fuck!”

Both his hands fell at my hips, holding me tighter in place as he fucked into me over and over again and we both reached our peaks, “Shiiiiit!” I moaned, tightening around Peter as I came. I felt him follow shortly after, with thrusts so hard my entire body shook.

He sighed and put himself away, reaching out and pulling me into a hug as I shimmied my underwear back up my legs.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

[mandrathekandra]

Excited for ren faire…

The cloak is finally done. I still contend that it is one of the least practical articles of clothing ever imagined but it is surprisingly enveloping in a comforting way. I am safe in my amorphous blob of waving tassels. Fear me.

It was a long and interesting process but I’m happy with it.

If I can get good photos at ren faire when I’m all dressed up maybe I’ll share. It does look better worn, but I am unsure of sharing pictures of myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Doesn’t look as great laying on the floor but here is the full cloak

It has both a collar and a (very large and dramatic) hood. The solid mantle extends down the ribcage and then rises to end just above the elbow so you are free to shove you arms through the tassels and move easily. The tassels are two inches wide and are arranged in two layers alternating like roofing shingles. They reach a little lower than mid calf when worn.

I love the movement of the tassels how they curl and flutter. The fabric is light enough to flutter in the wind but solid enough to remain a cohesive cloak. I’m hoping to add some mist-cloud embroidery to the mantle but I’m on a time crunch

This was probably a bit much for a first time sewing project but I always tend to throw myself in the deep end.

Things I taught myself during this project:

How to dye fabric

How to draft a pattern from scratch

How to sew the pieces together

Materials used for cloak:

Two $10 curtains from target

Black fabric dye (didn’t work that well)

Black fabric paint + 2 cartridges of waterproof pen ink (worked better than the dye lol)

Misc thread and buttons

Fray check glue on all the edges of the tassels because you can’t pay me to do that much hemming

In the end I think I’m happy with my first ever cosplay! As with any large project I am left tired, both proud of what I accomplished and regretful of the mistakes I made. I can’t wait for ren faire

[purple-babygirl]

you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

~

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

~

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

~

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

~

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

~

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

~

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

[storiesforallfandoms]

i don’t need your help ~ jace herondale;shadowhunters

word count: 2524

request?: yes!

“Alec Lightwood or Jace Herondale (either one works) smut? If you're comfortable with writing for shadowhunters, ofc <3″

description: after a run in with a demon that almost turns bad, a fight between her and one of her fellow shadowhunters turns into something so much more

pairing: jace herondale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, smut

masterlist (one, two)

Izzy helped me limp into the Institute, my body feeling run down and exhausted already. She laid me down on a bed and it took me a moment to register that it was my own bed. I was aching all over, but I tried to keep a brave face. At least, I thought I was keeping a brave face. For all I knew I was sobbing like a baby.

“I’ll get my stele,” she told me. “Just...just stay awake, okay?”

I tried to respond but it came out as a pained moan instead. Izzy quickly raced from my room to her own. I could hear her in the distance furiously looking for here stele. I tried to stay awake but my eyes were starting to grow heavy and my head was lulling back against the pillow under me. The thought of drifting off into unconsciousness felt like the best idea I had ever had in that moment.

I heard someone at the door and thought it was Izzy coming back. When I looked up, I saw it was Jace standing in my doorway. His face was pale and he was staring at me in horror. I could only imagine how awful I looked.

“(Y/N),” he breathed. He quickly raced to my side and pulled his stele out. “What the hell happened to you?”

“She had a run in with a demon while she was alone,” Izzy responded, appearing at Jace’s side. “I got there just in time. Can you help me draw healing ruins? She’s going to need a few.”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

The slight burn of Jace’s stele touching my arm caused me to let out a yelp of pain. He looked at me with sympathy as he continued to draw the healing Rune. Izzy moved to my other side and started drawing a Rune there too. It hurt as they were drawing them, but I felt a numbness wash over my body as the Rune started to take effect.

Jace started to stroke my hair after drawing another ruin on me. He looked down at me, his face full of concern. “Rest while the ruins do their work, (Y/N).”

Getting Jace’s permission to finally rest felt like a blessing, and within seconds I was passed out.

~~~~~~

I wasn’t sure how long I was out. When I woke up again, my head still felt heavy and my vision was spinning a little. I tried to lift my head to look around, but it felt like someone had poured nails into my head and shaken it. I groaned and laid back down again, raising my hand to put it on my forehead. I realized then that the pain had completely left my body, except for the headache I had, and I felt good as new again.

“How long have I been out?” I asked, turning my head to see who had stayed with me while I was unconscious. I knew either Jace or Izzy had. They weren’t going to leave me when I was in such rough condition.

Through the slight darkness of my room, I could make out the figure sitting down as Jace. I was slightly shocked to see that Jace was the one who had stayed. Despite his caring and concerned nature when Izzy had first brought me home, the two of us weren’t exactly close. We didn’t hate each other or anything, but we were constantly fighting and he irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t think his kindness would extend to staying with me while I was unconscious.

“A few hours,” he responded. “It’s 2am now, you got back around 8 or 9pm I think.”

I groaned. “I definitely feel like I’ve been out for five or six hours.”

“What were you thinking?” Jace questioned, rising from his seat. “Facing a demon alone? You were lucky that Izzy had known where you were or else you definitely wouldn’t have been feeling as good as you do now.”

“Thanks for that, Captain Obvious,” I muttered. “For your information, I didn’t go out with the intentions of facing a demon alone. I was just out and I got cornered by a demon that knew I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn’t expecting it and it got the jump on me.”

“You shouldn’t have gone out on your own at all. You know the dangers of being caught are high, especially when you can be spotted at any time by a demon.”

I braced myself as I sat up, the pounding feeling in my head intensifying for just a moment, before slowly numbing again.

“I can’t stay cooped up here forever, Jace,” I retorted. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Obviously you’re not or else you wouldn’t have been on death’s doorstep when you got back here.”

“I was not on death’s doorstep. Izzy found me in time, but even if she hadn’t I would’ve been fine.”

“You didn’t look fine.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Listen Jace, I appreciate this...concern you have for me, but I’m fine. I don’t need this lecture, I don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t actually like me all that much, so you don’t need to continue this caring act, or the lecture. I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”

The tension hung in the air. I expected Jace to walk away and to finally leave me alone. You can imagine my shock when he approached me suddenly, putting one hand behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss.

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond to it. I thought for a second that Jace had gone insane, that maybe some Downworlder had scrambled his brain or something. There was no way in Hell that Jace Herondale would willingly kiss me. I was just a torn in his side, and he was one in mine.

But something just felt right about the kiss. His rough hands were gentle as one cupped the back of my neck while the other was wrapped around my waist. He pulled me forward to the edge of the bed, nudging my legs open so he could stand between them. My hands were gripping the t-shirt he was wearing, taking in every last bit of him that I could.

I felt myself laying back on my bed against, Jace’s hand still under my head. He moved with me, hovering over me as our lips moved perfectly in sync with one another. His other hand slipped under my shirt, softly trailing up my side until he reached my bra. We broke away from the kiss just long enough for Jace to pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra in one swift motion.

He looked down at me, his beautiful different colored eyes soft but full of lust. He gently ran his fingers over my cheek before pressing his lips against mine once more, then moving to start kissing cheek, my jaw, my neck. His lips hovered a moment over the fresh Runes that he and Izzy had drawn on my skin. When he pressed a kiss against them, it almost felt like he was soothing the slight burn that was still there. He continued to gently brush his lips over the white scars left behind from other Runes that had been drawn on my skin for years.

My head fell back against the pillow underneath me as Jace’s lips continued to kiss down my chest and stomach, stopping just above the hem of my jeans. He looked up at me, waiting for permission. When I nodded, he made quick work of pulling my jeans and panties off at one time. He pressed another light kiss just above m aching core before diving in with his tongue.

I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. Of course, being a Shadowhunter doesn’t mean you never have sex. Quite the opposite, really. All four of us in the Institution were no strangers to sex. But this...this was a feeling of pleasure beyond what I had ever experienced before. I blamed the fact that I had only ever had sex with Mundane men before now.

I ran a hand through Jace’s hair and grabbed hold of it. The action caused him to moan against me, the vibrations running through my body.

He lifted his head for air, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he lightly played with my clit.

“I can’t describe how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, placing gentle kisses against my stomach again.

“You have a weird way of sh - oh  - owing it,” I said, trying to tease him through the pleasure he was giving me.

He smiled in response and moved his hand away. I whimpered from the lack of contact, an action I wasn’t too proud of afterwards but in the moment I could care less.

Jace kissed my lips again, the taste of my arousal on his lips and tongue. It turned me on even more and I just wanted to have him inside of me.

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He looked impressed by my action. I ran my hands down his still clothed chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

“I hardly think it’s far that you’re still dressed while I’m completely naked,” I said.

“Well, we can fix that,” he responded.

I made quick work of taking his clothes off, discarding them somewhere on the floor with my own. When I pulled his boxers down, I audibly gasped at his length. He chuckled at my reaction. “Surprised?”

“Surprised that my fantasies were true,” I responded.

Jace raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

I took him in my hand and started to slowly stroke him. A breathy gasp escaped from his mouth as he fell completely helpless to my touch.

“It’s hard not to sometimes,” I admitted. “When you’re walking around here in your tight clothes, or with no shirt on. You’re so confident and cocky, it’s hard not to imagine what you’d be like in bed.”

“You finally have the real me here,” he said. “Why not make those fantasies a reality?”

He didn’t have to asked twice.

I spit onto the head of his dick, using my hand to spread it all over him before lining him up with my entrance. The moment his tip slipped inside of me, we both moaned in pleasure and relief. So much built up tension between us, sexual and otherwise, finally being released.

I slowly sat myself down on him, taking in every inch. His hands found their way to my hips, his fingers digging in so harshly that I was sure I’d have bruises there. Once I had adjusted to his size, he started rocking my hips against him, the friction starting to build between us.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as I took over rocking my hips. He looked into my eyes, his mouth partially open as moans and whimpers escaped from his lips. Even with these small movements he was hitting a spot inside of me that I had never felt before. I was almost sure I’d orgasm within seconds.

Jace sat up then, wrapping one arm around my waist while planting the other one on the bed behind him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to thrust up into me. The motions were rougher and faster, hitting that spot inside of me with a force I hadn’t felt before. I buried my head in Jace’s shoulder, trying to muffle my moans as I remembered there were two other people living in the Institution.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Fuck Jace,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I might...I might...”

“What are you gonna do, princess?”

Fuck! And a pet name, too? I was putty in his hands.

I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My climax built up quick and hit me before I was even ready for it. I moaned Jace’s name against his shoulder as I felt myself clenching around him, a warm sensation running through my body.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me,” I whispered. “Please, Jace.”

He threw his head back and groaned as I felt him finish inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, which was almost enough to make me orgasm again.

Jace fell backwards onto the bed, taking me with him. I giggled as I settled against his chest, still wrapped around his softening member. I could stay like that for hours if Jace wanted to.

“Maybe I should get attacked by demons more often,” I mumbled to myself.

Jace tensed under me. “I would much rather if you didn’t.”

I moved my head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Relax, I was only joking. I meant what I said earlier, Jace, I can handle demons on my own.”

He relaxed again, starting to trace his fingers up and down my back. “I know you can. I shouldn’t have overreacted earlier. I’m sorry.”

Normally I’d make some quip about him apologizing, but some things were starting to add up in my head. “You were always hounding me and shit because you were worried for me.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jace responded anyways. “Yeah. I...I just never wanted you to get hurt.”

“Jace, I’m a Shadowhunter just like you. I’ve faced numerous Downworlders before, both by myself and with you guys. I can take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m well aware of that. I’ve always been impressed with your fighting skills. It’s just...I care for you in a way that I’ve never cared for someone before. I always worry when you’re out with Izzy or Alec or anyone who isn’t me because I’m afraid of the day that...maybe you don’t come back. When I saw you earlier today...I was so terrified that I was actually going to lose you.”

I propped myself up a bit to take Jace’s face in my hands. “I appreciate how much you care, but you have to have faith in me, Jace. This is the first time I’ve seriously been injured while fighting a Downworlder, and I promise you it’ll be the last time too.”

Jace nodded. I smiled a little and leaned down to kiss him again. I finally decided to untangle myself from him, although I felt empty without him inside of me. I laid down next to him, feeling sleepy from our earlier activities.

My eyes were starting to close when Jace said, “Hey (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should close the door next time we decide to have sex.”

My eyes popped open to see that my bedroom door was wide open. I hadn’t noticed that earlier, what with being...“preoccupied” and all. I groaned and buried my face in Jace’s chest as he laughed.

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[honeytae]

I liked your performance better.

happy wednesday, my loves! ooh do i have some filth for you...just take a peek at the warnings. in my defense, i wrote this based on Soowoozoo!Hoseok because…he really did something to me. i hope you all enjoy and as always, let me know your thots thoughts :)

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: needy!reader x smug! hoseok, heavy petting and kissing, a slight mention of exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM), penetrative sex in a public place, katoptronophilia (getting off on sex in front of a mirror), a brief blowjob, deepthroating & mouthfucking, hoseok is really vocal and might just get you into some trouble…

word count: 2.3k

Jung Hoseok was insane. He had to be.

Between his freshly bleached platinum hair, barely buttoned shirt, and tight shorts revealing built thighs and long legs that seemed to go on for days, by the boys ending ments you were absolutely ready to lose your mind, restless on the sofa he’d left you on to watch the performances off the television in his dressing room. 

Fidgeting on the cushions, you sat up with a start when you heard the crowd of rowdy men approaching the hall, practically flying off the couch and running out into the corridor to briefly greet the group before running into your man’s arms. 

Hoseok’s face lifted in a display of shocked amusement at your sudden launch at him, intercepting your frame with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his torso. 

“I-hey! What’s up, angel?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion yet mouth spread in a wide smile at your greeting.

“Just proud of you, Sunshine.” You murmured, your boyfriend’s face softening at your words, squeezing you to him appreciatively.

“Thank you.” He whispered, you humming in response as the other men’s voices faded in the background, seemingly making their way down the hallway to the food awaiting them. 

Staring at each other for a moment, you exhaled as Hoseok’s eyes flitted down to your lips, his own mouth quirking up when yours. Tipping his head to the side, he eagerly pressed his mouth to yours, leaving chaste kisses that faded in length each time. 

Settling your hands on his shoulders, you gripped his biceps for some kind of balance, his mouth always having a dizzying effect on you no matter what the circumstances. 

“You did amazing, Hobi.” You mumbled against him, wanting to drill that very fact into his mind to boost his confidence. As expected, the man blushed with a nervous giggle, making you smile at how easy it was to get him flustered. 

“Yah, stop it.” He smiled, dipping down to press another kiss to your lips and pulling away, humming when you guided him back to you by his cheek. 

“Babe- mm.” 

This time, the kiss was much needier, tongue entering his mouth with a press of the muscle against his bottom lip as he moaned in surprise at the fervor you met him with. 

Turning your bodies so that he could guide you back to his private dressing room, he gripped your hips as he walked forward, you following his lead and blindly going backwards as your lips melded with his over and over again. 

Finally reaching the room, he reached behind you without disconnecting your mouths, shoving the door open and pushing you inside before hastily shutting it behind him, making sure to latch the lock. 

Spreading your arms for him to walk into, you smiled as he followed along, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed his chest to yours. 

“Didn’t know exhibitionism was a thing of yours.” He joked, leaning his forehead against your own with a grin as you laughed. 

“Hm. Nobody was around, Sunshine. Not that I could hold myself back any longer, anyway.” You shrugged, the man’s cheeks heating instantly at your words and the tone you spoke them with. 

“Is that right?” He asked, squeezing your love handles with his palms before letting his hands trail down to cup your ass. 

His touch practically had you purring in delight, fingers sinking into your plush flesh with an appreciative hum that automatically had your heart pumping harder in your chest.

“Mhm. You try sitting back here and watching your sexy self perform. I mean, fuck, Hobi. I think you’re just out to get me.” You sighed, tipping your head to the side as Hoseok began trailing kisses down from your jaw to your neck, peppering his lips against the skin with a smile you could feel, but not see. 

“I’m glad I have that effect on you, love.” He replied coolly, making you scoff under your breath as he tucked his finger beneath the neckline of your shirt, puckering his lips against your collarbone. 

“You’re so modest.” You said, gasping when his teeth playfully bit down on your skin as he backed you toward the wrap around sofa in the center of his dressing room, bypassing the racks of clothing lined up for his precious performances. 

“Hm, you have that effect on me. Just happy it’s mutual.” He murmured, wet purses of his lips along the skin of your neck interrupting his words, your fingers digging into his shoulders at both his actions and his words.

“Seokie,” you whined, “please fuck me.”

Eyes nearly popping out of his head at your urgent request, Hoseok did little to conceal the tent in his pants, pulling you flush to him as he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Here?” He asked, sounding genuinely surprised at how low your standards had become. He was sweaty and disgusting, and his dressing room wasn’t faring much better. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic or even remotely sexy of venues.

“Are you really turning me down right now?” You raised your own brows above your widened eyes, the man flicking his gaze over to the door as he sighed out a breath. 

“Well-”

“Well?” You cut him off at the single word, pouting a bit at the rejection before Hoseok pinched at your bottom lip to stick it back into its original place. He leaned in to kiss you once more, soothingly stroking up and down your bicep as you continued to frown at him.

“Well, it’s not exactly the most romantic of locations-“

“Since when do you care about the amount of romance in a location? Didn’t we just have sex in a food closet last week? Or maybe I’m remembering wrong-”

Cutting you off with a heated kiss, one that stole your breath momentarily as his tongue immediately swept into your mouth in a hot and needy act, he stepped forward to guide your body backwards.

“Fine, I’m not gonna be one to argue this. Take your pants off.” He ordered breathily, an obvious strain in his voice from the torturous build-up between his legs, watching as you did as told with a happy pep in your moves. 

The sight made his heart swell a bit, lifting his own shirt above his head before he reached for the hem of your own, dragging it up over your face to pull you flush to him again, chests touching each other as he leaned in to kiss you. 

While still passionate, this kiss was albeit a bit subdued, more loving than needy and more passionate than the earlier greediness that was present from both sides. His velvety lips, slightly chapped from his day in the sun, worked over yours deliciously, your fingers grasping at his biceps to hold onto anything for the sake of your sanity. 

Humming into his mouth as you felt his hand trail down your torso, you leaned further into him as he caressed your curves, squeezing at the flesh of your ass with one hand and letting his other slip between your thighs. 

“Hoseok,” you gasped as his finger pad made contact with your clit, whine emanating from the back of your throat as he increased the pressure upon the swollen bud.

Swearing into your mouth, he moved his fingers down your slit, prodding two fingers into your entrance, humming at the slick dripping down the length of his fingers.

“Hobi.” You whimpered as he scissored his pointer and middle fingers inside of you, spreading you open with a hum as your fingernails pressed into his arm, crescent shapes embedding in his skin. 

“Please, Hobi.” You begged, rocking your hips to the pace of his thrusts, chasing your orgasm as you desperately palmed over his hard length. 

“Ugh, fuck.”

Yelping as your man suddenly spun you around in his arms, you giggled as he pressed your back to his front and bent you over the makeup counter, giving himself a few preparatory strokes between your legs. 

“I wanted to touch you.” You pouted, Hoseok chuckling a bit before dipping down to press a kiss to the top of your spine.

“Next time, baby.”

Delicate fingers traced over your back as he settled your chest onto the table, sweeping your hair all over to one side as you laid your cheek down, spreading your feet wider apart on the ground in a beckon for Hoseok’s throbbing cock. 

After a few moments of him not making any initiating moves, you looked back with a whine, the man coming down to chuckle in your ear and pucker his lips behind your lobe. Shivering as he took it between his teeth, your legs gave out when he unexpectedly began swiping the bulbous head of his cock through your folds, humming when it made circles around your clit. 

“Fu-uck.” Hoseok breathed out as he plunged bare into your entrance, his voice catching in his throat as he felt your warm walls finally wrap around him, the feeling everything and more than what he was envisioning throughout the show. 

You weren’t doing much better at keeping your composure for the sake of your surroundings, fingers grasping the table for stability as your boyfriend began rocking his hips into yours. 

Glass bottles of makeup clashed against each other with each and every movement, Hoseok’s thrusts growing harsher as he tipped his head back with a groan. 

“Babe, open your eyes.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before moaning against it as your walls clamped around his twitching cock. 

Following instruction, you peeled your glazed over eyes open to meet his own dark pair in the mirror’s reflection, the sight nearly causing your eyes to roll back into your head. 

His skin was glistening with sweat again just how it’d been while he was performing, but now he had a completely different look on his face. His eyes hooded, narrowed and completely taken over by lust, mouth parted to let moans freely spill out, pure ecstasy written into every feature. 

“Fuck, baby. You see that? See how beautiful you are? How sexy?” He grunted, each question starting and ending with a rough thrust that had the mirror on the vanity banging into the wall behind it. 

“H-hobi,” you moaned as you watched your wrecked selves in the mirror, closing your eyes when his thrusts picked up depth.

He slid in and out of your pussy with embarrassing ease, wet noises resulting from his thrusts making both of you groan collectively.

Soon the only sound in the room, and the near vicinity of the concert hall, was your moans and the slapping of skin against skin, your ass beginning to sting with the repetitive impact from Hoseok’s pelvis. 

Your core was beginning to get that familiar fizzling feeling as the head of his cock bumped your cervix, whimpers increasing as your boyfriend leaned down to press kisses onto your neck. 

“Sh-shit, I love you.” He breathed as your walls twitched around his length, oxygen stuttering in his throat at the feeling. 

“Hoseok.” You whined, jaw dropping as his finger made connection with your neglected clit, rubbing it in concentrated circles to ensure your release.

Slamming your hand down on the table to grip onto the edge, you let many inaudible words slip out of your mouth as you suddenly released on Hoseok’s cock. 

The man groaned at the feeling, slowing his pumps in an attempt at being careful to exclude any overstimulation. 

The action only made you whine as you pushed your hips back on him, wanting to feel him lose everything as you just had even in your foggy state of mind. 

When all you got was a “you okay?,” you just rolled your eyes, pulling away from the man to let his dick drop from your entrance and face him, immediately dropping to your knees before he could utter a word. 

“Wh-what are you, oh fuck.” He moaned as you quickly took his throbbing cock into your mouth, watching you as you sunk down his throbbing length until he tapped at the back of your throat, initiating a small cough before you adjusted to the feeling. 

He was definitely a tight fit in your mouth, as Hoseok was most likely about to blow his load with the size of him right now, but he fit snug in the back of your throat, sucking a hiss through his teeth as you swallowed around his cockhead. 

“Baby, can I?” He asked, looking down at you with scrunched eyebrows and a curled lip, chest heaving as you swallowed around him again. 

You nearly chuckled at the question, always asked out of consideration despite you both knowing it would always be an affirmative answer from you.

“Mhmm,” You hummed for his benefit, and the fact that your entire mouth was already occupied, the vibration making Hoseok let out another loud moan before slapping a hand over his mouth. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” He chuckled after a moment of silence outside the door, you humming again with a smirk as he repeated the loud sound you’d heard previously. 

“Mm, shit.” He swore, letting his hands travel down to land on the back of your head, both supporting and controlling you as he began pumping his hips into your hot mouth, face scrunched in ecstasy.

You mostly let him do as he pleased, only making a move to lick at his slit when his mushroom head slipped from your tongue. 

“Oh god.” He rolled his head back to look at the ceiling, sweaty neck fully visible as he put his last few strokes into your hollowed cheeks, increasingly weak before his cum painted your tongue, long, tangy ropes making it down your throat as well. 

Popping off of his softening length in pride, you rose to a stand in front of the heavily breathing man, brushing his wet hair back from his forehead with a hand before reaching out for you with an exasperated laugh. 

“I liked your performance better. You’re fucking unreal.” 

Quirking a smile at his breathy words, you leaned forward to press a rather gentle kiss to his lips, resting your hand on his chest with a grin as he cemented you close to him with a hand on your spine. 

“So are you. I’m so proud.” You said genuinely, tone softer than when you’d told him earlier, now without the fiending need to jump his bones. 

The look in Hoseok’s eyes told you that was everything and more that he needed to hear, smiling wide before kissing your lips once again. 

“Thank you, angel.” 

A few peaceful moments passed before you suddenly pulled back from your man, widened eyes catching his attention as he rubbed his fingers over your forearm. 

“What is it?” He asked, following your gaze as you looked over at the door of his dressing room. 

“Do you think they heard us?” You asked fearfully, only remembering now that the backstage space wasn’t huge at this venue, and the other six guys along with all the staff were bound to have heard the noises resulting from your activities. 

Hoseok was quiet for a moment, seemingly debating how to handle the situation before he turned to you with a sigh. 

“I think we should sneak out the back door.”

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Love Story

For the anon who asked : i don’t know if you like ts but with her releasing a new version of “love story” it’d be so cute to see how you’d write a fic about the song 🥺 maybe malfoy reader x harry ?? i think that’d be a good fit

Harry Potter x Malfoy!Reader

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

“The name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and this is my sister, Y/N Malfoy,” The pale blonde boy extended his hand to Harry, and he neglected to take it, but he couldn’t help but to look at the pretty girl behind him, who seemed annoyed by her brother antics. “You must be a Weasley,” He sneered at Harry’s new friend, “Red hair, and hand-me-down robes.” The girl rolled her eyes, tugging her brother by the back of his cloak. 

“Knock it off, Draco,” She warned, and he glared at her before turning to Harry again. 

“You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter,” Harry glanced at the girl again, and she met his eye, smiling slightly from behind her brother. He lifted one corner of his lips in response, and Draco glanced from him to his sister over his shoulder before glaring at Harry again, “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” 

“I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,” Harry responded, ignoring the outstretched hand again. He glanced at the girl again who was smirking, eyes twinkling in the candlelight. 

“That went well,” She laughed as her brother turned back to her and the other kids they were standing with. 

“Shut up, Y/N,” When you laughed, Harry couldn’t help but to smile slightly himself, you had a nice laugh, how you were related to that goon he would never know. And it was a question he would continue to ask himself time after time as the years passed and Draco became even more of a git and you became.. Well.. even more wonderful in Harry’s eyes. 

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

Harry sat dejectedly alone on the outskirts of the Yule Ball, playing with the hem of his dressing gown. He wouldn’t have come if he didn’t have to, and now his date had ditched him. In her defense, he was a lousy date. He didn’t want to dance, and he wasn’t in a very fun mood. Then he saw you, and his heart nearly fell out of his chest. You looked beautiful, and the crowd seemed to part for you as you walked. Not walked, glided. Your dress was stunning, all sparkles and flowy, you looked angelic. And you were coming towards him. 

“Hello, Harry,” You greeted him, you cheeks were flushed from dancing and laughing, and he found himself wishing he was the one to make you laugh. 

“H-Hello, Y/N.” 

“Alright?” You asked, sitting in the empty chair beside him. You had spoken over the years at Hogwarts, you had too, it was a small school and you had plenty of classes together. But you had never sought him out for a conversation before. He opened his mouth a few times before shrugging his shoulders, looking down at his feet. 

“Alright,” He assured, “Balls aren’t really my thing, I suppose.” You nodded understandingly, smiling at him and he felt his cheeks heat up and his hands went clammy. 

“I understand, they’re usually rotten. My mother throws a lot of them, but this is actually fun.” You assured, “You should dance,” Harry blushed deeper and shook his head, pushing his glasses up on his nose when they slid down. 

“I’m not a dancer,” You laughed and he smiled softly. You were so beautiful when you laughed. How you and Malfoy were related was beyond him. 

“Suit yourself,” You grinned, getting up from the seat beside him. He wanted to say something witty, something that would make you want to stay and talk to him, but nothing came out. “See you around, Harry,” And like that you were gone, walking on clouds back towards the dancefloor, and Harry was alone again with his thoughts. 

After that night though, things were slightly different. When you saw him you would smile, and say hello to him, even sometimes in front of your brother, and Harry would say hello back. You talked more, even if it was just small talk during classes or when you passed each other in the corridor. But Harry treasured those moments more than he cared to admit. 

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

“I heard you’ve made a friend,” Your father sneered, eyes not lifting from the Daily Prophet. You glanced at your brother who had the decency to look down at his lap. 

“Who?” You asked, playing dumb, but you knew who he was talking about. 

“Potter,” You father spat out, glancing at you from above the paper, “I don’t want you anywhere near that boy,” 

“We’re hardly friends, father,” You rolled your eyes when he went back to reading and shot a dirty look Draco’s way. 

“I don’t care what you call it. I don’t want you having anything to do with Harry Potter, that is an order.” You got up from the table, leaving your dinner untouched as you marched past your family towards the stairs, mumbling under your breath. “What was that?” Your father called after you but you kept walking. He couldn’t tell you what to do. 

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

You cornered Harry in the corridor one day after class, hands on your hips. He looked at you worriedly. 

“Yes?” 

“I want to join Dumbledore’s Army.” You stated, hands still firmly on your hips. His eyes widened. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Cut the crap,” You rolled your eyes, “Everyone has heard the rumors. I want to join.” He looked at you sketically. 

“Why?” You blinked a few times and your hands dropped from your hips, but you maintained eye contact with the boy. 

“Same reason you started it, I want to be prepared. I know.. I know he’s back.” Harry looked at you nervously, “And I need to do my part.” He considered your words for a moment. He could tell you were genuine, he just knew.

“Can I show you something?” You nodded your head and Harry turned, walking down the corridor, and you followed him. He led you to the 5th floor and to an empty expanse of stone wall. You both stopped walking and you looked up at Harry raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You wanted to show me, a wall?” You asked and the boy chuckled. 

“No, well, yes, but watch.” So you watched, and suddenly a door materialized in front of you. You let out a gasp, stepping back in surprise, Harry smiled at you before stepping forward and opening the door, gesturing for you to go inside. Once you did you were met with a grand room, there was an area for practicing spells and a giant fireplace on the far wall, closer to you was a board with spells and tactics written out, along with a picture. You stepped up to the board and looked it over, they were learning some advanced magic. Harry stepped up beside you as you kept looking it over. You got to the picture and glanced at him. 

“Who are they?” You asked quietly.

“They called themselves the Order of the Phoenix.” He explained, pointing to two people in the picture, “My parents, and a bunch of other wizards banded together in order to fight Voldemort in the first war.” You winced at the name but nodded, taking a closer look at the picture. 

“And now you’re following in their footsteps.” He shrugged slightly and you smiled up at the boy, “They would be proud Harry.” 

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

Hiding the DA meetings from Draco was easier than you thought it would be, mostly because he was so caught up in his own troubles. Namely, finding the DA for Umbridge. He didn’t even notice you were barely around anymore. 

You received an owl one evening while you were reading in your dormroom, and you let the bird in, taking the rolled up parchment from it’s foot before letting it out again. 

Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch, 12am. 

Harry

You smiled at the note, tucking it into the book and checking the time. Only ten. You and Harry had been spending a lot of time together in secret, away from your brother’s prying eyes. You were becoming close, and when you were around him you felt safe and seen for the first time in your life. 

Once all your dormmates were asleep, you got dressed in silence and snuck out of the room, down through the common room, and through the castle. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked through the dark grounds in the direction of the pitch. You finally got there and looked around for the boy in question. 

“Y/N, over here!” He called in a loud whisper and you turned your head, seeing him sitting under the seats of the pitch. You smiled and went to him, plopping down beside him. 

“Hiya, Harry,” You greeted him, shivering slightly, he looked you over before shrugging his cloak off, handing it over to you, “Oh, you don’t have to do that, you’ll get cold.” You argued, but he insisted so you took it, wrapping it around yourself. “What’s up?” 

“I just missed you, I wanted to see you,” He admitted and you felt your cheeks go rosy, you hoped he wouldn’t notice with the cold. 

“I’ve missed you too,” You admitted, smiling softly. Harry fidgeted nervously before leaning over to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. You blushed deeper and looked down at your lap. 

“I wanted to tell you something,” He spoke gently and you glanced up again. 

“Yes?” 

“Y/N,” He started, messing up his own locks, “I just.. I really like you, is all.” He looked down again, “Sorry if that makes things weird.” You sat for a moment and let his words sink in before you leaned over, placing a small kiss on Harry’s cheek. You watched him go beet red and you chuckled. 

“I like you too, Harry.” You admitted, and he grinned at you, you grinned back. 

“Brilliant.. That’s brilliant.” 

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

But you were everything to me

I was beggin' you, "Please don't go,"

It all happened so fast. They found the Room of Requirements, and you were all to be punished. Your brother wasn’t speaking to you, your father would know soon enough. You feared having to go home to him, to his punishments. Then Harry saw Sirius, trapped inside the ministry- he needed help. 

“You’re not going alone,” You argued, following him as the boy stormed off, “Harry, you’re not going alone!” 

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but Malfoy is right, mate, you aren’t going there alone.” Ron chimed in, half a step behind you. Harry stopped, turning to look at your motley crew. You, Hermione, Ron, Nevile, Ginny, and Luna stood there, looking determined. 

“And you aren’t coming with me!” 

“Harry,” Hermione reasoned, “This is why we’ve been training, we are your friends, we’re coming to help you.” Harry gave a small nod and your future was set in stone. Hours later you found yourself deep in the ministry of magic, surrounded by crystal balls full of prophecies. Suddenly you were surrounded by death eaters, it was a trap. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked from behind a mask and you flinched, stepping back.

“Father?” 

“Malfoy?” Harry asked, glancing worriedly at you then to the man in the mask, his wand raised. 

“Child, come here. Now.” He ordered. 

“No,” You stepped back further, heart thudding out of your chest.

“I said, come here, you insolent little girl.” He reached a hand towards you and you twisted away from him. 

“I said no!” You threw a curse in his general direction and the mask was knocked from his face, and you were forced to stare into the eyes of your father. 

“If you do not come here right now you are never welcome back into my house again, do you understand me?” There was no warmth behind those cold eyes, there was nothing. 

“Go to hell,” 

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

You didn’t go home that summer, true to your word. Your brother didn’t even look at you when you returned for school the next year. You had spent the summer with the Weasleys, something you never imagined you would do. But they were good to you, much better than your own family had ever been. But Harry was distant, and you tried to be understanding, you knew he was going through a lot with the loss of his godfather. 

You talked to Hermione a lot that year, ostracised by your own house. And you found some solace in the fact that he was being distant with them as well, it wasn’t just you. Slowly he came around. You did your best to be there for him, to be whatever he needed. A shoulder to cry on, someone to make him laugh, whatever he needed. You spent more and more time in their common room, and less and less time plagued by dirty looks in your own. 

You worried about your brother, you could see he was struggling, but everytime you even attempted to reach out to him you were brushed off. A war was looming over each and every one of your heads and it came closer everyday. It all came to a crashing catalyst at the end of the year, when Dumbledore was murdered and rumors flew that your brother had a hand in it. 

You went home with Harry and the Weasleys again that summer, trying to leave some of the worry behind, but you couldn’t. One night you sat outside, late, by yourself, trying to collect your thoughts when the backdoor opened and Harry stepped outside. 

“Hey,”

“Hey,” You whispered, scooting over on the bench to give him some room to sit. 

“Alright?” You shrugged, looking ahead into the darkness. 

“I don’t know,” You admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself. Harry watched you for a moment before sighing and adjusting his glasses. 

“I’m sorry,” You looked over at him confused. 

“For what?”

“For everything. I got you into this,” You shook your head smiling softly. 

“I got myself into this.” You corrected, “And I wouldn’t change it for anything. I know I am doing the right thing.” Harry nodded and reached over, taking your hand in his. 

“Even if it cost you your family?” 

“Yes.” You nodded, squeezing his hand in yours, “I’m not like them Harry, I never could be. I... I miss Draco. Little Draco. The young boy who was full of life. That boy... the boy he is now isn’t my brother. My father has brainwashed him beyond repair. And I mourn for him, but there is nothing I can do besides keep fighting.” Harry leaned over and kissed your temple. 

“I love you,” He breathed, “You’re the bravest woman I know.” 

“I love you too, Harry.” 

I got tired of waiting

Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town

Months passed, and you felt like you were no closer to your goal. Ron was gone, Hermione wouldn’t admit it but she was falling to pieces, and Harry barely spoke anymore. You felt like you were failing him, failing everyone. He barely looked at you anymore and that was hard considering you were trapped together in a tiny tent, traveling from hiding spot to hiding spot. 

One night you approached him, with your concerns and he exploded. 

“Then leave!” He cried out and you flinched. 

“I didn’t say I wanted to leave!” You argued back. 

“I don’t want to do this with you, Y/N, if you can’t handle it, then go.” 

“I am not leaving you, Harry!” 

“Go back home to your death eater family!” 

“You’re a twat!” 

“I should have never let you join Dumbledore’s Army!” You knew he was lashing out because he was hurt, but it didn’t make you hurt any less. You felt tears in your eyes. 

“I am not leaving you.” You spat at him, “I don’t care what hurtful things you say to me, I love you, you don’t leave the people you love.” His face softened slightly but he turned from you. 

“I need some air.” He left the tent and you glanced over to Hermione who shrugged helplessly. Helpless. That about summed it all up. 

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

Just like that the war was over. You stood and counted your dead. You had to watch as your brother walked away from you once again, into your parents arms. There was no hug or glance for you. You stood in the Great Hall, arms wrapped around yourself as the tears flowed freely. It was over, but at what cost? 

“Y/N?” You turned and looked at Harry, seeing his own eyes red and puffy. 

“Harry.” You greeted him, offering him a hand which he took, coming to stand beside you. You stood in silence for a while, looking around at all you had lost. 

“Y/N?” He repeated your name, and you turned to look up at him, he looked down at you, eyes side, but his lips tugged slightly at a smile. “I didn’t really plan on doing this right now, I thought it would be much more... romantic.” 

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brow. Harry fished around in his pocket for a moment before producing something. It was a simple silver ring. 

“I’ll get you something nicer when we have the time,” 

“Oh..” You whispered, free hand going to your mouth. 

“I want to be yours. Forever.” He knelt down in front of you, and the hushed voices around you lapsed into silence. “I want you to marry me, we almost lost each other today, and I can’t wait another moment. I need good to come from today, and this is the best thing in the world to me. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes,” You whispered, nodding your head, “Harry yes, of course,” He stood up and pulled you into a tight hug, there was some clapping, more crying, more hugging from everyone. It might not have been the perfect love story, but it was yours. And that made it perfect to you.

[ikeromantic]

A Very Hot Bath

A (not so) mini-fic for @cinnamon-hoe featuring my favorite gentleman vampire, le Comte de Saint-Germain. For my 400 follower celebration! It turned out longer and smuttier than intended. I’m . . . sorry? Approx 2000 words.

April, le Comte, Spicy and Sweet

If there was one thing le Comte knew, it was how to read a woman’s moods. And his mademoiselle was an easy study. For example, today, she lingered at each shop window and walked slowly, a clear sign that she wasn’t ready to go home despite the dreary rain and chill weather. “Ma cherie,” he said, leaning down to speak so that he didn’t need to raise his voice above the patter of the rain on their umbrella. 

“Mmm?” 

“This weather is certain to get worse. If you want to stay in town a bit longer, perhaps a cafe?” 

She smiled. “A cafe would be nice. Hot tea, something sweet . . .” 

“I knew you’d agree.” He stroked her hand with his thumb. He pretended to consider his next idea, though he’d already decided on it. “After, let’s get a room. There’s a lovely home in this district that once belonged to a friend of mine.”

“Do you think it will be alright to leave everyone on their own for a night? Without you there to keep them in line . . .” She laughed. 

Comte grinned. “Sebas will hold the fort while we enjoy our evening. Besides, it’s been too long since I had you all to myself.” His golden eyes were molten hot when he spoke, testament to the truth of his words.

“I’d like to - to have you all to myself too.” She turned her head to kiss his cheek, but he was too quick for her. He caught her lips in a kiss, pulling her tight against him. She gave a breathy moan, silenced by his mouth, that made him want her more. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one that hadn’t wanted to go home today.

When he finally released her, she was breathless, glassy-eyed, and pink-cheeked. “We’re in public,” she gave a half-hearted protest, belied by the way she leaned closer and licked her lip. 

“That is why I stopped when I did.” He smiled. 

She gave a little pout and turned back to look in the shop window. “Is this where you got my little purse? The beaded one?”

Comte nodded. “It is.”

“Can we go in? I’d love to see what they out for this season. If - if that’s alright. We don’t need to buy anything.” 

His cherie was always so worried about what he spent on her, as if somehow she could dent his wealth. He’b buy the entire shop just to see a smile on her face. “As you like, ma belle.” 

They went in and handed off their coats and umbrella to the doorman. The shop owner recognized le Comte and came out to greet him, stumbling over his courtesies. Comte did his best to put the man at ease while his love wandered the shop, looking first at the ready-mades and samples, and then at the material samples. 

Despite her insistence that they not buy anything, he kept an eye on where she lingered and what she touched. A woman could never have too many purses. After he reassured the shop owner that, of course he would be placing an order - he hurried to her side.

“Did you see these,” she asked, pointing to some delicate red beads. “They are garnets but they look like drops of blood when they catch the light.” She shivered and touched her neck. 

Comte didn’t miss the spot her fingers found. The last little love-nip he’d given her faded there, barely visible even to his keen eyes. “I think they’d look gorgeous paired with your ivory gown.”

She shook her head. “No - it’s just- there are so many beautiful things and I just like to look at them. It makes me happy just to see them.”

“That must be why I can’t take my eyes off you. There is nothing more beautiful anywhere in this world.” He took her hand and ran his fingertip along her wrist, tracing the vein beneath. He could feel the warmth of it there through her skin. 

Her eyes closed for a breath at his touch. “Ah, you can’t say things like that.” She laughed softly. “Besides, I’m not anything special. I’m glad you think so though.”

Comte kissed the tip of her nose. “You are humble too.”

Her tummy growled at exactly that moment, and she blushed crimson from the neck up. “Ah, and hungry? How far is it to that cafe?”

“It’s close. Why don’t you get your coat and the umbrella. I’ll be along in a moment.”

“You aren’t buying me anything, are you?”

“Ma cherie! You wound me.”

Her look told him she wasn’t buying that bland denial.

“I promise that I will not purchase these beads for you. A direct promise - and you know I don’t break my word.” He kissed her hand. “Now hurry along. I need a word with the shop owner.”

She raised an eyebrow but lost the expression when his lips touched the skin on the back of her hand. If there was another thing le Comte knew how to do, it was how to make his belle giddy. And he enjoyed doing it.

After she hurried over to get their things, Comte placed an order for a new purse and matching shoes using the brocade she’d lingered over and some matching blue beading and pearls. It would look gorgeous with the dress he’d commissioned for their country trip. 

Comte was nearly done with the specifications when a shout got his attention. The door to the shop was open, a young gentleman on his way in. But his love was darting out into the rain. He hurried after.

“I’m so sorry, monsieur. When I opened the door, the lady’s umbrella caught a gust of wind. She’s run after it . . .” The gentleman looked perplexed. 

“Yes, she’s quite impulsive,” Comte smiled. It was one of the things he loved about her. She didn’t plan or plot - she rushed headlong into life, full of joy and hope. It made her even more beautiful.

“That poor girl will be soaked to the bone,” the gentleman sighed. “If you know her, can you pass on my apology?”

“Of course,” Comte grabbed his coat and swept past. Outside, the rain was still falling in tiny chill droplets, the kind that made quick work of even heavy wool. They got under it and soaked you through, right down to the soles of your feet. 

He could see her a little way down the street, running after the umbrella as the wind tugged it along. Her hair was already stuck to her scalp and her clothes were dripping. It took him only a moment to catch up. 

“Quick, Comte! Catch it,” she shouted, pointing. 

It was too late though. An updraft between buildings caught the fabric and the umbrella shot up and caught on a roof tile. 

She turned and looked at him with big eyes. “I lost our umbrella.”

“It’s alright, ma cherie. Our lodgings are close.” Comte lifted her up and tugged his overcoat up to cover her head. “How is that? Are you a little drier?”

“Mmm, I don’t know about dry but you are so warm.” She slid cold hands against his chest and snuggled close. 

Comte smiled. “And you are very cold. I should hurry or you’ll get sick. Then I’ll be forced to nurse you back to health.” 

“Promise?”

He laughed. “I don’t know, ma belle. If you are looking forward to it, I should threaten you with something else. I don’t want you to get sick.” 

Ahead, he could see the lights of his friend’s estate - though it was now a waystop for ambassadors and dignitaries, and his friend long dead. He knocked at the door, and when it opened, they were ushered in.

Given their soggy state, the staff wasted no time getting them into a fine room and drawing a hot bath. The maid offered to stay for any needs they might have, but Comte shooed her out. And then he was finally alone with his dearest. 

She was shivering in her wet clothes, bare feet burrowed into plush carpet. Her teeth were chattering, though she tried to hold them still with a clenched jaw. Such a stubborn beauty. 

Comte crossed to her. “Come now, let’s warm up.” He undid the tie on her flange and let the little capelet fall to the floor. Then began on the buttons, his fingers moving swiftly down.

“I c-can d-d-do it m-myself,” she chattered, and reached for the buttons. 

Ever the gentleman, Comte dropped his hands. “As you like, ma cherie.” He gave her a wide smile, one reminiscent of the predator that he was beneath the civilized veneer. “I am eager to see you without.”

She blushed and began to undo the buttons on her own. Her cold-numbed fingers were much too slow for le Comte’s liking but he was a patient man. Most of the time.

Instead of watching her, he saw to his own soggy clothes. His jacket and vest, his scarf. He undid his shirt and draped it on a chair to dry. Then he began to unbuckle his belt but stopped at a breathy gasp from his beauty. Comte looked up to see her wide-eyed and watching him. 

The hungry look in her eyes would have made any predator proud. As if she was considering eating him up. 

“Ma cherie?” 

She blushed and looked down. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“You misunderstand, ma belle.” He closed the distance between them and lifted her chin to look her in the eye. “I want you to watch. You looked like you were enjoying it.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “Y-yes, but -” 

He stepped back and finished with the buckle. Then with a duelist’s grace, he slipped his trousers off and set them on the chair. All that remained between him and the open air was a thin layer of cotton. Comte crooked a finger. “Ma cherie? Perhaps you could help me with this drawstring?”

“H-help?” She looked down at her slip, the last bit of clothing between her and the hot bath. I - I was about to -”

“I’m terrible with these knots.” Which was, of course, a lie. An egregious one. If she refused, it gave him plenty of space to laugh it off. But she didn’t. She walked forward and reached toward him tentatively. Her hands slid down his chest, caressing his belly and sides. Stopping at the top of his hip. It sent an electric shiver through him and suddenly, he very much wanted the rest of their clothing off. It put too much space between them. Entirely too much.

Her fingers slipped under the top hem, pushing the fabric down. 

The sensation made Comte gasp. “My bold cherie!”

“Mmmm, turns out I’m bad with knots too,” she teased. Her fingertips danced over his low belly, stopping just above the rise of fabric and below his belly button. She slid her other hand over the top of the fabric and he groaned. “I’m not sure I can take these off you . . .”

A true gentleman, Comte reflected, would take the teasing with a sigh. But he was no true gentleman. He reached for the tie and in a heartbeat, that last shred of fabric dropped to the floor. He could feel her cool, silk slip against his belly and before he could consider it, Comte had tugged it off her and tossed it away.

“I thought you were a patient man,” she giggled.

“Not when it comes to you, ma belle.” He pulled her against him, his hot flesh to her cold skin. Even like this, she felt of heaven to him. The closest to the divine he’d ever reached. He wanted to be in her, to devour her, to taste every part of her. 

Comte’s hands cupped her and lifted her up, hip to hip. 

She threw her arms around him, still laughing. “What will you do to me now, you beast?” 

“Nothing you don’t want me to,” he purred. He might have said more, but she nipped the skin at his neck and suckled it. An imitation of the vampire’s kiss. It destroyed what was left of his composure, though he had enough control to carry her to the bath and climb into it. 

Hot water splashed over them as he sat, holding her tight in his lap. She gasped at the sensation, the sudden warmth and wetness. Then she grinned at him wickedly. “Should I be your bath maid, noble sir? I can wash your back. And all your hard to reach places.” One of her hands went under the water, seeking - and finding - his achingly hard shaft. 

Comte inhaled sharply at her touch - and her boldness. “I - I,” he cleared his throat, trying to hold to words and coherency. “I think . . . we shall . . . be much d-dirtier . . . in this b-bath.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A dirty bath? You’ll have to show m-”

Her speech stopped mid-word as he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, scraping it lightly with his teeth before suckling and stroking with his tongue. If she wanted to find out how filthy bathtime could be, he had every intention of teaching her. In detail.

[justasimptm]

The Bride C10

I hear my sisters screaming from the kitchens, promptly followed by loud crashing and the shouts of various other servants. Now this typically wouldn’t be alarming, until however, I hear them calling out to me. They would never do that unless something was direly wrong, they’re too proud, so the echoes of my name through the halls sets a pit into my stomach that has me swarming downstairs so I can get there as soon as absolutely possible. They have two maids cornered against the pantry, both have tears streaming down their faces, quaking with such force I’m convinced they’re going to fall.

“What’s going on?” I demand, skimming over the bunch to see if there’s any visual clues. Both servants have spots of blood adorning their aprons, not too unusual. What is out of place, however, is the pained look on Bela’s face as she holds a hand to her side. Daniela speaks without turning away from her targets.

“Three of our ungrateful maids thought it would be beneficial to their lives to attack us and escape.” She hisses, brandishing her blade at them hazardously. Three catches my attention, recounting I see the problem. “As you can see, sister, one of them managed it. She stuck Bela in the side and took off out the door. You need to go get her and bring her back before she gets to town or does anything stupid.” My eyes widen as I whip my head towards the cracked door, peering out past it to catch a glimpse of a figure fleeing off down the hill. I curse loudly, before taking off after her. She’s definitely faster than I originally anticipated, having made it a good portion of the way to town before I catch up with her. My fingers latch on the collar of her dress, yanking her backwards and off balance just enough to make her stumble, not quite enough for her to fall. The moment she regains her balance she twirls on me, looking like a cornered animal, I’m half convinced she’s going to start hissing at me. I recognize her in a heartbeat, it’s Claire, and my split second of hesitation is all she needs, thrusting her hand forward at me, sinking a knife she had so carefully hidden deep into my abdomen.

I gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion, both out of surprise and pain. Pain? Lots of pain-oh shit a LOT of pain. She tears her hand back, pulling the knife free, which both makes the sharp stinging better and worse. I catch a glimpse of the blade and I immediately know why it feels like she shoved a hot poker into my side. The knife she’s holding is one of the three all silver blades my mother kept as decor, given to her by my father when she agreed to marry him. Silver, ironically, one of the few things that will cause me immediate damage. It sticks to me like an infection, which is kind of funny, and if it isn’t treated it spreads like poison. It gets into my blood, like it reignites my disease, the veins from the wounds turning black as it spreads. The only reason my pendant hasn’t done that yet is Mother Miranda did some cracked shit to it when I first changed making it so it wouldn’t spread, which is honestly very fortunate given the fact it nearly melted into my chest from during my transition.

Her mouth drops open, like she wasn't expecting that to work and she lets go of the handle, letting it clatter to the ground. The blade is coated in my blood, shining black in the sun. Shakily I bring one of my hands up to the wound, my fingers barely graze it but the reaction is immediate and jarring. A scream tears from my throat, the girl jumps and starts running again. Another wave of pain shoots through my stomach making me whimper, it feels like she poured alcohol straight into it. I stumble forward a step, trying to will myself into motion.

I still have to stop her, get to her before she reaches town, but my foot catches on air and I fall forward. I barely manage to catch myself before I slam down face first. The impact itself is startling, but it does jolt my brain enough to shake me from my stupor. I know I’ll be fine, if I catch her in time I’ll end up killing her, she’s dead if I bring her back home anyway, but this way at least she can fix what she did to me. That’s probably the only bonus about who my mother employs. Only females, and all ‘pure’. Maiden’s blood is not only the best blood for us to make us stronger, but the only thing that really can heal this kind of damage in us. If I can just get to her, I’ll be fine. Getting to her, however, seems to be where the difficulties lie, as she seems very determined to make it as far from me as possible, and given the sheer amount of pain that rips up my nerves anytime I do so much as breathe, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it.

I have to try. After all I’ve lived through, I refuse to die here on the side of the road, there by the fault of my sisters. With all the power I have left in my body I force myself to swarm, as it’s far easier to move at that point. Still, she moves faster, unwounded and already with a head start. Fate, however, seems to be on my side, despite everything that’s happened up until that point, because in moments she’s essentially swarmed by Lycans. None attacking her, just forming a wall of bodys so she can’t go any further. I make it a few feet from them before I’m forced to reform, dropping to the ground immediately and crying out on impact. Through the sound of the blood rushing through my head, the snarling of the Lycans, and the frightened whimpers of the likely soon to be dead maid, I can hear someone shout my name.

There’s a lot of distress in the tone, and for a second it sounds like it’s coming from everywhere, until I feel hands pulling at my arms, tugging me to turn over and sit up. Through  the black dots that are dancing across my vision, I can make out the vague details of my new company.

“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong!” He growls, his yanking makes me groan, down a ways from us the sounds of crying and snarling grows louder, nearly drowning out his voice. He’s quick to snap at them, telling them all to shut up before fixing his eyes back to me.

“Heisenberg?” I choke out, blinking up in surprise. What’s he doing out here? He laughs slightly, shaking his head. He pulls off his dark glasses, revealing his brilliant amber eyes to me for the second time since we met.

“Darlin’ you look like you’re dying, I think you can call me Karl.” He says airly, clearly trying to keep the situation calm despite the amount of panic lacing his voice. “What did she do to you?” He stresses, glaring up at Claire for a moment before skimming up and down, locking onto where my hands are grasping. When he catches sight of the black blood staining through my fingers a deep dangerous sound claws its way up out of his lungs. He turns as if he’s going to start at her, but my fingers catch on the hem of his jacket before he can fully get away.

“Need-need blood-” I choke, looking at him for a moment before fixing my eyes on her, hoping he’ll understand the message I’m conveying, and judging by the dark look that storms over his face, he does.

*Heisenberg’s POV*

I’d first like to start this out by saying, no, I’m not stalking her. But after the terror in her voice when she begged me to leave, I had a feeling something was wrong, so yeah, I decided to keep a closer eye on her just in case. Doing so I had to make sure Lady Douche wouldn’t catch on, so I kept my distance, mostly having one of my Lycans hover around the property, and alert me when she left or if there was commotion. Imagine my surprise when after weeks of quiet, the idiotic creature sends out the danger sign. After so much calm, and immediate red signal sent me into high gear, with no idea what to expect I ordered a group of my higher functioning creations to run out ahead of me as I followed along, having them track her down and stand guard just in case. So when she finally appeared in view, a stunning cluster of brilliantly colored black and yellow moths, streaming after a human, the confusion laced in me was understandable. Until I saw her rapidly gain back her mass and drop to the ground like a stone.

Something was very wrong. I shouted her name and she barely responded, only focusing hazily when I grab her around her middle and hoist her up and over so she’s facing up. Her eyes are unfocused and I honestly can’t tell if she can recognize me. Her face is scary pale, drips of perspiration dotting her forehead and along the bridge of her nose. I want to laugh in relief when she finally responds, her voice crackling and light, the reply enough to encourage me she’s going to be okay. Until my eyes settle on her side, where her hands are clenched so tight I bet she’d have marks left on her palms from where her nails were digging in. Between her finger tips and soaking into her dress, I see the familiar and tell tale spread of black. She’s bleeding.

How the hell is she bleeding? Obnoxious whimpers remind me we aren’t alone, and my head whips to the side, fixing my gaze firmly on the girl surrounded by my creations. Did she do this? I’m going to tear her to shreds-at least that’s what I plan, before the light pressure on my jacket halts my steps.

She croaks out she needs blood before looking past me at the snivelling mess. If she needs blood to heal, I’ll get her all the blood she needs. Starting with the blood of the stupid bitch who hurt her, and anyone else it’ll take to make her better.

@foggyturtleknightangel @beingviolentlyhappy @inesalexandra1995 @loveboldlywingedangel130

[fruitcoops]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

[foodieforthoughts]

Dirty Secret

Summary: Henry is promoting his new movie and is in her studio for a talk show. Both of them know it means there's going to be a little bit of fun for him and her behind closed doors.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (female receiving), squirting, penetration, sexual intercourse, bodily fluids, exhibition kink (I think hope this counts)

A/N: First Henry smut ya'll! I wanted him to be different this time, a bit mischievous maybe, and not soft!Henry. Thirst away!

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Title: Dirty Secret

I straightened my dress as I walked through the studio halls. My ID laid between my cleavage, the card swinging over my breasts as I took my steps.

I had gotten his text. A simple, "Meet me after it's over." He didn't have to say where, because it was always his changing room. And he looked particularly mischievous today.

I hadn't missed that sly smile and the half wink he had thrown my way. Conviniently so, I had stood behind his hoard of fangirls, who had shrieked thinking it was for them. I shook my head at the thought.

If only they knew.

The concrete floors of the studio reverberated with the clicking of my heels. I had a little surprise for Henry today. I had planned on it for months since we had scheduled him for the talk show. My core was already aching for him and the crotch less panty hose, that he had casually mentioned about last time, making it uncomfortable for me to walk with the wetness between my thighs. I awkwardly smiled at an intern passing by me, headphones in her ears and a notepad in her hand.

With a sharp rapt of my knuckles, I entered Henry's changing room. He always preferred them to be at the far back, probably for all of his secret rendezvous' much like this one.

"Took you long enough," He sat on the couch with his legs wide and his tie loosely hanging from his neck.

I locked the door behind me and walked to where he sat, his eyes following every move of my body like a hunter looking at his prey. "Being the boss around here, takes me sometime before I can excuse myself."

Henry smiled as I covered the distance between us. I looked down at him, his coat thrown to one side hanging by the arm rest, two of his buttons straining on the vastness of his chest to be freed.

Sitting up, he ran a hand up my thigh, making it's way to my center. His eyes widened feeling my folds, naked and ready, surprised to not find my panties.

"Crotchless," I smirked, seeing the effect of my sex on him.

"Perfect." He remarked and lifted the hem of my dress up to reveal my wet pussy.

I shivered looking at him eyeing my aching folds as his prize, lust overtaking his brilliant blue orbs. He licked his lips and ran a finger over my slit making me jump a little. He looked up at me, smirk playing evil on his lips, and grabbed me by my hips towards his mouth.

A sigh escaped my mouth as his warm tongue ran over my cunt. I placed my hands over his shoulders as he began devouring me like he had been hungry for ages.

Henry was a master with his mouth, using his tongue, his lips with expertise. He held my folds open with his hands, running a finger over my hole. He sucked my clit, pulling the hood back, making my thighs tremble with each flick.

"Unnh...," I moaned, careful to not be loud. Even if his room was away from the bustle of the studio, there were people around. The probability of getting caught made me feel more aroused than I expected.

"Sweet as always," he mumbled against me. I felt his fingers teasing my pussy, running up and down and in circles. I moaned, like a sex starved whore, when he inserted two thick fingers inside me.

"So tight, darling. Every fucking time." He kissed the inside of my thighs over my panty hose, leaving a wet trail of my juices. His fingers began pumping in and out, slow but powerful, going deep with each thrust.

My breaths came out short and I groaned as he added another finger, spreading me out. I dug my nails in his shoulders, grabbing a hold of his shirt.

Henry kissed me above my trembling clit, nuzzling the trimmed outline of my hair, breathing in the smell of my arousal. His other hand travelled behind, slapping my buttock hard and squeezing it simultaneously.

When he hooked his fingers inside me, I groaned. Henry bit my clit with his teeth, smiling against my cunt, when I let out a yelp. His digits, long and thick, found the spot inside me, hitting it with each pump. I thrusted my hip against his fingers, the overwhelming feeling of the oncoming orgasm knotting inside me.

This felt different. This felt like I was on a verge of an orgasm and it was building up like a tornado, fast and thunderous. My nails dug into his skin making Henry grunt. He looked up at me, fingering me faster. He was knuckle deep inside me everytime.

My thighs trembled and my belly contracted but with a primal moan, I came so hard, squirting a sheer liquid out with a force. "Ooh!" It befell from my cunt, uncontrollable, wetting Henry's shirt but he kept pumping me until my knees buckled. I had to grab onto him from falling and felt my juices dribbled down my thighs like rivulets.

"I-I'm so s-sorry. I don't-" I blushed, warmth spreading to my ears. I apologized, with trembling voice, to Henry who was looking up at me like he just won the race.

"It's okay, love." He chuckled looking at his wet shirt. "That was a first, wasn't it?"

It was. Never in my thirty-five years of my life had I squirted. But this man, all blue eyed and curly haired, had reduced me to a puddle. He grinned at me, victorious and proud.

Regaining my breath, I pulled him by his tie to stand up. He gladly obliged, standing up tall in front of me. He looked down at me making me feel small even with the five inch heels I had chosen for today.

"Let's get you out of this," I muttered and started unbuckling his belt. His cock felt heavy against the fabric of his pants, ready to be released from it's constraints. He groaned, gruff and loud, when I took him in my hands and gently stroked him.

Henry pulled me to him, taking my lips in his. I could taste myself on him, rolling our tongues together, fighting for dominance. His hand snaked down to my swollen labia, running his finger slowly over my stimulated clit in circles.

Just when we were beginning to pant, getting each other off with our hands, we heard the muffled voices from someone outside the door. Both of us stopped, frozen in place, carefully breathing in and out without making a sound.

"Someone is out there," I whispered. Yes, I owned this place, but I really did not want to show up on the front page of a gossip blog with the headlines showcasing what a wanton whore I was.

Henry looked unperturbed, mischief glinting in his eyes. He slapped my pussy, making me jump and yelp, again. "It just means we'll have to be quiet." With that said he took my lips back in his and kissed me with a renewed fervour.

He pushed me back against the dressing table with the blinding white lights, placing my ass on the cool wood surface. He walked in between my legs, spreading them with his body. Quickly, he took out a condom from his back pocket and dropped his pants down to his ankles, pulling his shirt off as well and throwing it across the room.

I marveled at him. His chest covered with dark hair, travelling down his taut stomach and joining his dense and darker hair above his cock, showcased what a real man should look like. I bit my lip as I took his throbbing dick in my hand. He was thick and long, twitching in my hand.

Henry leaned down to kiss me, pulling the zipper of my dress down from the back. It fell open, my lacy bra covering my mounds. He pulled the cups down, my breasts bouncing with the force. His lips travelled down the side of my neck, making me shivered and moan.

"Guide me in, love." He said against my neck, as he sucked at my skin. Grabbing a handful of my breasts and squeezing it.

I tore open the silver foil and rolled the latex onto his throbbing cock before lining it with my entrance. With the anticipation coiling inside me again, I guided him in, just the tip, letting my juices coat his twitching member. He thrusted his hip shallowly, letting the tip enter my wet pussy. I threw my head back, letting go of his cock as it disappeared inside me. I grabbed onto his back, the muscles tightening under my touch as he sheathed deep within me.

He groaned as my warmth enveloped his pulsating dick. I could feel him teasing the opening to my womb, his entire length not even fitting inside me. He held me close to his warm body, the hair on his skin feeling fuzzy against my breasts, as he began pulling out.

"Uh," A sound akin to mixture of a moan and a grunt excaped his lips. Henry was a loud lover. The last time we were together, I had to cover his mouth with my hands to stop him from scarring the life of the kids running about outside. But this time, I was the one who seemed to be unable to stop myself from moaning and grunting.

The voices outside grew louder and sounded closer than before. And the noise of our love making only got raucous with every passing moment.

Henry covered my mouth with his hand, smirking at me, no doubt remembering the exact same thing I had done to him. With one hand supporting my leg on his waist and the other covering my mouth, he plunged in my welcoming cavern. I moaned against his hand, our eyes glued to each other. He looked majestic in the white light, his face now beginning to be layered with a thin sheen of sweat.

The table rocked underneath us, it hitting the wall with each of Henry's thrust. He began grunting louder, his breaths beginning to come out labored and short. I pulled his face to my neck, muffling his voice as he groaned against my body.

His balls slapped against my bottom with every thrust of his hip. The sound of our muffled moans, the squelching of my folds around him and our bodies slamming together enveloped us. With a carnal roar, loud and guttural, Henry grounded in me with fast thrusts. His voice sounded loud against my ear, making me clench around him. I pushed him over the edge, for his breaths came in fast, emptying himself completely. He panted against my body, my leg falling from his grasp and his hand slipping away from my mouth.

His cock twitched as he rode his high. I ran a hand up and down his back, making him shiver under my touch.

"Oh God," He said, pulling away and taking himself out carefully. "That was something else." He chuckled, regaining his breath and pulling the condom off and throwing it in the waste bin.

I hopped down from the table, my legs feeling wobbly on the ground. My panty hose stuck wet to my thighs, bringing a blush back to my cheeks. We hurriedly pulled on our clothes, Henry changed into completely different ones, and I struggled with the zipper.

"Here, let me." He offered. "How are the kids?"

I laughed out at his question. "You are not asking me about my kids after we went at it like that."

"One friend to another."

I turned around after he was done. He looked dashing even in a simple tshirt and denim. But it was the smile of innocence that took my breath away. "They are with their dad this week."

"So," He began to speak but I interrupted.

"You know the drill, Henry." I said before turning on my heels to walk out the door. Smoothing my hair back in place, I turned around to face him before opening the door. "Should I be expecting your NDA to arrive at my office too?"

Henry rolled his eyes and sat back on the couch. "Can't let the secret out, now can we?"

I nodded before striding back to my side of the world, already anticipating our next meeting three weeks from now.

[hufflepuffhollander]

shirtgate: tom holland imagine

a/n | i finally did it! i wrote a thing without angst! i have grown so much as a person. anyway this is my third and final (☹️) submission for @hollandsrecs​ 1k bingo event, crossing off the “accidental relationship reveal” trope square. this has been a super fun challenge and everything i’ve written for it i’ve actually been v proud of so thank you all for the continued support :)

summary | it is pretty obvious — you accidentally tell the whole world about your relationship with your costar Tom Holland.

tom x fem costar!reader | contains language, fluff, heavily suggestive dialogue | word count: 1.8k | enjoy!

“Babe, have you seen my shirt?”

A strong pair of arms snake around your waist.

“Why do you need a shirt?”

You slip around and lace your fingers behind your boyfriend’s neck, blushing at his sly smile.

“As flattered as I am, I don’t think my publicist will be very pleased seeing pictures in the papers tomorrow of me walking around naked.”

He ran his hands up and down your bare back and leaned in to kiss your neck, making you shiver in the best way.

“Ooh, I would buy the hell out of those photos.”

“You’re such a weirdo, Tom.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe. Where is my shirt?!”

“Just borrow one of mine,” he said, going to his closet and pulling one of his favorite spider-man t-shirts from the back. You draped it over you and reveled in being enveloped in his scent while Tom frowned at the loose cotton now hanging over you.

You walked over to him sitting on the edge of his bed and straddled his hips, lazily putting your arms on either one of his shoulders. The smell of your perfume mixed with his laundry detergent blissfully dizzied him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how the only thing between your bare bodies was a thin piece of fabric- but his pout stayed put.

You noticed the drop in his mood. “What, I don’t look good in gray?”

“You look amazing in it, darling. I just wish you didn’t have to leave,” he exaggerated his expression, toying with the bottom hem of the shirt, exposing a few inches of your bare belly. You kissed his nose and pushed him back on the mattress, leaning over and propping yourself up on your hands. His eyes continued to roll over you, the sunshine filtering in through the slats in his blinds casting a glowing sheen across you that he couldn’t peel his eyes away from.

“I’ll be back later,” you said, dragging one finger slowly down his chest. “And you can take it off again then.” You finished your sentence with a smirk and a boop to the nose, got up, and went to finish getting dressed. Tom stayed there with his jaw slacked, cursing his better judgement for not tackling you and using his charm to convince you to stay.

“Oh, you better believe I’ll be doing a lot more than that,” he huffed, swallowing hard, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do with himself until he could get his hands on you later.

~

“...and this is the room where it happens!” you pan your camera around your bedroom to show all of the fans who were watching your live story. You had promised them a tour of your new apartment once it was all moved into, and with a fan base as big as you had, you couldn’t disappoint, even if you would’ve much preferred being tangled up with Tom right now than showing millions of strangers your throw pillows. But your relationship was to be kept completely off the books, out of the media and only inside the comfort of your own homes, with the exception of your close friends. You both knew what kind of drama it would spark if you went public this soon after your movie release, and wanted to live in your little private bubble of normalcy as long as you could. When you expose your love to the world, things just get messy- and right now, you were content with everything being divinely simple.

Feedback poured in onto your tiny screen.

“wooowww so jealous!!!”

“your house is beautiful 😍😍”

“hiiii y/n! show us more!”

You scrolled through the comments on your live-stream, laughing and responding to some questions people asked.

“Yes, my dog lives here with me!”

“Ohmygod, no, Chris Evans does not live in my basement! Did he tell you that?!”

You floated from room to room giving the tour, and eventually made your way to your impeccably organized closet, opening the doors and flipping your camera to show the live audience the inside. And right there, sticking out like a sore thumb on top of your white dresser, was one neatly folded gray spider-man shirt- normally spotted on Mr. Tom Holland. It was unmistakeable. The comments started flooding in before you could even turn the closet light off.

“wait a second- is that TOM’S SHIRT?!”

“omgomgomg-“

“yoooo i knew it, y/n and tom 😍😍”

“wtf?!? are they DATING???”

You realized what you’d just done a second too late, immediately came up with an excuse as to why you had to close the tour, and ended the livestream, heart beating out of your chest. Not even a minute later, you got a call from Tom; you almost threw your phone across the room.

“...Hello?”

“Hey, hi, y/n, uh, what did you just do?”

“Tom, I swear I didn’t mean to-“

“Baby, it’s alright. Just…what- what happened?”

“They saw. They saw it. All of them. Your stupid shirt. On my stupid fucking dresser. I’m so sorry, how do they even know what all of your shirts look like, that’s so fucking weird-“

Your mouth couldn’t keep up with your brain you were so flustered, and all you heard on the other end of the line was Tom chuckling softly, which only confused you even more.

“Are you- are you laughing? Because I’m having a heart attack,” you half-muttered, sitting down with your heavy head in your hands. It was pounding with panic and confusion and couldn’t hold itself upright any longer.

“Take a breath, y/n. The world isn’t ending-”

“Yes it is!” you teared up, feeling your phone buzzing out of control in your palm.

“Baby, no it’s not. Stay there and I’ll be over in 5.” Tom hung up the phone and you went to check your texts, every app under the sun pouring in with notifications of screenshots and callouts about what you had just revealed. When Tom finally knocked on your front door, you basically fell apart in his arms before he made it past the threshold.

“Tom, I’m freaking out, everyone is saying we’re-” he cut you off with an unexpectedly sweet kiss, this proving to be the only thing that could get you to stop panic-rambling. Your eyes fluttered shut against your mind’s wishes to keep pumping with adrenaline.

“Yes, darling, most people are speculating all over the internet that we’re an item because they saw your livestream,” he said, walking you to your couch and sitting down, guiding you to sit on his lap. “You have a much bigger following than I thought.” he grinned at you, but all you could do was frown back.

“Oh, god. I ruined everything.”

“No, you didn’t. It was about time people started knowing I was off the market,” Tom said, running a soothing hand through your hair as you continued to pout at him. 

“...Really?”

“Yes! I mean, it’s just cruel that I’ve had all this to myself-”—he gave your body a once-over—“and couldn’t show it off, y’know.”

That got you to crack a small smile, and Tom capitalized on that moment and pushed you down onto the couch to hover over you, peppering you with obnoxious kisses. Admittedly, he’d made a valiant effort to distract you, but you playfully swatted at him to get off because you were nowhere near done being dramatic about this. 

“Okay, so wait, you’re — Tom, stop that — you’re not upset?” You found your previous spot etched into his lap and settled back down, interlocking your hands and playing with his slender fingers.

“Actually, no, I’m not,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Thought I would be, but, honestly? It feels good, love. I don’t have to hide you anymore. I never wanted to in the first place.”

You gave him an audible awww and snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and trying your best to squeeze him until he popped. “I’m sorry it couldn’t happen on your own terms, though, it was just a dumb mistake,” you sighed into his shirt.

“Are you kidding? The fans are eating this up. They’re dubbing it ‘shirtgate’,” he laughed and shrugged again, “I don’t even know what that means.”

You giggled into his chest and brought your face back up to his, kissing his forehead, then nose, then lips. You went for a deeper kiss the second time, but he interrupted you.

“Although, I did tell you y’should’ve just stayed shirtless.”

You feigned offense at what he said and instinctively covered your chest by crossing your arms over one another.

“Well good luck getting me shirtless now, Holland.”

“Excuse me?!”

“What a horrible time to prove a point!”

You both laughed as he tried to wrestle your arms apart, but they didn’t budge. You gave an impressive fight, but Tom got the better of you, and ended up throwing you over his shoulder from the couch and carrying you upside-down into your bedroom. You seized your opportunity and pinched two handfuls of his butt, chuckling.

“Hey, I like the view.”

“Did you just grab my ass?!”

He dropped you down onto your bed and walked away, coming back in with his gray shirt and throwing it at you.

“Put it on, babe.”

You obliged all while staring at him puzzled as he twiddled away on his phone. Once you were dressed, he sat down next to you, put his phone up to face you both, and turned on his instagram live.

“Tom! What are you-” you gasped but had to stop speaking as thousands of people were already tuning into his stream.

“Hey, everybody! Me and y/n here. We know there has been some buzz going around about this shirt,“ he pointed to you and you smiled awkwardly. “and wanted to set the record straight.” Tom put his arm around your shoulders and you were suddenly in the foreground of the screen.

“Yes, it is mine. And she does look amazing in gray, doesn’t she?” you started to giggle and blush incessantly as he kissed your cheek, gave a casual wave goodbye, and shut off his phone.

“Uh, what did you just do?”

“Gave ‘em something to talk about.” he flipped his phone onto silent, grinned and came back over to you, fingers already fussing with the oversized shirt, starting to tug it upwards.

“We’re so screwed.” you said eliciting a laugh from him, leaning back so he could take in more of your features that he loved oh-so much.

“So, you know me, I’m on the record as loving you in this shirt,” he said, his voice already sounding lower, softer, huskier.

“Mmhmm,” you played along.

“But I’d like it much better off again.”