#but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile

[killerlookz]

hiiiii i adore your writing soooo sooo much!! i was literally dancing in my room to joosts music and i thought of a new fic idea:3 can you write something where Joost comes back home and the reader is dancing to his songs in their apartment, the reader doesnt notice him at first, completely in the moment and when they do, they get all embarrassed and its all fluff and cute??(((:

awww this is so cute <33 ty sm anon!!!

Dance With Me? | Joost Klein

content: gn! reader, no warnings rlly! just fluff :-) the song in question for this fic is Joost Klein 2 btw! this fic contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

word count: 1.2k(just a wee little blurb!)

Sundays had always been your least favorite day of the week, a bleak reminder that the hours of the weekend were waning and you'd have to return to the monotony of the weekdays. Perhaps the worst part of Sundays was that they were your designated cleaning day, you would much prefer spending your last day free from work lazing on the couch or curled up in bed, but instead, once again you found yourself bouncing around your apartment straightening up whatever cleaning you had left unfinished throughout the week.

The silence of your empty apartment had been getting to you, bored out of your mind as you stood on a chair to dust off a bookshelf. The only thing you figured that would this slightly more tolerable was music at least the apartment wouldn't be so damn quiet.

You hop down from the chair, scurrying into the living room to turn on your speakers. It wasn't long until music was flowing into the apartment, loud, and probably obnoxious to the neighbors, but it hadn't been late enough to warrant a noise complaint- so they would just have to deal with it for now.

Among the many plusses of having a musician for a boyfriend, you had to admit being in possession of a stellar stereo system was definitely one of them. You had been able to hear the music just as perfectly as you pranced back into your bedroom, not exactly eager to get back to cleaning.

Though it would seem not much cleaning would get done after that point, more focused on the music than any of the tasks you had at hand.

"Joost Klein maar m'n stack die is groot!" You sang along with the lyrics that boomed over the speaker. Another plus of having a musician boyfriend was that he was a damn good musician., "De regering zoekt mij, maar ze vinden me nooit!"

You had found yourself jumping around to the music, a smile pressed onto your face as you swayed your head back and forth in time to the beat.

Still jumping, your arms in the air you start to spin around when suddenly the breath is knocked out of you at the sight of a figure in the doorway to your bedroom. Your body grows rigid, stopping dead in your tracks as your mind races to the worst-case scenario.

Luckily it hadn't exactly been the worst-case scenario, as your eyes focused and you were able to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, clearly amused, "I was enjoying your performance. I think you might put me out of a job."

"Joost!" Your voice is sharp like you're scolding him for being in his own home. Your eyes widen at the shock, not having expected him to be home, much less having even heard him walk through the door, "I thought you said you'd be running errands all day."

Embarrassment begins to grow on your face, your eyes refusing to meet Joost's, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips as your body grows hot.

"I've actually been gone awhile," He chuckles, "I finished my errands."

"Hmm," You hum, looking down at your feet, "Time flies." You mumble.

"It does when you're having fun, which you looked to be having." Joost muses, an eyebrow-raising behind the thick rims of his glasses.

"Cleaning was getting boring," You shrug, still refusing to make eye contact out of sheer embarrassment.

Joost can clearly sense your unease as his smile still rests on his face, beginning to bob his head up and down, slowly walking towards you with some grove in his step,

"Maar ik blijf Joost en ik bleef in de derde zitten," Joost lowly sings along to his own voice over the speaker, his movements becoming livelier as he gets closer to you, "Soms haat ik kittens en haat ik ook science-fiction."

He grabs your hands, as to ask you to dance with him, but you're reluctant, only holding his hands in front of him as he dances on his own continuing to sing along to his own song.

"C'mon," He urges, "Dance with me?" An exaggerated pout rests on his lips as he stares down at you with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes. You can't exactly resist that look, slowly stepping back and forth to appease his request.

He pulls at your arms as he jumps up and down to the music, just about forcing you to move with more excitement, your embarrassment quickly subsiding as Joost dances in a manner similar to how you had been just moments prior.

"Joost Klein maar m'n stack die is groot!" Eventually, the two of you are singing, bouncing up and down in sync with each other and you can't believe you had ever been embarrassed in front of Joost in the first place. It had seemed so trivial now that the two of you danced together, after four years together you were sure you had seen each other in much more embarrassing situations, you knew better, that he would never pass any judgment on you, "De regering zoekt mij, maar ze vinden me nooit!" You practically yell to each other, oversized grins burned into both of your faces.

The song soon fades out, allowing for a song that wasn't Joost's to start playing.

"You've got some good music taste," Joost teases, the two of your movements dying down.

"Meh," You shrug, "Joost is kind of mid, I think Ski Aggu is better,"

Joost clicks his tongue, shaking his head in joking disapproval,

"You're lucky you're cute." A kiss is pressed against your forehead. The small gesture leaves you with butterflies in your stomach, despite the length of time the pair of you had been together, every touch from him seemed to feel like you were falling in love for the first time all over again.

"You get much cleaning done?" He pulls back

You look around the bedroom, the bed still unmade, clothes strewn upon your dresser, various items scattered around your desk. You feel yourself becoming stressed again at the task ahead of you.

"Not quite." You respond sheepishly, you sigh, "I should probably-"

"It can wait, relax, liefje," Joost cuts you off, "I think we should continue our little dance party."

"Easy for you to say when you've gotten everything you need to get done today,"

"Hmm," Joost puckers his lips, twisting his face into an expression that makes it obvious he's thinking, "How about..." He trails off for a moment, inching closer to you, "You stay here and dance with me, and I'll clean the whole apartment while you're at work tomorrow."

It's an easy proposition to accept, not having to clean? Fine by you.

"Deal?" He asks, smiling down at you.

"Deal," You quickly nod.

"Eh," he holds up a finger, "We need to seal the deal."

You raise your eyebrows up at him, waiting for what he's going to say next,

"You gotta give me a kiss to seal our deal,"

You giggle, standing up on your tip toes, placing both of your hands on Joost's shoulders as you reach up to press your lips to his.

He's quick to kiss you back, resting his hands on your waist as he engages you in a soft, passionate kiss.

"Okay," He nods, "Now it's a deal."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: You’re All I Need To Get By*

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Summary: A fun few days between you and Joe.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Joe has a ‘dream’, male masturbation, m & f receiving oral, Joe is perpetually horny).

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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May 4, 2024 - Morning

Rolling over and stretching my limbs, the first thing I do is grab my phone. The high brightness of my screen hurt my eyes, but they widened soon after when I saw the time.

11:30?!?!

My alarm is supposed to go off at 8:30, how did I not hear it??

I rolled over and saw that Joe wasn't on his side of the bed, he probably left to go workout already.

Getting out of bed and stretching my arms, a small smile graced my lips when I looked around Joe and I’s new room.

Joe and I officially moved in awhile ago, and we’re just now getting settled into our home.

The process has been stressful, but Joe would step in before it got too hard for me, worried that my constant anxiousness would affect the baby.

After changing, washing my face, and brushing my hair into a ponytail, I walked downstairs.

“Mornin’, beautiful.” - Joe

My head snapped over into the direction of the couch where I was met with the sight of Joe.

He was shirtless and sprawled out along the entire length of the couch, Tyson lying face down on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” - you grinned

“Uhm, I live here?” - Joe

I rolled my eyes as I walked up to the back of the couch. Leaning down, Joe met me halfway and pressed a thorough kiss to my lips.

“You know that's not what I meant.” - you

“I know, I'm just playin’. I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep…” - Joe

He paused mid-sentence to yawn before starting again.

“So I went ahead and worked out. I turned your alarm off and got the boys up. We've eaten breakfast already, there's pancakes in the kitchen.” - Joe

I stared at him in awe for a few seconds before my O-shaped mouth broke out into a smile.

“I love you… so much.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe smiled

Miles was playing around with a Hot Wheels track set on the floor while Joe and Tyson lay on the couch and watched TV.

After grabbing my plate of breakfast, I walked back into the living room. Joe moved his legs off of the couch and faced the TV, giving me room to sit down.

Joe sat Tyson on his thigh to where he was facing you.

“Hi, Momma.” - Tyson

“Hi, baby. Watcha doing?” - you grinned

“Sittin’ with dada.” - Tyson

“Yeah, you are.” - you

I tickled his belly and grinned at his laugh. Joe started to bounce his leg with Tyson on it, the same smile on his face.

Tyson’s giggles had both our hearts soaring, but Joe stopped the fun soon after so I could eat.

“Miles, do you want a turn?” - Joe

Miles looked up at Joe and firmly shook his head, saying “no” before going back to his Hot Wheels. Joe knew Miles wouldn't want to, but he wanted to offer anyway.

—

During breakfast, Joe and I talked about our upcoming trip to Miami.

We will be leaving tomorrow and coming back Sunday evening since Joe had practices early Monday morning.

A bunch of NFL guys were going down for the Grand Prix, and Joe decided that he wanted to go. Unlike the rest of his off-season trips, I was going with him for this one.

Robin and Jimmy are going to come down and stay at our place to watch the twins. Of course, Joe and I will miss our boys, but we were both excited for some alone time together.

Anytime I brought up the ‘alone time’ Joe would wiggle his eyebrows at me, and lick his lips, earning an eye roll from me each time.

“You're crazy.” - you laughed

“You drive me crazy.” - Joe

—

The rest of the day wasn't too eventful. We went on a little family walk around our neighborhood before hanging out at the house for the rest of the day. Joe and I sat on the couch and looked at some decor ideas for the small, empty parts of the house.

Let's just say it was hard trying to agree on things since I like neutral colors and Joe, well, he’s Joe.

“Joseph Lee you can't be serious.” - you

“It would look great above our bed!” - Joe

After staring at him for a few seconds, I spoke up.

“You are seriously making separate bedrooms look like a feasible option.” - you

Joe gasped, super animatedly like he always is, and put a hand over his heart as if I had hurt him.

“You wouldn't sleep in a different bed from me. 90% of the heat you have at night comes from my body, babe.” - Joe

“Touche.” - you squint your eyes at him

He returned my scowl with a playful, closed-lip smile on his face before abruptly launching forward to kiss me.

I was taken aback at first, but quickly kissed him back.

When we pulled away, the both of us were laughing with our foreheads touching.

“Love you.” - Joe

“Love you too, baby.” - you smiled

——

May 5, 2024 - Morning

You crawled up Joe’s legs and sent a wink his way as you softly palmed him over his shorts.

Joe groaned at the contact, so you swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down his long legs.

His erection was now bare for you, his tip already leaking precum.

“Someone’s excited.” - you grinned

“Please, Mama…” - Joe groaned

That was all you needed to hear. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and slowly pumped him over and over.

“Can- can you use your, fuck, mouth?” - Joe

“If you insist, Joey.” - you

After swirling your tongue around his tip, you took Joe as deep as you could.

You were slurping and sucking him into oblivion, and Joe’s head fell back. He was moaning your name as you bobbed your head on his length.

“Fuck, Mama.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

Just as he was about to cum, he woke up.

It was a dream.

Joe opened his eyes, panting, and his chest heaving.

He felt the familiar sensation in his stomach. Not only was he close in his dream, but he was in real life too.

His eyes wandered down to your sleeping body and didn't know what to do. After running a hand down the front of his boxers, Joe realized he was painfully hard.

Thankfully, it was around 7:30 in the morning, so he could take a cold shower and you wouldn't think anything of it.

So that's what he decided to do.

Joe slowly slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stripped his clothes off and hopped into the shower.

He reached to turn the water on for the shower, and just as his hand touched the dial, Joe thought for a moment.

With a sigh, Joe leaned his head back and mulled over his options.

Seconds later, he turned the dial toward the warm setting and stepped back against the wall.

Without giving it another thought, Joe leaned back and wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock.

He envisioned you doing anything he could think of, his hand trying to repeat the routine you would do when you jerked him off.

Joe thought about you all of the time, so it was hard to keep his mind from lingering back to you and your body that he was so obsessed with.

Your breasts, your pretty face, your stretch marks that you hated, your bump. Everything about you was sexy to Joe, and at that moment, all he thought about was you.

He pumped himself slowly at first, just like you would do.

You, you, you.

Not long after, Joe felt himself getting closer and knew he had to move faster.

Joe squeezed himself tighter as he moved his hand faster, bringing his other hand into play not long after.

A moan left his lips as he jerked himself with one hand, massaging his balls with the other one before moving it up to run his thumb over his tip like you would do to tease him.

“Fucking shit...” - Joe grunted

His other hand went back to his balls shortly after and he pumped himself even faster.

“Mama.” - Joe moaned

A loud thud rang out when Joe’s head fell back against the shower wall, his chest heaving as the water ran over him.

Joe couldn't tell if he couldn't breathe because of how hot the bathroom was from steam or the fact that he was choking on his noises and pants of your name.

God, he was so in love and infatuated with you.

This wasn't the first time Joe had thought about you while doing this. Hell, it wasn't even the first time this week. It wouldn't be the last either.

You turned him on so much it was obscene.

Soon, Joe felt himself getting closer to finishing, and moments later, he tipped over the edge. His second hand left his crotch and came up to cover his mouth to keep any loud outbursts from coming out.

Joe’s thighs shook as he came, painting the glass shower door in front of him with his essence.

When he got his breath back, Joe concluded that he should just go ahead and shower.

While lathering up his body, the bathroom door opened and you walked into the room.

“Hey baby, what are you doing showering so early?” - you

“I couldn't sleep, so I just got up.” - Joe

“Two bad nights of sleep back to back?” - you frowned

It wasn't a complete lie, and Joe loved it when you babied him, so he went along with it.

He nodded with that adorable pout on his lips that made you want to climb him like a tree.

“What can I do to help?” - you

“Join me?” - Joe smiled

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he'd ask that.

“I can't say no to that face.” - you grinned

—

Joe and I left later that morning once Robin and Jimmy arrived.

Robin made a comment about Joe’s hair getting longer and I immediately felt the need to step in.

“I’m not letting him cut it for a bit. I like the longer hair.” - you smiled

“Happy wife, happy life, Joey!” - Jimmy

“Got that right.” - Joe grinned

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around Joe’s middle, him leaning down to kiss my temple.

—

A private plane ride later, Joe and I were in Miami. We only went to the hotel briefly to change out of our comfy clothes, and I couldn't take my eyes off Joe when he changed into his white party repeat fit.

Currently, I am sitting on the bed talking to Joe, who is fixing his hair in the bathroom.

“You look good, Joey.” - you grinned

“Yeah?” - Joe smiled back

Joe had gained a bunch of muscle since he was cleared to lift, and this era of my husband was mouth-watering.

“I think I'm filling this out better than I did at the white party.” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you nod

My eyes lingered on the part of his chest that was exposed from his tank top, and Joe noticed.

“Ya know, I think my upper body work is paying off.” - Joe

“That’s for sure.” - you mumbled

“What was that, baby?” - Joe

“Oh, nothing!” - you lied

Joe played around with his hair for a moment longer before he walked out of the bathroom and up to me.

“Ready to go, my love?” - Joe

“Yup, but can I tell you something first?” - you

“Of course.” - Joe

I took a brief breath for dramatic effect, and it kind of freaked Joe out.

“Don’t be pressured to be super affectionate. I know that lately, you've been a little more touchy in public, but there's going to be a bunch of NFL dudes there.” - you

Joe’s brows furrowed as he gave me a confused look.

“How does that make it any different?” - Joe

“You play against those guys. I don't want you to be teased for being soft or something. Not that you are soft for being touchy, I just don't wanna make trouble for you.” - you

“I don't give a shit what they say, though I doubt they'd say anything. You mean too much to me, for me to not acknowledge that in public. Even in front of those guys I play against. Okay?” - Joe

I sat there, not knowing what to say because I was shocked, but I realized Joe wanted an answer back.

“Okay.” - you

“Good girl.” - Joe

He bent down and kissed my forehead, lacing his fingers with mine before he pulled me out of our hotel room.

—

Joe kept his arm around me the entire time we were at the Boardroom brunch, even when he was talking to Pat Mahomes.

I scooted my way out when it came to pictures though, I was just Joe’s plus one, not who the star of the show was.

At one point, I was away from Joe and getting something from a snack table when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

When I turned around I saw that it was two nicely dressed girls with smiles on their faces.

“Hi?” - you politely smiled

“Hi! I'm Victoria and this is Lainey. We saw you were by yourself over here and thought you'd want some company, there are some weird dudes here.” - Victoria

I laughed when she whispered that last part.

“Thank you! What guys should I stay away from?” - you

“Any NFL or NBA player. They'll try to put the moves on you.” - Lainey

Well, too late for that. I laughed in my head when Lainey pointed over to the group Joe was currently standing with, she went into detail about how I should stay away from them.

“Joe Burrow’s kinda hot, though.” - you

“Of course! He's the only exception.” - Victoria

“I’m y/n, by the way.” - you

The girls smiled at me and we started talking about anything that would come to mind. The topic right now was my pregnancy, since Lainey, very politely, asked me if I was pregnant.

“My husband and I already have two boys. They're identical twins.” - you

“That's so cool! What are their names?” - Victoria

“Miles and Tyson. Kind of basic names, but my little girl is going to have a more uncommon name.” - you

“Ooo, okay! How long have you and your husband been together?” - Lainey

I smiled at the thought of Joe and I’s relationship alone.

“Almost ten years. We started dating in high school.” - you

Both girls said “Aww” before Victoria spoke again.

“Is he the only guy you've been with?” - Victoria

“Yup! He was my first everything and vice versa.” - you

“That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I can't say I'm even friends with my first.” - Lainey

“Hey that's okay too!” - you

They both laughed before Victoria launched into a story about the guy she called her first.

“Yup, he made me wash his sheets after, and make him breakfast the next morning.” - Victoria

“No way!” - you

I continued talking and in the middle of my response, I felt a hard chest meet my back before someone laid their head on my shoulder.

Assuming it was Joe, I continued talking, unfazed, but the look on the girls' faces was one of complete shock.

“Do you… do you know him?” - Victoria

Her mouth was wide open as she pointed to whoever was behind me, and I freaked out for a second. Was it not Joe?!

I moved away and turned around, only to see Joe who was looking super confused.

“Joe?” - you laugh

Gesturing to him as I asked the girls, they both nodded with their mouths still open.

“Yeah, I know him pretty well actually.” - you

Moving back toward him, I wrapped my arms around Joe as I tucked myself into his side. He slung an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“This is the husband I was talking about.” - you

Their faces deepened in shock, and I couldn't help but laugh.

“Your husband… is Joe Burrow?!” - Lainey

“Yup!” - you

Joe smiled at them and waved adorably, butterflies being set off in his stomach when he was referred to as your husband.

“Hi, I'm y/n’s husband, Joe.” - Joe smiled

Usually, I'm the one getting introduced as Joe’s wife, and I didn't miss how Joe loved being introduced as my husband.

“Wow. Girl, why didn't you say something? We were openly thirsting on your man for a good few minutes.” - Lainey

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” - Victoria

“No, it's fine. You guys didn't know.” - you smiled

I heard Joe chuckle above me, and when I looked up at him, he pulled his sunglasses off of his face and put them onto mine.

A moment later, two guys walked up to Lainey and Victoria.

“Joe, y/n these are our boyfriends!” - Victoria

Both boys stared at Joe for a second, then looked down at his outstretched hand.

“This is y/n and her husband Joe. Aren't you guys proud that we made friends?” - Lainey

They nodded and individually shook Joe’s hand.

We stayed talking for a bit before I could tell Joe was starting to get quiet, a sure sign he wanted to leave.

“We’re gonna head out. It was lovely to meet you guys!” - you

Everyone said their goodbyes and Joe and I walked out holding hands.

Once in the rental car, Joe leaned over the center console and kissed me. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces as we slowly made out.

When we pulled away, both of us were slightly breathless.

“That was nice.” - Joe

“What, the makeout or the event?” - you

“Both, but I was referring to the event. It felt nice to be y/n’s husband for a few minutes.” - Joe

“Yeah. As much as I love being connected to you, it made me happy that those girls wanted to talk to me without knowing I was your wife.” - you

Joe nodded silently, and I got nervous that I had worded what I said wrong. I don't want Joe to think I get tired of being associated with him.

“Does it ever get annoying?” - Joe

“What, baby?” - you

“Constantly being ‘Joe Burrow’s wife’ and not you?” - Joe

“Annoying is a weird way to describe it, but sometimes it does make me feel a little overlooked. Like I'm being addressed indirectly. I knew that's how it would be when I married you, though, and I also knew that I loved you more than anything.” - you smiled

Joe sighed as he followed the GPS’s most recent instructions back to the hotel.

“I’m sorry. I never saw it like that. You're labeled with a name that isn't even yours.” - Joe

“It’s not too bad when the name I’m labeled with belongs to my best friend.” - you grinned

I watched Joe’s face when I said that, and a small smile appeared on his face.

“I hope you know I love being your wife. I love being y/n Burrow.” - you smiled

“Well, I love being your husband.” - Joe smiled

Leaning over to Joe, one hand rested on his chest as I kissed him, my other threading into the hair growing down the back of his neck.

“I don't know what I'd do without you.” - Joe breathed out

—

Joe and I took a nap for a few hours when we got back to our hotel after brunch, and I woke up when a cold shiver ran over me.

When I looked over at Joe, I noticed he was wrapped up in the blanket, looking like a human burrito, while I was freezing.

“Joe!” - you shoved him

Joe slowly opened his eyes with a grunt of retaliation since I’d waken him up.

One look at me, completely uncovered and with my arm crossed, and Joe sent me a sheepish smile as he unwrapped himself.

“Sorry, Mama.” - Joe

“No, it's okay, I'll just freeze to death.” - you rolled your eyes

Joe pulled me against his chest, my back against his front, and he pressed his face into my hair.

“When do you wanna start getting ready?” - you

“Never.” - Joe mumbled

I rolled my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, Joe sighing in contentment at the contact.

“We have to.” - you laugh

“I’d rather stay in bed with you.” - Joe

“I know, baby, but you agreed to go. Nick will be there.” - you

Joe groaned, completely regretting his decision to even come.

“Yeah, plus a million other people.” - Joe

“It’ll be fun. I’ll be there.” - you

I felt Joe smile against my neck, and butterflies flew around my stomach.

“My favorite part.” - Joe

—

Despite endless complaints from Joe, we ended up getting ready and leaving for the Carbone Beach event.

I knew my outfit was messing with Joe, and that was the entire reason I picked it out to wear.

“Fuck.” - Joe sighed

We were at a red light, and Joe’s grip on the steering wheel was making his knuckles turn white.

“Whats wrong?” - you

“You’re messin’ with my control, baby.” - Joe

I reached over the center console and put my hand on Joe’s thigh, squeezing gently, as I winked at him.

His blue eyes looked extra icy as he looks over at me, the look on his face telling on him.

“I’m hard.” - Joe blurts out

The way he blurted it out made me bust out laughing, and I was borderline wheezing while Joe pouted.

“Why are you laughing at me?!” - Joe

“You said that out of nowhere with no emotion in your voice or expression on your face!” - you laughed

“How do you want me to say it?!” - Joe

This time when I laughed, Joe joined in too, and we were both gasping for air by the time to light turned green.

“Fuck, I can't breathe.” - Joe

He's clutching his chest with one hand, the other one still on the wheel.

It took us a few moments to catch our breaths, but when we did I looked over at Joe to see him already looking at me. When I caught him staring he looked back to the road.

“Are you still…” - you

“Duh!” - Joe

“I don't know what you want me to do about it. We have like ten minutes till the event starts, so we can't go back to the hotel.” - you

“I wasn't asking you to do anything, I was just telling you.” - Joe shrugged

A thought flashed into my mind, and it instantly put a damper on my mood.

“Oh, ok. I'm sure there's a girl at the event who would love to help you.” - you

I don't know why I said it or even believed for a second that Joe would do something like that.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” - Joe

“I don't know…” - you

“Why would you even think I’d want to do that with another girl?” - Joe

Joe was pulling into the parking lot, and his voice was getting louder.

“I don't know, you just said you weren't asking for my help, so clearly you want it from someone else!” - you

“Have you lost your damn mind? You're the only woman I've been with and the only one that I want.” - Joe

He parked up as he said that, finally able to turn his body and look at me.

“I'm not trying to argue with you right now, but there's no way you haven't thought about another woman.” - you

“Y/n? Where the hell is this coming from? Do you hear yourself?” - Joe

“I hear myself loud and clear, Joe. You don't, though.” - you

“What the fuck? Did I do something for you to think this?” - Joe

My eyes filled with tears at the look of confusion on his face. He was the one who said it, not me.

“Why don't you want my help?” - you cried

Joe’s mouth closed as he ran over his face.

“I’m not going to initiate anything while you're pregnant. If you want me, then sure, but I will never ask you to do something purely for my pleasure. The only reason I told you I was hard earlier was because of how amazing you look in your dress. I was hoping it would give you a confidence boost, not make you sad or make you think I want another woman.” - Joe

“I’m sorry, Joey. I don't why I thought that. It was probably my stupid hormones.” - you

“They aren't stupid, baby. It's okay and normal that you're gonna have mood swings. Just know that I am so fuckin’ in love with you. I mean, just this morning, before you walked into the bathroom when we were still home, I jerked off thinking about you!” - Joe

I was a little shocked at Joe’s admission, and so was he. I couldn't help but laugh when Joe’s face dropped when he realized what he had just confessed.

“Wait… that was a little TMI.” - Joe

“No, it's okay. Can I ask you a follow-up question, though?” - you

Joe nodded, biting the skin off of his lips to try and hide his embarrassment.

“What got you worked up?” - you

I watched his eyes widen slightly, and he cleared his throat, the vivid mental picture of his dream getting him worked up all over again.

“I had a dream… about you.” - Joe

“Mhm. What happened?” - you

Joe’s adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, not knowing what to say.

“I… well… you, uhm, you blew me…” - Joe

Reaching over to him, I put my hand on his lower thigh, caressing his skin with my fingertips.

“Mhm, can I get any specifics?” - you grinned

Joe started rattling off the order of events in his dream, stuttering every other word. I trailed my hand down to his knee as he talked, gently playing with his leg hair.

I just wanted him to ask. Get him worked up so much that he can't help but ask.

My hand continued moving, and when it met his thigh crease, Joe couldn't form a sentence when the back of my hand brushed against the tent in his pants.

Clearing his throat again, I dropped my eyes to where my hand was, biting my lower lip slowly when I saw how close my hand was to Joe’d bulge.

Joe’s eyes trailed to my lips, his breathing becoming erratic as he thought about them wrapped around his dick.

“Mama…” - Joe sighed

The slight whininess in his voice satisfied me, and my eyes met his once again.

“Please touch me. I need you.” - Joe

“Good boy.” - you grinned

We can be a few minutes late.

—

“Hey, bro! You're late!” - Nick

Joe and I walked into the event hand in hand, Joe finding Nick Bosa not long after we arrived.

“Yeah, couldn't find my shorts.” - Joe

Nick nodded and turned to greet someone else, Joe flashing me a wide-eyed side-eye because we both knew he was lying.

I laughed and looped my arm with Joe’s. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Just a few moments later, a group of girls who looked to be in their early twenties walked up to Joe and Nick.

They were all squealing and greeting the two NFL players, Joe politely saying hi before he introduced me to them.

Overlooking me completely, the four girls continued fawning over Joe.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” - you

“What? No, please.” - Joe mumbled

I walked away anyway, smiling at him as I walked away. I didn't exactly want to be present while a group of girls eye fucked my husband.

Three of the girls left when Nick walked away, but one stayed next to Joe.

“Sorry about them. They can get a little fan-girly sometimes. I'm Tana.” - Tana

“It's okay, I'm kinda used to it now- and I mean that in the least douchy way possible.” - Joe

“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” - Tana winked

The flirtiness in her tone completely went over Joe’s head, and he started looking around for you.

“My wife’s yoga instructor's name is Tana.” - Joe smiled politely

Is this dude serious? Tana thought.

“I don't do yoga, but there are quite a few positions I can squeeze into.” - Tana winked

No way that will go over his head.

“My wife hasn't been doing it lately. She’s pregnant, and we have two kids, so she doesn't have much time anymore.” - Joe

“Kids, huh? Does it ever get tiring?” - Tana

“Nope.” - Joe deadpanned

“You don't ever wanna just get away from it all? Maybe have a little hookup?” - Tana

Tana placed her hand on Joe’s bicep when she said that, and alarm bells went off in Joe’s mind.

“Uhm, excuse me?” - Joe

Joe backed away and scowled down at the blonde girl.

“Don't act surprised. I've been trying to flirt this entire time, but all you're talking about is your wife. Just one time, Joe. You don't have to tell her.” - Tana

“What the fuck? I love my wife and I’d never ever cheat on her.” - Joe

“Is it technically cheating if I just give you a blowjob?” - Tana

“Fuck off. Oh my god?!” - Joe

I was digging around in an ice chest looking for a nonalcoholic drink when Joe strode up to me, an evident pissed-off look on his face.

“Can we leave? Please?” - Joe

“Why? What's wrong?” - you

“I just wanna leave.” - Joe

I could tell there was more to that, so I kept asking.

“No, what happened, baby?” - you

“This stupid girl was trying to get me to do stuff with her. I'm… uncomfortable.” - Joe

“Thank you for telling me the truth. We can go back to the hotel.” - you

—

When I walked out of the bathroom, Joe was lying in bed, biting his nails, and completely zoned out.

He didn't even move when I got in bed next to him.

“Joey?” - you

Joe finally looked up at me, and I pulled his hand away from his mouth. I gently held his hand as he rolled over onto his side to face me.

“What about happened is making you so upset?” - you

I wasn't asking with an annoyed tone of voice, I genuinely wanted to know what was making him upset.

“I just feel disrespected.” - Joe

“Why, baby?” - you

“Just by the way she talked about you and the kids like you guys were problems or obligations. You guys are my everything, and I’d do anything to protect you guys. She just talked about you guys like you were nothing, it makes me nauseous.” - Joe

Reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb, Joe scooted closer to me till his head was lying on my chest.

“Joey…” - you rubbed his back

“I’m being dramatic, I know.” - Joe sighed

“You are not being dramatic. And I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel.” - you

I kissed his forehead, and Joe nuzzled himself more into my neck.

“I don't care if someone says shit about me, even the weird sexual stuff, but don't bring my family into it.” - Joe mumbled

“That is completely valid, baby. The boys and I are so lucky to have you.” - you

I threaded my fingers into his grown-out hair, and the tension finally left Joe’s body as he relaxed against me.

“I’m the lucky one.” - Joe

Not long after that, I heard the little snores coming from below me. I held Joe a little tighter, still running my fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much, more than you'll ever know.” - you whispered

——

May 6, 2024 - Morning

“Aww look at you, cutie!” - you

I was in the main room of our hotel room when Joe walked out of the bathroom after getting changed.

“You like?” - Joe

Smiling at the bashfulness in his voice and body language, I nodded, and Joe did a little spin for me.

“We’re kinda matching.” - you smiled

Joe wore black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a blush pink jacket over it. I was wearing a black jean skirt and a blush pink flowy top.

“You look gorgeous.” - Joe smiled

“Thanks.” - you

He walked up to me and dropped a kiss on my lips, pulling away to smile before kissing me again.

“Everything packed up?” - Joe

“I think so.” - you nod

Joe wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, lying his head against mine.

“Thank you for last night, by the way. Just you holding me like you did helped calm my nerves. Your words helped too, of course.” - Joe

“You don't have to thank me, that's my job as your wife to comfort you.” - you

“I know. You just do it extra well.” - Joe grinned

I giggled, but it was muffled by Joe leaning down to kiss me again.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, more than you'll ever know.” - Joe

Did he hear me last night? I thought.

—

Though I knew we'd only be able to see the beginning of the race, nothing compared to watching Joe’s face as the cars zoomed past.

“Woah!” - Joe

The smile never left my lips as I watched him, his fingers still laced with mine as he pointed.

“This is so cool! We need to bring the boys to a race!” - Joe

I leaned my head onto his shoulder, just wanting to be close to the man that I loved so much.

The moment was sweet, and Joe and I were wildly happy until the spell was broken by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

I leaned up, and Joe took his phone out of his pocket, grimacing when he saw who was calling.

“It's Coach, I gotta take this.” - Joe

Joe looked at me apologetically before standing up and walking away from our seats, and I watched him walk into the men's bathroom.

I sat by myself, still watching the race and not paying attention to my surroundings as much as I should when a man plopped down in Joe’s seat.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting by themselves? I'm Tyler.” - Tyler

“Oh, I’m not technically sitting alone. My husband had to take a work call.” - you

I put as much emphasis as possible on the word husband. I even picked my phone off of my lap, hoping the guy would see the lock screen picture of Joe and me.

“Husband, huh?” - Tyler

“Yup. I'm married and pregnant.” - you

“Pregnant? You don't look too big.” - Tyler

I immediately sighed and looked around for any signs of Joe, disappointed when I didn't see him.

“What does your husband do for work? Washed up, accountant?” - Tyler

“Professional athlete.” - you say without making eye contact

“Oh yeah? At the community center?” - Tyler

“No. He plays professional football.” - you

My gaze softened when my eyes landed on Joe, who was just a few feet away and walking over to me.

“What level?” - Tyler scoffed

“NFL.” - You

“Third-string punters don't count.” - Tyler laughed

“Trust me, he's not either.” - you

Joe was now standing right next to me, his face radiating RBF, though you can't see his eyes with his sunnies on.

“Hi, baby.” - you grin up at Joe

“Who’s this?” - Joe pointed at Tyler

Tyler was jaw dropped and looking up at Joe, completely shocked and horrified that he'd just tried to put the moves on Joe fucking Burrow’s wife.

“I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know she was your wife, you are a very lucky man.” - Tyler

He quickly stood up and slipped past Joe. I internally laughed at how Joe had a good 6 inches of height over the guy.

Joe was shaking his head as he sat down in his seat, throwing his arm around my shoulder in the process.

“I’m so fuckin’ done with these randos.” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you

“The girl yesterday and that guy today. I'm yours, and you're mine. I wish everyone knew that and fuckin’ respected it.” - Joe

“Me too, baby, but it's not their fault you're wildly handsome.” - you grin

Joe rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smug grin on his lips before looking back at me.

“It’s also not their fault you're so goddamn gorgeous, Mama.” - Joe

God, that stupid smirk. Joe was getting me worked up without even trying by the way he reached out and pushed my hair out of my face.

My eyes dropped to his lips, those sinful lips, and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me.

“That a new lip gloss?” - Joe

I nod, and Joe licks the remnants off of his own lips.

“Tastes good, babe.” - Joe

Lord, if he just took me to the bathroom and bent me over...

Joe leaned in again, his tongue darting out of his mouth before it tangled with mine.

“Is that strawberry?” - Joe groans

“Yeah.” - you sigh against his lips

I don't know what’s gotten into Joe for him to initiate a makeout with me in public, but you will not catch me complaining.

“We need to leave soon.” - Joe

“I thought we weren't leaving for like another twenty minutes?” - you

“Exactly.” - Joe

—

Joe and I giggled as we ran to the car. I knew he wasn't running at his full speed to keep up with me and my slightly swollen ankles, but something about that made it sweeter.

Once we got to the car, Joe unlocked it and looked around before hopping into the backseat and gesturing for me to come with him.

Joe locked the car up before reaching to undo my skirt.

“Lay back for me. As good as your lips taste, I need to taste something else.” - Joe

He pulled his jacket off and balled it up for me to rest my head on. I knew he was trying to be considerate, but all I could pay attention to was the way his shirt clung to his bulging muscles.

“You’re so fucking hot.” - you

“So are you, Mama.” - Joe

After getting my skirt off, Joe’s eyes turned dark as he took in the sight of me in my panties and top.

“Take your shirt off for me, please.” - Joe

Doing as he asked, Joe reached a hand around my back and popped my bra off with one hand.

“Your boobs sore?” - Joe

The way he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide while sucking his bottom lip put my core on notice, needing him in every possible way.

“Yeah.” - you sighed

Joe slowly leaned down and gently sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he massaged my other one with his agile fingers.

“Please, Joey.” - you whimper

He pulled his lips off with an audible pop and moved over to share the love with my other breast. Joe trailed his hand down my stomach and over my thigh before running his fingertips through my soaking slit.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” - Joe groans

“I need you.” - you whisper

Joe pressed his lips to mine as he slowly pushed two fingers into me. My own hands came up to grab onto his hair, one on the top of his head and the other on the back of his neck.

“Joe…” - you moan

He pulled his lips away from mine and leaned down, spreading my legs even more to where he could get his mouth to my core.

Icy blue eyes looked up at me, his hair wild as he closed his lips around my sensitive bud and slowly sucked on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me.

“Fuck, Joey!!” - you whimper

I was close, that familiar build-up in my stomach a signal that I was close to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Cum for me, Mama.” - Joe

That was all it took for the rubber band inside me to snap, and I was cumming hard around Joe’s fingers.

With every last drop of my release, Joe licked up and sucked each of his fingers into his mouth, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Joe groans

Once my vision somewhat unblurs, I look over to see Joe’s painfully tented pants. He’s so hard that he’s starting to accept the fact that he’s probably gonna cum in his pants.

“Joe. Take your pants off.” - you wheeze

He does as I say and slides his boxers down as well, showcasing his big and throbbing cock.

I was still able to get on my knees in the floorboard, and just as my lips were about to wrap around his dripping tip, Joe stopped me.

“Fuck, wait a sec.” - Joe

He leaned forward, and his dick brushed against my lips, eliciting a groan from him as he reached for my purse and rummaged through it.

“Here.” - Joe

Joe shifted back into the seat and handed me my tube of strawberry lip gloss.

“Put more on, please.” - Joe

I made a show of applying more product to my lips before leaning forward and taking him deep. Joe’s head fell back against the headrest as a moan left his lips.

As I bobbed my head, my lip gloss smeared all over his dick, and Joe was loving it.

It took him no time to finish, and the next thing I knew I was digging around my purse for wet wipes.

“You’re all sticky now.” - you laughed

“So fuckin’ worth it.” - Joe groaned

Joe was still lying with his head back, trying hard not to fall asleep.

I eventually found the wet wipes and cleaned Joe up before handing him his boxers.

“You okay to drive?” - you

“Yeah, but I'm for sure napping on the plane the entire way home.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you laughed

After cleaning myself off and both of us getting redressed, we hopped into the front seats and drove our way to the airport.

Just a few minutes into the flight on the private plane, Joe fell asleep on my shoulder. I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Robin.

On our way home! Saying Joe’s tired is an understatement. 😂

Awww! How sweet! See you guys in a bit!

—

Our homecoming was so sweet.

Tyson and Miles were so ecstatic to see Joe and me that both of our hearts melted completely.

Completely predictable like always, Joe and I weren't at all surprised when Tyson ran up to him first while Miles ran up to me.

“We missed you guys.” - Joe

His eyes were closed from pure bliss as he stood up with Tyson in his arms, hugging his little body close to his chest.

We eventually made our way into the living room where Robin and Jimmy were sitting on the couch.

“Aww, there's Mom and Dad!” - Robin grinned

Joe and I sat down on the couch. Miles left me to resume playing with the toy kitchen set that was dragged into the living room, while Tyson never left Joe’s lap.

“You missed Daddy, huh?” - you smiled

Tyson nodded and leaned his head against Joe’s chest, my heart fluttering at the way Tyson was Joe’s little shadow.

“You excited for practice tomorrow?” - Jimmy

“Yeah. I'm excited to get back out there.” - Joe

——

May 7, 2023 - Morning

Joe and I were standing in the garage. It was early in the morning so we kept our voices quiet.

He was leaving for his first practice publicly since his wrist injury, the first time the world would see him throwing again. Though Joe was excited, I could tell his nerves were creeping in.

“Look at me.” - you

Joe did as I said, and I looped my arms around his middle.

“You’re Joe Burrow. Since the first time I watched you play football, I knew you were destined for greatness, and that was a decade ago! There is nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it, Joe. I believe in you.” - you

Dropping his head to where his forehead was against mine, Joe leaned in and pressed a peck to my lips.

At that moment, in our garage at six in the morning, with our arms wrapped around each other, Joe knew I was all he needed to get by.

————————————————————————-

Authors note: kinda went crazy with this one!! This could have a part 2 in the future of May 8th’s hotness.

Hope you enjoyed!! 💕

[wrathful--artist]

Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

[mangomonk]

edit: here's the full fic based off this drabble! pt. 1 and pt. 2

an idea about goodie two shoes!remus that's been bouncing around in my head

remus is straight laced — he follows the rules to the t, tries his best in his studies, is polite and diplomatic to the teachers and the other students — all because he feels he can't afford to stray from being a good citizen. he's exhausted but he's afraid that if he does something wrong, the other students will look at him and if they look at him for too long, they'll know. he's dry and sarcastic and himself around the marauders, but outside of them, everyone only ever has glowing words for remus. polite. helpful. charming. remus prides himself on his princely behavior.

the only thing is that recently, he's begun to hear murmurs. "why doesn't remus lupin have a girlfriend?" he overhears one hufflepuff fourth year ask her group of friends. He knows they're really only whisperings, but remus, afraid of being seen as other, can't help but fixate on them, especially when he hears similar sentiment. "he receives plenty of confessions, but he only ever gives a vague rejection."

before he can even help it, remus is stuck into a spiral of anxiety. though he knows it's foolish, he can't help it. he's sure that everyone will connect the dots. first it'll start with the question of why he's never accepted a confession after all these years, and then soon, someone will guess that there's something wrong with him. and then everyone will see right through him.

after a particularly rough full moon, coupled by his growing anxieties, he accidentally snaps on a random girl. he doesn't even really remember her name or what he said or what even led him to snap at her, but once he does, he feels a strange mix of guilt and pure relief, as if the burden of holding up this princely facade has been lifted off his shoulders. and then he feels horror. she's staring back at him in pure surprise and all remus can think is, she's going to tell everyone what i'm really like. paralyzed in fear, all remus can do is mumble a half-assed apology before turning on heel and high tailing it out of the library.

"if you're so worried about this, why not just get a temporary girlfriend?" james suggests later at dinner, mistakenly taking remus's silence as anxiety about the girlfriend rumors, and not how he had blown up on some girl — remus didn't tell them, he was still panicking trying to figure out a plan for damage control. he couldn't help but keep watching her across the great hall, on edge every time she said something to a friend. if only he could keep watch.

"it's not that easy, prongs," remus says, forcing his voice to be even. if i get a girlfriend, she'll find out easily after i disappear each month. not to mention remus in general not wanting to subject someone to his lycanthropy.

"seems easy enough," sirius says, nodding past his shoulder. "you have another confession lined up."

"er, remus," a ravenclaw girl says from behind him. he recognizes her from his potions class, but all he can feel is a sense of dread as he notices a few other students turn around in growing interest. "i've fancied you for quite awhile now, and i was wondering..."

remus has a hard time listening to her as his nerves grow. if he rejects her in front of all these people, are the rumors going to spread? out of the corner of his eye, reflexively, he spots the girl he had blown up on earlier leaning to whisper something to her friend. "i'm sorry," remus says, forcing on an apologetic smile. before he can question himself, his nerves gets the better of him. "i actually have someone i like right now."

"oh," the ravenclaw girl squeaks, disappointed. "sorry, i didn't know—"

"that's okay, i haven't made it very clear," remus cuts in hurriedly, his gaze fixating past her. the ravenclaw doesn't even have a chance to ask — she likely wouldn't have asked anyways, but remus points to the girl from earlier. "—that i like her."

ANYWAYS can you imagine the hurt that would ensue if they eventually start dating (fake on his end, real on hers... he picks her because 1) he never expects her to agree to date him after that incident, 2) he can keep an eye on her or blame his behavior on having a crush) and eventually he grows comfortable to not have to put up this goodie two shoes facade but she finds out it was just to cover his ass yeah... im hurting

EDIT: full fic below pt. 1: i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me pt. 2: i've been dreaming

[minv97]

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Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!

100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.

This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!

Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3

This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.

“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”

You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.

“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.

“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.

“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”

“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”

Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.

You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.

“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.

“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.

The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.

He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.

“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”

“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.

Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”

“What about when you’re not around?”

“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”

Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.

Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.

He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”

“Oh my god, Jihoon.”

“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”

After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.

“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.

“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.

You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.

“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.

“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.

You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.

“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”

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[poraphia]

OKAY THIS IDEA HAS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR AWHILE SOOO

So basically reader is a vigilante and for one reason or another they end up in a fight with Wilbur. Reader is really cocky about it and ends up flirting with him the entire fight. Wilbur is amused and a bit shocked but most likely unaffected.

After a couple fights where the flirting does not stop he decides flirt back thinking reader would also be unaffected because they've been actively flirting the entire time. But reader gets Flustered with a capital F. Like, they're face is all red and everything

"Let's Make Music, Honey Voice."

pairing • siren x vigilante!music!reader 1289 • 9.25.23 containing • continuous flirting and teasing, one HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE FLIRT, depictions of fighting, bits of cursing :) my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"It was so easy winning against you in a fight, but flirting back? You have my knees weak."

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Okay, maybe I got a bit carried away with this one.

But what could I say? It’s not every day you can beat a supervillain senseless.

I stared down at Siren from an elevated rooftop. With a cocky grin, I plucked gently at some tunes on my bass, taunting him with my upbeat melody. He got up from his ruined state, scoffing at my victory lap around the edge.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” I mocked, exaggerating the tilt of my head as my torso nearly bent. “You look so cute when you’re flustered, sweetheart! I guess somebody forgot to do his vocal training today.” I giggled. He only smirked in response, letting his coat flutter with the soft wind that was picking up.

“Yeah, yeah,” He brushed off. “But I’m still standing. Give me some credit here, Strings.” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes before holding my guitar in position. The moon played as our light above us. The street lights below barely illuminated the villain’s strong jaw and curly locks. My hair swayed with the midnight breeze as the moon’s reflection highlighted my axe bass hybrid. I took a deep inhale, a near-enamored sigh escaping my nostrils.

“Fine, I’ll give you another chance, but only because you’re cute!” I chimed. With my thumb, I strummed hard at the steel strings, aiming to knock Siren down again with my sound waves. But instead, Siren dodged out of impact, making a B-Line straight toward me. I quickly hopped off the ledge and onto another building. Siren was behind me, hot on my trail. Quickly, I ran as fast as I could before strumming down, boosting me off of the ground and into the air, leaving Siren breathless. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“I know you’re obsessed with me, but come on now!” I called out. I gently strummed to glide my way through the winds. Siren searched around the building, retrieving a spare, lengthy rope. He fiddled with the material for a few seconds before forming a lasso and hooking me on. A sharp squeak escaped my throat as I was immediately pulled down. I clutched on my bass, bracing for impact, but instead, I landed straight into Siren’s arms.

Immediately, I smiled and stretched my limbs out. “Ahh, sorry babe, you can only hold me like this after our wedding.” I ruffled his hair and hopped out of his grasp, sliding against the concrete floor.

Siren clicked his tongue before rolling his head in a circle, cracking his neck while facing me. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't fight melee.” He commented. I hummed a bit, noticing the slight irritation in his voice. I gripped my bass by the neck, taking off the strap, and pointed the blade of the axe towards him.

“You sure you wanna fight melee? Don’t want to chop your head off.” I giggled.

“Drop your weapon and don’t pick it back up.” His voice rang in my ears in such an angelic way that if I had a choice, I’d probably drop my weapon anyway. My bass axe clattered against the ground, leaving me with my bare hands. I looked at him with puffed-up cheeks, annoyed by his superpower. In turn, he shined his cheeky grin at me.

“No fair!” I cried.

“Oh, it is very much fair.” Without a gap between his words, Siren lunged at me, forcing me to put my arms up in self-defense. I pushed him back by kicking him in the stomach. I aimed to punch his face with one first after another, but skillfully he ducked down and dodged both hits. He ran past me, gripping both of my wrists tight. I winced in pain, struggling for my freedom. With enough tugging, I was able to free my dominant hand, elbowing him in the stomach to loosen his grip on my other arm. I escaped his grasp, turning around so that I could face him.

“Y’know,” I huffed, swinging my leg to kick him in the face, only for him to narrowly avoid my attack with a crouch. He continued to aim punches at me as I struggled to move past his fists. “We could make a cute band together!” We tangoed under the stars as our legs guided us to safety. “Me, the cool bassist that steals your heart, and you, the singer, who would write countless romantic songs for me—!” Before I could continue on my words, Siren made a clean sweep with leg, nearly tripping me over. In one swift second, as I was about to hit the ground, Siren picked up my bass and hooked the two of us inside the strap. My back rested on the instrument as he held it behind me.

The supervillain towered over me in close proximity. I stared up at him, not sure if I could formulate the words to comment on our position. Slowly, he leaned his lips into my ear.

“Then how about we go back to my place and make some sweet, sweet music, hm?” He whispered. "Maybe I could get some lovely tunes out of you.."

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Words refused to register in my brain. “I— Ah— mm—!” Suddenly I was a stuttering mess. The heat rising to my cheeks was nearly unbearable. Siren retreated from my ear and looked down at me a bewildered expression forming on his face. This may be the one time I regret choosing a masquerade mask to protect my identity. If my bashfulness wasn’t apparent enough in my voice, he could certainly see it from my glowing red cheeks!

“Strings, are you..—?”

“S-Shut up!” I interrupted him from continuing his sentence. I slipped out of our position, letting the cool air slap in my face as I turned my back on the blindfolded man. Never has Siren ever attempted to flirt with me back. My heart was racing out of my chest and my knees felt so weak. I wanted to run and squeal around this rooftop, but instead, I maintained my composure to the best of my ability.

As if to toy with me, Siren approached me, pressing his chest against my head. He lifted my bass over me, letting the strap fall onto my shoulder. “Carry your instrument.” He commanded. My arms flew up, immediately grabbing it by the neck and hip. I was too paralyzed and flustered to move and make any sort of remark. This made Siren hum curiously.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet.” He said, almost shocked. It took all my might to not turn around and bang this man in the head. Instead, I remained composed to the best of my ability. He began walking around me, now standing in front. With his hands behind his back, he leaned down with his face nearly inches away from mine. “Let’s call this a tie, I suppose.” His smile was wide and prideful, and rather than being annoyed, I felt my heart melt at such a sight.

“I-It’s whatever…” I mumbled, too shy to even look at him through my mask. Siren chuckled, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger.

“I’ll be seeing you around then, my bassist.” With that, he waved me goodbye as he walked off, disappearing into the night. My heart pounded my ears, not even working up the courage to move my wobbly legs. I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat go down. My eyes trailed down to my bass as my cheeks still tingled at the thought of him.

Fuck..

Ugh.. Fuck!

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a / n ~ was sooo excited to get this fic out when i saw the request a couple days ago! notes, reblogs, replies, whatever! are super duper appreciated! i saw all the little reblogs and replies about being excited for my siren content which is why i decided to push through writing this before i went to sleep! i hope yall enjoyyyy <333

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‘Under The Bleachers’

1k celebration drabble

‘Under The Bleachers’

notes: part I of under the bleachers has hit 1k notes! Tysm guys 😭 part three will be out in the next few months hopefully. It’s very small but I had it in my drafts for so long.

Hanma stroked your hair comfortingly as you sobbed into his chest, shaking violently.

You hated the part of town Hanma lived in, it was dirty, full of crime and disgusting men who looked at you like a chunk of meat.

Even with Hanma’s promise to protect you, you were still shaken when things like this happened. You had been cuddled up in Hanma’s arms like usual, allowing him to spoon you from behind when the loud crack of a gunshot sent you flying up into a sitting position in bed. It quickly was followed with a second shot, then a third and Hanma used his elbow to prop himself up, watching as you began to shake.

“It’s okay, baby. Just cover you ears.” He said softly, welcoming you into his arms when you crawled close and threw your arms around his neck, panicked and on the verge of tears. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, before one came up to cradle the back of your head.

You were inconsolable as the shots continued to ring out, face buried in Hanma’s neck as you relied on him for comfort. Hanma felt bad for putting you in this position, ever since those men had attacked you, you had been extra jumpy and paranoid with your surroundings. This only further proved to you that the part of town Hanma lived in was horrible.

Even once the gunshots stopped and it became silent outside once again, you still remained bundled up against Hanma, cries slowly quieting down until the two of you were both silent. Yet you were still waiting for another shot to pierce the air at any moment.

“I’ll move us into a better apartment.” Hanma suddenly said, beginning to stroke you hair and look down at you. “We’ll go somewhere in a safer part of town where you can go on walks by yourself and not be scared.” He said softly, watching as you began to nod and squeeze him even tighter.

Those words seemed to comfort you a bit and you couldn’t help but feel warmed up by Hanma’s sudden change of heart when it came to the area he spent most of his time in. If it meant keeping you safe and comfortable, he’d do it.

Things remained quiet for awhile longer until you broke the silence, “I quit the cheerleading team.”

That was the last thing Hanma had expected to hear.

“Why?”

You sighed softly, turning to rest your head on his collar. “I keep missing practices…my team needs me and they deserve a better captain than me. One that will actually lead them.” You said softly thinking about how many times you had failed your friends in the last few months that you had been dating Hanma while remaining on the squad.

Hanma nodded but he couldn’t help the feeling of slight unhappiness in his chest. It felt wrong. You had been a cheerleader for a very long time now and it was where he saw you at your best. Smiling, cheering and bouncing around. The idea that he wouldn’t get to see you like that anymore made him feel wrong.

“You should take up dance.” He said before going silent.

[metamorphosisff]

|Chapter 18 | Find Your Way Back

This past week had been relatively stress free after committing to the homework Dr. Mitchell doled out in our session. Outside of work I didn’t do anything that I did not have to do which meant I took time off from the gym and a break from helping out with Granddad. I needed a full break away from everyone. It wasn’t until this assignment that I realized that I was always on go, always running around, or exerting energy in some form. I had forgotten what it was like to be still and pour into myself. In this moment of stillness I found that what I really needed was to grieve. I needed to grieve Sabrina, who Grandad was, and who I used to be. I needed to grieve so that I could make space for the person I am now. 

My eyes travel back to my phone for the umpteenth time in the last twelve hours. I know Mila read my text because she hearted it but I have yet to receive a written or verbal response from her. The heart was a good sign yet it wasn’t enough. I needed more because I missed the hell out of her. Did she miss me the same way? Right as I was about to pick up the device again to craft another message, the sound of my door opening followed by footsteps, caused me to stand up. It didn’t take long to see who was barging into my apartment unannounced. 

“We let you have your lil Eat, Pray, Love moment but enough. We are going to watch this game and eat some wings,”  Aiden said, as he sauntered past the entryway armed with bags. Rah trailed behind him holding a case of beer.

“Bro, that key is for emergencies,” I said, shaking my head at them.

“It is an emergency. When was the last time you took a shower?” Aiden shouted over his shoulder, as he continued making his way towards the kitchen.

Okay, he had me there. I hadn’t actually left my apartment in the past three days and depression has a way of making you break routine. A quick lift of my arms, let me know that I needed to fix that immediately.

“Aight, it’s been awhile but I’ma get on it. Use coasters please,” I said, as I began walking towards the bathroom. 

“You might want to tighten up that hairline while you at it,” Rah said, making a clipper motion with his hands.

“Fuck y’all,” I chuckled.

“And hurry up funky, we hungry!” Aiden yelled, over the sound of clattering plates and my drawers being yanked open with more force than necessary. I shook my head as I proceeded to the bathroom deciding not to prolong the journey by responding to him. 

It takes me about forty minutes to shape up my hairline and then shower. When I saunter back into the living room it’s to a round of applause.

“Aye man, fuck y’all,” I chuckle, as I reach for a wing.

They had made use of one of the big bowls my mother insisted I would need one day and poured all of the wings into them. Beside that bowl was a plate full of fries and another of onion rings. There was also a box of pizza that Rah was currently inhaling half of. 

“What y’all niggas been up to besides breaking and entering?” I ask, as I sit down on the other end of the couch.

“Nothing but the usual. This nigga need help with a proposal to Keisha but I told him that’s your lane,” Aiden said, eyes trained on the game on the TV like he didn’t just announce something important.

“Oh shit, you ready to propose? It’s about time,” I said, looking over at Rah.

“Yeah man I know, I’ve been ready but now it feels like we’re both on the same page,” Rah says with a small smile. 

“I’m happy for you bro. She’s definitely going to say yes,” I said. 

“Duh, they've been together forever,” Aiden tosses in.

We both give him a side eye that he doesn’t see because his glance hasn’t left the game and won’t. Shaking my head I continue, “Aight, let me hear your ideas so I can tell you if they’re good or not.”

For the next hour we bounce ideas back and forth until we get the best proposal plan that encompasses both Rah and Keisha as a couple. In a month’s time, he will be popping the big question and I couldn’t be more happy for them. Once that’s squared away, Aiden insists that we head out to a few bars to celebrate the fact that the Nets won. However, I’m not ready to be out and about just yet so I send them on their way after they make me swear to show up to the gym this week. 

The moment I think I am about to get some peace after the guys leave, my phone starts to ring. I instantly reach for it hoping it’s Mila but when I see who it actually is, I freeze for a moment. The name ‘Pops’ flashes across my screen with a picture of us from my college graduation. It was a day neither of us thought I would see so we were especially happy to celebrate the occasion together. It rings out three more times but instead of answering, I watch it go to voicemail. He might be ready to talk but I’m not. Tossing my phone to the side, I’m on my way to the kitchen to get a drink when there’s a knock on the door. I swing it open without looking because I assume the boys forgot something but I’m in shock when I see who it is.

With her hair freshly braided and dressed in a cream sweater dress, Mila stands before me shyly. My eyes trace over her frame, it’s been so long since I’ve seen her in person that I instantly want to take in what’s been missed. It seems she is doing the same because when our eyes meet once more, a blush takes over her cheeks.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hi,” I replied.

“May I come in?” she asks.

“Of course, my bad, come, come,” I said, moving back so that she could enter the apartment. I have never been more thankful for the boy's intrusion like I am now because if she decided to pop up a few hours ago I would have been looking rough. I follow behind her until we’re both standing toe to toe in the living room. We resume eyeing each other again. There are oceans of words between us but none of them compare to the three that have been swirling in my mind nonstop since opening the door. She opens her mouth to speak but I beat her to it. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. More than you know.”

That’s all we both need to hear before enveloping each other in a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist tightly and she squeezes my shoulders to bring me closer. It takes everything in me not to hoist her into my arms. As badly as I want to, I know there are things that need to be said before we fall back into each other. She nuzzles her face in my chest and inhales deeply. I rub her back slowly as she gathers her thoughts. After a few moments she says, “I’m sorry to pop up but I feel like I owed you an in person apology. I took my past out on you and that was so unfair.”

“Mila I’m s-

“No, let me finish,” she said, tipping her head back so that our eyes could meet. Her brown eyes were already glazed over with tears begging to spring free. “I have not had the easiest life and because of that it’s so hard for me to trust people. Like unbelievably fucking hard. Then you came along and made me question everything I thought I knew. You gave me the ability to open up and I have never felt so seen. I have never felt so free.”

The tears that she had been holding back crash down onto her cheeks but instead of hiding her face like usual she bares them for me to see. “What Trevor did to me…made me feel like the woman I was before you. Scared and angry. Beyond angry and when I saw you, in a way I was mad that without you around I couldn’t be free. That wasn’t right to put on you and it took me some time and therapy,” she said with a sly grin causing us to both chuckle. It was only a few months ago that she had been adamant about not talking to anyone. The strides she has taken in our weeks apart makes me so proud.“...to realize that I can’t rest my freedom or happiness on your shoulders. I have to own that for myself or else I’m always going to be left to pick up the pieces”.

Leaning down, I press my lips softly against hers, no longer able to resist the urge. “Thank you,” I say against her lips. “While that is true, I need you to know that I am here for you, to support your happiness and aid in it. To protect you. To cherish you. To love you because I do love you and I’m in love with you Jamila Cortez.”

“I’m in love with you-

I swallow the rest of her confession with my tongue. The last of my restraint has vanished with those five words. She mewls as I finally give into my other urge and hoist her into my arms. Her hands raise from my shoulders to cup my face as I continue to devour her lips. As we kiss, I can feel the color slip back into my life. That’s how vibrant she is, how potent. We end up against the wall, breathing heavy as my lips move from her lips to the hollows of her throat. She smells of jasmine and promise, I sink my teeth in and am rewarded with a guttural moan. The kind that can only be elicited when two people know without a shadow of a doubt that their kindred spirit is present. 

We become an endeavor of sloppy movements fueled by an urgency to reunite as one. Her hands are fumbling with my sweats as I bunch her dress up to her waist. The thong she wears is easily ripped from her frame with one strong pull. The act causes her to push her hips against mine in excitement. Holding her tightly with my left arm, I use my right hand to slip myself against her folds.

“Damn,” I curse, feeling how wet she is for me already. 

As if she can read my mind she says, “She missed you too.”

I lean in and nip at her bottom lip as I guide myself inside, stretching her walls. She cries out softly as I’m welcomed back to my favorite place. Digging her heels into my lower back, Mila uses the leverage to drop onto me fully, causing us both to moan out. 

“Hold on,” I instruct as I grip both of her hips.

I wait until she interlocks her arms around my shoulders but once she does? I began to plummet into her warmth with abandon. My concentration is solely on the way our bodies work in tandem, each time I pull back, I’m covered in more and more of Mila. When I glance up, I catch Mila’s focused stare as she watches the way I disappear and reappear inside of her. Each time snatching more of her breath than the last. Feeling my stare, she drags me closer for a kiss. Her tongue flicks against mine until I capture and suck it slowly. 

“Xayyy,” she cries, tearing her mouth from mine. Her back is flush against the wall as I alternate my strokes from deep plunges to a slow grind against her spot.

“What’s up baby? Talk to me,” I said, speaking directly in her ear before licking the outer shell. “What do you want me to do?”

“There, there, there. Stay there,” she panted, tightening her grip against me.

“Right here?” I said, grinding deeper towards the left.

“Yes! Yes!” she said, flinging her head back so it lands on the wall with a soft thud. Her hips are winding, meeting my thrusts eagerly. We are in this together. 

“You really luh me?” I questioned teasingly, placing a kiss on her damp collarbone. 

“I do,” she said, nodding her head fervently. “So fucking much.”

“You gon’ cum for me then?” I asked.

“If you listen and don’t move,” she whines, causing me to chuckle.

Placing my lips against hers, I said, “I got you baby. I got you.”

Slipping a hand between us, I rub my fingers across her clit in circular motions causing her hips to freeze as she succumbs to the pleasure. “Nuh uh, no one told you to stop. Keep going,” I said.

“That’s too much,” she breathed out, tears aligning her eyes again. This time from pleasure as she tries to rise up to alleviate the pressure she was chasing only moments before. I yank her back down not allowing the escape.

“You got this,” I said, stealing another kiss. “Fuck me back like a good girl.”

Licking her lips, she nods her head, my words successfully triggering her hips to continue meeting my strokes. Though they initially held steady in pace, the more I played with her clit, the more frantic Mila’s movements became. Her walls were starting to pulse against me and I knew it was only a matter of time before we were both on our way to bliss. 

All that could be heard between us was heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against one another. Catching her gaze again, I saw the vulnerability she used to try to hide. At this moment it’s all there for me to see and I have never been more appreciative. Leaning in, I rest my forehead on hers as our lips meet for another kiss. It’s as frantic as our lower bodies as the power of our connection drives us forward. We’re moaning together as we crash out at the same time. This orgasm steals our breaths as we slink to the floor entangled. From this day forward I knew we would always have each other. When I looked at Mila, it was like seeing my heartbeat outside of my chest. 

Breathing hard against one another, we exchange soft kisses, and gentle touches as we come down from the intensity of our orgasms. She’s placing kisses on my chest while I play with her hair when I say, “Please don’t shut me out again. I know every day won’t be easy but I promise not to make it harder. I promise to have your back as long as you let me. I promise to choose you everyday.”

Raising her head up, she meets my eyes and I see the remorse in her gaze but it’s unnecessary because she was forgiven weeks ago. “I promise too. I promise to be better and to communicate instead of running away. I promise to choose you too.”

Lifting my index finger, I silently beckon her to come closer which she does by slinking her body up my torso. When she is close enough, I grab her throat and pull her towards my face. At the same time her hand finds my length. We sink into each other at the same time. Our promises are sealed.

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 14

"What happened son?" "I met a girl."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SUNDAY, 9:00PM

Clyde stood at the laundromat for two hours doing his dirty laundry. He tried to keep his mind focused on anything but Y/N but he just couldn't stop looking at his phone. He realized he never got her phone number which made him feel like an idiot. Snow had texted him throughout the day asking if he had heard from her yet and by the afternoon time, he finally asked her to stop asking because it was bumming him out.

He kicked around the apartment for awhile, cleaning random things. His apartment had never looked so put together, even when he moved in. Johnny had stopped in to see if he wanted to go to a show tonight but when he saw the state of the apartment, he was worried.

"Dude...are you moving out or something?" Johnny ran his hand on the kitchenette counter and it wasn't sticky for a change.

"No I just...I can't stop thinking about Y/N and the possibility that I may have fucked up. I've been trying to stay busy all day but she hasn't called or texted...nothing." Johnny knew that Clyde wasn't someone who put himself out there romantically. He knew he was really into Y/N when he finally stepped up and asked her out because usually he would provide safe haven for people and let them drift off into the night whenever they wanted to. She was different. He could tell his best friend really cared about this girl.

"Did you ask Snow if maybe she's called her? I mean I know she's got her number because she sent pictures to her from the other night." Johnny tried and Clyde's eyes went wide.

"Snow has her number?! She didn't say that!" Clyde snatched his phone up and started texting Snow immediately. She apologized and sent him her number and the photos she had.

"Look, I don't want to leave you here like this man. Why not just come out for a little bit to take your mind off of things. She'll call. She was definitely into you. Beau was actually butthurt she turned him down for you." Clyde looked at Johnny.

"She did?" He asked almost desperately.

"Yeah man! You've gotta stop shitting on yourself. That's my job!" Johnny put him in a headlock and Clyde pinched his nipple.

"I'm good here man. I might take a drive later just to grab groceries but I'll hit you up. Thanks for having my back." Clyde held his hand out and Johnny dapped him up, pulling their hands to his chest in a side hug.

Clyde considered actually going to the grocery store just to restock in case Y/N just randomly showed up but first he tried to text, just to check in.

"Hey, it's Clyde. I was thinking about you and wanted to check in." Clyde sent the text, thumb shaking over the SEND button for a few moments before he let it fly. He sat on the couch, bouncing his knee up and down for about 10 minutes before pacing back and forth, biting his thumbnail.

"Jesus I'm fucking losing it." Clyde raked his hands through his hair and pocketed his phone. He walked out of the apartment, jumping in the van and batting the idea of doing a drive by around in his head. He had no idea what she drove so checking the lot for a car was pointless. He kept checking his phone but the message still went unanswered. He cruised past her apartment complex but there weren't any lights on.

"Okay if she's not home, why isn't she answering her phone?" Clyde said outloud to himself.

"Fuck it." He dialed the number and waited.

"The number you are trying to reach is currently not available."

Clyde felt like he had been punched in the gut. He tossed his phone on the seat and shook his head. This wasn't like him. He wasn't this guy and he hated that he was acting this crazy. He pulled away from her apartment and just started driving. He didn't want to go back to his apartment and he didn't want to be around anyone so he went to the last place anyone would look for him.

He knew it was late but he didn't see a car in the driveway which meant either no one was home or he was about to walk in and create chaos. He used the key and made sure to enter the code in the keypad before the alarm sounded but he jumped when his dad popped around the corner.

"Jesus Clyde! You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here?" His dad was holding a carton of milk in one hand and his cellphone in the other.

"I...um...I don't know if Shelly is home or not but I was wondering if I could stay here tonight." Clyde tucked his hair behind his ear and his Dad knew something was wrong. Clyde never asked to do many things. He usually would just do things and try to charm people into not being pissed about it. Despite being kicked out of the home, Clyde had a decent relationship with his dad. He was always kind of a little shit to his step mom and shooting the dog didn't help but his dad was actually grateful. They both couldn't handle watching the dog suffer any longer.

"She's out of town so you can stand down." Clyde relaxed and followed his dad into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry? I was about to make some cereal." He grabbed Clyde a bowl knowing the boy stayed hungry but Clyde shook his head.

"Is everything okay? You never turn down food." His dad sat down at the table and Clyde stayed in the corner, arms crossed bouncing on his feet.

"Yeah I'm...I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind." Clyde didn't meet his dad's gaze until the screech of the chair legs across the floor sounded, his dad extending his arm inviting him to sit. Clyde did and started biting his thumb again.

"What happened son?" His dad was beginning to really worry.

"I met a girl." Clyde breathed.

"Oh God! Is she pregnant? Is she okay? How long-"

"No God no! Nothing like that. I just...I've never felt like this before and I keep thinking I already fucked it up or if I hadn't then I absolutely will." Clyde rambled.

"Oh...well that's good. Not that you think you'll fuck it up but that, you know...no babies...not yet anyway. You know I wouldn't mind being a grandpa just not...you know, right now." Clyde shook his head. It was times like this where he knew what traits he got from him and what he got from his mom, which wasn't much.

"You think you love her?" Clyde looked at him pained.

"Yeah...I'm pretty sure I do which is crazy. I mean we spent two days together and I can't stop thinking about her but I don't know! How do you know? I've never been in love before." Clyde racked his hands through his hair and his dad reached out to him.

"Son, you've got to take a breath. Love isn't something that should make you carry dread. You have a big heart so the idea of falling in love with someone can be scary but if the person truly has the same feelings, they'll never make you feel that dread." Clyde nodded at his dad.

"What if she doesn't realize I'm like this? What if she finds out I've been freaking out about her all day and she's too overwhelmed by it...by me?" His dad laughed.

"Clyde, if she spent even two hours with you, I'm sure she knows that you are a hurricane of chaos but in the best way. You've just got to let her meet you halfway." Clyde felt like that would be impossible. He was so anxious about the whole situation that he didn't know if he liked feeling like this if it was what love was.

His phone beeped in his pocket and his heart jumped. He pulled his phone from his pocket and frowned.

"Is it her?" His dad inquired.

"No just Snow." Clyde opened the message and saw it was a picture of him and Y/n from last night. She was sitting on his lap, arm around his neck and they were both laughing. She had her eyes on him and looked comfortable being so connected to him. He looked truly happy just being able to be in her presence.

"This is Y/N. Snow must have taken it the other night." Clyde didn't usually show his dad photos of his friends because he knew how all of them looked out on the town.

"She's very pretty. She seems to be pretty infatuated with you..unless she just likes to sit on everyone's lap and wrap her arms around them." Clyde chuckled.

"No actually. She's pretty good about her personal space." Clyde said making his dad laugh.

"Just not when it comes to you...I wonder why that might be? I think she might like you a little bit." Clyde rolled his eyes.

"You look like you need sleep kid. Go upstairs, get comfortable and if you head out early, please let your old man know. Things will work themselves out. You just have to let it fall into place." His dad gripped his shoulder and Clyde nodded. He didn't come to his dad too often for these sorts of talks but he could tell it meant a lot to him. Clyde climbed the stairs and flopped down on his bed unsure of how he was just supposed to sleep.

[nomsfaultau]

thank you so much for writing mandatory family reunion. i just reread it for the eighth time. i think im going to dedicate my life to life to reading your other sbi fics until you update again. also; do you have any tips for committing to fics and not leaving them half-finished?

ahhhh that’s so sweet glad you enjoyed! As for writing fics, having it be your special interest really helps. But for more general advice on finishing:

-Don’t stick to just one story. Which seems counter intuitive! But inevitably you’re going to hit a snag in one story. So instead of stopping writing at all, switch projects. Writing involves a whole bunch of thinking, and stuff needs time to percolate in the back of your head. But having a small project to work on in the mean time keeps you engaged in the writing process, gives you practice, makes you feel like you’re making progress, and allows time to work out the other story. I personally have 1-2 main projects, Fault and MFR, and then rotate a couple back burner stories that I work on whenever I get inspiration and fully expect to have very slow progress and possibly never finish. Short stories, one shots, hell even just writing little one off scenes that don’t go anywhere. It’s a way to keep writing fun and thus you’re more likely to continue working on the stuff you’re trying to complete. Don’t feel bad if there’s breaks between working on your main project. Writing involves a lot of thinking and it takes time to do that.

-Devoting time to do that thinking also significantly helps. When you’re falling asleep can be a good time to rotate stories in your head. Could also be if you’re walking from place to place, or brushing your teeth, or other little gaps in the day. Even if you’re not physically writing, it’s still part of the process and can make it easier when you actually sit down to write because you know what scene you’re most excited to work on. Also, talking over your story idea with a friend is a great way to stay motivated if you can get over the mortifying ordeal of being known. You can bounce ideas off them, and other people’s investment in a project can be a great motivator to finish. Like legit a single ao3 comment once stopped me from my plan to abandon a fic. Reminding yourself why you (and other people) like the story makes it easier to want to continue.

-Keeping a rough outline of what you envision for the story can give you a road map to how close to done you are and where to go next. Just like you can hop between projects, I find jumping around the plot time line to write what scene I’m most interested in atm keeps me going instead of writing everything in order. Though, all writers have different degrees of plot planning, so that depends on your style.

-Art! I’m an artist, and while writing definitely fuels what I draw, I find doodling cool scenes I want to write really inspires me to keep going. This sorta falls under the same category of continuing to think about the story and motivating you to finish. -I found keeping a writing journal has improved how I view my writing. Basically, I’ll jot down a bullet point list of scenes worked on that week/month. Writing is a very slow process, so seeing a timeline of actual progression on a story makes it feel like I’m actually getting more out of my head and onto paper. I also jot down what ideas for scenes I came up with since that’s also part of writing, and might include a chill no stakes writing goal for that period, like work on X or Y project, or a particular scene. Sometimes my goal is just ‘write at least one sentence’. I give it lots of leeway, and accept that the muse may just be somewhere else that week. And if the goal isn’t met, no sweat! Life can get busy at times and it’s more important that you aren’t beating yourself up if it’s been awhile since you last touched a project. Forcing yourself to write a scene that isn’t ready won’t result in a good scene or an happy writer. Switch projects, give yourself time to think about it, take care of yourself, etc.

And, legitimately, don’t be afraid to abandon a piece. Maybe you’ll come back to it, maybe you won’t. It can feel disheartening to feel like you can’t seem to finish a project, but unfinished pieces also do a lot for you: they hone your craft, allow you a creative outlet, give you scenes that could potentially be reworked for later pieces, and most importantly were hopefully fun to write! Story crafting is a hobby that should bring you joy, not frustration and shame.

Like, I have stories that will never see the light of day and are just so I can have fun and poke it with a stick occasionally. I’m 100% confident in saying that every author will have tenfold the number of unfinished wips compared to complete works. That’s just part of the creative process: exploring different worlds to find the one you want to write.

Perhaps a fic might never get finished, but in the wise words of Technoblade: “if you enjoy it, it’s not time wasted, no?”

(Now, I think he was talking about murdering people, but the point still stands.)

[e-dubbc11]

Stripped

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, male strip club shenanigans, lots of fun, fluff, and humor

Word Count: 4.1K-ish (who knew I had this much to say about Stripper! Rumlow 🤣😉)

Summary: Brock and Reader are in an established relationship. He’s been leaving to go to “work” at night and Reader seems to think he’s keeping something from her. Reader goes out with her friends for a friend’s birthday celebration and gets a surprise of her own.

A/N: Based on a conversation between me and my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass She always has wonderful ideas and this one was a lot of fun. Lily and I bounced dialogue off of each other that I did put in towards the end of this fic. I also made a playlist to go along with this and I’ll link that at the end. Real life Ginger @gijos helped me with a few details for this one too. I hope you like it! 🩵

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Didn’t you work already today, Brock?” You asked, looking up from your book.

Your boyfriend, Brock Rumlow, looked down at you with his whiskey colored eyes and nervously replied, “I did, doll. But this just came up and I’ll get paid extra for it so I have to go.”

The nervous tone to his voice told you he wasn’t exactly telling you the whole truth.

“Are you sure that’s all it is, baby?” You asked, softly.

He cocked his head slightly and gave you a half smile.

“Of course it is, sweetheart.” He replied.

Brock leaned down to kiss you on the forehead and with his work bag slung over his shoulder, he headed for the front door.

“It won’t take too long, I promise.” He said. Brock’s voice sounded tired and extra raspy after the long day he already had.

He had been doing these late night jobs for awhile now, but it just sounded like they weren’t the normal type of work he did for SHIELD. You had no reason not to trust him, he always came home when he said he would, and never broke his promises.

Later that night

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body when he spooned up behind you, his strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he kissed your bare shoulder. The combination of his natural scent was mixed with something unfamiliar, cologne, perfume, or maybe both? But you ignored it and drifted back to sleep.

You were just happy he was home safe with you.

**********

The next morning, the aroma of coffee wafted past your nose as you rolled over in bed. The space next to you was cold where Brock had been sleeping, and you wondered how long he had been awake for.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Brock said with a warm smile as you slowly walked into the kitchen.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you asked him, “You must have gotten home pretty late, huh?”

The smile disappeared from his face. He could tell that you were a little upset.

“Yeah, I tried not to wake you, doll. I thought I was being quiet and I’m sorry if I woke you, baby. I really did try not to.” Said Brock.

The look on his face and the tone of his voice told you he felt bad for getting home late and disturbing your sleep but you decided it would be best if you just let it go. Brock felt bad enough without you giving him a bunch of shit for working late. He did apologize for it.

“It’s ok, baby.” You said with a slight smile. “May I have some coffee, please?”

As Brock poured coffee into your favorite mug, you reminded him that you were going out tonight with your friends for a birthday celebration. It was your friend Shannon’s birthday and she decided that she wanted to go see some strippers.

“What?” Brock asked as his lips pulled into a straight line and his voice dipped a little lower, the rasp a little more prominent.

“Yeah…you know it’s not really my thing but that’s what she wanted to do. She’s the birthday girl. You should see her, she bought a sash and everything.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Brock didn’t seem amused at all. He ran his thick fingers through his dark brown hair and hesitated before asking you, “Well, uh, which…which one, I mean, yeah so which club are you going to?”

Taking a sip of your coffee, you raised your eyebrows and shrugged.

“I dunno. I think Shannon said it was a place that’s a little ‘classier’ than the usual ‘bingo hall’ type male strip clubs. These are her words, not mine, baby. I think they’re all a little sleazy.” You said.

“S-so you really don’t know which one you’re going to?” Brock asked again, scratching his head.

You vigorously shook your head back and forth.

The scowl on his face returned as he slowly stroked his beard, his hair still messy from sleep and he pondered carefully on what to say next.

Brock was gazing down at the floor when you tilted his chin up so his eyes were focused on yours.

“What’s the matter, handsome? Do you not want me to go?” You asked, shyly.

He responded quickly.

“No, I mean…of course I want you to go. It’s your friend’s birthday and I would never tell you that you couldn’t do something, you know that. I have to work again tonight anyway.” Said Brock.

“Must be important if they need you on a Saturday night.” You said.

Brock nodded.

Neither one of you had any plans for the day until later so you suggested going out to lunch. He agreed and the two of you had a nice afternoon together.

**********

Brock called out to you from the kitchen before leaving for work.

“Hey doll?!! I’m leavin’ in a minute.”

You had just finished getting dressed. Taking him completely by surprise, you ran into the kitchen, leaped into his arms and planted a kiss on his lips.

He set you back down onto the floor with his hands still wrapped tightly around your waist. Deepening the kiss, his tongue gently pressed against your teeth, begging for access to your mouth. Parting your lips, your tongue tangled with his while he gently brushed his fingers against your lace shirt.

As he rubbed the fabric in between his thick fingers, Brock glanced down at your outfit and pulled away slightly.

“What are you wearin’?” He asked.

You glanced down at your outfit, a sleeveless black lace shirt, tight jeans, and black over-the-knee boots. Turning around in a circle so he could get a better look (and see what he was going to be missing), you gazed up at him through your long dark lashes and replied, “What? You don’t like it?”

You were taunting him but only a little. Brock didn’t really react well to being teased but he tolerated it from you. He kissed the tip of your nose and answered, “Of course I like it, sweetheart. As I’m sure every other man will too when they get a look at ya.”

You rolled your eyes. Brock could be slightly possessive and intimidating but for the most part he would just use his bark and not his bite.

“Baby, it’s not MY birthday. Besides, you know I like to look nice when I go out.” You said.

He looked you over from head to toe.

“Uh huh. You look a little TOO nice, y/n.” Said Brock. “What time are you leaving?”

Glancing at the time on the stove, you replied, “I dunno, an hour or so.”

Brock looked at his watch and said, “Alright, well I gotta get goin’. I’ll see you later.”

“Ok baby, well you be careful. I love you.” You said, with a sly smile and a wrinkle in your nose.

He loved how playful you were and when you were, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Have fun, beautiful. Not TOO much fun, huh? I love you too.” He said.

Brock kissed the tip of your nose, waved and walked out. You heard the bike start up and drive away. He usually didn’t get that worked up over you going out and you wondered why it bothered him so much, but then again you were going to watch male strippers.

Maybe he had a point, you knew how you would feel if female strippers were to grind up against him. It was just a reminder to make sure that the only one receiving any attention tonight, would be the birthday girl.

**********

“Uh, I didn’t think we’d be sitting this close.” You said looking at the stage directly in front of you.

“Yeah…it’s great, isn’t it?!!” Shannon exclaimed.

She was very excited so you just smiled a wide smile and gave her the thumbs up. You were happy because she was happy but you really hoped it wasn’t a curse being so close to the stage. You didn’t want to be singled out or pulled up onto the stage.

Everyone sat down, you turned to another friend that came along, Camilla, and asked, “Uh, s-so do they strip all the way down to, umm, a g-string orrrrr…?”

Camilla laughed and asked, “You’ve really never been to something like this before?”

Looking around, you shook your head nervously.

“Some of them do but a lot of them just strip down to their boxer briefs.” She said.

Still, extremely nervous, you replied, “Oh ok.”

She grabbed a hold of your arm and said, “Relax! We’re here to have fun! Tell that hottie over there to bring you a drink!”

That made you laugh, and you covered your eyes in embarrassment. She was right, you were there to have fun so you motioned for the very handsome shirtless server in a bowtie to come over so you could order a drink.

Even though you’ve never been to anything like this before, it didn’t mean that you were going to show up unprepared.

“Holy shit, y/n!!” Exclaimed Shannon. “How many ones did you bring?” She asked.

You glanced down at the wad of cash in your hand and replied, “Well, there’s a hundred here. Do you think I need more?” You asked in a semi-serious tone.

Everyone just laughed. Camilla touched your shoulder and with a wide smile stretched across her face, she sarcastically replied, “I dunno. You might wanna hit up that ATM at the front of the club.”

With your lips firmly pressed together, you glared at her before replying, “Very funny.”

**********

As the lights dimmed, a spotlight shone on the microphone that was placed in the center of the stage. A chiseled man in a leather vest and cowboy hat walked out as all the people in the audience, most of them women, started to clap and shriek uncontrollably.

Rolling your eyes slightly, you watched as the emcee took the mic and your friends collectively lost their minds over the cowboy in the black leather vest, while the song Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy played in the background.

He tried to calm the crowd but they just screeched even louder. When he did finally get everyone to settle down, he spoke.

“Are you animals ready to have some fun tonight?!!” The cowboy asked with a wide devilish grin.

The audience squealed, hollered and whistled in response. Looking around, you noticed everyone was clapping and very eager for the show to start. The drink you ordered was almost gone and it seemed to be doing its job to help you loosen up a little so you ordered another.

“I see we have some birthday girls in here tonight! Start getting excited because we have something fun planned for you. Alright…up first is a walking cliché but hey, it works. He’s a firefighter by day but also turns the hose on at night, if ya know what I mean. Please welcome ‘Blaze’ to the stage.”

The stage went dark, the music started and the spotlight reappeared. At first you noticed the boots, the dark pants with yellow stripes at the bottom, and the hat. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but he had suspenders on.

Under the lights, his near perfect body glistened under the bright lights and your jaw dropped. With the song Sex on Fire playing, Blaze took in the crowd’s energy and then took their dollar bills.

Removing one suspender strap and then the other, he was completely bare chested now dancing around the stage which is when he stopped in front of you. Slapping some dollar bills down in front of him, you felt yourself start to blush but you managed a shy smile anyway.

He removed his fireman’s helmet, winked, and placed it on top of your head. He danced away to the other side of the stage to finish removing his pants, revealing the short red boxer briefs with flames on them that he had on underneath.

Well that was fun.

“You’d never know that it’s your first time at a place like this!” Said Shannon with an excited smile. “You fit right in, sweetie!”

As the night progressed, you watched all the birthday girls get pulled up on stage and all of the “Magic Mikes” made their night by giving them each their own private dance. Shannon and the others looked like they were having a great time. Also, you and your other friends were having a blast, laughing and tossing dollar bills on stage.

The chiseled cowboy reemerged from backstage to take the mic again.

“Alright birthday girls, I hope you enjoyed your surprises. Now…we’re gonna rock out for this next guy. He has a day job but refuses to tell me what it is, says it’s ‘classified information’ which I take to mean that he’s a spy of some sort. What do you guys think, huh?” He asked.

Everyone started clapping and screaming, preparing themselves for the next dancer. Still wearing the fireman’s helmet, you checked to see how many dollar bills you had left. “That last group of guys were a little expensive,” you thought to yourself as you bit back a smile.

Camilla leaned over and asked you, “So…what do you think is comin’ out here next?”

You pondered for a minute before answering her.

Finally, you replied, “Well, let’s see…we’ve seen a firefighter, M.C. Hammer the construction worker, Captain Breaststroke, the swimmer that stripped down to his Speedo, guy in a three-piece suit, and a bunch of ‘Magic Mikes’…maybe the rest of the Village People are comin’ out next?!”

You started laughing which made Camilla laugh.

“Do you guys do this a lot? Ya know when I’m not around?” You asked the group. “I will admit it is fun but also REALLY cheesy.”

Woody the Cowboy started to talk again.

“Well, it’s a nice night outside but in here it’s about to get dark and stormy. Are you all ready to get…Thunderstruck?” He asked in a breathy whisper into the mic.

As the crowd clapped and screamed in anticipation for the next dancer, you remembered that Thunderstruck is one of Brock’s favorite songs and you hoped he was staying safe at work tonight.

“Ok you crazy animals, get your dollar bills ready and put your hands together for Romeo!” The cowboy said, enthusiastically.

The stage went dark and the cowboy took the mic and the stand with him as he walked off. The lighting linked up with the intro to the song and a silhouette dressed in all black emerged from backstage. His tight black undershirt had a heart in the middle and he wore loose black pants that could be removed quickly.

Flashes of light brightened up the stage for moments at a time then went dark again as the man came closer, moving his hips from side to side. From what you could see, he had dark hair and his toned tan skin glistened under the brief flashes of light.

As he moved closer to the front of the stage, his handsome face came into focus and your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw those amber eyes staring down at you. The music and screams from the crowd were drowned out inside your head. The silence was deafening as your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, heat rose to your cheeks and your blood burned like wildfire in your veins.

Your friends froze in place when they saw Brock’s face, then turned to look at you seething with anger. Dollar bills were tightly clenched in your fist, the fireman’s hat still on your head when his name escaped your lips, and not in the good way.

“BROCK?!!!!” You yelled as loud as you possibly could.

He didn’t move and was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. Everyone in the audience stopped and became very quiet.

“Oh shit…Ok, I can explain this.” He finally said after a minute of awkward silence.

“The hell are you doin’ here?!!” You shouted.

“My job, baby! I didn’t think you’d be HERE!” He replied.

“Obviously!!” Narrowing your eyes and glaring at him, you replied, “Start talkin’, ‘ROMEO’! Let’s go!”

You turned on your heels and headed for the entrance to the club with Brock hot on your heels while the cowboy came back out and introduced another dancer.

“Sweetheart…wait!” Brock called out after you.

Not even giving him a chance to explain, you just started yelling.

“THIS is what you’ve been doing when you said you had to go back to work?!!” You asked in an angry tone. “Am I not enough for you, Brock? That you need to get attention from every horny woman in town?!!”

Your breathing became very shallow and your heart felt like it was being squeezed as the pain in your chest persisted. If the dollar bills weren’t clutched in your dominant hand, you would have punched him in the face. You were that angry.

“I ain’t doin’ this for the reason you might think, doll. Alright?! I’m doin’ this because—“ Brock paused; he continued to stare at you and remained quiet.

“I’m waiting, Rumlow!” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.

“Sweetheart, it’s a little hard to take you seriously while you’re still wearing the fireman’s helmet.” He said with a half-smile.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brock?!!” You said, pressing a finger into his chest. “Tell me why you’re doing this or I’m going home and throwing all of your shit out onto the lawn!!”

“Alright, alright!! I needed to make some extra cash because I wanted to buy somethin’ for ya, somethin’ you said you’ve always wanted. I had most of the money but I needed the rest of it fast because the guy I was gonna buy it from had someone else that was interested in it too.” He said. “So THIS is the only way I could make it happen.”

Still angry but also now a little confused, you narrowed your eyes and before you could open your mouth, he took your hand in his and led you to the parking lot.

“Brock, where are we going? I’m not done yelling at you yet.” You said.

He turned his head back to look at you.

“Can you close your eyes for me, doll? Please, y/n?” Asked Brock.

You inhaled sharply, still flustered with anger but you humored him and shut your eyes. The two of you continued to walk for a few more seconds when Brock stopped, let go of your hand and moved to stand behind you. The rasp in his voice sent a restless shiver down your spine as he whispered in your ear.

“Ok, sweetheart…open your eyes.” He said.

Slowly, your eyelids rolled back. The dim street light glowed above a beautiful shiny classic teal Ford Bronco. It looked just like the one your grandfather had when you were a child.

He remembered.

When your relationship with Brock was fairly new, he had asked about a favorite childhood memory and you told him about when you were young, your grandfather used to take you and your brother along with a couple of your cousins to get ice cream every Sunday after dinner during your summer vacation.

All of you would pile into his Bronco, roll the windows down, and off you went. You were the oldest and the only girl so you got to ride in the front seat. You loved that truck, and told Brock that you’d love to own one just like the one your grandfather had, someday.

Looks like someday had finally arrived.

Brock remembered that story and how happy that memory was for you. He even remembered what color it was. Your grandfather bought it in teal because it was your grandmother’s favorite color. Well now you felt like a little bit of an asshole but only a little bit because even though he didn’t technically lie to you, Brock didn’t tell you the whole truth but you could understand why he did what he did. You could only imagine the carnage if the roles were reversed, he would take on the entire room if you were on that stage instead of him.

Covering your mouth with your hands, you were rendered speechless.

“Oh Brock…it’s just like the one my Pop Pops had. You remembered.” You said with a hitch in your voice. “I can’t believe you bought me a car.”

“You like it then?” He asked with a sly smile stretched across his lips.

You gave him a warm smile as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I love it, baby. Thank you. I’d hug you right now but you’re all lubed up and greasy.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Brock laughed and replied, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya, doll. It’s a little embarrassing but it made me a lot of money pretty quick. And tonight’s my last night anyway. Your Bronco is paid in full.”

“Well I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions…and threatened to throw your stuff out on the lawn.” You said, sheepishly.

He smiled and looked at your hand with the dollar bills in it.

“Wait…how many singles do you have left?” Asked Brock, pointing to your hand.

Fanning out the money in your hand, you counted it out loud.

“Ten…I have ten singles left.” You replied, looking up at him through your dark lashes.

“And how many did you start out with?” He asked.

Tight lipped, you didn’t want to answer his question so you looked away at something on the other side of the lot.

“Y/n…sweetheart…how many did you start out with?” He asked again.

Biting down on your lower lip, you tried to look at him but you couldn’t so with your eyes still averted, you finally replied in barely more than a whisper, “A hundred…”

With raised eyebrows and a shocked look on his face, Brock’s jaw dropped and he replied, “WHAT?! A hundred?!”

“Hey that fireman was REALLY good, VERY flexible, plus he gave me his hat.” You said with a wide smile stretched across your face.

Brock’s lips were tight and through clenched teeth, he said, “I’ll kill him. Ya know when he came backstage, he talked about the hot girl in the front row that he gave his hat to.”

With a devilish smile on your face, you said, “Oh really? Well, why don’t you get back in there, shake it for me, and if I like what I see, you can have my last ten dollars.”

Waving the dollar bills in front of his nose, you gave him a wink before leaning in to gently press your lips to his. Brock’s hands suddenly were wrapped around your waist, he pulled your body flush against his, your lips parted as he pressed his tongue against your teeth wanting to twist and knot with yours. A soft moan escaped your lips while your arms snaked around his neck and his stubble scratched your chin.

“You won’t be mad if I finish my last dance?” Asked Brock.

“Well…I hope it’s not your LAST dance, baby. Would you be interested in performing a private show?” You asked.

“As long as my girl is ok with it.” He said, his voice raspy in your ear.

You kissed him again and replied, “Oh I’m sure she’s ok with it. Now, do you want me to get a pole for the bedroom orrrrrrr?”

“Allllll-right, enough sweetheart. Let’s go back inside.” He said, gently smacking your ass.

You started to crack up.

“Ooh, ooh am I gonna get your thongs mixed up with mine?” You said, trying to keep a straight face.

Frowning slightly, he narrowed his eyes and glared at you.

“Very funny, y/n.” Said Brock, walking ahead of you.

Finally getting your laughter under control, you called out to him to get his attention.

“Brock…” You said, catching up to him.

“Yeah?” Brock replied, turning around to face you.

You pushed yourself up onto your toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“You know I tease you because I love you, right?” You whispered.

Brock kissed the tip of your nose, then replied, “I know, doll. I know. And I love you too.”

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Joel xreader

No physical description, gender natural, no use of y/n

Summary: You teach Joel how to enjoy the rain. When Ellie joins you, it’s picture perfect.

Word count: 914

Warnings: non just sickeningly wholesome

A/n: keeping my streak of posting every day because i am insane

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It hadn’t rained in a while. To Joel, the rain was an annoyance, a pain in the ass, and Ellie hated it, dripping from the ceiling seemingly wherever she happened to be. You, on the other hand, were thrilled. It was dusk when the rains started dropping and it took awhile to figure out what you could do to keep warm, dry, and safe in the decaying house you had decided to spend the night in. And while yes, it was decaying, you’re lucky you had decided to walk the couple extra miles instead of staying outside that night. You rushed through helping Ellie and Joel secure the house from the storm, the minute you were all satisfied, walking straight through the living room—where your sleeping bags were set out, Ellie laying on her back reading her book of puns, and Joel cleaning his rifle—into the kitchen to the back door.

Joel caught you. “Where're you goin’?”

“Outside.”

“Outside, why?”

“To run around in the rain.”

“To run around in the rain?”

“Yes, to run around in the rain. Wanna join me?”

Joel’s face was twisted in utter bewilderment. “No.”

“Okay.” you shrug, smiling, and turn back to head outside.

“You shouldn’t go out there.” Joel cautioned.

“Why not?”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Well if I do, I won’t complain about it and I’ll let you say ‘I told ya so.’ Also, it’s the middle of summer, Joel.”

“Well, still, it’s gett’n dark out.”

“I won’t be out for long, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Well I’m gonna fuckin’ worry. You shouldn’t be there alone, in the dark, in pourin’ fuckin’ rain."

“Then come with me.”

“No, I—“

“Fuck, Joel, I haven’t been able to do this in so long. I’ll be out there for ten minutes. I will be fine.” Before Joel can say another word you’re out into the backyard, the screened backdoor banging twice behind you.

This is summer rain, warm with thick air. You breathe it in as soon as it hits your lungs and a smile runs out of you. You have to stop yourself from squealing in delight as you begin to bounce and dance through the tall, weedy backyard grass being showered in rain.

It’s wildly rejuvenating. You appreciate every second, taking in every drop on your skin, the feeling of mud and drowning grass in between your toes, the sound of raindrops on the leaves of the trees above you.

After a while you hear the backdoor slam twice. You figured it must be Ellie, but it’s Joel who’s standing awkwardly just outside the door. The idea of sharing this with Joel makes you almost giddy. You bound over and reach your hands out for his, he lifts them up with little enthusiasm but follows you as you pull him out. He can’t help a smile when he sees you beaming.

In the music of the rainstorm you guide Joel along to dance and jump with you. He’s acting like you pulled him out there, pride ruining his own fun, but if you keep it up for long enough, he’ll break. It doesn't take him that long to give in and start moving to your tempo. As you go, Joel pulls out some real dance moves, pushing and pulling you to his left and right, raising his hand up to twirl you. You’re giggling and he’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

The sun has set but there's still enough light out to be able to see, everything shaded gray and blue.

The only sound from you both is laughing, but he catches the ‘told you so’ in your eyes.

You spin and spin in each other’s arms.

Joel feels the rain melting away the dirt and grime and blood that covers him, washing away his coarseness, smoothing his skin, the slick rain on your hands polish each other’s. He’s barely aware of where he is, relying on your direction, so all he has to focus on is you, how he can feel your laugh when he bumps you into him, how the water spins off your hair as you do.

These moments in the dusk, washed clean and pure, never letting go of you, it overwhelms him. As the heavens part, you’re in front of him, and you’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, soaking wet, smiling like it's 2003, your hands never leaving his. And so it overtakes him, and he slips an arm around your waist to pull you in and kiss you. It’s wet and warm and pure.

You’ve slowed to stillness and brought your hands up to his neck and face to steady yourself and kiss him deeper. With your eyes closed, all there is the rush of the rain in your ears, his lips, and your bodies, summer warm, pressed against each other. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but eventually, he pulls away, hands holding your face, and you open your eyes to each other.

The backdoor bangs twice and here comes Ellie, beaming like she does as she bounds over. You throw your hands up in excitement and take her hand in yours and the other in Joels and you three spin together in the drowning grass, heavy rain and thick air.

And you’re getting away with it, the blind joy, with having fun, being alive, living, being a family, dancing in your backyard in a warm summer rainstorm.

[catzz-z]

He is so FINE.

I CABT get this man out of my head

Ghost x male reader

Female aligned dni <3

As ghost called me over on the intercoms asking if it was clear I had a realization.

I had a fat crush on him.

I called back over saying that the area was clear and continued on with our mission we we’re supposed to retrieve some type of plans for our next mission so coming back empty handed was not an option.

Ghost jogged over to where I was and gave me the signal to follow him while we were walking around ghost suddenly pulled me into a closet and covered my mouth once he removed his hand I spoke “ What was that all about?” He answered “there’s people outside” I silently let out a scream the closet was pretty cramped ghost was pressed against my body his leg in between my thighs the atmosphere was tense so I tried to lighten it with small talk “ are they still outside the door?” He ignored my question and continued doing whatever he was doing so much for small talk I guess.

It had been about five minutes since anyone has said anything but I suddenly felt a shift in ghost leg making his leg brush up against me I bit my lip to hold back my sound of shock but a litte whimper slipped out ghost looked over to me “what’s happened you ok?” I said yes and spoke “so are the people still outside?” He spoke “ yeah they’re still there we may be stuck here awhile” I felt his knee shift again but this time I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper I felt my body heat increasing ghost looked over at me again “Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked in a low tone I gasped as I felt him shift once again “y-yeah I’m fine” he started bouncing his leg “are you sure?” “F-fuck” I breathed out “y-yeah don’t worry I’m good” I felt him move closer to me his mouth right beside my ear “you sure?” I felt him move up his leg and slowly started rocking it back and forth I couldn’t take it I bit onto his neck to try to muffle my moans and whimpers I heard him chuckle into my ear and felt his hands slowly making their way to my thighs I thanked god that the lights were off because I could feel myself slowly becoming undone just by his hands on my waist

He gripped onto me and started moving my waist I let out an embarrassing high pitched moan as I felt myself getting closer he moved one of his hands to go up to my face I felt his hand on my chin as he tilted my head up he took of his mask and leaned in for a kiss I couldn’t breath I felt to overstimulated the way he was grinding my hips into his thigh how I felt his mouth making its way down my neck trying to find any skin to nip at I started crying he let go of my waist and stopped kissing me “go on continue” I felt my body heat increase more if that was even possible I slowly started grinding my hips into his leg letting out breathy moans I all the sudden let out a high pitched moan as I rolled my hips just right I heard ghost panting and I felt his hand find their way to my waist again to push me harder down onto him “fuck y/n you have no idea what you do to me” he started grinding my hips for me my mind becoming clouded with lust “seeing you around the base always acting carefree flirting with other people as if you don’t belong to me” all I could do was let out small moans I felt his leg move away from my thigh but hell something else take it’s place “fuck do you see what you do to me y/n?” He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his cock “you belong to me and only me remember that” he slowly started rocking his hips against mine and I felt myself get closer to my release I started moving my hips to mach ghost rhythm but ultimately failed as I felt him grab my hips to stop me “once we get back to base going to fuck you so good going to make you scream my name pretty boy” I let out a high pitched whine and buried my face into the crook of simons neck “hng~ I’m close” I moaned out into his neck all the sudden he stopped moving I let out a whine “why did you stop?” “I want to hear you moan out my name as I make you cum I want everyone here to hear how good I’m making you feel” he spoke possessively I nodded hoping he could feel me approving of his demands “It’s not going to be that easy I need you to say it. Let me hear you beg to cum” I couldn’t handle it I just needed to cum “Yes yes! i won’t be silent anymore just please, please let me cum” I whined out ghost started rocking his hips against mine again but this time going faster than before before I knew it I reached my limit and dogged my nails into ghosts back I felt my brain turn to mush as a whimper left my mouth once I came down from my high Simon was still rocking his hips against mine “p-please Simon slow down I just c-came” he didn’t seem to hear me as he kept on going his head rested on my neck and I heard him say “you are mine and only mine” his hips jerked up against mine causing me to moan once Simon slowed down he spoke to me “you think you’ve got one more in you?” This time he put back his leg in between my thighs “H-ha~ s-simon I’m still sensitive” he started grinding his leg into me “I know so what’s one more orgasm hm? You want to be a good boy for me don’t you?” Ghost grabbed my hips once again started to grind faster “f-fuck ghost I’m cumming” I felt tears fall from my eyes the sensation was to much my hips stilled as I came once again after I came down from my high ghost let go of my hips and moved his leg away from me he picked up his mask and spoke “come on let’s get moving” I tried to fix myself up as best as I could and when ghost opened the door no one was outside I was surprised no one heard us but I’m not complaining my legs feeling a little wobbly I stepped outside and leaned against a wall when ghost looked over to me he chuckled “Jesus you look so beautiful like this” he touched my cheek lovingly and kissed my mouth with his mask he whispered in my ear “just wait till we get back to base” he let go of me and beckoned me to follow tonight was going to be a long night I thought to myself.

The end <3

Hey guys sorry for being so inactive I have more stories coming out so be prepared lmao but hope you have a nice day

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Sasaki (One Piece) NSFW Alphabet

WARNINGS: Smut, Minors DNI

Featuring: My stupidly obvious need to give everyone a breeding kink

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

50/50 chance of him either lazily dragging you closer to spoon you and get overly cuddly afterwards, almost purring into your hair as he presses him self against you with a content smile (how this man can look so cute after what he'd done to you for the last hour??? You'll never know), or carrying you to the bathroom and running you a nice bath to soak in while he tries not to fret over some of the marks he's left

Really, it depends on if he thinks he was too rough with you or not.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On him? His arms. He knows you love watching him train, and if he flexes just a little more than usual and shows off while doing so?? He can't help the smug grin he gets when you get all flustered.

On you?? This man LOVES your thighs. Some can't decide between tits or ass, while Sasaki would just as happily suffocate with his head buried between your thighs. It's that simple to him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(If you're plus-sized?? He'll put a ring on you and never let you leave, oh my gosh. Just the way he can grip at your soft, plush thighs and sides can, and has, sent him into a frenzy.)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Call him territorial or possessive all you want, but the idea of cumming inside you and staking a claim on your body?? He's all for it. He'll happily cum elsewhere if you're not comfortable with that, but if you pull him close and beg him quietly to cum inside you? You're about to see a side of him that you've never seen before. (COUGH*Breedingkink*Cough)

Mans just over 10 foot tall and built like a tank too, so when he cums?? It's a lot.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has, more than once, stolen a pair of your used panties to bring with him if he has to leave for more than a few days. Reasons to himself that it's a goodluck charm, but in the dark of his room when he's missing you?? He's fucking his fist while his other hand presses them to his face, whining out your name while he tries to imagine you right there with him.

He'll never mention it to your face, but will go bright red if you ever comment on the sudden teeth marks some of your underwear suddenly has.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's experienced from his time as a Capitan, but hasn't done much since joining the Beast Pirates. Sure, there were plenty of offers, but he was much too focused on making a place for himself- and then...well, you came along. And he's loyal to a fault once he decides to commit to something (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He's a fan of anything that lets him see your face! Cowgirl if one of his favourites, since it's nice to sit back and have a drink while you bounce on his lap, but he has been known to put you in a mating press if he's overly worked up or if he's been away and unable to see you for awhile.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He's not overly serious, but he won't joke around. It's an intimate moment for him, to be vulnerable and show you how much he loves and desires you- he doesn't think that's a joking matter.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpets absolutely match the drapes, but he keeps himself trimmed and tidy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He loves you, and he wants to show it. He's not a very talkative or open person by nature, and he knows that he can be a bit guarded with his emotions. But being with you like this? He can show you just how much he adores you and how desirable he finds you- without worrying about stumbling over his words or making a fool of himself.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

While he's with you, not often, maybe once or twice a month if you're not able to stay with him or if he's just in a mood.

If he's away however, he's jerking off to thoughts of you nightly, almost pining over the fact that you're not there with him. At this point, he doesn't even do it just because he's horny, he does it because he misses you...and because he's drunk and sulking.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size Kink- you're what? around half his height?? He loves how easily he can manhandle and overpower you. And watching the obscene way he can almost see his cock moving inside you whenever he fucks you?? He's in heaven.

Breeding kink- He's a territorial, possessive bastard, but that almost comes hand in hand with being a pirate. He's not sure if it's the thought of fucking you so full of himself that everyone will know that you're his, or the thought of you all round and swollen and pretty with his child that gets to him most at this point. He just knows that if he happens to get you pregnant...well, why stop at one, right?

Marking Kink- Hand in hand with the breeding kink. He loves leaving bitemarks all over your shoulders and thighs, especially if he knows that you have to wear something that will show them off the next day. He'll lay in bed afterwards, lightly tracing all the angry, bruising marks with such a satisfied, dopy look, that you can't even bring yourself to get mad at him for it.

Cock Warming- Okay, this is part Size Kink/Breeding Kink, part 'Sasaki just loves your cunt'. Especially if he's cum inside you and gets to hold you close, hands pinning you to his chest as he keeps it all stuffed deep inside you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His home, your home, his office??? Anywhere he can have you to himself with the knowledge that no one will interrupt after watching him coax you away.

(He doesn't know it, but he has a very specific 'I'm-about-to-fuck-my-cute-little-partner-and-i'll-kill-you-if-you-bother-me' glare that all of his division learns by their first week on the job)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves being close to you, and if you cuddle up to him while he's having a drink or lazing around, he's bound to pull you away to somewhere quiet by the end of the night. Especially if you sit yourself prettily between his legs or on his lap while he lounges around.

If he knows that he has to leave and that he won't see you for a while, he'll try and fuck you as often as he can, almost like he's trying to make up for the time he knows he's about to lose with you. Have you heard the phrase 'fucking like it's the last time you'll ever be together'? Well, that's Sasaki if he knows he'll be gone for more than a month- You'll be lucky to get 5 minutes to yourself between the time he's told of his departure, and the time he actually leaves.

....He's also a horny drunk, and this man drinks a lot

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving pain for either of you (he's fine with bites or scratching, hairpulling and the like. But if it'll cause serious pain or has the chance to do so? No.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he could smugly watch you struggle to take him in your mouth for hours if you're able, he's all about giving.

This man could and will, die happily with his head buried between your thighs, as stated before.

Please sit on his face, he's really careful about his teeth, and he just wants to listen to you moan his name.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood for him. If he just wants to show you how much he adores you, he's slow and soft and showering you with affection. But if he's worked up or if you've teased him enough? He can, and will, completely ruin you. Multiple times.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's okay with them, and will seek you out every now and then to help take the edge off if he's having a bad day! He fully expects you to do the same, and will get pouty if he comes home to you complaining about your day, asking why you didn't come find him and let him take your mind off it

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yes and Yes. If you have something you want to try, he's game to give it a go. And while no one would dare interrupt his time with you, the thrill of someone walking in and seeing you begging him so prettily??? He wouldn't say no to that either.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He goes 2-3 rounds on average, more if he's worked up, less if he's had a hard day. And maybe it's a pride thing, but in his mind, you have to cum at least twice for every end of his own.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's never owned one, and to be honest, seeing your own toys was a first for him.

Your wand/vibrator confused the fuck out of him until you gave him a hands on demonstration of how you used them on yourself, and he's had a love/hate relationship with them ever since.

(He's petty and pouty that you even need something other than his hands and body, but at the same time, he knows he can't always be there with you.

They're getting tossed out your window if he ever sees you using them while he's willing and available though and he won't be sorry about it.)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He can be a tease when he sets his mind to it, especially if he's feeling possessive and wants to hear you beg for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's all grunts and groans of your name, and his dirty talk is almost a growl in your ear while he tells you how good you feel wrapped around him so tightly- how you take all of him so well for such a pretty little thing.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

When he's much to drunk to do anything other than cuddle up to you at night, you sometimes swear that you can feel tears in your hair as he hides his face from you, his voice thick as he mumbles out how much he loves you- how you're the best thing to ever happen to him and that if it ever came to it...

well, he'd abandon everything and everyone if it meant keeping you safe and by his side.

You never mention it to him when he sobers up.

It's true though, and he meant every word.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man's 10 foot tall, he's packing at LEAST 9-10 inches. He's thick and girthy, and has some very prominent veins on the underside of his cock that drive him crazy if you trace them with your tongue.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. He can barely go a day without having you, especially if you're teasing him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He never goes straight to sleep afterwards, always either wanting to just enjoy having you so close and exhausted beside him first, or wanting to tidy you both up before dozing off together.

[justalineinasong]

Not Everything Has Changed

Bernard x trans!reader - mlm

ah- so this is my first Bernard x reader!! i hope you all enjoy. i wanted to say how this could take place in 90s-2000s but its definitely more of a modern kinda au as it has progress trans ideas (Character is on T)

summary - The reader hasn't visited the North Pole since the fateful Christmas his dad became Santa. Turns out coming home for the holidays is easy to do, even with unspoken feelings, if it means coming home to Bernard.

enjoy!! merry bernard season!! I hope this man never finds this.

Scott Calvin, the man you called your dad and the rest of world calls Santa, has been delivering presents to kids all over the world for about 3 years now. 3 years ago Charlie woke you up from your bed cause he heard clattering on the roof, 3 years ago you found yourself freaking out about how you killed Santa, and 3 years ago you found your tripping over your feet as your father fought with the north poles head elf about how he wasn't Santa. A lot has changed in 3 years. Scott moved to the north pole for good, still being allowed visitation rights. Neil and Scott had grown to respect each other, he comes for dinner on thanksgiving each year. Your dad and mom have to bribe your little brother Charlie to not fuss about how he cant just skip school all December to stay in the North Pole.

However the biggest change was how your once bittersweet family grew into a warm and loving one, though it certainly did help. 3 years ago, you were a scared 17 year old who had the wrong name. you had the wrong face and hair, you weren't yourself. Now, you were closer than before. 2 years ago you had come out to your family about being trans and they welcomed you with loving arms as their son. It was a new playing field for everyone and it was easy forever at first, it still isn't; However, everyone tries their best and that's all you could ever ask for. Neil helped with it a lot, you respected him a lot more after he helped explain to everyone what you felt. Neil works with a lot of trans youth and when you came out, he was a great comfort. Scott had a hard time with it, not cause he didn't believe in it or didn't like it but because you never hold him. You're dad and you had always been close, so it hurt him that you didn't tell him first thing when you found out. You were young though, didn't know who to say it.

 You were 19 now, Charlie had just turned 11. It was hard for him when you went away for college, you moved out of state and hadn't come back for Christmas the first year cause of a horrible blizzard. Charlie was better now, especially when he found out how you were coming home for a whole basically 2 months. College had eased up and you hadn't been home in awhile, so you decided that talking to your teachers getting about lecture notes ahead of time and taking your midterms early was the best idea.

You had come home the Friday before thanksgiving, tired and jet lagged from the long red eye you took home. Yet when you saw Charlie running down your mom's stairs hug you, ever ounce of energy came back. You spent that first few days before thanksgiving doing Charlie's favorite things and when thanksgiving rolled around, Charlie was still buzzing with energy. 

"Dad- Dad! We'll have to show Y/N the new invention's added to the sleigh! And the- the new ice skating rink!" Bouncing up and down in his sit, Charlie explained all the new things that had been added to the North Pole since the last time you had been there.

"Y/N! It's so cool! We have a new ice skating rink that circles like the whole village!" Charlie went on, leaving his turkey untouched as you listened intently. Even if none else was listening cause they were to busy talking about the ending football season, you were there to listen all of Charlie's new favorite places and things about the North Pole. Plus you really did love ice skating, so you didn't mind his excitement.

"Really? all around the North Pole?" You asked intently before going to grab your drink. 

"No- not the whole North Pole! The North Pole is huge! Just Christmas Town!" Charlie corrected you, still bouncing up and down with excitement. Laura, Neil, and Scott had previously decided that Charlie and you could leave thanksgiving night with your dad- as long as Charlie had good grades, which he did, and did his work at the North Pole. 

It felt weird going back to the North Pole, you had been a completely different person when you first touched down in the workshop. You weren't too worried though, you had Charlie. When you came out to Charlie he didn't really understand right away. Overtime though Charlie saw you as his brother who he loved with all his heart, and you loved him just as much. 

"Alright!" Scott barked from the living room before rolling into the kitchen where you and Charlie had been, his hand on his lower back as if he had just finished stretching. It had taken time getting used to seeing your dad with bright white locks and a matching bread, he cheeks rosier from the cold weather he had grown to love, but your dad was happier now than ever. Wouldn't be to good if Santa Claus was jolly. 

"Who is ready to head up North?" Scott asked with wide grin that only caused Charlie to jump out of his chair and run to grab his coat, happiness radiating off of him.

"He hasn't changed one bit." you hummed. It wasn't a bad thing. No, it wasn't a bad thing at all. You were glad Charlie never lost his love for the Holidays, the love for Santa. 

"No, no he hasn't!" Your dad smiled down at you before letting out a breath of contentment, "Y'know, you haven't changed at all either, Y/N." You looked to him with a knowing smile. Scott always got you and you always got him, like father like son. 

"You know who hasn't changed at all either?" You threw your dad a cocky grin. 

"Who?"

"Neil!" You exclaimed causing your father to crack up, "No! No! Literally, that is the same sweater he wore last Thanksgivings! I truly believe he hasn't taken it off since then!" Scott shook his head in laughter as you went on. Neil and hideously great sweater's was a family joke that just never got old, one that had grown from something so laced with venom into a warm hug- Much like your family itself.

eventually, with bags loaded in your dads sleigh and goodbyes all in order, you were all on your way. The cold night air blowing through your hair as you flew. The air ,which only got colder and colder, couldn't compete with the warm glass of Judy's famous hot cocoa. The nerves that once run off with the help of your father's loud, jolly laughter, came back as the sound of Christmas songs grew older and the smell of warm cookies filled the air. You didn't know why you were so scared. It wasn't like everyone had forgotten about you, Scott talked about Charlie and you every chance he got! You just didn't know how everyone would react to the new you. When the sleigh finally landed and slowly descended into the hidden world of Christmas, Charlie grabbed your hand to comfort you.

Turning to him, your weak smile was met by his genuine one. His knowing eyes told you that you were gonna be okay. Soon the cheers of elves flooded your ears and the warm scent of cookies and peppermint helped Charlie comfort you. A chorus of 'welcome home's greeted you as Charlie pulled you out of the sleigh. A smile greeted your face as Judy walked towards you, three hot chocolates in hand. 

"It was colder than usual tonight, I hope the weather wasn't too bad though!" Judy stated as you took 2 of the hot mugs off her hands, giving one to Charlie. 

You hummed softly as the warmth engulfed from the Christmas colored mug you, "It was too cold, just cold enough! The perfect amount." You replied before taking a long sip from the mug. 

"Good, I was worried about you and weather!" Judy smiled brightly at you, "You haven't been here in so long, I was unsure how you'd take to the cold again!" "

Oh...yeah I hadn't even thought about that..." It was strange how it never accrued to you, "I guess living in Illinois and then moving to New York for school will set you up for worst of colds."

Judy and you had grown close your first Christmas here. Where Charlie was helping out Bernard with ways to keep your dad safe, you were baking and brewing with Judy. She told you all about the North Pole and the girl she was dating in wrapping. You answered all her questions about high school and told her about the things you and your friends do for fun. She scoffed at how fun you made summer break out to be, saying how ‘no one could have fun in 100 degree heat!’ and she wasn’t completely wrong, so you laughed it off and told her about the lake house Neil’s family owns. Even after that Christmas, you visited her and when you could visit her, you wrote to her. 

Judy went to speak, but was cut off my the sound of your little brother calling out the familiar name of a certain elf. The commotion cause Judy and you to turn to the direction your brother had run off too, and ,low n' behold, Bernard was walking towards him with a warm, welcoming smile.

Bernard hadn't changed much since the last time you saw him. He still wore warm, Christmas colored sweaters and the same beret as 3 years ago. His once braid hair was let down in tight, neat curls that framed his face rather nicely. Bernard looked as if he had grown am an inch and his face had sharpened up, much like yours. He looked liked a proper young adult, just around your age, and not like a grumpy teen. It made you think about how old he really was, especially in compression to the other elves. One thing that hadn't changed was how handsome he was. Looking at him now, even at a distance, you could tell he had only gotten more gorgeous. You must have let your thoughts show a little too much as Judy had let out a soft chuckle which drawn your attention away from Bernard and back to her. "You're a little red!" She smirked softly cause you to roll your eyes playfully. You knew she wasn't someone you could trick into think you didn't have a crush on the head elf, so you confined in her. You threw Judy a joking wink as you explained how you were just "cold" cause her to roll her eyes back at you.

"What! I am! It's cold here, even for a cold weather lover such as myself!" Jokingly, you scrunched your nose showing her how you were trying to warm your face back up. As Judy and you laughed at your silly gesture, the two of you were blissfully unaware by the growing presence of your brother and Bernard. It was only until Charlie called your name that made Judy and you snap back to reality. Your eyes meet Bernard's, and warmth definitely rushes back into your face. 

"Y/N, you remember Bernard right?" Charlie asked unaware to how much you thought about the elf in question. It was probably unhealthy how much you lay awake at night wondering if Bernard ever thought about you or even remembered you outside of just his boss's kid! You weren't like Charlie, who had visited the North pole as much as he could! However, you would also admit to yourself how the though of Bernard not remembering you hurt.

"Of course I do, Char..." You respond affectionately to your brother, not taking your eyes off of Bernard. Bernard smiles at you and you feel like you're about to melt. Cause when did it get so hot in here? And why were Bernard's so dreamy? It truly wasn't fair how handsome he was. 

“Hey, Y/N.." 

And god he knows your name, your real name, and it feels so good to hear him call you that and you definitely shouldn't be this whipped over an elf who works for dad. You know it would never work. Firstly, cause Bernard would never think about you the way you think of him. Then secondly, causes he works for your dad! Even if in your wildest dreams come true and Bernard liked you back, your dad would never allow that! So, you swallowed your sorrow and smiled. 

"Hey, Bernard....Uh long time, no see?" Your words felt heavy and unsure as the fell from your lips, but Bernard didn't stop smiling at you- that made you feel a lot better about yourself.

"Y-yeah, it has. Your dad told me how about everything, but I didn't know what to expect!" You watched his eyes glace up and down your frame, taking you in. His hands, which once were effortlessly placed on his waist, were now folded into his body as his arms crossed at his chest. He looked back at you, swaying back a bit before realizing that what he said. "No, wait! I didn't mean that in a negative way! You look good, really good!" 

You could tell he also didn't know realize what said right then till after the words left his lips, his cheeks hard grown dark and his eyes widened when he finally processed his own words. You didn't wanna get your hopes up, but you had never seen him this uncollected and unsure of himself and it definitely made you think. No- Bernard didn't like you. He couldn't. Bernard just was expecting you to have changed so much, and you got that! Within 2 years you had cut hair, changed your name, started testosterone, and changed up your style completely. You looked like a completely different person. 

"You're fine, Bernard! I knew what you meant! I've changed a lot!" You scoffed playfully, a smile spread across your face. 

"Bernard is right though!" Judy's excited words grabbed not just your attention, but your Brother's and Bernard's. "You look really good, a lot happy and more like yourself! Plus you've really grown into your looks..." Judy's gaze turned from you and to Bernard, the smile the once graced her face turned into a smirk. "...hasn't he, Bernard?"

And just like that, Bernard was bright red in the face. You're skin felt hot under the fluorescent lighting of the workshop. You're hands, which once awkwardly stood on either side of your body, eased into the pockets of your warm leathery jacket. Judy rolled her eyes at how obvious the two of you were. Charlie stood beside Bernard with a confused frown. Sure he was older now, but 11 was still so young and Charlie hadn't really talked about liking anyone yet. Bernard eyes, which unbeknownst to you, had wondered off to glare at Judy while you were focused on Charlie. He was only met with a playfully confused looked, as if she didn't know what she had just said! 

"Y'know what! Why don't we get you two to your rooms?" Bernard chirped, his normal flush returning back to him. You hadn't really realized how late it was and sleep had felt like a foreign thought to you. With all your papers, work, and friends, sleep often escaped your mind. There was only so much you could do in one day, and sleep was the last thing a college student could do. 

“How does that sound, Charlie? I’m gonna go ahead and take him-” Before Bernard could finished, Judy had grabbed your brother’s hand and pulled him towards her. 

“Actually, I have a few hot cocoa related questions I’d like to get his answers on! Why don’t you take Y/N to his room?” Judy was skating on thin, thin ice and she knew it. With pleading eyes, wordlessly begging for Judy to ask you any and all of her cocoa related questions. 

But before you, or Bernard, could speak out, Charlie and Judy were off to her bakery. In a rather petty way, you felt betrayed by your elven friend. You knew she had no ill intent behind her actions and you knew you could never truly be mad at her, but that didn’t stop you from feeling stranded in a snow storm of loud, awkward silence. Normally talking to people came easy to you, but Bernard was like everyone else and everything you tried to say got lost in your throat. You wanted to run. To just say ‘Hey, it’s okay I remember my way around here. You have things to do!’, even if it was a flat lie; You decided that sleeping in the sleigh would be easier than talking to Bernard. 

“So…I can show you to your room,” Thankfully Bernard spoke up first. You dragged your eyes away from the direction your brother had run off to and met Bernard’s. He, surprising, wore a warm smile and his eyes weren’t filled with pure anxiety. His body was relaxed or as relaxed as you could get with Bernard. His arms had fallen from his chest, his fingers now played with each other around waist. You softened at the sight. Something about the way he looked in this light- or maybe it was the way he seemed so small, it made every ounce of anxiety your body had vibrated with completely disappear. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

As Bernard guided you out of the workshop, the chatter filled the air as elves worked on toys and it made you remember the first time you walked through these halls. 

“I remember the first time I was here and my dad kept on calling anything but Bernard. I remember how nervous I was…like if I said or touched anything, the whole place would just disappear…” You tried to hide the anxiety laced within your voice, but it still peeked through. Your eyes scanned around the workshop. Bernard, who walked by your side, looked to you with something you couldn’t quite place. You could tell it was soft, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes to find out what it really was.

“You haven’t been back since…” Bernard’s soft voice caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting him sound so…almost hurt. It made you weak, your knees suddenly felt like jello and every step was like walking on eggshells as you left the 

“I’ve just been so busy with school.” It was the truth. Once you graduated Highschool and moved away, home felt so far away…and the North Pole even farther. You meant to tag along last Christmas, but time had a funny way of catching up to you. Just like the mound projects you had due by the end of fall semester. “I missed it up here.” 

“I missed you- We missed you.” Nothing anyone could never say would make you grin harder than Bernard saying how he missed you. 

“No, no, no.” You halted to a stop causing Bernard to follow in suit. You turned to him, it was quiet and the realization that the two of you were alone in the hall sunk in. “You missed me?” your voice was weak, not sure if you wanted to press any further. 

A red flush creeped onto Bernard’s face. He looked away in embarrassment, “I really wished you’d let that slide…” he wished to himself, barely loud enough for you to hear. 

“I don’t know…if I want…to let it slide…” The words, just as soft as his, hesitantly left your lips like sap seeping from a tree. The words hung in the air, stubborn and unmoving, as the Bernard’s warm eyes met yours. you both knew that if you chose not to press further into the meaning of your honey filled words, that you would be missing out on each other. 

“I…I was hoping you wouldn’t let it slide.” Bernard felt greedy for wanting to push further, you did too. He was the right to your father after all, it felt wrong…yet something about it fit. Something about it made sense. 

“Really?” You smirked softly, his words giving you a new found confidence. “Cause I was under the impression,” you swayed back, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket. “That you did? Or did you not mean what said? I think that moves you to naughty list!” Your smirked spread into a dopey grin. 

“Oh my…Y’know elves aren’t actually on the list, we’re above it.” Bernard jested back, wearing a grin almost as dopey as yours. 

“Above it? Now that definitely moved you to the naughty list!” You both laughed, content in the world the two of you had made. Bernard smiled lovingly at you, his tired eyes soft at the sight of you. 

“You haven’t changed.” His words hit bluntly as he moved closer to you. You watched as his hands reached up towards your face. His hands, calloused from work, felt strange on the soft of your cheeks, but it also felt like home. 

“You haven’t either…you're still grumpy and overworked, but still some how practically prefect in every way…” If Bernard’s smile could grow anymore at your words, it would. He was beaming, and his beaming because of you. It made you melt, you felt like putty in his hands- like if his hands left your face you’d just melt away like snow on a warm spring day. 

“You’re still stupid…” You knew Bernard’s words were nothing but affectionate. The gap between the two of you slowly disappeared, your lips met his. You’d like to believe that time had stopped in that very moment, but the racing of your heart told you otherwise. No matter how hard your heart pounded in your chest, you only found yourself truly focusing on how soft his lips felt against yours…and now perfectly you melted together. 

It’s safe to say that Bernard had followed you to your room, where the two of you melted into the safety of your bed. Neither one of you wanted to get up that following morning, both were to content in holding each other. 

[harrybelongswithhermione]

For all my HHr shippers!!

An incredibly popular Percabeth trope is them meeting mortals who are often jealous. They're incredibly cliche, and often incredibly fun. Would anyone be interested in a Muggles Meet Harmione fic? The idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile.