#had like a week gap in there cuz TIRED

[joyfuladorable]

Dames Doodles - Arc 2 - Into Avelis

< Arc 1 | Arc 3 >

As the Guardians and the newly dubbed Maeri discover the world below is not as barren as once believed, they stumble through Avelis as the machinations of the Gods steer them towards terror and truth.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Idolification.

Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“It was an accident, you don’t have to—” Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. “It’s alright,” he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. “Believe it or not, that’s only the second worst thing I’ve gotten in my eyes.”

Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. He’d been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, it’d been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter who’d spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things – with open arms and a contagious smile. You’d looked at him, a far cry from the kid you’d spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.

Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuuji’s hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like you’d greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. “Honestly, it’s on me,” he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. “Miss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.”

At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You weren’t an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadn’t taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. “Cradle rocker.”

She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. “He’s in one of my classes,” she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. “We’re out of milk,” she said, shaking the empty carton. “Let his eyes air-dry. I’ll be in my office – come get me if he starts crying again.”

“I’m a doctor too, y’know.”

“You’ll be a doctor in another year. Right now, you’re an intern.” She eyed Yuuji wearily. “An intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.”

Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out – a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shoko’s advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. “I really am sorry,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, it’s been so long, and you look so different, and god, it’s been—”

“—ten years,” Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. “I remember, ‘cuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick and…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. “You know how it is.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “I loved your grandfather. How is he?”

Yuuji’s smile wavered for the first time. “He passed, actually. A few years ago.”

Fuck.

If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that would’ve been the time.

“Sukuna’s doing good, though,” Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadn’t been a lapse. “He opened a restaurant a few months ago. It’s a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but it’s been keeping him out of the ring.” His expression brightened. “And you’re a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but you’re a doctor!”

You felt your face heat up his brother’s name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. “Almost a doctor. I just started my internship.” And they’d already managed to work you half to death. “You’re in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.”

“It’s my first semester,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, y’know—” He sighed, let his head lull back. “I’m starting to think I’m just not smart enough for stuff like this.”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of thing about yourself. You’ve always been—” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. “If you’re struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, I’m not as strict as Shoko.”

Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. “…there won’t be as much pepper spray this time, right?”

His smile was as contagious as it’d been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin.  

“No pepper spray, this time. I promise.”

~

“Room for one more?”

She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you should’ve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but he’d sworn up and down that it wasn’t a party and promised that you wouldn’t be out of place and pouted in a way you’d never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, you’d never learn to say ‘no’ to Yuuji.

The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl who’d passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes – the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent – and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion would’ve shown to a limping gazelle.

“Maki,” she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. “You’re one of Itadori’s friends?”

“You could say that.” You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. “I’ve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say ‘thank you’.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. “You’re the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?”

“He’s mentioned me?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is ‘(Y/n) this’ or ‘(Y//n) that’.” She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. “Megumi gets it the worst, but we’ve all had to see the fucking pictures.”

“That… that sounds like him.” You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. “I’m sorry, pictures?”

Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. “We found a—We found a karaoke machine! ‘gumi thinks he can get it running!”

You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. “Better get him tucked in.”

This time, when you smiled back, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

~

It took a month for Yuuji to start ‘forgetting’ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.

It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all – calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning café or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.

It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.

“I… I think you should probably leave,” you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. “It’s getting late.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping over, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night together.”

A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like—”

“I mean, I know I’m your type.” It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. “I know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says we’re practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?”

“Yuuji,” Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasn’t like he would actually hurt you. He’d always been a sweet kid – a little overzealous, but that wasn’t a crime. This was just… a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something he’d regret. “Sukuna is my age, and—”

“I don’t care about that.” He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. “I’ve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?”

“That’s not—”

“I know you used to fuck him.” His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. “I know you’d fuck him again, if he was here. I know—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. “I think you should leave,” you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. “Please, Yuuji.”

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldn’t remember how you’d ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.

He didn’t say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.

When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.

~

“Your golden boy’s asking about you, again.”

You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she might’ve felt apparently didn’t warrant the effort it would’ve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. “Satoru’s been getting it, too,” she went on. “That’s how you know it’s bad. I can’t remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t remember how many times you’d already apologized for Yuuji’s recent fixation. “He’s… probably just worried about his grades, or something.”

Her lips quirked into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I was helping him study,” you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, you’d been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. “He’s never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.”

This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. “Itadori’s one of my best students.”

You felt your chest tighten. “But, the first time he came over, you were tutoring—”

She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. “When was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?”

You swallowed dryly. “Never.”

“And when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?”

“Never,” you said, again. After a second, you added, “Well, there was that one time with Iori…”

“Not the point. I know you don’t want to hear it, but the kid’s a creep. You might have to—”

She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the caller’s name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. “Don’t.”

And, for a second, you didn’t. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, you’d do… you’d do something about Yuuji, even if you weren’t sure what you could do, just yet.

Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst – all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way he’d ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his school’s sports days, and how he’d clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, you’d been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that you’d never have to see Sukuna again. You’d been selfish, even for a kid.

The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shoko’s mumbled cursing.

“Yuuji?”

~

The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.

It’d been one of Yuuji’s friends calling from his phone – the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. He’d asked you to, in his own words, ‘come get your problem child’, and when you’d asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, he’d only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuuji’s tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.

He was less talkative than he’d been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if you’d been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldn’t be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. “It’s time to get out, Yuuji.” And then, when he failed to move, “You’re on your own from here.”

He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you should’ve at the sight. “…do you need help getting home?”

A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldn’t. You knew that you really, really shouldn’t.

And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuuji’s door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve – Yuuji’s hand, when you could bring yourself to check.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. “Please?”

You felt your throat go dry. “I can’t.”

You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, “Why not?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didn’t want to, that you couldn’t spend your night looking after a drunk kid you’d known a decade ago, that you’d already done more than you should’ve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time you’d been in the same room as him, he’d tried to—

No, it wasn’t and it wouldn’t and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. “Why not?”

“Yuuji, this isn’t—”

He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time you’d seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuuji’s body pressed into yours from above. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as it’d ever been. “I love you, and I—Fuck—” He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. “It makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.”

A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him – making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldn’t happen, but you absolutely couldn’t be stranded in Yuuji’s apartment with no clothes and no way out.

With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. “So cute…” He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward – a long piece, something you’d thrown on without much thought – then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that he’d come to his senses, that whatever sick idea he’d gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.

“I know you’ve probably slept with other people – aside from my brother, I mean. It’d be nice to find out you haven’t, though.” His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how he’d been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. “I used to hear you with Sukuna – in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought I’d fallen asleep …” He trailed off into an airy laugh. “He likes to show off – always has. If he wasn’t my brother, I think I’d kill him.”

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly – your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuuji’s quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession might’ve made him think he felt about you, your distress didn’t seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to – crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didn’t care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan – and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.

You couldn’t tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuuji’s lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, and—

 —and Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. “It’s alright.” He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. “I’ve slept with other people too, ‘cause I knew I’d need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, and…” He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. “I guess I just didn’t really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew I’d see you again.”

A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didn’t seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything,” he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. “I want to take care of you, tonight.”

You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didn’t stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.

He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.

It was agony – pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadn’t been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. There’d been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.

“I—I’m sorry,” he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. “Next time—I’ll be gentle next time, I just need to—”

His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. “M—” His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. “Mommy, ‘m sorry, I need to—”

His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decade’s worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that it’d somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what he’d already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes – Yuuji’s movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.

Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.

A small, naïve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [IN THIS HOUSE OF MINE] ❞ — a 'cuz you're a natural sequel ; MDNI!

pairing: aaron hotchner x rossi!reader. summary: he vowed not to make a move on you, he never promised not to reciprocate yours. content warnings: yeah this one's smutty. fingering. oral (f! receiving). unprotected p in v. foul language. age-gap if you read part one. not proof read. 18+. MDNI. word count: 1,6k. a/n: i'm not a smut writer, hotch just fucks up my brain chemistry.

it's late when aaron gets home, you shouldn't know that because you shouldn't be there. you had made him the favor of watching over jack while jessica had some medical appointments. you didn't mind, jack was a good boy and the house smelled like hotch. he told you it was only for a few hours and as soon as she picked jack up, you could leave.

but you didn't, you stayed, and you waited. and almost scared him to death as he noticed the front door unlocked, hand going straight for his gun, a loud sigh of relief when he noticed it was just you. "why're you still here? it's late."

you kneed on the couch, looking at him as he put his keys and suitcase over the table. "want me to make an excuse? lie?" you ask, completely straightforward, the time for the little games, the hunt, the flirting... put behind you the moment he showed you interest weeks before. you were just waiting for the right moment, and there it was, presented to you on a silver platter.

he wasn't necessarily speechless, but rather weighting his options, debating the outcomes of each of his answers. he vowed to himself to not make a move on you, to not act on it. but there you were, on his house, knees to his couch, eyes glued on him. he glances your lips for few seconds, licking his own in the process. "i don't do lies."

now you're the one thinking about your answer, how crass should you be? should you tell him you're there still because you want to see him? to touch him? to hear him? or should you be a bit more daring? show him you're not playing games...

he's still some steps away from you, you're still in control, your voice won't crack, you're breathing completely fine, so you decide to use that in your favor while you can, going for the last option, "i'm still here because i want you to fuck me."

aaron is a bit taken aback by the weight of your choice of words, but he's still him, so he only sighs, his thumb and middle finger going to his eyes, as if he was dealing with some sort of nuisance and not a gorgeous, fun and bold young woman ready to give him everything he craves and needs so much.

his hesitance should stop you, but it makes you feel like a fucking winner. he could've denied you right away. he could've been shocked, appalled. but he was neither and that makes you get out of the couch, closing the distance between your body and his, your glance up to him was challenging, defiant almost. "agent hotchner, you don't do lies. tell me you don't want this and i'll leave."

is he more aroused by the way you call him agent or by the fact he just doesn't know if you're bluffing or not? aaron's not sure, but he's been so starved of the sort of attention you're giving him and he's so tired he can't fight his hunger anymore, he pushes you to the nearest wall as his reply, one of his hands pulls one of your legs up, placing it around his waist, the other pulls your lips to him by your neck.

the kiss is rough, harsh, he easily dominates you with it, stealing pants from you that it usually takes men a lot more to get, but you're not about to give him all the control, you were the one to go after him after all, so you sink your teeth to his bottom lip until you feel the taste of metal and aaron moans, breaking the kiss to throw his head back, his cock hardening against his clothes. against you.

not that he was expecting you to be completely submissive under his touch, but your boldness was a surprise that apparently kept on giving, you pushed him off of you, walking slowly towards his bedroom as you took each piece of clothing you were wearing off of your body, making a trail of it he gladly followed.

by the time you both get to his bedroom, only your panties are left and you lay on his bed, offering yourself for him to take. aaron loudly groans, his shoes and his pants following the fate of your own before hovering your body, knee between your thighs giving you the friction you so desperately need. he should ask if you're sure about this, he should remind you of the consequences this could entail. he's usually so much better than this, so much more careful, but the second your hips move trying to get more from him and the moan escapes your throat the only words that leave his are not even close to what he should, "gonna be the death of me, dear." you're glad he still has his shirt and tie on as you pull him to you with it, leaving to him to set up the pace of the kiss.

it was messy and greedy, his tongue took turns between exploring your mouth and leaving trails of saliva in between your shoulders and your chin, his hands were not much better, from your breasts to your waist, from your waist to your thighs and back to your breasts, rubbing your nipple harshly, making you squirm under him.

it doesn't take long for him to get you out of your last piece of clothing, his shirt and tie along with it, you sigh in disappointment, he could've left the tie, but you can't dwell on it much when he makes you fold your legs and gives your folds that first slow, torturous swipe of his tongue. your back arches and your hips buckle as he works you up, you find the only way to keep your body steady is to tug on his hair and grip on the pillow behind your head.

he's good, oh, he's so good, you can't even praise him properly, your brain going completely numb with pleasure, your voice being able to only whine his name and ask him for more, please, and he's not denying you anything as he inserts his thumb on your already slick hole, his tongue not leaving your clit, only changing paces and movements until he noticed which one made you writhe the most, your moaning getting more high pitched as you felt that known feeling of impending orgasm forming.

aaron replaces his thumb with his middle finger and his tongue with his thumb, wanting to be closer to you, looking deep inside your eyes as you came undone for him, he kept his pace, observing your reactions, the way your hips moved trying to close your thighs on him, how your hands gripped the sheets. a thought of something he hasn't felt in a while passes through him and he tells you to move your hand to his shoulder, to his back. "mark me." it's a demand, and you gladly oblige, sinking your nails to his flesh, scratching him and using his skin as an anchor as you started seeing white, the fastest and hardest orgasm a man has ever given you.

he helps you ride your high down, only moving his hand away when you were overstimulated by it, he sucks on his middle finger first and then inserts his thumb in your mouth so you can do the same, "got what you stayed for?" he teases, and your hands go straight to his boxers, pulling it down so you can touch his stiff cock, already glistening with his precum.

"not yet, agent." your thumb barely touches his tip and he's sighing, eyes closed and lips between his own teeth to hold himself. he wants to push your head, feel your defiant mouth around him, but he hopes for another time as he takes your hand off of him, quickly and awkwardly getting his boxers completely out of his body.

aaron positions himself between your legs, tapping your thigh as a command so you wrap them around his waist, he pumps himself two more times and shoved his cock into you, fully, no warning, earning a gasp from your lips and more scars on his back. it takes a second for you to adjust but it's not painful, sooner than he expects you're using your legs to push him deeper, to move.

you purposefully clench around his length, wanting nothing more than to see his face contort in pleasure, the pleasure you're giving him. even if it causes him to last less, you want him to lose it, to throw his self control out the window.

he's about to tell you that he won't last if you keep doing it, but he sees your intentions clear as day by the lust in your eyes, your lips parted observing how gorgeous he looked panting, sweating for you. it makes him pick up his pace, faster and hitting harder that spot that makes you cry out his name, touching your forehead with his as he reached for his own peak. letting out a low lingering fuck as he did so, the way his pubes hit your clit along with his pace enough to tip you over the edge once more that night.

normally he would offer a bath once he's out of you, his seed dripping to your thighs, but he's too tired and sleepy so he just pulls you into his arms, his face nuzzling into your neck. you don't complain, wanting to enjoy this moment of proximity, hoping it wouldn't be the last.

aaron hopes the same.

[barefoothighlander]

HELLO i have a request so ill try my best to explain it okay uhm, so could you do threesome like ghost x reader x könig ? IDK ABOUT THE PLOT BUT LIKE first they dont give in because of the age gap cuz they think y/n is too young or whatever but them they get put in a same room for a night since they had to stop for some serious reasons LIKE IDK YOU TIDY UP ALL THIS MESS BUT PLEASE LIKE THE READER HAS CHOKING KINK AND DEGRADING KINK YOU MAKE THE REST THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS BECAUSE LIKE I RLLY CANT FIND ANYTHING WHERE READER GETS SANDWITCHED BETWEEN TWO MASSIVE MEN 😭😭 i beg 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I will take every given chance to thirst over these massive men, won't lie I got carried away with this so... enjoy

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, threesome, age gap, degradation, some praise, choking, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mention of alcohol, blowjob, blindfold, oral (fem rec), creampie

You'd been in the safehouse with Konig and Ghost for two days already, two days of waiting in silence for someone to come and rescue you. The two men gave little in means of conversation, sitting quietly in their posts, keeping watch, occasionally glancing over to you.

You grew tired of the quiet within the first night, attempting a few times to spark conversations, the men would give simple responses in the form of hums or nods, not affording you full sentences. They had been awkward around you for a few weeks, the treatment starting after a drunken night at Soaps house, a few rounds of 'never have I ever' and too many rounds of shots.

"Right but if ye were to have a threesome, who'd you pick?" Soaps question makes your eyes widen, your cheeks blushing as you realize you don't even need time to think of your response.

"Ghost and Konig" Your response caused a thick tension to fill the air, you purposefully avoid the gaze of the two men as Soap's eyes lit up.

"I dinnae if you could handle both of them, lass, I mean, they're... large" Soap chooses his words carefully, eyes glancing around the room as the two men remain like statues, your heartbeat racing in your ears.

"Next question" Ghost's voice breaks the tension, you turn your attention back to your drink, heat flushing your skin.

You didn't realize how much your drunken words would affect the men but now, two weeks later and stuck in a safe house with them it showed, barely a word muttered between them.

"What's wrong with you two?" You ask in a fit of either confidence or annoyance,

"What do you mean?" Ghost turns to you

"One day were all chatting and having fun, and the next you two avoid me like the plague"

The men share a look, you throw your arms up in question,

"We aren't avoiding you" Konig shrugs

"I don't know how long we're stuck here and if neither of you will talk I'm going to lose my mind"

"Stop being a brat" Ghosts words make you tense

"Then tell me why you won't talk to me"

"Because you're just a kid," Ghost says, his voice low

"I'm younger than you, that's why you won't talk to me" You scrunch your face

"It's more that you want to fuck us" Ghost states plainly, your body freezes, your eyes widening at his words, you turn to Konig who's just as frozen as you, Ghost rests his weight on one leg, his thumb through the loop of his belt as he stares at you.

"I don't" You stammer

"What about the game the other night?" Konig adds

"Just a game"

"You're a terrible liar kid," Ghost says

"Stop calling me that" Your hands begin to fidget, unsure of what to do under the pressure of their eyes

"What would you rather us call you?"

"My name" Your eyes are glued to the floor, unable to look at them, Ghost moves toward you, his boots heavy against the floor. His hand moves to rest on your chin, tilting your head to face him,

"You sure there's not anything else you wanna be called?"

"Ghost.." Konig warns, "We can't"

"M'not sure about that, it's just us here anyway"

Your skin burns under his stare, his hand moves from your jaw back to rest on his vest, his shoulders broad, his stance purposefully intimidating you.

"Kneel"

Your breath is rapid, you keep your eyes locked on his as you drop to your knees, your neck craned to look at him,

"Ghost" Konig glances between your bodies, his tone stern, a final warning to his teammate

"Do you want this?" He softens his gaze for a moment, giving you an out, you're tiny under his hulking frame, cheeks red as your heart races, you glance between the masked man, focusing your gaze back on his skull mask.

"Please" It comes out as a whimper

"Please what?"

You huff a breath, "Please fuck me"

"Tell him" Ghost turns towards Konig, you follow his gaze, pleading eyes landing on his hood,

"Please, I need you, need you both"

"Oh kleine maus" He releases a deep breath, moving toward you, he stands behind you, you're trapped between the men with no escape, head level with their groins as your mind flurries.

"You gonna be good for us?"

You nod your head

"You gonna take what we give you?" Ghosts hands rest on his belt

"Yes" You can feel your arousal pooling, you slick drenching your panties as you sit, Ghost palms himself over his pants the tent in his pants more visible by the second.

You wriggle your hips, trying to gain some friction on your sex but Konigs hands are quick to settle on your shoulders, keeping you still,

"Careful, you take what we give you, nothing more" His voice echoes through your ears from above, you look up at the men, trying to gage what they were thinking but their masks reveal nothing, you furrow your brows in a silent plea, the sound of Ghosts belt music to your ears.

"You stay focused on me, eyes ahead" Ghost orders, you nod, doe eyes staring at him as you feel Konig kneel behind you, his hands roaming your frame.

Ghost unzips his pants letting his cock spring free, you wet your lips at the sight, a sudden nervousness taking over your body as you realize how big he is. He takes his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times,

"Don't worry, you can take it"

He teases his leaking tip against your lips, smearing his slick against the skin as you part them, flattening your tongue, he runs his tip over the muscle, gathering your saliva on it before pushing in an inch. You hum around him, the taste of his pre cum salty on your tongue.

Konig's hands move to roam under your shirt, bunching the fabric above your breasts before urging your arms up so he can lift it, his hands moving to paw at your breasts. The contact forces a moan from your throat, the vibration making Ghost let out a small grunt as he pushes deeper into your mouth.

Ghosts hand cups your jaw, pulling your gaze up to him, you stare at him through your lashes, he squeezes your jaw lightly asking permission, you nod slightly and blink your eyes at him. You brace your hands against his thighs as his fingers pull your hair back, he thrusts into your mouth slowly, allowing you time to breathe before he pulls out all the way, forcing his cock into the back of your throat, forcing you to gag around him.

You breathe through your nose as his tip brushes against your throat over and over, the saliva from your mouth polling around the base of his cock, dripping down to his balls.

Konig's hands roam further down your frame, his fingers slipping past the band of your pants to cup your sex, the contact making you moan around Ghost's length.

"Scheiße so wet already, kleine schlampe" His fingers tease over your clothed pussy, you move your hips to grind down on his fingers and he pinches your clit, forcing a muffled yelp from you.

"Needy slut" He breathes in your ear, his words going straight to your core, tears prick your eyes as Ghosts thrusts deep into your mouth, pulling his cock out as your head falls forward, gasping for air,

"Please, touch me" You pant,

"S'that what you want you fucking slag, need Konig's fingers to stretch you out while I fuck your throat?"

"Yes, God please" You beg, your chest heavy

"Earn it" Ghosts hand moves his cock back to your lips, your reach to grip his length, your saliva working to help you glide your digits up and down his cock, taking him into your mouth as Konig's hand dips below your panties, you clench your eyes shut as he pushes his fingers into you, his thumb settling against your clit as the digits pump into your weeping cunt.

"Eyes up here" Ghost's hand grabs your cheek, forcing you to look at him, your work his length, flattening your tongue to allow him deeper into your throat, gagging around his cock as Konig's fingers curve to swipe against your sweet spot.

You moan around Ghost's cock, his grip on your hair growing tighter as your hand pumps him, you keep your eyes locked on his as Jonig's fingers stretch you out, his thumb circling your clit making you clench down on him, his chest is pressed to your back keeping you still, you're trapped between the men.

Konig's free hand moves to pinch your hardened nipple, the sensation bringing you closer to the edge, Ghost can feel your movements become sloppy, his hand moving to grab atop yours, guiding it over his cock,

"You wanted it, now take it," He says through gritted teeth, he buries his cock in your throat and you arch against Konig, the hand on Ghost's thigh digging into the muscle as you reach your peak, whining and moaning around Ghosts cock,

"That's it, filthy girl" Konig coos in your ear, his fingers fuck you through your high as Ghost holds your jaw steady, his balls tighten as his head falls forward, strings of curses and grunts coming from him as he spills into your mouth, his seed dripping down your throat.

Your tears stain your cheeks as you swallow around him, gasping for a breath as he pulls out, a string of saliva dripping from his tip as you fall forward. Konig pulls his hands from you, his hands settling on your hips, helping you up, he holds you against his form and you feel his hard-on press against your back, the sensation making a shiver run up your spine.

He guides you toward the bed that sits in the corner of the room, helping you to sit on the edge before moving his hands from you.

“Close your eyes kleine maus”

You do as he says, fluttering your kids shut till your sight is consumed by darkness, you follow the sound of the men, the noises of their buckles clattering and they drop their pants down. You hear footsteps near you, hands holding the sides of your face as a piece of fabric is placed over your eyes, and tied behind your head.

“For identity's sake,” You hear Ghost say, you can’t see him but you can smell him, gunpowder and tobacco invades your senses as he moves from you.

You feel the mattress dip below you, strong arms pulling you back against the bed as your limbs splay across the sheets, rough hands knead at your breasts causing soft meals to fall from your lips, another pair tugs at your pants, pulling them from your legs so you’re bare, the cool air of the room hitting your dripping pussy, goosebumps form on your skin.

You move your arms to feel the man behind you, trying to figure out which one it was before strong hands grab yours, pinning them down,

“No touching, not yet” The English accent rings in your ears, you sigh quietly as Konig’s hands roam your bare thighs, squeezing at the flesh, you feel his breathe ghost over your cunt, you try to squeeze your legs shut but he holds them open, pressing your lower half into the mattress.

Your head rests in Ghost's lap, one hand holding yours down while his other moves to settle at the base of your neck, his fingers on your pulse point.

“Open your mouth”

You do as he says, dropping your jaw as he leans over your form, spit dripping from his tongue past your lips, you swallow it with a hum.

“Such a good little whore” His fingers squeeze lightly at your neck, your back pulls away from the mattress, arching as Konig’s tongue flicks over your clit.

He laps at your cunt, flattening his tongue to lick a stripe between your folds before closing his lips around your bud, sucking at the nerves as your head pushes further into Ghost's lap.

Ghost releases you, letting your hands roam to grab at anything you can while his settles at your breasts, twisting and punching your nipples, Konig’s tongue flicks over your clit, circling and sucking at the bud while you writhe under him.

“You’re gonna cum once more, then we’re gonna ruin you like the little slut you are” Ghost emphasizes his words with a squeeze to your throat, strangled moans escaping your throat as Konig’s tongue laps at you, inching you toward release.

His hands pin your hips as you try to grind against him, needing more,

“Be good, needy thing” He chastises from below you, his fingers digging into your hips sure to leave bruises as he continues his assault.

“C’mon, be a good little whore and cum on his tongue” Ghost voices rings above you, his words shooting straight to your core, you strain under Konig’s grip, his tongue has you teetering on the edge, he teases his fingers around your entrance earning a wanton moan from you as he pushes in, the new sensation has your vision blinding behind the mask as your second orgasm rips through your body, your hips twitching against his lips while Ghosts hands roam your form.

He eases you through your high, letting you come down slowly before detaching himself,

“Scheiße, taste so sweet, if I knew you sounded like that we would've done this sooner”

Your breaths are heavy as you lay against Ghost, your legs falling against the bed as Konig stands, his hands reach for your waist, flipping you to your stomach with ease, you fall against Ghost as he shifts under you, his hands steadying you as Konig lifts your hips from the bed.

He slots himself behind you, his palms pressing against your ass, spreading it to get a better view, Ghost's hands move to gently remove the mask from your eyes, peeling the fabric from your face, his hand on your chin as he tilts your head,

"Need you to keep your eyes on me, gonna watch you fall apart" His voice is gruff, you wriggle your hips toward Konig in anticipation, his tip gliding between your folds, collecting your slick. Ghost holds your face up, forcing you to strain your neck, an arch forming in your back as Konig lines himself up, pressing his tip against your hole, you gasp at the feeling, now aware of how big he is.

"You can take it, I know you can"

You relax your shoulders, hands pressing into Ghost as Konig pushes in deeper, the stretch of his fingers nothing compared to the way his cock feels,

"So goddamn tight maus," He says through gritted teeth, you struggle to keep your eyes on Ghost, your jaw falling open as gasps and moans slip past your lips,

"S'alright, you'll warm her up for me" Ghost reaches for your hand, moving it to settle atop his growing erection, his hand keeping yours pressed against him.

Konig quickens his pace, your body shifting back and forth against Ghost as he drags his length across your soaked walls, your slick wetting his pubes every time he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, you watch Ghost with hooded lids, his face remaining stoic as you palm his length.

Konig's grunts fill your ears, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room,

"That's it, love, take it, just like the little slut you are"

You moan at his words and you can see Ghost smirk under his mask, he's watching you unravel under their touch, your legs getting wobbly as Konig stretches you around his massive cock, forcing you to take every inch.

Konig snaked an arm around your waist, lifting your hips up slightly, allowing his fingers to tease around your clit, you let out a gasp and clench down on his length, the rough pads of his fingers circling your bud, his hold the only thing keeping you upright.

You drop your head forward but you're caught by Ghost, his fingers firm around your throat as he pulls your gaze back to him,

"Eyes on me or you don't get to cum"

You let out a small whimper, your free hand digging into the flesh of his thigh as Knoig works you toward another orgasm, the heat in your stomach building to sear your skin, every nerve alive as he thrusts into you.

He works your clit at a vicious pace, your brain a ball of fuzz as it refuses to form words, resorting to strings of moans and whimpers, you stare at Ghost with pleading eyes, tears brimming in them,

"You wanna cum?" He squeezes your throat, his other hand pressing your digits against his now firm cock.

You nod against his grip,

"Use your words"

"Yes, please, need to cum"

"You wanna soak his cock, you fuckin slag, do it, cum for us"

Your orgasm rips through your body, your limbs going limp as Konig holds you up, fucking you through your high as you melt against Ghost, fingers clenching against his flesh.

"Such a tight little pussy, mein gott, gonna make me cum"

Konig buries himself inside you, his balls pressed against your core,

"Beg for it slut, beg for his cum"

You let out a deep moan as the sensation, you're stuffed to the brim, unable to move,

"Please, need your cum, please Konig"

He grips your flesh as his muscles tighten, spilling his load inside you, keeping it deep inside your walls as he gives shallow thrusts, forcing it deeper, his spend floods your walls, spilling out as he pulls from you.

He releases you, letting you fall forward as Ghost moves from his spot leaving you limp against the bed, Konigs hands press against your shoulders, pulling you to all fours while he sits in front of you, resting against his legs. His cock is sitting in front of your eyes, his softening length teasing at your lips, you flatten your tongue but he pulls back,

"Not yet maus, gonna fill you up, don't worry"

You whimper at his words, needing to taste him while Ghost slots himself behind you, your aching core clenching around nothing as his fingers tease your slit, gathering the mixture of spend and smearing it around your skin.

He gives you no time to adjust, bottoming out in a single thrust, Konigs hands keeping you upright as your pussy clenches around Ghost, your tears stain your cheeks and Konig swipes a thumb over the wet skin,

"You're doing so well darling" He purrs, words escape you, diluted to a babbling mess as Ghost pounds into you, Konig kneels forward, his palm stroking up his length as his cock swipes across your wet lips, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

Ghost presses a firm hand to your spine, your stomach pressing against the mattress, allowing him deeper while Konigs tip teases at your mouth, you part your lips for him, he smears your saliva around his tip, the taste of his spend lingering on his cock as you flatten your tongue, tasting him.

He pushes into your mouth, your body pinned between the two men as they fill you from both ends, Ghosts hands spread your ass as he lifts his mask above his nose, a string of spit dripping from his tongue to your hole, wetting the skin as he continues to fuck you at an unrelenting pace.

Your vision is blurry, your body weak as the men continue to wreck you, Konigs length pushing past your lips to drag along the inside of your mouth, you moan around his length, your hands digging into the sheets as you try to stay balanced.

"Is this what you wanted, needed to be filled by two cocks you little slut" Ghost emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts, the wet wounds of your hole filling the air as you gag around Konig, his balls slapping against your chi with every thrust.

Their hands keep you steady as your brain clouds with lust, all your senses invaded by the two men as they wreck your body, every part of you claimed by them.

"You wanna walk around with our cum in you? Dirty fucking girl"

The thought makes you hum around Konigs cock, your pussy clenching around Ghost,

"She likes that, you want us to mark you huh, ruin this little pussy"

You can't think to respond, simply resorting to clenching your eyes and arching your hips further toward Ghost, allowing him impossibly deep inside you.

Konig moves his hand to grab your hair, tugging your neck back to allow himself deeper, burying his cock in your throat as you gag around him before he pulls out a moment, allowing you to breathe.

"Please, need to feel you" You beg, your head turning towards the man behind you, Konigs hand moves to your throat, keeping you still in front of him as he thrusts back into your mouth. You're a mess of moans between the men, your hips twitching as Ghost's fingers connect with your swollen clit.

"One more, give me one more" He circles your bud, your cries muffled by Konig's length thrusting into your mouth as your orgasm builds quickly, you want to beg him to stop but you can't, your body moulding to the men as they bring you back to the edge.

The coil inside you threatens to snap as Ghost swipes your clit in time with his thrusts,

"Scheiße, look at me" Konig pants above you, you tilt your head to face him, your skin red, your lips puffy as you stare at him through your lashes. He stares at you with a piercing gaze and your orgasm erupts in your chest, clenching around Ghost while you moan around Konig, your body trembling under the men as your vision goes white, a dull ringing filling your ears.

"That's it, fuck" He buries himself in your throat, his seed filling your mouth as his hips twitch, you hum around his tip, your tongue lapping up every drop from his cock as he pulls out with a pop.

You take a deep breath, panting as Ghost pounds into you, your head falling forward as your arms give out, your drool pooling under your cheek as he presses you into the mattress.

"So fucking good" Ghost grunts, leaning over your frame as his tip prods at your cervix, he cums with a growl, his sounds buzzing above you while he fills you with his seed, your abused hole milking him. He keeps his softening cock inside for a moment, pulling it out and replacing it with his fingers, pushing the leaking spend back inside you, your hips flinch from the stimulation, your slick coating the insides of your thighs.

You fall forward, your body limp against the bed, the mattress dips under the weight of the men, Ghost lays back against the bed, his arms tugging you against him so your head can rest on his chest. Konig turns to grab a small cloth, easing himself down the bed to carefully wipe around your core, careful to avoid your swollen clit as he cleans you.

You catch your breath while Konig lays behind you, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you, your limbs are tangled between the two men while your heartbeat relaxes. His hands draw lazy patterns over your skin as your muscles ease, melting into the men,

"Did so well" Ghost places a soft kiss on the crown of your head, your cheeks pressed to the exposed skin of his upper chest, the warmth of the men comforting your sore body as the light of the sun peaks through the windows of the house.

"So good for us" Konigs hands trace over your skin, his chest flush with your back as he sandwiches you between him and Ghost, the thrum of their heartbeats filling your ears.

[meltedheartz]

been stuck thinkin’ about izu again (^o^)

tw: age gap (reader in his 20s, izu in his mid 30s), ftm!reader, black reader in mind, just a drabble tbh T_T.

when you first met izuku, it was at a coffee shop.

nothing more than luck, you’d suppose, when you spilled your coffee on the sidewalk and he had offered a replacement—free of charge.

after that, you start noticing that the number one hero is frequenting your favorite café, so you take a risk and start talking to him.

you fully thought he’d brush you off—you’re nothing more than another face in the crowd, after all.

but he didn’t.

he smiled at you, told you to just call him midoriya for now, exchanged numbers with you as you talked it up in that specific café.

it takes a little bit of digging, but izuku finds all of your socials.

you’re cute. you haven’t posted anything on a few of your pages for awhile, but he discovers you’re in college n struggling to keep a date.

so he gives you a proposal. a deal, if you will.

izuku tells you that you don’t need to accept, he doesn’t wanna push boundaries, but you wanna hear it out.

when he offers to help you pay for expenses in turn for you looking pretty for him, letting him doll you up and treat you nicely, you tell him you’ll think about it.

it’s embarrassing enough that you were actually considering it—even more embarrassing when you accept it.

how could you not? you were practically struggling on the reef like a fish, living alone in a studio apartment n tryna make it through college.

it was almost laughable.

‘course, in the following weeks, the pro hero says to call him izuku. takes you out to the mall to buy you some nice outfits and smiles at how nervous you are.

he can’t say he didn’t expect it. of course he did, when you two first bumped into each other, you stared like a deer caught in headlights.

izuku can’t say he minded it, though.

it takes months of him eating lunch n dinner with you, dressing you up all nice, treating you as you deserved to be treated, did you entirely get comfortable with him.

it’s around ten pm when you go to izuku’s place, izzy—that’s what you’d been calling him since the third month.

all sweet n soft coming from you. nothing short of gentle and caring, it made izuku melt whenever you called him that.

when you both get to the bedroom you get all shy, toying with the sleeves of the shirt izuku had bought you a few days ago.

your eyes are on the ground n when he asks you what’s wrong, he sees tears well up as you mutter.

“i’m trans.” it comes out small and a little upset, voice on the verge of cracking when you say it.

izuku only tilts his head. “...is that it, honey? i knew that, ‘m not mad.”

the words make you feel embarrassed as the tears threaten to spill from your eyes and izuku has to gently tell you that it’s fine—he can wait until you’re ready to take this a step further.

it takes another couple of weeks until you finally give him the okay.

n when it happens, he’s all soft with you. asking if you were alright, he doesn’t wanna go too fast, and you have to reassure him that you’re fine—jus nervous.

he spends about an hour prepping you, too :(

fingers you and licks at your cute little nub, tells you that you’re bein’ so good, sitting there n looking pretty for him just like he wants.

when izu’s fingers hit that specific spot—the gummy, soft one that makes you squeal and has slick running down his hand—he smiles.

and ugh, he’s so damn nice. gives you soft kisses and tells you that you did good for him, if you’re tired he can stop, he just likes seeing you happy n satisfied :(((

quickly, you shake your head with tears welling up and tell him that you’re fine, you wanna keep going.

and izu, being the whipped dummy that he is, gives you a kiss on the cheek and undoes the nice pair of dress pants he bought for date night cuz it was his day off n he wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.

his dick is nice n fat, a few veins on it with a slight curve.

the tip already has a few beads of pre-cum leakin’ from it and you can feel your poor little hole clench around nothing just at the sight of it.

n when he finally slips just the tip in—he whines. the number one hero fuckin’ whines just from putting the tip in your cunny n it already feels like so much but not enough.

after that, the months pass n now there’s news articles about the cute civilian that pro hero deku always gives kisses to at this certain coffee shop near his agency.

A/N : hihii! just wanted to get this outta my brain, reblogs r appreciated soso much n it’d be cool to have a mutual or two :p

[bettathanyou]

Need need NEED cedric and reader fic where hes all sauve and confident in front of her when everyone expects him to fuck up and shes all shy and bothered iykwim;);) bonus points if they're "friends" who everyone obv ships

I'm ngl, this ask was a little hard to answer because Cedric has such few moments where he's confident on screen ☠️☠️ he's such a dork, I love him 🫶

Either way, sauve Cedric is still a guilty pleasure to think about. I hope I can nail down the vibes like you requested! I also wasn't sure if you meant by "friends" they were in a pre-established relationship or not, so I left it sort of ambiguous 🌝 but don't worry there's still plenty of shipping content if that was your intention!

I also decided on a whim to make this a christmas-y fic, cuz Christmas in the summer! Why not!

Dance With Me

A Fic by Bettathanyou

. No trigger warnings, except tooth rotting fluff and the coy implications by our sauve sorcerer 🤭🫣 this fic is inspired by the episode Cedric Be Good, because seeing Cedric dance with Sofia makes me obsessed with the idea that he's a good dancer.

It was the week before Wassailia, and everyone in the entire kingdom could feel the excitement grow palpable in the air. Though Wassailia always brought out the mirth and child-like wonder in nearly everyone's heart, this year felt different; whispers among the castle maids promised a party thrown in Enchancia like no other.

Normally, gossip amongst your other castle coworkers was more unwelcome noise; however, you kept your ears perked as you caught wind that this year, the common folk of the kingdom were formally invited to the Wassailia ball.

You tried to dismiss the notion at first, unconvinced that your rulers were that altruistic.

To your surprise, the King made a public degree the very next day, confirming the rumors to be true.

As much as you would appreciate the royals efforts to bridge the gaps between nobility and the common man, the gesture seemed more of a burden than a blessing as you toiled with triple your usual workload on such short notice.

Sighing in contempt, you take a small moment to sit down to rest your aching joints and tired feet. You take a rag from your dress pocket, wiping the sweat from your face and neck. Your eyes trail lazily around the half decorated ballroom- multicolored streamers, bows and flowers slowly finding their way into every crevice.

Just as you were getting comfortable, younger servants entered the ballroom; the two of them chittering away at decoration placement off to your right, disturbing your peace and quiet. Biting back harsh words, you glare venom at their backs in a heated silence. You take in a sharp breath, exhaling slowly as you rub your temples with your fingers.

"What if we meet a cute guy from the village?" The taller girl spoke in between sheepish giggles, and her counterpart barks out a laugh that echoes off the walls.

"C'mon, get real! We're at a royal ball, darling," the girl chastises her friend, shaking her head. The tall girls face falls, but before she can reply her friend flashes her a toothy smile.

"We shouldn't be looking for village men, we need to find a noble one!" They both pause for a moment, then immediately start laughing together. Hugging their sides as their laughing fit ensues, the noise reaches a fever pitch and their laughter feels like stakes being hammered into your skull.

Normally, you'd at least laugh a little bit, albeit sarcastically. However the stress has been building fast between a few days, even moreso than you originally thought. Anxiety and rage do a dangerous dance in your chest, and you don't know whether you should cry, laugh, or scream.

You had to get out of here, and quickly. Somewhere where it's quiet, and no one will disturb you. At least for ten goddamn minutes.

As soon as you had set your goal, the perfect destination popped in your mind.

Cedric's workshop.

The thought instantly made you feel lighter, happier. Your mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. While still overwhelmed and angry, the hope of spending time with Cedric already was soothing your shot nerves.

You shoot up from the floor, slinking off to the doors leading out of the ballroom and into the hallway. Luckily the girls were preoccupied with their conversation to address you, and you knew how to be inconspicuous. Reaching your hand to push the doors open, you quickly step forward, making your escape a success.

Shockingly, the route to Cedric's tower wasn't as busy as you had thought, given the circumstances. Polite greetings towards your peers were exchanged in haste, and you had to keep your hand glued to the cold stone walls of the servant tunnels to keep you grounded.

Taking the next exit that leads towards Cedric's tower, your footsteps quicken subconsciously. Exiting the tunnels a few minutes later, you scurry down the hall and up the staircase leading to Cedric's door.

With your destination finally in arms reach, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Now, your body feels heavy, sluggish; the giddiness of seeing Cedric has finally worn off, and in place was an ache that set deep in your bones, straight down to the marrow.

You lean against the sturdy doorframe, knocking timidly on his door. You wait, hearing movement beyond the door. Footfalls creep closer, and you close your eyes and listen to the familiar shuffle of Cedric's pace.

A loud groan escapes the door hinges as it swings open, startling you from your stupor. You lazily straighten yourself upright, your hand still leaning on the frame to give you extra support. Plum colored silk fills your vision, your eyes automatically flicking upwards to meet warm mahogany irises.

"(Y/n)!" Cedric's brows rise in obvious surprise, his head cocking to the side like a slightly confused yet happy puppy.

Coupled with his rich brown eyes, it really sold the look. A small laugh bubbles up from your core before you could register what your response was going to be.

His previous puppy-eyed look was now replaced with a more common unamused stare, a slight pout at his lips. He leaned on the door frame, his usual slouched spine straightening to his full height. His head was angled down towards you, making his silver bangs frame his face in a way that made your knees weak.

"Well, darling, if I had known you'd come all this way just to laugh in my face, I'd at least put on a jester hat for your arrival."

Every word dripped with sarcasm and attitude, but the glitter of humor in his eyes and the corners of his mouth stretched into a smart ass smirk betrayed his bluff.

Your heart leaped into your throat at his pet name for you, but you swallow your reaction for now, opting instead to engage in Cedric's banter.

"You'd do all that for me?" You shoot back with a smile, trying to feign innocence as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

Cedric's biting smirk immediately vanished, his face becoming momentarily unreadable. He raises a gloved hand to his face, self consciously rubbing his cheek.

What wouldn't I do for you?

It was the only words that came to Cedric's mind; staring down at you, all other thoughts vanished within those (e/c) pools he has fallen for. He felt the heat of blush being pulled to the surface of his skin, so strong it permeated through the leather of his gloves.

It was then you both noticed that neither of you had said a word in a good minute, only staring into each other's eyes. You felt your skin tingle with embarrassment, and you both broke eye contact swiftly.

Cedric coughs awkwardly, trying to remedy the situation.

"So, what brings you here, (y/n)?" He offers the question gently, his hands wringing together in a nervous habit.

"Peace and quiet," you grumbled back, more irritation propelling your answer than you had planned.

He laughs dryly, shaking his head at you.

"So you came here?" Cedric eyes you incredulously, his whole body leaning on that last word for more emphasis.

"There was nowhere else I could go." You answer in a defeated tone, the pull of your tiredness making your body sag. You quietly sigh, staring down at the ground.

"I know you're busy- but if it's okay, I only need ten minutes." You ushered the words out quickly.

Before Cedric could respond, you continue speaking.

"I understand completely if you can't spare the time, though." You added apologetically, rubbing your arms to help soothe yourself.

"I always have time for you, (y/n). I didn't mean to come off as rude. I-I apologize. I only me-meant to say that-" Cedric tumbles over his words in a frenzy, and you cut him off with a small but reassuring smile.

"I know what you meant, Ced. You don't have to apologize." You cooed affectionately, your gaze now level with the sorceror.

Cedric stops and holds your stare, your voice sounding as soft as velvet to his ears.

"Right. Of course," Cedric nods to himself, almost in affirmation. After a beat, he wordlessly steps aside, his arm beckoning you inside.

"Thank you." You say with sincerity, your eyes momentarily meeting his again. A shy but sweet smile was his response to your thanks, and it was better than any words he could've said back. You burn the image of his smile into the back of your eyelids, along with the countless others you daydream about.

"I'm going to just head upstairs, if that's alright," You turn to Cedric, awaiting his approval.

"Go right ahead." Cedric waves you off, and you bound up another flight of stairs for the day. Just as you were going to sit down on the plush chairs that sat next to the wall of bookcases, Cedric's voice called out to you from below.

"Did you want something to drink?" He asked expectantly.

"I can't, I'm working tomorrow." You replied without thinking, then immediately as the last syllable left your mouth you realized that wasn't the kind of drink he was talking about.

"Haha, very funny." Cedric answers, and you swear you can hear the eye roll in his voice.

"I misspoke that time, actually!" You called down from the balcony, correcting him. He gave a quick hum of acknowledgement, then you heard a cabinet opening along with the soft clinking of metal utensils.

"So, is that a no on the tea, then?" Cedric asks you again, and you think about your response.

"...Yes! Wait, no, I mean-yes, I would like some tea... please." Your voice dies off at the end of your sentence, and you let out a groan of frustration at your lack of ability to speak.

Cedric says nothing, but you swear you hear him chuckling downstairs over the sounds of him assembling your tea.

"I'm tired, leave me be!" You jokingly scolded him, but he gave you no response. With a final huff, you settle into the soft exterior of the chair you sat in. You lean your body weight into the supple cushions, and you swear it almost brings a tear to your eye.

You close your eyes for a moment, the darkness bringing relief and the stillness of Cedric's workshop made your tense muscles finally unbind themselves. You already feel the urge to sleep weighing you down further into the chair, and for once you don't fight it.

You awake again with a startle, your eyelids flinging open. You whip your head around your surroundings, your eyes finding purchase against the warm amber glow of Cedric's own eyes. He raises his brow at you, continuing to drink his cup of tea.

Your eyes then fully take in the scene in front of you: Cedric was seated across from you, with a simple metallic tea kettle and two cups of tea was splayed out on the dark wooden end table.

"How long did I sleep for?" You ask hurriedly, your heart starting to hammer.

"Just long enough for your tea to cool down. Should still be warm though," Cedric nods towards your cup, and you take it into your hands. You hesitantly take a small sip, and you nod in affirmation of Cedric's comment.

You take another drink, bigger this time, and set your cup down gently. You feel a little embarrassed, having Cedric see you sleeping. You thumb the soft porcelain cup in your hands nervously, staring down into the rich tea inside it.

It's the same color as his eyes, you noted mentally, the realization so sudden that you couldn't help but let a soft chuckle escape your lips.

"What's so funny now?" Cedric prompts you, his body slightly leaning forward in interest. His eyes have taken on that sparkle, akin to a cat's, that surfaces every time he's curious about something.

It made your heart flutter.

"It's nothing," you smile coyly, shaking your head dismissively.

"Really..." Cedric trails off with an arched brow, his eyes not leaving you.

"You know I'm too curious and too stubborn to play this game with me, so out with it." Cedric shot back, his eyes boring into you with a mischievous and smug glimmer.

You sigh, knowing that you've been checkmated. You feel your skin flush as you summon your courage to speak your thought aloud.

"I just... I found it funny, that this tea is the exact shade of your eyes." You murmured pensively, picking up your cup to drink so you would have a distraction.

Cedric doesn't answer immediately, and you eye him from above the rip of your teacup. His normally fair skin took on a reddened hue, his hair falling into his eyes as he stared his cup of tea down.

Your lips curve into a smile against the delicate china, and you finish your drink.

"I... I suppose it is, yes." Cedric swallows thickly, and you try to bite back your smile. Cedric fidgets in his seat, clearly flustered and trying to play it off.

Seeing his reaction lights a fire in you, and the tea only adds to the warmth you feel growing in your stomach.

"Thank you for letting me sleep, by the way," you finally spoke, delicately trying to redirect the conversation.

Cedric's skin was still flushed, but you notice his body relaxes a little bit.

"No need to thank me- I didn't really do anything." He shrugs you off, but still offers you a smile.

"Well... You made me tea, at least, and I haven't thanked you for that yet. So... thank you," you nod to Cedric in thanks, and his smile grows across his face.

"...You're welcome, (y/n)." Cedric responds, his voice audibly softening at saying your name.

For a moment, you wish that the peace of this moment could last forever. You sigh contentedly, but soon after reality comes creeping back into your mind.

"Ah- will you be at the Wassailia ball, right?" You suddenly ask, your spine straightening.

"Of course- the royals need their entertainment, after all." Cedric snickers, and you snort in amusement.

"What do you have planned?" You prompted, but Cedric only gives you a pointed look.

"What?" You asked, and a laugh rumbled in his throat.

"You'll just have to wait and see, my dear. Can't give away all my secrets- I'm sure you understand." Cedric shrugs apologetically, and you agree.

"Then that means I'll have something to look forward to." You flash Cedric a cheery smile, and he immediately flushed again.

Before he stutters out a response, your eyes suddenly shift over to the clock on the wall nearby.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, already rising to your feet.

"Time to go?" Cedric asks, his voice thick with melancholy.

"Wayy past time, I'm afraid." You say with a laugh, but you notice the light dimming in his eyes a little.

"But it's like you said before- I'll always have time for you." You spoke in an uncharacteristically bold voice, holding his gaze to drive home your point. You felt your cheeks light up, but you refused to shy away or hide them this time.

Cedric's eyes light up again at your words, but it was different than what you're used to. Instead of a mischievous glint, or a smug glimmer, or a curious sparkle- it was like a smoldering ember, searing holes into you with an unwavering look.

You were the first to break out of the stare, excusing yourself so you could leave.

You trudge down the balcony, your footsteps laden with dread at the workload you still have to finish. You sigh deeply, lingering near Cedric's door to say goodbye. You turn to the sorcerer, a somewhat longing look in his eyes that makes you shy away.

"I'll see you at the ball, then..." You trail off awkwardly, your hand resting on the door handle. You were never really good at goodbyes, and Cedric was even worse at it.

"Yes- I'll look for you after the magic show is done?" Cedric drawls out hesitantly, and the gesture surprises you a little bit. Cedric was never one who enjoyed parties; usually after he was done performing for them, he would retire back to his chambers.

"Of- of course," you stuttered, more out of shock than embarrassment.

"Then it's a plan." Cedric nods in affirmation, and swiftly turns to his workbench again. You smile a little, taking in one last look of him before turning back and exiting through the door.

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Time Skip To The Wassailia Ball~

The crowd that gathered around the stage where Cedric stood erupted into a standing ovation, with the high walls and arches ceiling of the ball room making the cries and applause deafening.

You were cheering and clapping at first, but the volume has turned painful and you opted to cover your ears until it died down.

Cedric was standing in the spotlight, a huge Cheshire grin on his face. He humbly bowed in thanks, which made the people cheer again. He basks in the praise with an unparalleled joy you rarely ever seen out of Cedric.

You wore a smile so huge it hurt, but at the same time you didn't care. Seeing Cedric this happy was worth more than any jewel the cheering royals beside you could own.

He then turns to exit through the drapes behind him, stopping one final time to bow before the audience. You let out a laugh, which drowned in the sea of cheers and whoops.

Slowly, the crowd dispersed again, with people breaking off into larger chunks or turning to each other to chat about the show that was performed.

You decide to break off from your position, heading towards the sides of the stage to wait for Cedric. You stand restlessly for about ten minutes, flashing awkward smiles at passersby and trying not to look too obvious that you're waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder makes you yelp in surprise as your body whips around to the source. Cedric was standing there, an apologetic look already on his face.

"You scared the hell out of me...!" You exclaimed bitterly, more upset at yourself for being caught off guard than Cedric scaring you.

"I tried calling your name two times! But you didn't hear me..." Cedric insisted, his tone somewhat defensive but still apologetic.

"Sorry, I was just caught off guard." you huff, swiftly ending the argument.

"Anyways- your performance was amazing, Cedric." Flashing him a smile, you see the giddiness swell in his eyes.

"Did you hear the way they cheered for me, (y/n)?!" Cedric exclaimed in amazement, his hands clutching his heart.

"I sure did- I was there, cheering with them!" You nodded in agreement, relishing in Cedric's happiness.

"I know- I saw you there, in the crowd! I almost waved to you, actually." Cedric continues, speaking excitedly.

You chuckled at his comment, but before you could reply you spotted a group of about ten richly dressed noblemen and women approaching from your peripheral.

You silently point towards the crowd, getting Cedric's attention.

"I think some of your fans want to meet you," you say coyly, giving Cedric a catty grin. Cedric scoffs, but he still wears a huge smile on his face. You haven't seen this man smile so much, and it fills your heart in places you didn't think existed.

"I'll let you chat with them while I wait for you near the drink table." You give him an endearing clap on the shoulder, but there was a slight hesitancy in the way he looked at you. You shot him a look of puzzlement, and he adverts his eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be alon-" he starts, but you swiftly turn his body around and give Cedric an encouraging push towards the nearing nobility.

"I'll be fine- you should enjoy this!" You hissed, your hands already leaving his back. You sharply turn on your heel, leaving Cedric no opening to run. Your feet carry you to your agreed spot, grabbing yourself a random glass of carbonated liquid.

You watch, your heart melting at the sorcerer mingling with the royals now surrounding him. Cedric definitely seemed nervous, but if the royals were talking about magic, then Cedric would definitely talk anyone's ear off about it. You see him laughing at something, and you chuckle in return.

You fix your eyes on your drink, raising it to your lips. As the liquid went down your throat, you sputter at the fire consuming your windpipe. You eye the glass with trepidation, quickly setting the rest of your drink aside.

"Well, I suppose it's Wassailia- they wouldn't want to spare any expense on the drinks..." You muttered, training your eyes back to Cedric.

Now he was actually talking animatedly, his hands gesturing with gusto. As you watch, you almost don't notice how the background music has changed into something more lively. You only noticed as the general crowd around you responded in turn, everyone shuffling to grab a dance partner.

Suddenly, you felt very aware that you were standing alone, in the middle of a Wassalia ball.

Your eyes shift again to the spot you last saw Cedric, only to find he was missing. Your heart dropped; the first mental image coming to your mind was the arm of a charming, wealthy, noble woman snagging Cedric for the first dance of the ball.

You grit your teeth, and you weren't sure if you were cringing at the idea of it or the way your body flew into a visceral rage over the thought. You shake your head to try and clear your mind, squeezing your eyes tightly for a moment. You listen to the melody of the music, the stringed and wind instrumentals soothing your nerves.

You slowly open your eyes again, and a splotch of dark purple immediately makes you stand at attention. Your eyes dart through the sea of cloth and silk, trying to find that familiar plum stained silk you caught a glimpse of before. You're itching to plunge into the sea of paired couples, but you restlessly stand in place, recalling your own instructions to meet at the drink table.

Then, as if by magic, Cedric appears through the masses, and you excitedly wave him over. His lithe frame slinks through the crowd with grace, his eyes never leaving yours.

If you were being honest, you were quite impressed by the fluidity of his approach. You watch with an amused smirk as he finally squeezes past the last wave of people, his tall frame coming towards you.

"I see you came back unscathed," you joked, chuckling a little.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Cedric blurted out, his eyes going wide; It was if he was just as surprised as you for offering. You both stare blankly at each other for a few seconds, actually processing the question.

"I-I..." You stammered nervously, your gaze shying away from his warm amber eyes. Even though your eyes were downcast, you could've sworn you saw his whole body droop in disappointment.

"No- Cedric, that's very sweet of you, but I- I can't dance. I got two left feet, seriously-" you force the words out of your mouth as quick as possible, trying to salvage the situation and not make Cedric upset.

A small part of you was screaming for you to take back your decision to decline- you were just upset about being alone in the middle of a dance, so why did you just pass up a good-no, perfect opportunity?

"W-Well... If your adamant about your decision, I won't pester you," Cedric fiddled with his robe sleeve nervously, and his eyes shifted to avoid looking at you directly.

You go to open your mouth, but Cedric speaks again, cutting you off.

"However; I just want to point out that as long as you have feet, you can dance. A matching pair isn't even required." Cedric looks at you with a pointed smile, one eyebrow raised-almost in a challenge.

The words you had prepared shriveled up in an instant, as you were thrown off by the unexpected comment. You finally let out a laugh, but it came out short and rough, almost like a bark.

"I-I don't know, Cedric. It's not that I don't want to... but I really don't know how to dance." You admit slowly, feeling your skin prick as you confess.

"If you're willing to learn, that's half the battle. I don't want to brag, but- I'm actually quite good at dancing. I'm sure we could get you familiar with the basics, if you'd like." Cedric offers again, this time with a more confident air.

"I've never seen you dance," you eyed him with a skeptical look, but a grin was already halfway spread across your cheeks.

"If we keep bickering, you never will." Cedric says in an exasperated tone, but you could see his lips twitch to keep himself from smiling.

"..Alright, fine." You reply, raising your hands up in mock surrender. You take in a deep breath, exhaling as you reach out your hand to the sorcerer in front of you.

"Perfect- just in time for the waltz to start from the beginning." Cedric says with a giddy hum, immediately taking your hand into his slender gloved ones.

He promptly turns around to face the crowd, practically dragging you to the dance floor. Each footstep you took felt like you were wading through mud, with weights attached to your ankles. Your heart began to beat faster, anxiety clawing its way from the pit of your stomach and nestling into every inch of your body.

You know your hands were starting to sweat, and you were grateful that Cedric always wore his gloves so he wouldn't notice.

Through the crowd, you miss all the surprised and shocked eyes on the two of you.

To the side, unbeknownst to both of you, Roland and Miranda watch from their thrones with amused glances.

"Looks like they're getting along well, Rolly." Miranda nudged her husband playfully, and he smirks in satisfaction.

"So it seems." Roland agrees with a nod.

I'll admit- throwing the ball so suddenly was a hard plan to execute, but this definitely makes it all worth it." Roland laughs, eyeing his wife.

"Does cedric- know how to dance?" Miranda whispers lowly, covering her mouth sheepishly.

Roland shrugs lazily, watching the pair part the crowd of his subjects like Moses and the red sea.

"I suppose either way, we'll find out." Roland snickers, and Miranda swats at Roland's chest forcefully.

"Hey-!" Roland protests, but Miranda dismissed his cries with an eye roll.

"Let's just focus on them being happy together, hm?" She tilts her head towards Cedric, and Roland agrees with a weary sigh.

"Alright- it's simple enough; one hand on my shoulder, the other I'll hold to help lead the waltz." Cedric instructs clinically, with you promptly following his instruction.

"Then, all that's left is to mirror my movements to the rhythm of the music- it'll help if you keep a metronome going in your head." You look at him, already feeling confused and you two haven't even moved yet.

"Right..." You feebly answer back, not fully meeting his eyes for fear they would betray your confusion.

"Here, like this; one-" Cedric shifted his foot backwards, gently pulling you towards him to prompt you to step forward.

"And two-" Cedric swiftly shifted his body to the side, his hand lightly squeezing your hip as he pulls you to match his movement. The gesture, while meant to just teach you the ropes, made your heart hammer wildly in your chest. You feel your face getting hot, and you feel a little light headed as you begin to sway per Cedric's instruction. You find your hands gripping onto Cedric's for better support, your eyes glued to your shoes in fear of tripping.

"Ah ah- eyes on me, (y/n)." Cedric tutted, his hand sliding off your hip to raise your chin up to meet his gaze. His fingers barely graze below your jaw, and it's like he somehow stole the breath from your lungs. You feel the heat from his hand, radiating through your flesh; or maybe, that feeling was from your blush- that had made your skin feel like it was on fire, creeping from your cheeks all the way down your neck.

Staring up at the sorcerer, you notice a sultry grin is now plastered on Cedric's cheeks. While his skin held the delicate rosy tint of blush, his eyes held that same blazing look from the last time you visited Cedric in his workshop.

You gulped, and while you opened your mouth to speak, your words failed miserably. Nothing but an involuntary giggle shot out, moreso from shock and being horrendously flustered.

Cedric chuckled at your speechless state, his hand leaving your chin to settle back to its previous position. You almost let your eyes fall back to the floor, but you were caught again by Cedric's honey golden gaze engulfing you.

"Very good; now let's try that again-" Cedric praises you, raising his brows to signal for you to follow with his step. You manage to copy it decently well, given your inexperience. Cedric shows you the rest of the basic steps to a waltz, and when you're finished, you notice the instrumentals changing once again- your eyes dart to Cedric, and you try to hide the look of fear you have behind your thinly veiled confidence.

"Just in time, it seems..." Cedric murmurs, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"For what?" You glanced over him suspiciously, but you had a bad feeling you already knew what Cedric meant.

Cedric laughs, with a mischievous glint in his eye that is all too familiar.

"To show me how much you've learned, (y/n)."

Your eyes widened with horror, but before you could squeak out any protest, the couples on the dance floor were lining up to begin the dance over again. You hurriedly join the others lined up on the left side of the ballroom, squeezing through the inches of free space between two other servants you're acquainted with.

"Y/n!" The servant exclaims in an excited whisper, shock written all over her face.

You manage to give her a strained smile, turning your head back to listen for the change in melody as your cue.

"I saw you with Cedric- was his dancing as bad as I think?" She snickers, leaning in towards you for an answer.

You turn to glare at her, but as you do so the music changes. Your eyes pricked at the sound, and begrudgingly you whip your head back to attention. The waltz begins as you walk towards Cedric, and the words of your acquaintance ring through your ears once again.

With gritted teeth, you join Cedric's embrace, his hands meeting yours in the same way as before. Your hands grip onto his body tightly as you both began to dance together.

"Are you alright?" Cedric asks lightly, wearing a purposefully neutral expression.

"Of course, never better." You brush him off, not wanting to spoil the moment. You can see the doubt lingering behind Cedric's gaze, but he doesn't press you further.

Exhaling a tiny sigh of relief, you regain your focus back to dancing with the sorcerer in front of you. The two of you sway to the music, and your shocked at how easy you caught on to the waltz. You both glide across the polished tile of the ballroom, the music propelling your bodies together in sync.

Cedric gazes down at you, and you struggle to hold his stare. The lights that hung from the crystal chandeliers splayed out on Cedric face handsomely, accenting all of his facial features in a play of light and shadow. His bright brown eyes flickered in hue as the light hit them; a dizzying display of copper and gold, amber and honey. Coupled with the way his silver bangs glowed like a halo as he moved, to say you were spellbound was an understatement.

"You seem to be catching on beautifully," Cedric purrs, his eyes crinkling as he gives you a smug smile.

Snapped out of your trance, you rush to respond.

"You were always a good teacher, Cedric." You state simply, but your cheeks warmed from giving him a compliment.

"You think so?" He hums back, his cognac eyes lighting up at your words.

"You made a dancer out of me of all people. If anything, it's an understatement." You confirm with a cheeky smile, and he bashfully adverts his eyes for a second.

"You're too generous- but, thank you." He sheepishly replies, his fair skin now tinged pink.

You let a soft chuckle slip past your lips as he gently leads you into a twirl, his arms providing you an anchor as your body spins.

Feeling bold, you accelerate as you reach the end of your twirl, standing on your toes as you do so. Turning back to face him again, you suddenly feel your ankle give out from under you.

It happened so suddenly, you didn't even have time to react at all. All you could do was watch as the world moved in slow motion, and feel your heart drop as your body sinks to the floor. Accepting your fate, you await the pain of hitting the hard, cold tile of the ballroom floor.

However, it never does. Your brain doesn't register what happened, but instead of the harsh, unforgiving floor beneath you, you feel lithe arms and silken sleeves wrapping taut around your body. Your eyes slink upwards, meeting the frenzied state of Cedric's bright brown pools.

You both stare at each other, frozen and unable to reach for any words to say that could remedy what just happened. Your eyes feel as blown wide as Cedric's, and your jaw hung slack as you felt your body catching up with itself. His face was mere inches from yours, and a curtain of dreamy silver bangs just barely tickled your cheek. Though his face fell into shadow, you can clearly see the blush seeping into his skin. His lips were parted slightly, as if he caught himself before he could scream. Your fingers twitched, and you now noticed that one of your hands was practically buried into his scalp. You dared not move your hand, but even still you could feel the softness of Cedric's ebony locs in your grasp.

Your heart ricocheted from the pit of your stomach into your throat, where your pulse raced frantically; your empty stomach nowfilled with butterflies and twisting into knots.

With the new position you find yourself in, it looks as if he dipped you dramatically as the music reached its crescendo- which, to your surprise, made you giggle.

After another few seconds, you break into full laughter, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all. With the tension broken, you feel Cedric's chest vibrate with laughter, in turn egging yours on. Despite being in the middle of a ball room, you two continue laughing without a care in the world.

As your laughter finally dies down, Cedric slowly and carefully pulls you back up to a standing position. Your head swam as he hoisted you upwards, and instinctively you leaned into his chest for support.

"I suppose I spoke too soon, huh?" You grumbled sarcastically into his robe, and you hear the laughter he tried to hold back in his chest.

"Perhaps- At least, you could've warned me before trying to twirl like that." You feel his eyes on you, and shyly you step away from his embrace to stand facing Cedric.

"Right... Sorry- I got carried away." You apologized sincerely, the embarrassment now catching up to you. You couldn't think your body could feel any hotter than before, but you're soon realizing you're mistaken.

Cedric shoots with an unreadable look, and for a moment your flashing hot body turns to ice as you fear he's upset with you. You stall your breathing, eyes locked in his unnerving stare.

"W-what?" You finally ask, cringing internally as how pathetic your voice sounded.

"You know... This may sound strange, but-" Cedric pauses, staring at you a moment more before stepping towards you. You try to step back, but your body doesn't budge. You turn your head to decipher the problem- now realizing now that his arm has already found it's place against your back.

With his free hand, Cedric cups your cheek into his palm and directs your face back to his. You're completely speechless at this point, and your brain is so fried from being flustered that any motor skills you had are long gone.

"I think I like it when you get carried away..." Cedric chuckles lowly, his eyes holding those same sparks that make a fire light deep down in your belly. You try to crawl around in your brain for any comeback, quip, or smart remark- but all that's left of your coherent thought is how desperately you want to be even closer to Cedric's body.

Acting on that whim, you hook your arms around Cedric's neck. His brows shoot up in questioning, but he doesn't protest.

"Would you like another dance?" The words manifest on your tongue without thinking, and your heart felt giddy as you awaited his response.

"It would be my pleasure," Cedric spoke, his voice soft as feather down as his head dipped even closer to your own. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, all you can do is nod your head in affirmation.

Even though you both had agreed to dance once more, neither of you made the move to untangle yourself from the other's embrace. You knew that one of you had to give, yet you both clung to each other just as tightly.

After a few moments, you feel Cedric's body shift, and you follow to unbind your arms from his neck. He suddenly stops, and you follow suite. You feel Cedric tip his head towards your ear, and you swallow hard as he whispers to you.

"I was thinking... If it's alright- we stay like this." Cedric's voice now had a rougher tone to it, and it sent shockwaves through you. Instead of answering, you adjust yourself back into the position you were in previously.

You smile into his shoulder, letting yourself fully enjoy his embrace. Taking in a deep breath, you inhale the Cedric's scent. The smell of dried herbs, his sweet soap, and the musk of old books makes your head spin in the best of ways.

As if almost on cue, the music changes in the ballroom once again, to something more slow and moody.

You lift your head in response, eyes scanning the scene around you, and you catch the eye of Queen Miranda somehow.

She quickly gestures towards the musicians, then gives you a sly wink.

Biting back a smile, you opt to bury yourself into Cedric's shoulder again.

This year, Wassailia has shaped up to be one of your favorite memories yet.

[elcondorpasas]

Hey can i have a request with Eddie, where you’re Dustin’s cousin who came to stay at his house for the whole summer and he present you to the hellfire club. Maybe the reader will be a nerd like them and enjoy playing to d&d 😊 For the prompt i would like the 14 from physical. I would like to be a fluff but with some mention of smut , i hope it’s okay with you 😊💗

SUMMER FLING | eddie munson x henderson!reader

Physical, 14. "The taste of your lips is like a drug."

request a prompt here ~> 🫡

summary Dustin Henderson's older cousin finally comes to visit for the summer and comes to find Dustin has been holding back some crucial information about his friends, especially Eddie Munson.

warnings None, except for some extreme cheese at the end.

a/n sorry this took a minute! work has kicked my ass this week and i didn't get as much time to write like i wanted to. i hope this is okay :) also i know nothing about dnd, sorry! this also wasn't proof read!

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Something your mother forgot to mention was how unbelievably flat Hawkins, Indiana is. You had considered its farming town qualities, but hadn’t really given it that much thought until now. Now, as you stood waiting at the bus station for your aunt to come pick you up. The near 20 hour bus ride from Colorado had your bones feeling like one more pothole would make them crumble to dust. You made a mental note to call your mother later and let her know that you would go without new shoes and clothes for your upcoming freshman semester at college if that means you can fly home instead of another bus ride at the end of this month.

A car horn pulled you from your thoughts. Looking towards the sound, you were not met with your Aunt Claudia’s station wagon, but rather an expensive looking BMW. Your cousin, Dustin, leaning out of the passenger seat with the biggest grin. He was your only cousin, and you his. Neither of you had siblings. This meant, no matter the age gap, you two were as thick as thieves from the moment Dustin could babble out barely incoherent sentences.

A smile broke across your face as you grabbed your bags, that you probably overpacked, off the ground and bounded towards the car. You heard the pop of the trunk unlatching. Dustin climbed out of the car to come and help load your bags. “Hey cuz,” Dustin giggled, haphazardly bumping into you. “You seem pretty happy for it being 8am on a Friday,” You mused. “Hey, it’s not every summer you come to visit me. Christ, woman, I’m tired of that dry mountain air messing with my asthma every summer,” Dustin chides back causing you to laugh. Typically Dustin and Aunt Claudia would come to visit you and your family in Colorado. Aunt Claudia, always claiming how suffocating Hawkins could be, loved getting out of town for a few weeks.

After finishing with your bags, you properly turned to your younger cousins and pulled him into a hug. “Well, you better have some cool stuff lined up for us. I’m not trying to spend my summer sitting around your house all day while Aunt Claudia pries into my love life.” You rolled your eyes, only half serious. “And what love life would that be?” Dustin’s quip only slightly stings, but you mainly laugh it off. Just as you’re about to poke fun at him about Suzie, a voice interrupts you.

“Great, both the Hendersons are smart asses.”

You turn to see what, or rather who, you can only describe as one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. Tall, great hair, and an unimpressed look on his face. Your eyes travel down to the green vest he’s wearing with a name tag that says “Hello, I’m Steve” with the name Steve scrawled in messy handwriting. Oh, so THIS is Steve…

“If you two are done now, I really gotta get to work,” Steve didn’t even wait for you to respond as he got back in his car.

Dustin reached up to close the trunk, “Don’t pay him any mind. He’s just mad he got stood up last night.”

“Stood up? Him?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh geez, not you too. Look, you can have whatever summer romance you want, but leave Steve alone. I’ve got plans for this summer, dammit! Plans that don’t include watching you and Steve swap spit.” Dustin huffed and moved back towards the passenger seat. You followed close behind and got in the car.

The ride to Dustin’s house wasn’t nearly as long as it felt. The tension of a moody Steve and a hyperactive Dustin nearly suffocating you and causing an awkward drive. Anytime Dustin would try to initiate a conversation with Steve, he’d shut him down, especially when Dustin would allude to Steve’s carousel of dates. Dustin explained that with summer upon you, the majority of girls were off on vacation with their families. This left poor Steve to cycle back through some girls he’s already had a go with. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that Steve got stood up by a girl he’d forgotten to call when he first dated her. Steve indulged some of your questions, however. Albeit, the answers were pretty short. You made a mental note that he probably would not be your go to for a summer fling. Cute..but too moody for me.

After Steve had dropped you and Dustin off, he sped off to what you could only assume was the job he kept muttering he was late for. You sorta hoped whoever Robin, that they wouldn’t be too pissed at him. You and Dustin lugged your luggage to the guest room and Dustin gave you a bit to unpack and get settled. He said he had to go “get some things in order” before you hung out later today. Whatever that means.

You unpacked a bit and when you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, you went out to greet your Aunt Claudia who called your name immediately upon entering the house.

“Oh, there you are, sweetie! How was your bus ride? I told your mother to let me pay for your flight. Pretty, young girls like you should not be traveling alone on buses! Did you have any preference for dinner tonight? I’ve got leftover casserole or we could get a pizza. Did you need any toiletries? I could run by the sto-”

“Jesus, mom! Let her breathe,” Dustin came to your rescue.

Aunt Claudia tsked at him and walked over to you, “I’m just so excited you are here! God knows I love my little Dusty, but it’s nice to have another girl- woman around the house. I guess you’re not a little girl anymore.”

You laughed and indulged your Aunt with a hug. “I appreciate you letting me stay with you this summer. Mom and Dad are going absolutely mental over this whole college thing, it’s like I could barely get a word in to either of them.”

Your Aunt Claudia laughed and said, “Well, there will be no talk of school here. You just relax and spend time with Dusty.”

And that’s what you loved about Aunt Claudia - she didn’t dote on you the way your parents did. She was too busy doting and nagging Dustin to really care what you did. She knew you were a good kid and didn’t have to worry about you, especially with you being 18 now.

The rest of the day passed pretty quickly. You all had decided on pizza for dinner and between bites of greasy, cheesy goodness you recounted your journey to Hawkins and assured your Aunt that you did not have a boyfriend or even any prospects, multiple times. Dustin told you all about what he and his friends were up to these days: how the Byers had moved away, how much time Mike spent on the phone calling his girlfriend, and how cool his new friend Eddie was. Seriously, you thought the kid was obsessed with Steve? This was a whole other level.

“Well, you two used to play the dungeons game together all the time. Why don’t you take her with you tonight?” Your Aunt proposed.

“You know, we are technically down a player. Lucas is at a basketball camp in Indianapolis.” Dustin pondered.

You had started shaking your head at the mere mention of Dungeons and Dragons. You hadn’t played in ages and you were so not up to embarrassing yourself in front of Dustin and all his little friends, “Oh, you know, I’m not really into gaming anymore. I could stay here. We could watch a movie, Aunt Claudia?”

“No way,” Dustin yelled, causing his mom to cast him a warning look, “You have to come. It’s perfect. We need another player and you need to not sit inside with my mom all summer. C’mon, please?” Dustin put on his best puppy dog eyes and you had never really been able to say no to your cousin. He just knew how to play you from years of convincing you to do shit with him that you didn’t always wanna do.

“Ok, fine. But when I’m the reason your party gets slaughtered,” You looked him dead in the eye, “You’re not allowed to whine about it.”

The smile on Dustin’s face was more than enough to convince you that you’d made the right decision.

You were going to kill Dustin.

“It’s only a quick bike ride!” My ass…. Twenty minutes later and you were out of breath and breakin a slight sweat. You knew you must have looked like a mess. You tried to remind yourself you were just meeting Dustin’s little friends, the Hellfire Club. It’s not like you were going to see Steve Harrington. Shame…

“C’mon,” Dustin called to you, “We’re already 5 minutes late. Eddie is gonna kill me!”

You huffed as you finished placing your bike on the bike rack outside Hawkins High.

“Why are you even meeting here? Isn’t the school closed for the summer?” You questioned.

Dustin was already opening the door to one of the hallways, “Perks of befriending the school janitor. He made us a copy of the keys so we can use the drama room for meetings.Now shift it, we’re late!”

He led you through the unfamiliar halls of Hawkins. It was a lot smaller than your school in Denver was. You’d thought you’d never have to step foot in another high school again, but here you were. Mike Wheeler was poking his head out of a door at the end of the hall you had just turned on to. Dustin’s pace picked up as Mike said, “It’s about time. Hurry up!” You matched your pace to Dustin’s and soon you two were piling through the threshold of the drama room’s door.

You noticed the moody lighting first. The house lights were down with only a few stage lights illuminating the stage where a table was set up and who you could only presume were the other members of Hellfire Club sat. All of them were wearing the same shirt as Dustin. Oh god, it’s nerd central. You were pulled from your observations of the ragtag club by an irritated voice hidden behind another club member, “Henderson, you better have a good reason for being late. Again.”

“Aha, hey Eddie….hey, guys,” Dustin chuckled, “Sorry, but I was just trying to make sure we had a sub for Lucas tonight. Everyone, this is my cousin.” Dustin told everyone your name and you waved. The owner of the voice who had chastised Dustin for being late stood up and- Oh… You were taken aback by his appearance. His long hair, ring clad fingers, and forearm tattoos. Your eyes were drinking him in and you were too distracted to hear his question.

Definitely not a little friend… First Steve and now, Eddie? Dustin is holding out on me.

You were brought back to the present by Dustin’s elbow making contact with your ribs.

“Sorry, what?” You asked sheepishly.

Eddie sensed your lingering gaze and a cocky grin took over his face, “Henderson, you didn’t tell me your cousin was hot.”

Oh god, he’s forward. His compliment made your face heat up. You weren’t used to flirting with guys. To be frank, you spent most of your time either alone or with your girlfriends. That was the consequence of you having attended an all girls private school. Eddie’s hair was longer than the list of male interactions you’ve had.

“God Munson, keep it in your pants. She’s family for christ’s sake!” Dustin whined as he took to the stage to take his seat at the table. You deftly followed behind him, determined to now keep your eyes off Eddie Munson.

Dustin sat next to Mike, making the last available open chair the one to the right of Eddie. You sat down, scared to even breathe. You were now acutely aware of how sweaty and messy you probably looked. “Well, I’ll ask again since you were…pretty distracted by these sweet old tatties,” Eddie laughed.

Fuck. Even his laugh was hot. As if the whole rockstar look wasn’t enough, he had to have a cute laugh too? God truly was a cruel son of a bitch.

“You know how to play?” Eddie repeated what must have been his question from earlier.

Your eyes go wide. You weren’t going to embarrass yourself in front of Dustin’s little friends. You were going to embarrass yourself in front of Dustin’s seriously hot friend, Eddie.

“She knows enough. We played a lot as kids.” Dustin answered for you. And then the whole table was getting their stuff set up, except you and Eddie. Unbeknownst to you and the others, Eddie had been at the school for an hour setting up everything he’d need. This was the beginning of a brand new campaign for the club and he wanted to make sure it was going to be their best one yet.

You looked around nervously, trying to remember everything you could about the games you’d played when you were younger. Dustin had handed you a character sheet that was already filled out, “Here, you can use one of my starter characters.” You nodded, only vaguely sure of what you were reading.

Eddie seemed to notice your apprehension and leaned towards you while the others got ready and talked shit amongst themselves. “Hey, uh,” he started and God- you could smell him. He smelled like cigarettes, green apple shampoo, and weed. You made a mental note to ask him who his dealer was. SAT prep had made your anxiety go crazy last year and you’d started smoking to help calm yourself down and then it just became a regular habit. But you did keep yourself from letting it become your whole life and personality. “We probably won’t get too far tonight, so nothing too crazy. If you’re unsure about anything, just let me know and I can break it down, if you want?” He finished.

You looked up to meet his eyes. They were deep and dark and big. You thought for a moment that you could lose yourself in them if you weren’t too careful. You choked out an, “Yes, please. Thank you. Eddie.” You added his name almost as an afterthought, as if you just needed to say his name. Feel how it felt in your mouth, how your lips formed around it. The smile on Eddie’s face could’ve lit the entire stage. You were sure you could get through the game without needing too much help, but Eddie’s offer stayed with you the entire time you were playing. You asked questions that you already knew the answer to. You just wanted him to pay attention to you.

Soon, the first half of the campaign was coming to a point where everyone could stop for the night and the club began cleaning up. Dustin and Mike were whispering quietly. You noticed the two and made your way towards them. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You questioned. Dustin turned towards you and gave you the same smile he did at dinner earlier that night when he convinced you to attend tonight’s session. Your face dropped, “What now?”

“Well, Mike’s mom let him rent Fast Times and I was thinking….maybe I could go hangout with him…and y’know, watch it.” Dustin explained sweetly.

“Oh you perv, you just wanna stare at Phoebe Cates boobs,” one of the members, Gareth, called out. Dustin responded to him with two middle fingers. You rolled your eyes and smiled, “That’s fine, Dustin. But who am I going to bike home with?”

Dustin didn’t have an answer for you and, truthfully, he did feel a little bad about leaving you to get home on your own, but... boobies.

“I could give you a ride,” Eddie said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Oh,” You felt like you were going to melt. Right here. Right now. “Well, only if you’re sure. I don’t want you going out of your way for me.”

Eddie shrugged, a smile on his face, “No problem at all. You’re on my route.”

“Perfect! So, you’ll tell my mom, right?” Dustin asked. You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll tell her. You guys have fun.”

You watched Dustin and Mike excitedly exit the drama room, they were followed by the other members of the club who were finished. The last one to leave, Jeff you think, called out to Eddie as he was walking out, “Hey, we still on for tomorrow? Ricky’s busting my balls, asking if we still want our time slot.”

Time slot?

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, man. We’re good. 11pm.” Jeff nodded with a simple “Cool,” and he was gone. It was just you and Eddie left. Alone. Before your mind could even wander, Eddie was asking if you were ready to go. You nodded and followed him out to the parking lot.

“Oh, wait, the bike,” You said as you walked over to the rack to retrieve Dustin’s spare bike. “Do you have room in your car?” You hoped he did. You did not want to have to come back to get it tomorrow.

“Yeah, plenty of room. Perks of having a van.” Eddie said, and you looked at the vehicle in question as Eddie opened the back doors. You pushed the bike over and before you could lift it yourself, Eddie was pulling it from your grasp. “Don’t worry, I got it.” And there that smile was again. You smiled and thanked him and rounded to the passenger side’s door. You both got in and Eddie’s van, who you had learned was named Tiffany, roared to life.

You both swapped turns asking questions on the way to Dustin’s house. You tried not to think too much about the fact that Eddie was going a full 10mph under the speed limit. Maybe he’s just cautious… But nothing about this guy screams cautious. Everything about him screamed danger. And that only attracted you to him more. You learned that he was 20, a super senior as he called himself. He played in a band, Corroded Coffin, that played at the Hideaway a couple nights a week which explained the time slot detail you’d caught earlier. You talked about music you both liked, only finding Black Sabbath as a common interest which led to some light hearted debates on Madonna vs Iron Maiden that left both of you giggling.

You’d even remembered to ask him where he bought his weed. Eddie nearly drove off the road as he choked, “You smoke?” You told him all about your helicopter parents and their expectations for you and your grades. How smoking helps stave off anxiety attacks. He made an offhand comment about how shitty your parents sounded which you laughed at, but you told him you loved them and they loved you. They just wanted you to reach your best potential. Eddie told you all about how his mom passed and the day his deadbeat dad dropped him on his Uncle Wayne’s doorstep. You felt horrible for even complaining about your parents after Eddie opened up to you, which you apologized for.

“Don’t sweat it. Everyone’s got parent issues even if they don’t have parents.” Eddie shrugged. You could tell though, he wanted to move on to another topic. So, he asked you about college and you learned all about his disdain for the educational system. He did think it was pretty awesome that you were going to aim for medical school. He thought it was even more impressive when you told him you wanted to become a surgeon. Surgeons were brave to Eddie. Despite his appearance and sub-culture, Eddie did reveal that he was a bit squeamish when it came to real blood. He could write gory, horrifying campaigns for Hellfire Club, watch the scariest movies, but a drop of real blood would send him reeling. You laughed at the thought of this absolutely metal guy hating blood. “Real blood,” he’d reminded you.

He killed the engine when he came to a stop at the curb of your home for the summer.

“Tha-”

“Do you wanna come see me play tomorrow night?”

You were taken back by Eddie’s question. He wanted you to come see him play? Your lack of an immediate answer had him feeling a bit self conscious, “Only if you want to of course. Don’t feel like you have to.”

“No, I‘d love to,” you said almost too quickly, but the smile he gave you was ten times as bright as the previous ones he’d given you tonight. And you had to keep yourself from giggling at the thought that you had made him smile tonight. While he was passing unimpressed glances and glares at the other club members, you had only gotten smiles. “I mean, I’ve never been to a metal concert before, but first time for everything I suppose?” You wrung your hands a bit nervously.

Eddie placed his big hand on top of your fidgeting ones, “It’ll be so fun. We can go to the Blue Jay Diner afterwards. I’ll buy you a milkshake.”

“It’s a date,” You said. Your smile dropped as you realized what you’d said. “I- I mean, it’s- not a- I-” Eddie squeezed your hands and with that same, blinding smile said, “It is a date.”

You both just looked at each other for a long minute. You didn’t want to get out of the van. You’d do anything to just stay like this, looking at each other and talking about yourselves, all night.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asked, shyly.

“Sorry?” You thought you had misheard him.

“Nevermind. Sorry, I know that’s fast. I just- you’re like really pretty. It’s dumb. Forget it.” He explained. Oh, so he had said what you thought he said.

“No!”

“No?”

“I mean, you’re not being dumb,” You assured him.

“So,” He started, “does that mean…?”

You didn’t answer him, but you reached across the van’s middle console for him. It wasn’t a hot kiss. It was a little awkward and shy at first, but you both leaned into it, more sure of yourselves. You couldn’t help but feel like you had bypassed weeks of dates and getting to know one another. Aunt Claudia would probably warn that you were moving too fast, but you didn’t care. You were kissing a boy you had just met. A cute boy. Your friends back home would gasp and squeal at how scandalous this is.

The two of you pulled away from one another. You had no doubt that your face matched the dazed look Eddie was sporting. “I’ll, uhm- I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked. Eddie nodded lazily, “Yeah, for sure. I can pick you up.” You smiled widely and leaned in for a quick peck before a little bit of your sense came back to you and then you were sliding from the van and pulling your on loan bike from the back before Eddie could protest that he’d help you.

“I’m a big girl, Eds. I got it.” The nickname slipped out of your mouth almost too naturally.

Eddie just grinned at you as you winked and turned away to walk up the driveway. You made sure to add a bit more swing to your hips as you walked. Give him something to miss you by.

“Oh, hey!” Eddie called out.

You stopped and turned back to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“What you asked me about…” He trailed off and at your confused look, he made a motion of bringing his index finger and thumb to his mouth and inhaling.

Oh.

“Oh, uhm, you know what? I don’t think I’ll really be needing any this summer.” You smiled softly.

“You sure? I got other shit too. If you let me know what you’re into, it’s on the house,” Eddie assured you.

Before you could even stop yourself, your big mouth lets you confess, “The taste of your lips is like a drug.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and you could feel your face heat up as your brain caught up to what you had just said. You wanted to kick yourself. Stupid stupid stupid! You just MET this guy. Your mind was racing with thoughts about how you’ve probably just scared this poor guy and how awkward it was going to be when Dustin invited you to hang out with the club again.

You went to apologize, but found Eddie was having a field day. He erupted into full on giggles and you were sure you had made a fool of yourself until he caught his breath and said, “I think we can strike up a deal. I never leave a customer unsatisfied or empty handed.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and winked at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Henderson.” The van roared back to life and you turned back towards the house.

You were unable to get the feeling of Eddie Munsons lips out of your mind or the stupid smile off your face for the rest of the night.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Out of curiosity, when you say Nat deserves a trilogy (she totally does) what do you think it should be about?

Also what are your hopes for Wanda, Bucky & Yelena?

Alright, so, before I give my opinion on this I gotta say that I do enjoy the movie we were given, I watched it like 5 times opening week lol. But I feel like it was too much in one movie, trying to mesh her past, present and Yelenas future all in one go. So here's what I think we should have gotten, and she deserved:

Movie 1: a flashback origin movie all about the Red Room, Nat and Yelenas past in Ohio, the Budapest mission with Clint, Nat thinking she took Dreykov down and her being brought to SHIELD

Movie 2: pretty much what we got, minus the Ohio mission part. Maybe add in a bit more bonding time between her and Yelena to fill that gap. And make the part at the end with blonde Nat the end credit scene instead

Potential series: what she, Steve and Sam were up to in the gap between Civil War and Infinity War. What did they do? Where did they go?

Movie 3: Nat leading the Avengers during the 5 years post blip. Her search for Clint, her search for Yelena, her search for answers. Doing ballet like the shoes on the chair in the one Endgame scene hinted at. I want to see her leadership skills in play. Original BW movie end credit scene

My character hopes below:

For Wanda is that that was it for her. I don't truly want her to be gone, but Lizzie is clearly tired of the role and frustrated with how her character was treated in MoM due to nobody watching WandaVision. But if she is alive, I'd like to see some redemption cuz it's what Lizzie wants I think.

For Bucky, I just want him to live through Thunderbolts at the moment lmao

And Yelena, I truly want her to continue to embrace the whole highly trained killer vibe she had in Hawkeye while also living up to Natashas heroics. It's important for her to be similar, but not exact. They were raised in the same conditions, but they aren't the same person. Yelena is a continuation of Nats legacy, not a replacement. They've been doing good with that, I just want it to continue

[very-serious-writing-blog]

Im not sure how much this counts towards using a disability aid to commit violence against ableism...

I have what is technically classified as a denture, but its basically a prosthetic upper jaw for me. Due to medical issues I had to have all my upper teeth removed before I could legally drink in the usa. A combination of Genetic disorder, medication, and lack of medical access led to my upper jaw being reabsorbed to the point its effected my facial structure, speech, nasal cavity, etc.

It's a very unpleasant issue for me. It hurts to wear the prosthetic for prolonged periods, and it's more so for filling the empty gap where my haw should be and for proper speech than for chewing.

I used to work Retail during the pandemic. I wouldn't quite say I'm immuno-compromised, but I'm certainly particularly vulnerable. I have multiple disabilities, but if you don't know what to look for, I look "normal". I'm autistic, Bi-polar, I have PTSD from multiple terrible longterm factors in my life, and by the time I was working retail during covid out of desperation to not be homeless again, I was crying in the bathroom every other shift.

This absolute dumbass of a selfish entitled woman enters the store and I cheerfully greer her and ask her if she has a mask to wear, or if she'd like a complimentary disposable one. She starts going off about how she can't understand a word Im saying because of the mask. She's obviously lying. She's hamming it up and Im tired. She tells me to take my mask off if I want to speak to her.

So... I pop my fake jaw/denture out with my tongue and sloppily take off my mask and the prosthetic so it looks like a normal idiot removing their mask and shoving it into their pocket move. It's not hard, and it's a very smooth motion. I've got a bucket of fresh clean masks for when I'm done talking to her. That womans face when she saw my collapsed mid-face. Heard what it sounds like when someone speaks with only their lower jaw, tongue, and a small portion of upper palate.

Of course, she started spewing how gross I was and demanding a manager. I slipped my jaw and teeth back in while putting on a fresh mask, sanitized my hands, and radioed a manager. I had only been working there a week, and no one knew about my oral health issues, so no one believed her. I'm sure we all remember how extreme covid-deniers were in those years.

Anyways, I love that it's now socially acceptable for caucasians to wear masks in public so I dont have to constantly be in pain when the prosthetic is hurtin

hey there! yeah i think everyone remembers how covid deniers were (and still are) cuz that shits insane istg. also what you did was metal as fuck i bet her face looked hilarious

ableists gotta get their shit rocked. i hope youre doing well!

[case-electris]

Heyyyyyy besties

It's been like what, 2 weeks since I last interacted with my friends (@mirology and @imagine-the-fanverse I'm so sorry I haven't replied to you guys on tiktok💀) my flat's wifi got messed up and I just got it fixed.

Anyways update on whateves going on my life.I moved to the city.Impulsively. In my defense my mental and physical health wasn't doing really well so I was like fuck it and took a gap year and moved to the city cuz I figured I might as well make more money while taking a break.

While traveling to the city I was already regretting me life choices. I forgot I had motion sickness so I was basically hurling my guts out the whole 8 hour ride, I was starving, the bus stank cuz some mf decided to vape inside the bus, I was wet (cuz I forgot to bring an umbrella and God decided I wasn't misrable enough and added a little bit of storm to the mix so I was soaked to the bone) and lastly ,lost a shoe cuz it slid right off my fucking foot and I was too shy to find it in a dark and moving bus.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh realization only hit me halfway through and while I was rethinking my life choices I started bawling my eyes out.I really really tried doing it quietly but I'm an ugly crier and I was hiccuping, choking on my tears with snot running from my nose (and vomit on my mouth cuz I wasn't done throwing up yet-). That's the last time I'm traveling. I-

Never again😀

After that I spent the next three days still crying (and still vomiting cuz my immune system's a bitch) cuz I was already feeling homesick (mom calls it migration depression and I was like 'thats cringe' but internally I agreed and whispered 'so true' and oh yeah did I mention I'm living with my mom now-) and after a lot of mental breakdowns I then impulsively bought a washing machine that is fucking expensive as hell but I'm happy so it doesn't matter anyways-

Also had another mental breakdown trying to connect it to a water source cuz I refuse to ask others for help

(your mom when we when your mom when)

I've already quit two jobs. The first one was nice, I was a coffee barista and the pay was good but going to work was a hassle tho so I quit.The next one I was a waiter, the pay is less than my previous job but I do less work anyways so I was ok with it.I quit immediately after tho the boss was just so mean and toxic and I just couldn't stand them.I got a new job tho, I'm a dental assistant now,the pay is great (its like thrice the amount of my previous pay) but the work is like pretty hard💀 and to be honest I'm fucking tired of talking to ppl but eh what can i do

I'm pretty sure I have more to talk abt but I kinda forgor so maybe next time

i'm- geez and i've been here working my 7-11 job-

WELL DUDE I HOPE YOUR AIGH NOW !!!

[levi-my-beloved]

that whole imagine ab prof. levi taking his frustrations out on u, I NEED MORE DESCRIPTIONS FOR THAT😭

oh anon ask an you shall indeed receive... this filthy drabble.

you may blame both @wortverlust and @levi-supreme for this. also @hashaneeee because you were also involved -_- I BLAME ALL OF YOU

ALSO, here ya go @peace-for-levi, proud a ya <3

Warnings: PROFESSOR LEVI WITH A DADDY KINK UGH, age-gap, degrading, fingering <3, against the wall because man is so done with your shit, lowkey corruption kink, praise, masochism if you squint ;), cream-pie cuz our poor man deserves it

Levi was sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. The time and effort he'd put into tutoring you. The time and effort he'd put into ignoring your stupid fucking high skirts and delicious thighs. Sick and tired of pretending he didn't know exactly what you were doing.

Your next session, he'd make sure you understood. The second you walked through that door, you could tell something was off. For one, his necktie was loose, draped around his neck like an open invitation. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaning up against his desk. He looked disheveled and fuck did it turn you on.

"Sit." you dropped your bag. You had a feeling you weren't going to need it. You sat with your legs together, eyes glancing to the familiar collection of formulae you knew like the back of your hand by now. "Are you stupid?" you balked.

"I don't know, Sir. But I can't seem to pass your test." Oh this wouldn't work. Not this time. Levi stood, eyeing you in a similar vein to a lion sizing up it's prey. So you shrank back, doe eyed and already soaking for him. You gasped as he sank to your level, roughly grasping your chin and pulling your head up to meet his glare.

"Better question. Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know your little game? Do you think I don't know that you sit there every week, fucking dripping for me?" His hand trailed down to your throat, taking a firm grasp around the sides of your neck, squeezing a breathy moan from your throat. Levi clicked his tongue. "Pathetic. You really are as dumb as you look."

You clenched your thighs tight, attempting to alleviate the steady throb you'd grown too used to for the best part of eight months. "I can't do it, Sir. I've been trying for months but, I just can't seem to finish," your voice held an air of innocence that had his slacks tighten to the point of suffocation. Even now, with his hand around your throat, his cock pressing against his zipper, you maintained your pure student act. It drove him wild.

"Finish? The test, you mean." with a rough tug on your arm, you were up on your feet, being dragged over to his desk before being borderline tossed onto the top, instantly but agonisingly slowly spreading your legs for him, biting your lip as you did.

"Of course. What else would I be talking about, Professor?" Levi closed the gap instantly, slamming his clothed erection against the soaked gusset of your underwear, grinding himself into your heat. Muffled pleasure clouded your already hazy mind, hands finding his hair and tugging as his mouth and teeth latched onto your neck, sucking harsh, unrestrained bruises onto your skin.

"No. Not professor. Not for this. If you want to call me anything," –Levi briefly glanced at you through dark lashes– "call me daddy," the whimper flying past your lips had his cock twitch slightly, prompting him to thrust his hips into yours, stifling any pleasured grunts he threatened to spill. He couldn't even begin to tell you how long he'd wanted to fuck you.

"Yes daddy." Restraint having now flown out the window, you craved to be closer, hands flying from his hair to his belt, deftly undoing the buckle and yanking down his zipper. You shoved your hand down the front of his briefs the moment you were able to, relishing in his moaned yelp of surprise as the heat of his shaft seared your palm. Levi had lost his control for a moment, part of his mind begging him to let you do what you wanted, to let you jerk him off to your hearts content. Before he remembered he was pissed at you for once again failing his test.

You briefly squeezed his tip, earning yourself yet another gravelly groan, before your hands were cruelly ripped from his front. Gathering you in his strong arms, you found yourself pinned against the very whiteboard you'd blankly stared at for hours, simply listening to the cadence of his voice. That very same voice that had now lowered into a heated snarl, wavering only slightly as your thighs wrapped around his waist, once again bringing your apex against his cock.

"Here's what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you here against this whiteboard, so maybe this way you'll fucking remember what I taught you, understand?" you barely managed to nod before one of his hands shoved your underwear to one side. Nimble, sinewy fingers gathered up your slick, swirling and teasing around your quaking entrance, his thumb pressing featherlight circles against your clit. Your hips bucked into his hand and, in consequence, the throbbing tip of his aching dick. This was torture for both of you. Even more as he slipped two fingers inside your cunt, hissing when your walls clenched around his digits.

"Yes, yes I understand daddy, fuck I– please, n'need you." Levi quirked a triumphant smirk, raising a brow of faux disdain as he pulled back for a moment, his fingers slowly moving inside you, raking wave after wave of euphoria as he easily located that spot he knew would drive you insane. If his other arm was burning from singlehandedly holding you up, you didn't notice and he didn't show it. Not as you threw your head back, smacking against the whiteboard behind you with a loud, guttural moan dragged from your lungs by his stupidly skilled fingers. And just as you were about to crest the peak of your pleasure, he removed them, wiping your tacky remains across your plump lips.

Taking your wrists, Levi pinned them above you in one of his hands, and you found it difficult to draw your attention from the way the veins in his arms bulged. Well, difficult until the tip of his cock nudged your cunt. You gave him another one of your innocent, doe-eyed looks, batting your lashes at him in liquid desperation, and he could think of nothing other than replacing that look with one of utter destructive bliss.

His first, determined thrust yanked a broken whimper from your throat, and dragged a deep groan from his chest, his head tilted back in arching pleasure. There was no time for you to adjust to his impressive girth before Levi pulled out to the head, and slammed back in again. Your hands balled to fists above you, keeping them there after he removed his in favour of holding your hips in a bruising grip. It took a few moments of desperate grunts before Levi found his voice again.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, good girl, good fucking girl. You like that? Getting fucked so stupid on my cock. Shit you feel so good baby, feel s'so fucking good." you honestly didn't think him capable of such things. That little stutter in his voice had you clenching around him, whining directly into his ear as his pace picked up, his tip repeatedly abusing your g-spot, to the point where you started see stars.

"Da'daddy– fuck! Oh daddy, f'feels so good– y'you! Your cock! Gonna try s'so hard for you, gonna make you s'so proud." you couldn't help it. Your hands fell from above you, finding a secure hold in his hair as he hammered his hips up into yours, the pull on his scalp adding a delicious sensation of pain laced pleasure that went straight down to his desperate cock, Levi's jaw falling open in a silent wail.

"O'oh fuck...! Gonna make daddy c'um princess. Sh'shit, oh fuck, fuck fuck! Keep- keep taking it, 'm so close, f'fuck 'm close. Make me cum, fuck make daddy cum, tha'ahhah, that's it! Fuck, gonna cum, gonna... gonna cum'aahAAAH–" you couldn't survive his dirty talk. You couldn't survive anything, not as his hand came back to roughly swipe across your clit. Levi's string of moans got caught in his throat as he reached his peak. Brows pinched, eyes screwed shut, you'd almost think the he was pained if it weren't for the scarlet blush across his face, and the strained "hah"'s and breathy "ah"'s.

It was all you could take, clenching hard around him, you reached your own pinnacle, wailing his name as you climaxed over his cock, the stuttering throb of your walls matching the rhythmic expelling of his seed inside you. Your high pitched whimpers synced up with every wave of euphoria you both crashed through, the contractions of your cunt milking his balls, the vigorous swipes of his thumb dragging out your high.

Levi was the first to come down, or at least recover enough to form a coherent sentence. One that did nothing but start you up again.

"Bend over the desk. We're not done here. Gonna drill those equations into you, princess."

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?” 

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with. 

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed. 

That was two months ago. 

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week. 

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out. 

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time. 

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you. 

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow. 

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous. 

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up. 

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink. 

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him? 

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered. 

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons. 

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good. 

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you. 

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off. 

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds. 

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth. 

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said. 

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria. 

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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[td-scenarios]

How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where  I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and  beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place. 

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

[mimik-u]

Togetherness

Summary: The aftermath of Steven transforming into a huge reptilian monster brings back old memories for Pearl, who remembers another time Steven was scared so many years ago.

A/N: This piece was written for the Pearl-focused I am a Pearl! mini-zine a couple of months ago! It was a great opportunity to get to explore Pearl's mind space after the events of "I am My Monster" and how her friendship with Greg has evolved over the years. ;w; Thanks to the mods for a great zine experience! <3

AO3 Link / Zine Tumblr Link / @iamapearlzine

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Steven is sixteen years old when he erupts into a scaly, pink monster—fifty-foot tall and inconsolable.

Everyone tells him that they love him, but because words are rarely ever enough, they show him that they do; they embrace him; they hold him; they press their fingertips into his reptilian skin. His scales are cold and sharp against Pearl’s palms, keratin hard and impenetrable. She tells him that he shouldn’t have to keep anything from her, all the while burning with shame that he’s kept so much from her.

He’s felt responsible for her fragility and loved her enough to tiptoe around the Diamond in the room.

His mother.

His mother and the complicated history between them.

The love.

The torture.

The grief.

The love.

(Because what is grief after all but a manifestation of love? A reminder, its echo, and its painful, lingering, lovely ghost.)

Connie kisses Steven, very lightly, very softly, and he falls from the sky, a boy again. 

Pearl wraps him in a blanket.

Garnet carries him into the wreckage of their home.

And approximately one hour later, they’re all standing on the deck, waiting for Priyanka Maheswaran to finish her professional assessment of him as the sun sinks into a honey-colored sea.

Pearl cradles her face in her hands, elbows sinking into the railing, trying to retrace every missed sign in the blackness of her own head. She sees his skin glowing pink in the darkness—at the Reef, in Little Homeworld, just moments ago in the living room…

So many flares in the night.

And Pearl had watched them all fizzle.

—

Steven is six years old when he moves into the newly minted beach house, and he tells Greg that he’s afraid of the silence. Nearly all of his life, he’s been surrounded by noise—the gentle rumble of the van’s motor, the susurrant murmur of the sea, wind, rain, buskers playing guitars on the Boardwalk, the whoosh of the rollercoasters at Funland. 

His dad’s snores echoing off the tin ceiling.

His dad’s laughter.

His softly-sung lullabies, too.

The beach house is really quiet at night, Steven tells Greg who tells the Gems, and he doesn’t like that…

He’s trying really hard to like it, though.

Maybe things’ll get better next week.

Pearl never looks at Greg as he delivers this news, tapping her fingers against the side of her leg as she sits at the kitchen table, ankles primly crossed. He stands in the doorway—right beneath Rose’s painted image—wringing his hands and looking too awkward to be allowed. She resents him for this—for his awkwardness, for his intrusion into their lives, and for everything else, too. 

(Namely for Rose.)

She inwardly knows that she’s being unfair. 

That loathing a person on the basis of his existence is morally suspect.

Wrong.

But what are rightness and wrongness to emotions? To the sheer primality of grief?

Grief is irrational, she rationalizes to herself—she self-justifies; it knows nothing of ethicality.

“Why didn’t Steman tell us this?” Amethyst asks, absently scratching her nose. “If it’s noise he wants, I got an old drum set he can knock himself out on.”

Pearl frowns, well-remembering the ten straight years Amethyst played the drums through the nineties. Rose loved it; Pearl spent many hours alone in her room to decompress. 

“He’s still intimidated by you three,” Greg shrugs kindly. “And shy. You just have to give him reason enough to trust ya with stuff like this. Tucking him in at bed at night, y’know. Checking under the bed for monsters.”

“There aren’t monsters under his bed,” Garnet says, practical as ever. “They wouldn’t fit.”

Greg chuckles, running a flat hand across the back of his neck as he peers between the three gems. When he and Pearl lock eyes, she meets his stare coldly, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“But Steven doesn’t know that,” he mumbles, glancing away, his cheeks flushing. “You gotta shine a flashlight down there and show him there’s nothing there.”

“Doesn’t that seem patronizing to you?” Pearl asks, taking little care to disguise the condescension in her voice. Across the room, Garnet’s visored stare finds her—blank, inscrutable, and arcane—but Pearl knows her fellow gem well enough to understand that this is chastisement, silent and brutal.

Arching a thin brow, she ignores Garnet.

She demands an answer from Greg.

“Maybe,” the man concedes, but when he acknowledges her gaze again, there’s a little defiance in his eyes, an edge in his scratchy voice. “But maybe not. That’s what being a parent is sometimes. Patronizing the kid! Playing along. Showing him that you’re listening to what he needs. Letting him know that you’re there… haven’t you ever been afraid before, Pearl?”

“No,” she protests immediately, bristling.

“Pssh,” Amethyst snorts. “Last week, you jumped ten feet in the air ‘cuz you saw a snake.”

“You did,” Garnet smiles wryly. “I was there.”

Pearl scoffs, trying and failing to ignore that her cheeks are suffused with blue blush…

… and that Greg is staring at her with an almost distinguishable emotion in his eyes.

If she didn’t know better, she would say it was pity.

—

Dr. Maheswaran tells them that Steven is okay; he’s tired and sore—transforming expended a lot of his energy—but he’s ready to see everyone now. She tells them to be quiet and to maybe go in one by one, so he doesn’t get too overwhelmed.

Firmly, she warns them that it’ll take more than a good night’s sleep for him to heal .

And she doesn’t mean physically.

“Here’s a number of a good therapist I know,” she says, placing a card in Pearl’s hand. “Her office opens at nine.”

Pearl folds her fingertips over the edges of the glossy card stock but doesn’t quite glance down to look at the name—too fixated on watching Greg stand in front of the doorway, palming the screen door as he seemingly steels himself to go in. 

He’s aged so much in the twenty-something years that Pearl has known him—from his nearly bald head to the branching lines creasing the corners of his eyes—but for some reason, it is only now, in this ephemeral moment, that she realizes how old he is.

She doesn’t mean physically either.

As the others gather around Dr. Maheswaran, asking her questions, voicing their concerns, Pearl takes one deliberate step and then another.

—

Garnet tells Steven that it’s okay—there are no monsters under the bed—and when she shines a flashlight beneath the mattress, Amethyst is there, shapeshifted into a tiny kitten, purring at the child sweetly.

“See, dude?” She laughs, bounding out from beneath the bed. In an instant of blurred matter and color, she becomes herself again, her bangs sweeping inelegantly over her eye. “No monsters under the bed, only cute kittens.”

“Only kittens?” He repeats, grinning that famous gap-toothed smile that everyone adores. His legs are nearly swallowed by his oversized shirt.

“Kittens and dust bunnies,” Amethyst confirms, knuckling his curls playfully and smiling broadly when he laughs. “G’night, Steman.”

“Night, Amethyst!”

“Goodnight, Steven,” Garnet murmurs, lifting the six-year old into her arms and gently placing him onto the bed. She tucks him beneath the covers. She tenderly kisses him on the head.

“Nighty night, Garnet.”

And then it’s Pearl’s turn. Garnet and Amethyst head towards their temple rooms, and Pearl settles down on the edge of the comforter, balancing her left ankle on top of her right knee.

“Don’t forget about M.C. Bear Bear!” She teases softly, reaching over and placing the stuffed animal next to Steven’s arm. “He needs a snuggle buddy.”

Steven nods in agreement, his brow furrowed seriously over his eyes.

“Yep,” he says importantly. “I’ll be sure to hug him tight.”

“Excellent,” she says primly.

“Excellent,” he echoes playfully.

She lightly skims her knuckles across his soft cheek, smiling when he giggles a little, always ticklish…

… but then, when she withdraws her hand, letting it fall away from his face, the moment that immediately follows is quiet.

Too much so.

So quiet that Pearl can hear the softness of Steven’s breath, quiet enough that Greg’s words from earlier haunt her in the absence of noise.

Haven’t you ever been afraid before, Pearl?

Contrary to what Garnet and Amethyst may believe, she isn’t afraid of snakes —pestilent creatures though they are.

She’s surprised by snakes.

And afraid of much bigger things—five-thousand-year old secrets and equally ancient insecurities, for instance.

Six thousand years ago, after all, she was coded to believe that her highest order in life was to be a slave.

And sometimes—if only sometimes—she fears that her weaknesses were ingrained then, in the very moment she emerged from a shell and was called a pearl

One of so many.

Disposable.

Programmable.

Objectified.

Sometimes, she barely knows what it means to be herself, much less what it means to be a parent .

Indeed, Greg Universe of all people seems to have the idea down better than she ever could.

So, yes, Greg, she is afraid.

(Afraid of failing Steven.)

(Terrified that she’s already failed her. )

Patronize him, Greg suggested.

Play with him.

Show him that you’re listening.

Let him know that you’re there.

—

“Greg?”

Pearl places a light hand on Greg’s arm, startling him from his trance as he turns around to face her.

“Pearl!” He exhales, his breath coming in short bursts. “Y’scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” she says sincerely, not quite moving her hand away yet. His skin is warm beneath her fingertips, soft like wave-washed sand. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yes,” he returns immediately, and then—taking one look at her imperiously raised brow—just as quickly rectifies himself. “No. I don’t know. I’m freakin’ terrified, Pearl. I feel like a failure of a parent. I don’t know what to tell him. But I gotta go in there anyway.”

He says it all very rapidly, as though he’s talking to himself.

Encouraging himself.

And putting himself down to do it.

“I’m his dad,” he concludes, his voice breaking, tears standing in his dark eyes. “I’m his dad, and I didn’t… I wasn’t there for him, and I should have—“

“ Shh, ” Pearl cuts across him gently, patting his arm as tears threaten to slide down her own face. “Shh. There are so many hypothetical should haves that we’ll all have to face soon when it comes to Steven. But not today, Greg .”

With her free hand, she conjures a tissue from her gem and hands it to him, unflinching and kind, even when he needs to wipe his nose.

“Today,” she murmurs, her voice inhibited, a hundred emotions thick, “we just let him know that we’re here.”

—

“Pearl?” Steven asks.

Pearl blinks rapidly, coming back to herself; she’d been lost in her own thoughts, nearly consumed.

“Hey,” she smiles, placing her hand on top of Steven’s own. His skin is so warm and soft; she absently wonders if her alienness feels sharp to him… hard… cold… “Here’s an idea—how about I sing you a lullaby before you go to sleep?”

“You know how to sing?” Steven’s eyes widen incredulously, his mouth shaping itself into a delighted smile.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she laughs playfully. “When we were younger, your mother and I used to sing all the time—hymns from our home planet and the like…”

A pause, infinitesimal, hesitant. 

“...I could sing one for you if you’d like?”

“You could?” The child dares to be hopeful; the very emotion shapes the pitch of his question, the light in his eyes.

He has his mother’s eyes.

Dark and full of stars.

“I could,” Pearl repeats. “I’d sing as long as you wanted me to.”

“How about fooooorever?” 

“Let’s just start with until you fall asleep,” Pearl laughs. “That’s a part of forever, yes? This moment?”

“If you say so, Pearl,” he wrinkles his nose skeptically.

“I know so, Steven.”

As she sings him to sleep in her mother tongue, Pearl admits that this must be something that Greg knows, too.

The importance of hereness to a child.

Togetherness on scary nights.

[paisley-print]

3:00am : George Strait Sang It Better.

About:  The two of you make your way home from the bar... 

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1635

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST I AM SO SORRY (no I’m not hehehe), Curse words, fluff, mentions of death, grief, mentions of alcohol, mentions of vom*t ,implied age gap. 

NOTE: Not me making myself cry....not that. Also I love country music y'all can square up on me if you like. I find it funny how I am turning this satire of a character into a Nicholas sparks protagonist. Wild.

MIDNIGHT MASTER LIST

3:00am : George Strait Sang It Better

“I’m not drunk.” 

Jack had you slung over his shoulder “I don’t believe that’s a correct statement.”

“Are you proud of me for beating all those guys at pool?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am sugar, you know…. I think the whole bar was lookin’ to take you home after that.”

Jack had spent most of the night sitting back and watching you interact with the other patrons. How you flitted about like a little fairy; all giddy and flushed from the alcohol.  He enjoyed seeing men and women ogle over you. The looks on their faces when he scooped you up to leave was priceless. 

“Wha?! No! Only you can take me home!”

He smirked “that is right babygirl- only me.”

You giggled and whispered to him, “Jack?”

He whispered back to you “what?”

“May I smack your ass please?”

You heard him chuckle “only cuz you asked so nicely.”

You gave his ass a light tap “boop”

“Excuse me mam I said smack not a boop. My ass is too incredible to have it booped.”

“Well, I booped you- watcha gonna do about it?”

“Might not help you take off your makeup when we get home.”

You gasped dramatically, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me honey,” he shot back. 

You cleared your throat, “wait, put me down.”

His brows knit together, “you gotta throw up?” 

You hummed in response.

He took you by the waist and placed you down, keeping his hands there to make sure you didn’t take a header into the brick wall.

Before he could react you flashed him a bright grin, broke from his touch and proceeded to skip down the street. It took him a second to realize he had been conned; he had to jog a little to keep up with you. “Girl, where in the hell do you think you’re goin’?....... y/n?”

“Do you hear that?” You asked, rounding the corner onto a totally empty side street. This side of town was mostly strip malls and county buildings.  A record store was playing music from inside...it floated through the street and echoed lazily into the humid June night. “My father used to sing this song to me.”

The song was a cover of ‘Cross My Heart’ written by George Strait but sung by Dierks Bentley. “God I haven’t heard this song in years” you breathed, making your way into the street and laying down under the streetlamp.  You sang along, “I cross my heart And promise to, Give all I’ve got to give, To make all your dreams come true.”

Jack stood off to the side, getting more and more frustrated. “I’m not gonna scrape you off the sidewalk if you get hit.”

You laughed, unable to see that he was upset…. “hit by what? All the cars?” The street was completely deserted, most everybody was home in bed. “You will always be the miracle, That makes my life complete, And as long as there’s a breath in me, I’ll make yours just as sweet.” 

Jack shook his head, shifting uneasily on his feet. 

It was an absolutely beautiful night- full moon, warm, not a single cloud obstructing the sky. You gasped and sat up “Jack please dance with me!”

“I’m tired, put your shoes on- let’s go-”

You gave him the puppy dog eyes “but it’s perfect! The song is almost over anyway-” 

He snapped, losing his temper and shouting at you. “What part of I’m fucking tired do you not understand? Come get your shoes and stop acting like a goddamn child!”

You stared at him wide eyed while the music played on.  The two of you had little spats in the past….but you had never seen him do anything close to that.  Sobriety struck you in an instant. You held tears back and pulled yourself from the asphalt.  Silently, you took your shoes from him and placed them on your feet.

His tone was still a little harsh but not nearly as bad as before, “you want me to carry you?”

“No” you said quickly “I can walk - thank you.”

-

Jack pulled the car to a stop at an empty intersection and waited for the light to turn green.

You were the first one to speak “sometimes I get too excited and act stupid... I apologize for not listening to you when you said you wanted to go. I’ll listen better next time.”

He sighed and hesitated, “I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.”

You shrugged, “it’s okay, you were tired...plus George Strait sang it better anyway.”

“No, it’s not that-” 

You could tell that he was fighting something, but you didn’t know what. His lack of verbal communication frustrated you at times, however it was something you had been learning to accept. Each day you noticed his tells and from those you would peace together how he was feeling. He would get boisterous when he was nervous, silent when he was focused, chatty when content...so on and so forth.

Although you would rather him tell you these things, you understood that he was a man raised in a way that forbade overly emotional declarations. He was getting better the safer he felt with you and it was okay that he wasn’t perfect with it just yet. Jack had spent years shutting people out, it was going to take time for him to break the habit.

“-that was my wedding song,” he confessed.

You nodded slowly, showing him that you were listening.

“You looked so fuckin’ beautiful and just - happy…….” he sighed again. “It’s uh- do you know that the two of you share the same birthday? I didn’t realize it until the other day when you mentioned yours …...three hundred and sixty five days in a year, what are the fuckin’ odds?” 

The light turned but he didn’t move, he was staring transfixed at the road - his mind somewhere far. You watched him remember her and a life that no longer existed. He always had a certain look about him when he was thinking of her. You couldn't really put it into words; he just seemed so at peace with the world….like the burden of loss wasn't weighing him down.

His hands gripped the wheel tighter “the birthday you have coming up will make you one year older than she ever got to be…. It’s like one day I woke up and twenty-four years have come and gone overnight.”

He started to choke up a little, but fought against it. “ I don’t know why it just hit me all of a sudden. I can go weeks, months, without feeling upset. Then one little thing just sets it off and everything comes rushing back at once…. and it hurts the same way it did then.”

His breathing hitched in his chest,  you could tell that he was probably on the verge of a panic attack.

You placed a hand on his leg “hey-”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. That wasn’t right….. I’m not that person-”

“It’s alright-”

“No it’s not. I’m sorry if I scared you and I’m sorry that I’m talkin’ about this. I know you probably don’t want to hear it-”

“Jack” you spoke softly in an attempt to stop his spiraling. “I always want to hear about what you’re going through. No matter what it is…..your wife, she sounds amazing.”

He reached down to take your hand, squeezing it gently. 

You brushed your thumb across his knuckles. “If you ever need to talk about her you can, I hope you know that. And what you said about it all rushing back….grief is not linear. It's not something that has a start and end...instead it’s like a box with a little ball inside. Every time the ball hits the side of the box you feel upset. Like tonight-”

Your other hand reached up to tuck a little strand of hair behind his ear, while you went on… “At first the box is tiny and the ball hits the sides of it often. However as time goes on the box gets bigger. Meaning that the ball has much more space to travel until it hits the sides.”

You paused for a moment to let him follow along. “You grew up with her; she is literally woven into the fabric of your soul. You are allowed to miss her and miss her deeply. Even after all this time. It is okay.  In the same breath though, you are also allowed to be happy. I know you carry around guilt - I see it in you constantly…….  but there was nothing you could have done Jack.”

You placed a finger under his chin and turned his head to face you, “and you didn’t scare me. You just caught me off guard is all.”

“I wish I danced with you,” he said softly. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to dance, Jack.”

He looked so utterly exhausted; you dropped your hand to let him focus back on the road. “Yeah” he agreed, then lifted his foot off the break to continue on.

The open windows let wind rush through the cabin. He kept a tight hold on your hand, it was the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment.

An idea surfaced in your mind….  “I think we should include her this year. We can pick up some flowers - maybe a little toy for the baby, and have a picnic. I’ll make cupcakes and we can blow out a candle for her as well ….would that be something you want to do?”

He rubbed his eyes and nodded. 

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled softly “you don’t have to thank me Jack.”

[livelovelaug-h]

Stressed

New girl fanfic ofc, Schmidt x reader

Words

A/n: I know I have a lot of stories to get to especially That 70s Show but I finally had an idea for a new girl fanfic. Take it easy on me this is my first new girl fanfic haaha!!!

"you're stress eating aren't you?"

It was 9 p.m. and you were in the loft eating a burger when Schmidt walked in.

"No I'm not."

"You're eating that sandwich like your life depends on it, now tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed. "Ugh it's a lot of things schmidt."

"Are you not having any sex y/n is that it? because we can fix that." You gave him a look.

"No its not that. I mean kinda but...- no, I'm tired of not having long relationships and I'm almost 28 I should be pretty settled in."

"That's not true, none of us are settled down and we're older than you by a little."

"Yeah I guess your right. I just dont feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be in my life."

"I know you wanted to do more acting stuff by now but I would say I'm very proud of you for how far you've come. I mean you did a commerical for crying out loud! Not to mention you got over your fears. Stop being so hard on yourself woman, you'll get more jobs, I mean look at you."

You bit your lip & smiled. "Thank you so much schmidt, that means a lot to me."

" no problem, that's what I'm here for cuz I'm cool. I'm the cool one. The one with the best advice. That's why they call me mr. Advice guy. Advice here, Get your advice here"

"Alright no one calls you that, and I wouldn't go that far." You laughed. "But I think miller might be a little cooler than you.."

"Oh please."

Grabbing your hot sauce you tried to pour it down schmidt's mouth. "I know Miller would definitely drink this." he grabbed your wrist midway.

"Of course I wouldn't I'm not an animal."

2 secs, 3 seconds, 4

schmidt didnt let you go, both of you holding each others stare. It was the connection you've been wanting for awhile.

He spoke up: " are you thinking what I'm thinking? Solve one of your stressed out problems."

Grinning widely you shook your head. "Let's do it." Tugging on his arm you walked him towards his room.

He closed the door and grabbed your face kissing you. You were in heaven you couldnt believe schmidt was kissing you. That was one reason why you were stressed out. You liked him but didnt have enough courage to tell him, plus he didnt seem like he wanted a relationship since he was with a new girl ;) almost every week.

You guys walked back towards the bed, you laying down and him following suit. he leaned on top of you, stopped, and pulled back and spoke up walking towards the door;

"We can't do this."

You were kinda embarrassed. He probably didnt like you like you, I mean its schmidt he's hot and you dont your his type.

"Oh?" Is all you could say. Almost like a deer in headlights.

" I'm sorry I can usually do this with anyone."

Punch number 2 to the gut.

" oh okay nooo, I understand you cant do it when you know you cant get it up." You said shyly getting up.

"What no no, I can get it up. Trust me I can get it up. It's just I cant do it with you because- because I like you y/n. I've actually liked you for a while. I don't just want to jump into bed with you, like I normally would."

You were in shock. You raised your eyebrows.

" you were dating that guy and then you seemed upset so I didn't want to interfere or be the rebound, which I mean I wouldn't have minded but instead I just tried to distract myself with other women." At this point you were smiling so hard your face could fall off.

"Wow I wasnt expecting that, but I've liked you for a while too. I can't believe that our Schmidt is ready to try relationship."

" well hey, I didn't say all that." He joked. "I'm kidding I would like to try with you. How does dinner tomorrow around 7 sound?"

"It sounds great. I cant wait. I'll see you then."

"See you then." He closed the gap in between you guys and kissed you passionately. You could feel yourself heating up and getting red but you liked this feeling. You could get used to this.

"Good night schmidt.''

"Good night y/n."

~~~~~~

The end