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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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hi lovely! could we have a morpheus x reader fic where he’s just really petty and jealous of the guys around her even though she’s assured him many times that there’s nothing going awnnn. she gets so fed up one day she pretends to flirt with one of the guys just to spite him 🫢🫢

Baked Brie (With Extra Jelly)

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: The family that owned the bakeshop by the end of your block was just as sweet and warm as the goods they sold. The children of the owners had a soft spot for you, and Dream was so wholly hard on them.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, jealous!dream, dream vs 2 kids & their older brother, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, dream petty AF, typos, etc.

A/N: HAHAHA THIS IS SO ME IM PETTY AF CHEERS NONNIE YOU AND I SHARE THE SAME BRAINCELL omg i realized i ended up writing something far different than your req RIP IM SO SORRY T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 it's here @sloanexx !! it's HERE HAHHHA lol i hope everyone enjoys good night [dead]

Niki, Nina, Nix, eldest to youngest, were the kids of Noelle and Nora, who owned the bakeshop, just a few buildings down from where I lived. They were a a happy family. They were so endearing, even in their arguments, they made me long to have a family like theirs in the future.

"And it's so cute actually," I say as I swing Dream's hand as we walk hand in hand, "they're all nicknamed N!"

He hums, lips curved into a small smile as he watches me skip beside him, "and what are the Moretti family's real names?"

I cease my hopping. I walk in thought beside him. He chuckles as he watches, pulling me close to him, linking our arms together, pressing a kiss at the back of my hand.

"I think Noelle is short for Emmanuelle and Nora is for Andrea," I place a hand on my chin, "Niki for Dominico, Nina for Adrienne, and Nix, is the only one named N, which is short for Nicolas."

"Niccolo," Dream corrects, "Niccolo Rafael Abreo-Moretti, named after Andrea's paternal grandfather Stephano Niccolo Moretti, and maternal grandfather, Rafaelo Constanzi."

I give him a look, stopping in my tracks, releasing a sigh. My lips curve into a pout, "I totally forgot you know everyone, ever."

The Prince of Stories chuckles, leaning towards me as he did.

I feel a bit wronged, in all honesty. There is a sourness in my voice when I speak, "why did you even ask when you know better than me?"

"I like to listen to your voice-- your stories."

I roll my eyes, "oh please."

I begin to continue our trail, but Dream holds me back. He pulls me towards him. I recoil and collide with his chest. He looks down at me with questioning blue eyes and pouty lips, "I would not lie to my beloved."

Beloved.

I suck in my cheeks, holding back the smile threatening to spill onto my lips. I snort, pushing myself off his chest, straightening myself up. I turn to the street to distract from the butterflies in my stomach and clear my throat, "yeah, yeah, let's keep walking. Don't want to be a nuisance. I remember how annoying it was to see couple pda-ing in the middle of the street."

"How critical of you," he mutters, the softness of his smile beginning to intensify.

I grab onto his arm and force lead him back on track, grunting as I did so, "well, couples are annoying if you're not the couple."

He finally chuckles, "well, I am glad I am not annoying, beloved."

I chew on my lips as I sink my face into his arm, trying to hide from the sensation of blood rising up my neck. I release a sigh as I reach out for his torso. He rids his arm between us and opts to prop it on my shoulders. I brush my face into his chest, breathe in his scent, deep and ethereal, and allow myself to calm down from the high his new pet names I have been earning as of late.

Dream pulls me close into him, awfully pleased with himself for garnering the reaction he did.

I pull away when I see the orangey light from the bakery. I perk, grabbing his hand again, "there it is!"

Dream smiles as he nods, "indeed."

"Oh," I grip his hand tightly in both of mine, "I hope they have baked brie!"

The moment we enter the establishment, I am welcomed with a cheer of greetings from the Moretti family. There is a chorus of 'finally,' 'you're here,' 'we have something freshly baked,' and other words that I could not all make out in time.

"Hello, my child," Noelle smiles from behind the counter just as she finishes clipping her blonde-grey hair back, "I see you brought someone with you today."

"Is he your boyfriend?!" Nina excitedly squeals, sharp, dyed-black bangs moving with her dyed-pink bob, beside her mother. Noelle shushes her teenaged daughter as she wipes he hands on her soft belly, telling her to go back to wrapping the cookies.

Nina makes a face but follows nonetheless, pointy, manicured nails, ribboning up some packaging.

I pull away from Dream, ready to introduce him. I am beat to the punchline.

"He looks weird," Nix blurts, mop of light blonde hair turning from his sister to the said being, blatantly giving him side eye as he walks with a tray of dishes back to the kitchen.

There is a loud, collective, "NIX!" thrown into the air.

"What?" the 7-year-old grumbles... or did he already turn 8? "he's worse than Nina."

Nina mutters angrily under her breath as her younger brother passes. She attempts to kick him, but Nix is too quick, too ready and used to it.

I turn to Dream, who was unfazed by everything, just as Noelle apologizes for her son.

He shakes his head, "I am unbothered by such remarks," he offers a polite smile, "you can call me Dream."

"My! Dream," Noelle turns to me, smiling as she mutters, "a patient man, and so pretty!"

I snort, covering my mouth with the side of my fist. I let myself calm down before replying, "he is."

Dream smiles to himself.

"Oh," Noelle calls, "you've been looking for baked brie, right?"

I nod excitedly.

"Papa is pulling it out of the oven," Noelle says, throwing her thumb behind her shoulder, "it'll only be a few minutes. Go ahead and look around or take a seat while waiting."

I nod once more and turn to Dream, taking his hand. I then lead him off to the goods on display, pointing out the ones I enjoyed the most.

"Oh, this one," I motion to some chocolate pastries, "for some reason always gets sold out on Thursdays."

Nina, who came out of nowhere, restocks the said item, "that's because there's an office nearby and I think their cult requires it as an offering."

I knew better than to listen to her fantastical musings, so I only offer her a snort.

Dream however, does the mistake of noting on it, albeit well-intentioned and concerned, "you are acquainted to this cult?"

Nina's face twists in the special, eerie way she is capable of. She finishes placing the things on her tray onto the shelf then presses the the tray in between her arm, reaching for my shoulder, "yes I am," she moves close to my neck, "and I am taking my beloved as captive."

She's pretending that she was going to bite me. Well, okay, she has bitten me once before.

"Your beloved?" Dream quips, moving towards me and Nina.

I pull away from the mischievous teen before 1) she actually bite me, 2) Dream could push himself between us.

Nina throws her head back at our reactions, laughing, "ohemgee, your boyfriend's a total grandpa."

"Well," I start, just as Dream grabs both my shoulders and looks down at his opponent, "he is, like, a bazillion years old."

"No kidding," Nina says, turning to Dream with a challenging look, "hey, you ever hear of a joke?"

"Do not make it a habit to joke about things not yours to joke about."

Nina makes a face, turning to me, "yeah," she turns back to him, "ok."

Just as Nina walks away, Dream eyes her intently. Then, from the other side, Nix comes up to me, grabbing my hand, pulling me off, "look, look, I finished my design!"

I part from Dream as I am redirected to a table by the boy holding his sketchbook in hand, "you're gonna love this one!"

I release a breath as I am pushed down on the chair. Nix circles around and places the book on the table. Before he can sit across me however, he starts and reels back, seeing Dream was already seated there, arms crossed, expression grave.

"What the fuck!" he squeaks in shock.

"Nix! Language!" I reprimand.

Nix turns to me in shock and slight fear, "how is he there?!"

"I hold dominion over every seat across my person," Dream purses his lips tightly, eyeing Nix like he was a criminal.

I turn to Dream, calling out his name under my breath as I shoot him a similarly reprimanding look. His blue eyes dart to me, his posture deflates.

I turn back to the boy as I sigh, bringing his sketch pad near me, "what was it you wanted to know me, Nix?"

Nix huffs, eyeing Dream dirtily one last time, before leaning over the table, coming close to me as he showed me his design, "I call it, Zombie Pizza!"

Nix begins to explain that is was a sweet, deep-dish with smushed chocolate and red velvet cake and fondant zombie fists. He finishes it by saying, "papa says that we can only sell it on halloween and on my birthday."

I chuckle at the little pout he gives me. I jolt when I hear Dream snarl. Nix turns to Dream just as I do, however the boy scowls much harsher than I do.

"Dream," I call out.

"I would like to finish our errand," he quips coldly, "and leave immediately."

Nix closes his sketchbook, raising a brow at Dream, "you are aware you can't leave until Niki comes, right?"

Dream narrows his eyes at the boy, "and why can't we?"

"Because he's going to throw a tantrum if he doesn't see-"

Nix is cut off by the loud call of my name from across the room.

The next moment, the tall, muscular man comes running towards me with open arms. I barely have time to stand before I get squished into a tight hug by the eldest Moretti sibling.

He exclaims something in Italian, I choke as I make an attempt to wrap my arms around him. My feet are barely on the floor as I am hoisted up. Nix rolls his eyes at his brother as he walks away, "show off..." he grumbles, "so what I'm bad at Italian..."

"Niki," I struggle, "I- can't breathe."

"Oh," he gasps as he pulls away. I catch my breath and receive two kisses on both my cheeks. Niki's large hands are on my neck, "it's been so-"

"Release your grip this instant!" a voice cuts as a hand comes onto Niki's wrists.

Niki and I turn to Dream, who is absolutely livid. The lights begin to flicker.

I open my mouth, but before I could speak, Niki shoots Dream a glare and pulls away from him, bringing me along as he did.

Dream's nostrils flare, his eyes widen in anger.

"Niki please," I look up to the man who pulled me back protectively. I move away from his side and come up to Dream's. He seems stunned by my actions. His jaw clenches when Dream pulls me into his chest as his hand darts to my waist.

I place a hand on Dream's chest for balance, giving Niki, who was growing just as agitated as Dream, a soft look, "this is my boyfriend."

Niki's expression falls. He blinks, casting his gaze to me, "your what?"

"Boyfriend, lover, partner, whatever you want to call it," Dream retorts for me, stepping forward in the process.

"Dream," I call, keeping him back, "enough of you."

Dream turns to me, brows knit, lips pursed, eyes glassy. He retreats.

Niki shakes his head. His shoulders relax, "oh... wow," he breaks into a smile, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend." He then crosses his arms, his muscles bulge in his tight shirt, "I didn't think you'd be the type to get into a relationship," he points a finger, "considering you complain about couples to me, like," he counts on his fingers, "everyday."

I release a breath, "Niki."

Niki turns to Dream, brushing his longish dirty-blonde hair back, "you know she said PDA should be banned," he motions at us, "and yet look at you now."

Dream narrows his eyes at Niki. I begin to feel blood rise up my neck.

Thank the goodness of the earth, Nora called out my order the next moment. I turn to the man with a brown mustache and wide shoulders like his eldest child, holding a blue box in his hand that looks small only in comparison to him. I drag Dream along with me when I claim my order.

I hurriedly fish for my wallet as Dream stands rigidly beside me.

"So," Nora starts, giving Dream a once over, "you're the boyfriend huh?"

"Isn't he pretty, Nora," his wife says before she goes into the back kitchen.

Nora's face is stiff. Dream's is just the same.

"So," the man starts again, "what do you do for a living?"

I pull out a bill and slam it onto the counter, sliding it over to Nina, who was now manning the register. I answer for Dream, "freelance."

Nina raises her dark, sharp brow. Nora knits his bushy ones, "doesn't sound very stable."

Oh, nothing about it is stable. "Trust me," I sigh, "it's a full time job."

"That makes literally no sense," Nina points, making her father agree.

Nix comes up to my right, eyeing Dream darkly.

I make up a lame excuse, "it's a Gen-Z thing."

"That man," Nix scoffs, "is not a gen-z."

I look down at the boy, "I didn't say he was, kid."

Nix pouts.

Niki comes behind Dream, placing his beefy arm on his shoulders, "what kind of freelance do you do?"

I swear, in that moment, Dream's smaller form (compared to Niki) slowly begins to grow. My eyes widen as I pull him away, "quit it!"

Niki, thinking it was he I was talking to, deflates, frowning, "I'm... I'm sorry. I just wanted to know."

Dream gives him a dirty look. I notice him grow and bulk a few inches. I grab his pale face, quickly turning to Niki as I say, "not you baby."

"Baby?" Dream growls, face contorting in offence.

"Here's your change," Nina says apprehensively.

"Keep it," I say, turning around only to get my box. I offer a quick smile to everyone and begin to push the I-was-sure-was-still-growing Dream out of the establishment.

The Moretti family looks at me as I wheel my boyfriend out of their bakery. I give them a strangled look as I shove Dream out toward the glass door, "I'm sorry, it's just- we're very late for an appointment."

"Are you sick?" Niki calls out in concern, "I can drive-"

"NO!" I call a bit too loudly. I pull back from Dream, turning to the five people, sighing, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

I do not wait for their response and the bell rings, indicating the exit of the two of us.

We walk in a rush down the street in silence.

Dream, now towering over me like an insane person with a muscular build and extremely long legs, looks upon me with an unamused look.

I look up at him with a vengeance, completely annoyed by his antics, "what the heck is wrong with you?!"

Dream's face tenses. He looks away like an angry child.

"Lord Morpheus?!" I call out rather loudly and mockingly.

Dream turns to me, muttering, "do not regard me like that."

I grunt, stopping in my tracks, holding the box by my chest as I grind my teeth at him.

Dream turns to me, lips parting as he huffs.

I raise my brows and shake my head, "well?"

"They were too familiar with you."

I roll my eyes, continuing to walk, not at all waiting for him.

He scowls, walking after me, "do not disregard me."

"I'm not disregarding you!" I exclaim, "I'm just not allowing myself to blow up in the middle of the street, because I will."

"They were touching you! And regarding you as if you belonged to them!"

"And do I belong to you?" I snap, turning my heel, looking up to him.

Dream knits his brows, leaning down quickly towards my face. His hot breath hits me as he whispers, "everything that you are belongs to me," he steps forward, pressing into the box in between us, "every breath, every heartbeat, every thought of your is mine," he captures my face into his hand, "just as everything that I am is at the mercy of your fingertips."

A shiver runs down my spine, "Dream-"

"Make no more room for your heart, if not for me, my dear."

I raise my brows at his sentiment, "that's messed up."

"I don't care."

"Dream-"

He grabs the box in between us and presses his forehead onto mine, "let us continue this discussion when we are not in the middle of the street," he takes my hand, "lest I blow up."

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mattsturniololoverr · 5 months

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~The after party~

A/n: guys this is my first fic please correct me on anything wrong and request ideas!Summary: y/n finally meets the triplets a week before her best friends birthday party , let's say alot happens.....

Warnings: a series - definitely smut in the next-chapter -drinking - smoking - m/f receiving - Dom!Matt - p in V - unprotected sex - degradation - praising - use of y/n - getting caught

pt2 pt3

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I was getting ready for my best friend Laney's 21st birthday. I didn't really know anyone except Laney and a couple other people , but it was mainly an influencer get together cos nearly everyone going had at least 1 mill on YouTube or tiktok or something at this point.

All I knew was that the triplets would be there and what can I say , they're hot and they know it. I've only collabed with a few people once or twice and with the triplets once and let's say it went quite well. Well I would say so....

*- Last week -*-

I was sat at my desk putting on the last finishing touches of my make-up. Then suddenly my phone bussed and bussed and bussed until I answered.

"Hello?..."

"Hey! It's me nick I got your number of Laney! Hope you don't mind , I should have texted you first but just wanted to ask if you wanted to come round sometime you seem fun!!!!!"

"Omg nick you scared me I thought this was some random freak! but yeah of course I would love to come round some time!"

"Okay girly sorry for scaring you *he laughs* , is tomorrow okay I could get Matt to come get you?"

"Yeah! Okay that sounds good , should we say 2pm???"

"Yeah! That's perfe- CHRIS SHUT UP. I am so sorry Chris ran out of Pepsi I'll see you tomorrow bye girl!"

"Byee!!"

Once he hung up , I texted Laney straight away.

Me: LANEYNICK RUNG SAYING HE WANTS ME TO COME OVER TOMORROW AT 2

Me: LANEY ANSWER RN

My wife🤍: WHAT OMGG YESSSS

My wife🤍: maybe you'll actually get recognised on YouTube now 🙄🙄🙄 BUT YAY

Me: IKKK AAHHHHH

I was so excited to meet them , especially Matt. Ever since I started watching their videos when they started all the way back in 2020 which is crazy , It feels like I've known them for years but realistically I know them they just don't know me.

It feels weird to say that but it's true and I feel so excited that I'm actually going to be meeting them! And of course I'm excited I'm meeting them all but I just have a thing for Matt , well I mean who wouldn't look at the man he's stunning.

-*- tomorrow -*-

I slowly opened my eyes to the blaring sound of my alarm , I had to set off extremely early because otherwise I would be waking up at 7pm. And of course I can't be late with meeting them that would be so embarrassing , so instead I woke up 7 hours earlier than I needed to so I have extra time to be prepared , who knows what's gonna happen. ( Little does she know a lot is gonna happen )

-*- 2 hours later -*-

Ive just finished in the shower I used my favourite shampoo to make my hair look shiny and blonde and my strawberry body wash. After I felt fresh and clean , I realised that I had taken 2 hours in the shower which was longer than I thought but that's okay because I have another 5 hours left. I sat down and tied my hair in a towel and started doing my skin care , I was just about to put on my toner until my phone bused.

Nick💜: is it okay if Matt picks you up in like an hour?? Chris decided we all need to go mini golfing. It was his idea not mine don't blame me 😭.

Me: that's okay haha and yeah that's fine I'll be ready in an hour!

I had an hour to get ready and I didn't know if I was gonna make it. I had to skip half of my skin care and get straight to my makeup with my primer and then foundation and then the rest. I had just about finished my makeup now just drying my hair but I looked at the clock behind me on my wall above my mirror to find that I only had 15 minutes left until Matt was here , and I didn't have time to dry and curl my hair , I haven't even picked out my outfit!?

I rushed with drying my hair so much that I forgot to buy anti frizz spray so I quickly sprayed it on hoping it would work.

.5 minutes left okay that's not too bad , I nearly tour my whole wardrobe apart trying to find the perfect outfit , I had found out a blue Bandana type tube top and some baggy black jeans and my converse and I had my silver Vivienne Westwood earrings in and my silver horse necklace what my dad gave me before he moved states.

Once I put on my outfit and the finishing touches my phone rang , it was Matt , well I presumed it was since it was bang on 11 o'clock and an unknown number.

"Hey it's Matt , nick gave me your number and I think I'm outside"

"If it has a white door then yes that's my house lol its in-between to house with black doors"

"Oh shi- wrong house hold on"

I could hear Matt drop the phone and the car reversing.

"Ok now I'm here"

"Okay I'm on my way"

Once I hung up I opened my door to Matt outside greeting me with a hug.

"Hi sorry about being really early It was Chris's fault".

He said with a small hue of pink in his cheeks.

"Haha don't worry about it , I love mini golf anyway" i smiled at him.

He started heading to the passenger door and opened with the kind words of

"lady's first".

I gave him a smile and couldn't help but blush that the boy I have been crushing over for 4 years is opening the door for me.

During the car ride Matt seemed stressed , I could see him fiddling with his rings every time we stopped at a red light. I didn't realise but I was also really nervous , so nervous I started playing with the horse on my necklace.

He seemed to pick up on it maybe 5-10 minutes into the drive to get nick and Chris.

"If you're nervous , me too I hate when nick just asks people to Collab without asking me and Chris , I think he knows I'll love it once I get to know the person but it would be nice to ask you know" he said with slight anger in his voice."I didn't mean that I don't want you here cos I do- but not in that wa- unless you want it to be- I'm gonna stop now" he said cutting himself off after a couple words.

"Matt it's okay I'm nervous too , I've been watching your guys videos since you started , it feels like I'm meeting someone like Justin Bieber right now like a full on celebrity" he chuckles at the end of my sentence.

"Hey we have the same necklace" I said trying to change the awkwardness as I turned my head towards him.He looked to the right to see what we did.

"Ha I didn't realise , I got this from my mom".

"Mines from my dad before he moved states".

The only difference with our necklaces was that the horses were facing opposite ways to each other.

-*-time skip-*-

It's been a couple hours since we all got home from mini golfing , let me just say Chris is a very sore loser , I think Matt won then nick , then me and lastly chris.

We were all sat together on the couch , watching ru Paul as me and nick loved it.

Only Chris and Matt were on the phone.I was starting to move around cos I was sitting in an uncomfortable position but Matt's phone flew out his hand when I accidentally knocked his arm.

"I'm so sorry!"

I whispered in embarrassment as I picked his phone up only to see him on my Instagram and all my pictures were liked. I turned my head towards him only to find him looking right back at me with the most red cheeks I've ever seen. Once we made contact he looked at the floor immediately.I slid his phone back to him on the couch , and sat back in my seat trying to forget what just happened.

-*- 1 hour later -*-

My mind was racing , what if Matt liked me or was he just being a nice friend? No? Yes? I don't even know anymore.

I tried everything I could to stop thinking about it but now could I until I got a message

Matt: come to my room after? We need to speak.

I just looked at him and turned back to my phone and nodded trying not to make it to obvious to his brother what was going on.I was just thinking about what's gonna happen before nick interrupted

"Chris I'm hungry let's go get food , Matt show y/n around the house properly shes only seen the living room for Christ sake"

Once nick and Chris left Matt stood up almost immediately. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to his room and slammed the door behind me.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to happen like this".

#nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

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ghostedeabha · 1 year

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omg more trans masc x penelope!! That other request was so cute😭

absolutely, have some pure fluff.

double date with morgan and savannah !!

penelope garcia x transmasc!reader

word count: 410

warnings: none, just pure, sugary, tooth rotting fluff. cishet people /j

a/n: trans masc!reader who's love language is cooking anyone?? my love language is cooking this is so so self indulgent :(( i'm sorry this is so short, i lost motivation like halfway through but i still really wanted to finish it so i hope i was able to do an okay job

a/n 2.0: also i'd like to mention i am not a person of colour (i am so pale you can probably see through me tbh) so i hope i wrote what "blushing" would be in a neutral way for any readers who may be POC, if it's incorrect please let me know so i can correct it as i want my works to be as inclusive as possible and i am always open to constructive criticism :))

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"(name), it smells absolutely amazing. i need you to teach me this recipe sometime." savannah says from behind you.

currently she, your girlfriend penelope, and your mutual friend and co-worker (and savannah's boyfriend) derek, were sitting at the island in your kitchen.

"i'd be happy to! if you'd like i can write it down for you after dinner and you can call me when you make it if you need any advice or help." you replied with a smile, tossing the pasta in the warm pan.

"i'd love that." savannah replies with a smile, taking a sip of her wine.

you were having your monthly double date with derek and savannah, something penelope insisted upon, she loved spending time with all the people she cared about and what a better way to spend time with her boyfriend and her best friend than to have a double date once a month?

it was you guys' turn to host, deciding on a nice, chill dinner in your shared apartment. you had offered to cook, something you loved to do. there was just something so... right and relaxing, about cooking for others. something you had always enjoyed doing.

you plated up the pasta you had made, serving it to the other three with a large smile on your face, sitting down next to penelope. "bon appétit!"

"gosh, baby this looks amazing." penelope says, kissing your cheek as you sit down.

"thank you, penny." you reply, face heating up a little as you smile. "please dig in guys, i hope you all like it."

the dinner was delicious, lots of work talk coming from al of you as you ate. it was interesting to hear work stories from savannah seeing as she was in a completely different profession than you, penelope and derek.

derek and savannah had even brought over some dessert, some cupcakes savannah had baked herself that were absolutely delicious. savannah promised to teach you the recipe in exchange forthr pasta recipe.

over all, it was yet another successful double date with derek and savannah, leaving you and penelope with big smiles on your faces when you settled in for the night.

arms and legs tangled together as you both laid in bed, you knew penelope was likely already planning the next double date in her mind as she began to drift off into sleep.

of course she didn't fall into slumber before whispering a quiet, 'i love you' to you first.

#penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia x transmasc!reader #penelope garcia fluff #penelope garcia x reader fluff #penelope garcia x transmasc!reader fluff #ghostedéabha #éabha writes #éabha's 💌#ghostedéabha: penelope garcia #awnie's amazing nonnies💞

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moonknightismyhero · 2 years

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Omg…. Omg… Omg forgive me father for my actions. I have to write my prompt. The nun Reader and priest Steven one. He may be a little ooc but it’s good that way I think. And it’ll be pure sin.

Enjoy! ❤️

May I have your attention please!

Prompt: Reader is a nun helping out the local priest! But her mind wanders to somewhere unholy, that even the Father himself cannot forgive.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (You)

Warnings: none, kissing is a warning?, I dunno, some touching, but not too much, sexual thoughts, blowjob (not reader giving, male receiving),dirty talk

Forgive me Father…

Part 1

You became a nun many years ago. No evil could touch your innocent soul, well you just though.

“Sister (y/n)?” Grabbed into your hand another one of nun and you smiled at her.

“Sister. Something tells me that you’re not here only to chat, am I right?” You said and she just nodded and said to you that follow her to the garden of the chapel. There were four benches there and you and your companion sat down on one of them. Sister just sighed and gave you an envelope with your full name written on it. You knew that it’s something important.

“Mother said that I have to give it to you. We have a new priest in town. And I think it’s something about helping him fitting in until he’s comfortable in here.” She said and you simply nodded and opened the envelope.

Dear, Sister (y/n),

I inform you that you’ll be helping the new priest to fit in, helping him in whatever he needs. I choose you because I know that you’re perfect for the “job”. His name’s Father Steven Grant. I hope you’ll get along with him working together in the home of God and Jesus Christ.

You’ll meet him Sunday morning at the church. You perform the holy mass with him, and after you tell him everything he has to know.

Farewell,

Mother Miranda.

You just sighed and corrects your headscarf and folded the letter back into the envelope.

“You were right Sister. You always are.”

“I know. Good luck with the new priest.” She said and excused herself and left you sitting on the bench all by yourself. You groaned in disappointment.

“I guess I have another one to train. May Jesus be at my side. Amen.” You prayed and went back to the dorm of yours but when you wanted to step you collided with someone. You lost your balance but the other person grabbed you by your waist and prevented the fall.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so clumsy today. Forgive me.” You said and when you looked up a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“I’m must be the one who say sorry Sister.” He said and a blush creeped up on his beautiful face. ‘Beautiful?! What the heck! You’re a nun (y/n).’ You stood up and he let you go. It was so awkward.

“It’s okay. You must be Father Steven.”

“Y…yes. I’m the new priest here. I got a letter from Mother Miranda that I have to come here to discuss important matters with her.” He said and scratched the back of his neck.

“She’ll be in her office Father. If you want I can show you where’s the office.”

“Only if you really want to. I don’t wanna rob your precious time Sister.” He said

“You can call me (y/n), Father.”

“I mustn’t call you that. It’s not appropriate.”

“Well….. between us is it. Call me (y/n).”

“Okay….. (y/n). The you shall call me Steven. My lady.” He said and bowed a little. It made you blush a little. He moved something within you that you though that disappeared a long ago. It was desire maybe.

“Hmm…. Steven.”

“Yes… that’s me.” He smiled and moved his arm up.

“After you (y/n).” He smiled down at you.

“Thank you Steven.” You said and began the journey to Mother Miranda’s office. Once you reached it you knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Heard Mother Miranda’s voice from the other side you opened the door and stood before the desk where she was seated.

“Sister (y/n). I’m glad you came. You’re always welcome here. Did you get my letter? About the new priest?” She asked and smiled when he noticed Steven was standing in the doorway. He looked at you and you looked at him.

“Ah… Father Steven. What a pleasure to have you here in the home of our Saviour. Please do come in.” She smiled and he closed the door behind him as he stepped closer to you. “You may take a seat. Both of you.” She gestured to the two chairs that were located in front of her desk. You and Steven took a seat and listened to what Mother Miranda wants to say to the both of you.

“Father Steven. As you know, you’ll need a helping hand since you’re just only started your job as a priest. That’s why our lovely Sister’s here. She’ll accompany you this time as long as you master your skills as a proper priest. You’ll start at Sunday morning. She’ll help you with the holy mass and the communion and she’ll be there all along the ceremony.” She stated and you felt that Steven looked at you from time to time. It made you nervous. No man managed to feel you this way. Maybe he’s a bad influence.

“I’m glad that I don’t have to do this alone. Mother. And I want to thank you for your hospitality. I’m sure Sister (y/n)ll teach me everything I need to know.” He looked at you and slightly licked his lower lip. You almost choked on your own saliva.

“Are you all right? Please drink some water.” Mother said and you wanted to pour yourself some water but Steven were faster and he poured you. Handed it to you, you were sure he touched your hand a little on purpose. It had an affect on you. Possibly. He looked so good damn father.

“Thank you Father.” You said and take a big gulp of the fresh water. It was mid august and the weather was rather hot, just like Father Steven.

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyway. You’re more than welcome to join our feast today. You can stay with us. And even sleep in one of the dorms as Sister Lupita’s currently away. Sister (y/n)’ll show you the way. I’m sure you already have questions Father. She’ll help you all figure it out.”

“I’m honoured Mother.” He said and smiled a little bit. It made your heart melt.

You’re mouth went agape as you caught Steven and one of the nuns in the dorm where he’s currently staying. You only saw a glimpse of what happened there, she was in front of him, kneeled and moved her head on and off of his cock. Steven’s lips spread and tiny moans filled the dorm room. And you watched them. He was close, so close and you didn’t even go away. No…. You wanted to see what’ll happen.

“Fuck….yeah. C’mon you whore. Suck me like you mean it.” He commanded and she bobbed hear head up and down harder. His breathing was rapid and he was close to coming. He laid his head down on the wall and moaned. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. You felt yourself get wet. You knew that feeling to well. At the moment you laid eyes on him you knew that you’re a sinner. And what was your sin? Desire? Lust? You cannot tell. And you watched your hand slowly slipped into your robe and into your panties.

“Oh… Steven.” You felt how wet you were. And only for him. You circled your clit and your legs wobbled a little. Closing your eyes you bit your bottom lip and imagined that it was him who made you feel good. You knew about the sexual pleasures, and the ones that can make you feel good. You were sure a virgin but not so innocent. You knew you have to repent your sins after. Your thoughts were cut short when you heard his rather loud moan. You peered into the room and say that the nun was laying on the floor, exhausted. You saw his cock, glistened in cum. His dress shirt unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. He looked at the direction of the door and you quickly hide from his peering eyes. He let out a little laugh and you knew that you have to disappear. You slowly started to back away from the room and went straight into your room. You were alone, finally.

“If I did not see it, I cannot believe it. The nuns here aren’t the innocent types. God bless their souls. Amen.” You prayed and changed yourself into your pyjamas and went to sleep. On the other hand Steven knew that you’re watching him. He put up quite the show there. He sure did not enjoyed it cause it wasn’t you who blew him off. He was mesmerised by you when you two bumped into each other. You didn’t even know what’s await you in the future. He knows and he’ll sure enjoy it.

That’s it darlings! Part 1. I hope you liked it. Tell me if I should continue it.

Lators Gators XOXO

#steven grant one shot #steven grant #priest Steven Grant #x reader #smut #nuns #moon knight #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #Spotify

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axverelalol · 2 years

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Bowser x Fem!Reader Chapter 4

N/N = Nickname

if theres a text like this with ‘ then its thoughts and or quotation marks or something ok enjoy this probably short chapter

WARNING ⚠️ - chapter contains Cursing, arguing, Blood

Roma POV

‘Y/N Was taking too long..she should be here by now.. maybe i should go check on her..’ i was walking to- or floating to her so called ‘’room’’ i phased through her door and…saw her..Dead!?!? (maybe) that wasnt supposed to happen! i panicked imaging what bowser will think of this….unless…Felix.. nono he wouldnt do that…or i dont think he would…- but i turned into my human form and put the ‘Neckless’ on her so i can touch her and not phase through her, i know i hate her but…i cant let her die..even if im not supposed to..im doing it cause i care not because shes supposed to be alive…i’ll talk to Felix later..

after that

’Finally i got Y/N all patched up…now just- Felix-‘ i floated down the halls hoping i bump into Felix or something like that.

Felix POV

i was floating around thinking about if Y/N Was actually dead well, meh, she should be dead. i saw Roma rushing down the hall then bumped into me

“Oh hey R0mz!”

“Hey! do you uhm… know what happened to…Y/N…?”

“N0? What happened?” Obviously i had to lie. “I went to check on her since she took wayy too long though i know she takes atleast 30 minutes to get somewhere then when i saw her she was…-“

“She wasss?”

…

“on the floor bleeding and she almost died if i hadn’t came back…”

…

‘shit, i thought i killed her!’

“Felix?”

“M-my bad- atleast shes alright”

“Yeah well i gotta go make sure she’s awake so bye!”

“Cya.” Geez, Y/N Is more tougher than i last saw her..well gotta make sure she dies……

Y/N POV

I Woke up with a terrible headache and that sharp pain in my back is killing me…wait…..”IM ALIVE!?!??!?” “YES!!!” then my back started hurting then the headache worsened then i whimpered a bit in pain but the one thought is…who? who tried to…no no stop thinking it was him Y/N!! but…he wouldn’t.. do that…right..?- Felix would never harm me…. right..?- then i saw a familiar circle…. “Roma..?” “Correct!”

…

“Explain. Now.”

“what…”

“Exfuckingplain Roma. WHY THE HELL WERE YOU IGNORING ME?!?!?”

“Im sorry..i was hurt and i wasnt supposed too…”

“That doesnt explain ALL of this. Where are the others? WHY WAS FELIX THERE WHEN I ALMOST DIED? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!?! why werent you there…for..everything…..”

…

“N/N…im sorry..i truely am…but i have to go….”

“NO.” I grabbed on Roma tight. since i still had the neckless on still.. “Y/N WHAT THE HELL?”

“YOUR STAYING. IM NOT HAVING YOU LEAVE ME HERE ALONE AGAIN. I DONT CARE IF YOU CAN’T STAY. YOUR. FUCKING. STAYING ROMA. THERES NO CHANGING THAT.”

“Y/N STOP, PLEASE! LISTEN TO ME-”

“no. you. listen. to. me.”

…

“Im sick of your bullshit. just tell me WHY YOU LEFT? WHY DIDNT YOU VISIT AND OR TALKED TOO ME!? AND WHY DID YOU-“

“BECAUSE YOU LEFT. YOU LEFT ME ALONE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE, AND YOU NEVER MENTIONED YOU LEFT EVEN FELIX WAS HURT, YOU BETRAYED HIM SO MANY TIMES AND I HAVE NO IDEA IF HE TRIED TO KILL YOU BUT IF HE DID WE WOULDNT BE HAVING THIS ARGUMENT RIGHT NOW, NOW JUST LEAVE US ALONE!” and with that said..Roma left…i cant believe that i did that…they have the right to hate me..i slowly left the room facing down then it came back to me..’god dammit! did they forget about it aswell?!?’ i rushed down the hall looking for the Dinning room from..earlier?..i dont know anymore, everything is just going wayy too fast but..i dont get it?.. why are they Soo mad? its only been four years? god those idiots but in a good way…i think?- forgetting i was running down the halls i ran into a familiar figure..Fred….? then i tripped and fell face first and my nose started bleeding “OMG!! N/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT??” hell no. that isnt fred…. “Fred..?” “The one and only!” “FRED!” i hugged him tightly not wanting to let go (btw the idiots aka Roma, Felix and Fred are boos) “Alright Alright, save the hugs for later! now…WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU DUMBFUCKINGASS?!?!?!?”

“SOMEWHERE, WHY DO YOU CARE ITS ONLY BEEN FOUR YEARS!?”

…

“N/N…its been 17 years…are you..okay..?”

…

“no no, it hasn’t been 17 years..This is a joke..right?..”

“Theres no joke N/N…”

…

was i really..in a coma and stayed away for that long…? was everything even real..? is this….real?.. “N/N Please..where were you..? you can tell me..we’ve been friends longer than roma and felix tho your closer to roma but still….please?..”

Inhales……………….

“OKMAYBEILEFTWITHOUTSAYINGGOODBYEBECAUSEITHURTTOOMUCHANDIGOTINTOACARACCIDENTBACKINBROOKLYNANDWASINACOMAFORPROBABLY4YEARSOR3YEARSANDTHERESTIDKPROBABLYPEACHANDTHEOTHERIDIOTSILOSTTRACKOFTIMEANDTHEYEARSSINCEIWASBUSYWITHTHEMIMSOSOSOSOOOOSORRY”

…

“N/N…I Dont blame you..i dont know how those two could hate you but hey! i can keep a secret..<3”

wow…it is really Fred and he actually cares about me still.. “Thanks Fredders..i dont know what i would do without you..” i hugged him tightly. “Of course..”

Short chapter yayyaaaa

#bowser #bowser x reader #x fem!reader #super mario bros #super mario

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viking-raider · 2 years

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SWIPE - PART THREE

Summary: You and Henry spend some quality time together, making you realize how strongly he's come to feel for you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Pervious: I / II

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Sassy!Reader, Language, Anxiety, Cuddling, Playful Banter, Warhammer Mention, Kal Adorable-ness

Inspiration: Something I read.

Author’s Note: Takes please before Sand Castle! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You: OMG, you did not change my contact name in your phone to Ducky, with an emoji!

Henry: You're damn right I did, my little Ducky!

“Oh, I can play that game too, Cavill.” You huffed at your phone, pulling up your contacts and changed Henry's name to a puppy emoji.

You: What now!?

Henry: Aw, it looks like Kal!

“Ugh!” You laughed, dropping back in your office chair. “This man is a menace.” You said to your stomach, grinning.

“Are you supposed to be on your phone, during work hours?” Craig's voice said behind you.

You rolled your eyes. “I don't know, ask yourself that the next time you get angry you lost a level of Candy Crush.” You retorted, looking at him over your shoulder. “What do you want?” You hissed, knowing he wasn't over at your desk only to rag on you for being on your phone.

“Have you finished the report on Garcia v. Duncan?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest. “It's due by tomorrow morning.”

“I'm not and I am aware of the deadline.” You replied, the report was in fact laid out on your desk and computer at that moment. “Mr. Donovan will have it, when I come into the office, bright and early tomorrow morning, before he goes into the courtroom at two, that afternoon.” You told him, coolly.

Craig blinked at you, his crossed arms relaxing a fraction. “You know what time his case starts?”

“Of course, I do.” You answered, turning to face him. “It's my job to know those things, so the job runs as smoothly as possible and that he wins his case, without any technicalities. Not stand around or going about the office, like I'm the fucking Red Baron.” You said, with a sharp edge in your voice. “Tell me, Craig. How is your case, the Kiener v. Garven? I heard that the deadline has been cut short three times already and you've received new evidence that neither side was aware of.” You said, lifting a brow at him.

“Sounds pretty tight for a case that's supposed to be closed a month ago.”

You watched Craig's face change, like watching a pot of water begin to boil over on a stove. You didn't know what had come over you, that you back-mouthed your boss, but you had enough of him picking on you, especially when you were doing your job and doing it well, better than he was doing his own job. Craig looked like he was about to blow his top at you, but instead turned on his heels and stormed off, back to his little corner of the office.

“God give me strength.” You mumbled to yourself, going back to your work.

Henry got off the plane with Kal and made his way through the crowd, towards the baggage claim, but something in the crowd caught his attention, and he instantly smiled. “Looks like we have a welcoming party, Bear.” He said, approaching you.

“What are you doing here, Ducky?”

“I'm here to greet you, Puppy.” You smiled back at him and pat Kal on top of the head. “Excuse me, Puppies.” You corrected yourself, looking down at Kal. “I missed you a lot and I knew you'd probably be taking a cab home.”

“So, I came to pick you up instead.”

“Aw, we're touched.” Henry smiled, shifting on his feet. “Just let me grab my bag.”

“Of course.” You nodded, holding your hand out for Kal's leash, in offer.

Nodding, Henry handed you Kal's leash and headed over to baggage claim, grabbed his suitcase and headed towards the exit with you, unaware of a certain person's attention as you went.

“I missed you.” Henry said, as you drove to his place.

You smiled over at Henry, then giggled as Kal stuck his head between the front seats and licked your face. “I missed you too, Henry.” You said, giving Kal a kiss.

“How's the baby?” He asked, watching the bumps through the fabric of your shirt and gave them a gentle rub, having special permission to touch your belly whenever.

“Killing me.” You sighed, resting your hand over his. “I haven't found a comfortable position to sit in for days, especially at work.”

“Back pain?” Henry frowned, feeling bad.

“To say the least.” You replied, shifting in your seat as your hips screamed.

“Stay with me.” Henry blurted out, as you pulled into the driveway of his mews.

“What?” You squeaked, caught off guard.

“Stay over with me.” He repeated himself, biting his lip. “Just for tonight.” He added, quickly.

“Ghost.” You blurted out. “He'll go crazy if I leave him alone that long.”

“We'll go get him.” Henry said, fully committing to his spontaneous idea.

You stared over at Henry, mouth hanging open, before you put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Henry grinned, giddy at the thought of spending the night with you at his place, you had only been over to his place a couple of times, he had made you dinner and you watched his favorite movie, Gladiator, that you had scandalously confessed you had never seen before. Then, Henry drove you back home, when it grew late and you had yawned a few too many times. But, tonight, you'd be staying all night and he couldn't wait, going through a mental list of things he could potentially make for dinner and something the two of you could do as an activity.

Making it to your flat building, you went up, packed a little overnight bag, since you did have to go into work in the morning, then took Ghost down to the car. Kal greeted Ghost excitedly, his tail swishing against his back, while Ghost's beat against the backseat and the window, as they sniffed all over each other.

“Hey, bud!” Henry grinned, turning in the passenger seat and reached into the back to give the Northern Inuit love and scratches. “How are you doing, big man?” He chuckled, as Ghost swiped at his face with his tongue. “I missed you too.”

Returning to Henry's place and getting the whole gang inside, you sighed, as you stretched on Henry's couch, letting your head fall back against the cushions and your eyes shut. Henry smiled at you, before grabbing a small, throw pillow at the other end of the couch and situated it on the coffee table, then gently wrapped his arm around your calves, to lift your legs and rest your feet on the pillow.

You cracked an eye open at him, as he gently tugged your slip-on shoes off your swollen feet, then gave you a cheeky wink. “You spoil me, Cavill.” You murmured, closing your eyes again.

“It makes me happy.” He whispered back, bracing his arm on the back of the couch, to press his lips to your forehead. “And you two need to rest.” He added, cocking an eyebrow at your belly. “I'm going to put my stuff away, then shower real quick.” He told you, finding the remote to the tv and set it on the couch next to you. “If you need anything, you know where the kitchen and bathroom are.” He said, kissing your forehead once more, before taking his bags to the bedroom.

You relaxed on the couch for a few more moments, before opening your eyes and picking up the remote, turning the tv on, starting to surf for anything to watch, and grinned when both Ghost and Kal joined on each side of you.

Henry came back into the living room an hour later, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and his famous blue tank top, his dark curls damp. He stood beside the couch, looking down at the three of you, hands held out, and looking incredulous.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” He asked, looking up at you, both hurt and looking for help, like you would make one of the boys move to make space for him.

“Um...” You giggled, looking between Kal and Ghost, then back up at Henry. “Did you make a reservation?” You quipped, before cracking up.

“Hm.” Henry growled, huffing, turning on his heels and disappeared into the kitchen.

Beside you, both Kal and Ghost suddenly perked up, their already erect ears twitching at a sound you couldn't hear yourself, but you suspected what it was Henry was rustling around with. They both bolted off the couch and made a mad dash for the kitchen, followed by a victorious 'ha' from Henry, who came rushing out of the kitchen and dropped himself onto the couch, where Kal had been.

“No dog can resist a blueberry and peanut butter biscuit.” He said, triumphantly nodding at you.

“Smooth, Puppy. Very smooth.” You smirked at him, resting your shoulder against his.

“Thank you.” He replied, putting his arm around you. “I wanted the best seat in the house.” He said, smiling at you, softly.

“Should I leave you two alone then?” You asked, motioning to your belly.

Henry laughed aloud and kissed your cheek. “Then, it would only be half the best seat in the house.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” You sighed, wiping fake sweat from your forehead.

“Are you looking for anything specific for dinner?” Henry asked, looking up at the tv.

“You always ask me that.” You replied, frowning at him. “We always eat what I want. What do you want?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

Henry bit his lip as he thought about it. “I've wanted to try cooking homemade pizza in my Egg Grill.” He finally answered, looking down at you.

“Ooo, that does sound very good.” You concurred with him.

“Pizza it is then!” He smiled, hugging you closer to him.

You and Henry watched the show you had found for a little bit longer, before he got up and started searching his kitchen to make sure he had all the ingredients he needed to make the pizza, discovering he didn't have dry yeast.

“I need to make a quick run to the store.” He told you, standing behind the couch. “I don't have any yeast for the dough. Do you need anything?”

“Nope!” You shook your head, looking back at him. “Just be safe.”

“Promise.” He nodded, kissing the top of your head and headed out.

You got up from the couch and padded into the kitchen, the cool tiles feeling wonderful on your sore feet as you pushed up on your toes to grab a glass out of Henry's cabinet, turning towards his refrigerator to got ice and water out of the dispenser in the door. “You know I'm surprised your dad doesn't have his Rosemary Water pumped into this thing.” You chuckled at Kal, as you went back to the couch.

“I'm back!” Henry called out, coming through the door.

“Welcome back!” You greeted him back, smiling up at him as he stopped by the couch.

“I see I've been replaced again.” He commented, seeing Kal and Ghost cuddled on the couch with you again.

“Never, just keep me safe till you come back home.” You chuckled, patting both dogs on the head.

Henry's heart flipped, thinking about coming home to the four of you. “I'll get the dough started, it's going to take a little while for it to rise, once I get it all mixed together.”

“You want some help?” You asked, scooting to the edge of the couch.

“Nope, you sit your butt right there and relax.” He told you, shaking his head and headed into the kitchen, but returned a few minute later with a steaming cup. “Me amour.” He smiled, setting the mug down on a coaster in front of you.

You smiled shyly at Henry, recognizing the smell of your Ginger tea. “You had Ginger Tea laying about?” You asked, picking up the cup and taking a sip of it, finding it was just as you liked it.

“I didn't.” Henry confessed, blushing. “But while I was at the store, I remembered your stomach gets upset most times after you eat, and it did the last time you had dinner over here, and that your tea really helps prevent that, so I picked up a box for you.” He explained, his blue eyes tender.

“Well, merci beaucoup.” You replied, nodding your head at him, appreciatively.

Henry smiled at you, before going back into the kitchen and started work on the pizza dough. He looked up as you came into the kitchen, your teacup clutched in both hands. “You're supposed to be relaxing.” He said, lifting a brow at you.

“I am.” You smirked, slipping onto a bar stool situated at the island Henry was working at. “But, I'm in the living room and you're in here. How are we supposed to talk, if we're in two different rooms?” You asked, lifting both your brows at him.

“Touche.” He chuckled, then slid his phone across the counter to you. “You want to read the measurements and instructions out to me?” He asked, with a soft smile.

You set your cup aside and picked up his phone. “Let's see. First thing is nine hundred and fifty milliliters of flour.” You read off the top of the list.

Nodding his head, Henry opened the container of flour he had and measured out the fine, white powder into the large, mixing bowl in front of him. “Next?”

“Five milliliters of sugar, followed by an envelope of yeast and ten milliliters of salt.” You read off to him, and watched him carefully add each of the ingredients to the bowl with the flour. “Then, you have to start mixing.”

“All right.” Henry replied, slotting the bowl into the stand mixer. “Is there a specific speed I'm supposed to put it on?”

“Doesn't say.” You answered, shaking your head as you carefully skimmed through the instructions.

“I'll keep it on low at first, then slowly increase it.” He said, studying the mixer.

“Probably a good idea, don't want it to snow flour in the kitchen.” You chuckled, amused. “Says to slowly add three hundred and fifty milliliters of water, that's forty-three degrees celsius, with thirty milliliters of olive oil.” You looked across at him, setting his phone down.

“That's easy enough.” Henry replied, turning around and filling the measuring cup with an appropriate amount of water. “In a drawer behind you, is a thermometer, could you grab it for me?” He asked, placing the cup in the microwave and turning it on for three minutes, hoping it was long enough to heat the water up to the correct temperature.

You twisted around in the stool and reached out for the drawer, fishing around inside of it until you found what you were looking for and turned back around, handing the food-grade thermometer out to Henry.

“Now, what do you want on your pizza?” Henry asked, as he greased the inside of a large bowl with some olive oil, to kill time until the microwave finished.

“I don't know.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders. “What are my options?”

“Cheese, obviously.” He laughed, setting the bowl down. “I got pepperonis, meatballs, veggies...”

“If you put broccoli on your pizza, I will disown you!” You said, sternly.

“I would never!” Henry replied, outraged at the idea, removing the measuring cup from the microwave and dripped the probe of the thermometer into it. “That's close enough.” He said, setting the thermometer aside and turned the mixer on.

“You have any bacon?” You asked, frowning over at him.

Henry laughed out loud, nodding his head. “I do.”

“Pepperoni and bacon with some spinach.” You said, licking your lips.

“That's a strange combination.” Henry frowned at you, but chuckled, as he slowly added the water into the mixer.

“I'm pregnant.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at him. “So, it sounds godly.”

Adding the olive oil in, Henry let the mixer do its job, forming the dough into a solid ball, before turning it off and transferring it into the greased bowl, then covering it with plastic wrap. “All right, now to let it rest for an hour.” He said, sliding it into a drawer beside his stove.

“You want to play a game, while we wait?” He asked, straightening up.

“What games do you have?” You asked, looking up at him with interest.

“Monopoly, Game of Thrones-themed chess, I have a deck of cards, or we can find something else.” He said, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Have you ever played Oregon Trail?” You asked, lifting your eyebrow at him.

“I haven't.” He replied, shaking his head.

You grinned at him, slipping off your stool and grabbing your cup. “Grab your gaming laptop, Superman!” You called out over your shoulder, heading back to the living room.

Henry did as you told him, grabbing his Razer laptop from his bedroom and settled on the couch with you, setting the laptop on the coffee table. “All right, what am I doing?” He asked, looking at you.

“Go to Oregon Trail Game dot com.” You told him, sipping your cool tea. “It's not a super flash game, like World of Warcraft, but I always get a kick out of Grandma falling out of the wagon or Timmy getting bitten by a snake.” You chuckled.

“Dear lord!” Henry laughed, finding the site and the, made in 1990, game menu. “This is an old game.” He commented, reading through it.

“That it is. With all the number commands, I suck at the hunting part of the game. But, maybe you'll be better at it, than I am.” You commented, leaning against him and looking at the screen.

“All right, let's hit the space-bar and get the game started.” Henry said, moving through the start menu. “Okay, we can be a banker, a carpenter or a farmer for the journey. Bankers give us more money and services than the other two, but we have to work harder. Makes sense, bankers are posh fuckers.” He said, making your snort.

“What do you think we should be?” He asked, looking at you.

“I'm usually a carpenter. But, what do you want to be?” You replied, staring back at him.

“Let's try a farmer.” He said, typing in the three command. “Who's the leader of our party?”

“Well, you're the one working the keyboard, so you are.” You reasoned.

“Okay.” He nodded, entering his own name.

“Now we need four other names for the rest of the party.” You said, pointing to the blank list.

“Well, obviously you're coming with me.” Henry said, entering your name in the number two slot.

“Kal and Ghost can come with us too.” You giggled, amused.

Henry typed in the dogs' names into three and four, then looked at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, before typing in, Baby. “There, now everyone's coming along.”

You smirked at him, shaking your head. “Now, when do we set off?” You hummed, biting your lip. “Let's leave in April.” You said, pointing to the month.

“Done.” Henry nodded, and leaned forward a little bit. “We have four hundred dollars for all of our supplies!”

“You have to remember, Puppy, this was the 1800's, four hundred dollars was a fortune back then.” You told him, chuckling at his outrage.

“Yeah, you're right.” He nodded, calming down, and continuing on. “All right, what do we need to buy for the journey?” He sighed, studying the list in front of him. “Oxen and clothing.”

“Yep, I can't remember what the max on oxen are, but it'll tell you.” You told him, biting your lip.

“Okay, Oxen first. There's two oxen per yoke and he suggests, at least, three and they're—fucking hell, forty bucks!” Henry roared, his mouth falling open at the price.

You busted out laughing, rocking back on the couch. “You make millions from your movies, and you're outraged by forty dollars. I love this!” You sobbed, your body shaking. “We're not even on the trail yet!”

“I'll get five.” He huffed, rolling his eyes and moved onto food rations. “Two hundred pounds for everyone, but with the way you eat, I should probably get triple that.”

“Watch it, Cavill.” You warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

Henry smirked at you, giving your cheek a quick kiss. “Three hundred might be okay. You said we can hunt.” He said, typing it in and moved onto clothing. “Says two for each person. So, there's five of us and that's ten, I'll get twelve, just in case.”

“Uh-oh, Hen. We only have four hundred bucks and we're at three hundred and eighty.” You smirked at him.

“I got this.” He said, waving his hand at you.

“All right, Mr. Gamer.” You chuckled, snorting at him.

“Oh shit, the spare parts are ten each!” Henry snapped, gasping.

“But, you got this!” You replied, teasing him.

“I do got this!” Henry answered, going back to the oxen screen and shifted the amount, then did the same with the food, clothing, ammunition and spare parts. “Ha, four hundred dollars on the dot!” He smiled at you, victoriously.

You held up your hands, grinning at him. “You're the leader of the wagon.” You giggled at him.

“That's right!” He chuckled, turning back to the game. “Let's go on a journey!” He said, hitting the space-bar and starting you all on the trail. “April 1, 1848.” Henry read aloud. “Weather is cool. Our health is good. Pace is steady and the rations are filling!” He said, then got the wagon going.

You and Henry watched the little pixelated wagon and ox move across the screen, a meter of distance, weather, health, food, the date and the next landmark down below it. But the wagon hadn't moved for two seconds, when it stopped and a message appeared on the screen.

“Oh no!” You gasped, reading it. “Kal's broken his leg!”

“My boy!” Henry yelled, outraged.

“At least he's still alive!” You replied, patting Henry on the leg. “Hey, we reached Superman country!” You declared, as the wagon stopped in Kansas.

Henry snorted, shaking his head. “Let's look around.” He said, then typed in, yes, only to discover you had reached a body of water. “We have to cross the river.” He frowned, reading the outline. “It's rather far across and deep.”

“Maybe we should ferry it.”

“We can't.” You smirked, trying not to giggle.

“Why not?” Henry replied, looking at you.

“Ferries cost money, good sir, and you spent all of it.” You reminded him, losing your battle, and chuckled at him.

“Fuck.” He snapped, carding a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. We'll ford it.”

“Here's to hoping we don't sink.” You commented, crossing your fingers.

“And we fucking sink!” Henry barked, his shoulders slumping.

“Losing almost all our clothing, forty-three bullets, one wagon axle and tongue and—oh no...” You puffed your bottom lip out and cast your eyes down to the floor. “Kal downed.” You cooed, heartbroken.

“This sucks!” Henry pouted, but still continued on, making you giggle.

“I'm still with you, Puppy.” You cooed, hugging your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Not another river!” Henry whined, his head hanging, as the wagon stopped again with another message.

“Try floating across it this time.” You said, still hugging him tighter.

Henry sighed, watching the wagon slowly move across the water, only to fall over. “Well, at least it was only bullets this time.”

“We're really low on food.” You commented, quietly. “Hit enter and try hunting.” You told him, nudging him gently.

Henry hit enter, pausing for a moment to look at the map and groaned, you weren't even a quarter of the way across to Oregon. “This is insane.” He commented, going back to the enter screen and picked the hunting option.

“This is so strange.” Henry said, looking at the practical stick-figure holding a stick rifle that spun when he used his arrow keys and pointed differently with his number keys, shooting out little white dots that were supposed to be the bullets.

“Look at that!” You smiled, watching him manage to shoot three buffalo. “Now we have more food!” You said, proudly.

“But, I only carried two hundred of the thousand pounds back to the wagon.” Henry replied, pressing his lips together.

“Food's food.” You replied, kissing his neck.

“Shit, you've been bitten by a snake.” He growled, scowling at the offending message.

“All well, it happens.” You shrugged, watching the screen.

“No!” Henry yelled, as the message about Ghost getting dysentery came up, then two seconds later the message that he died. “God damn it.” He sighed, watching the food meter run out. “We're going to starve.” He mumbled to himself, realizing there were no bullets left.

“You're going to be the last man standing.” You replied, offhandedly.

“Why do you say that?” He asked, turning his head to look at you with an expression that broke your heart, he looked so upset at the fictional thought of you and Baby starving, in a game.

“The leader of the wagon tends to be the last one to die, for some reason.” You answered, moving your hand up and gently rubbed the back of his head. “At least, that's been my experience.” You added, softly.

“Hm.” He hummed, low in his throat.

A minute later, a message appeared on the screen, announcing you had cholera, almost immediately followed by your death. You felt Henry's body tense beside you and gently nudged your nose against the side of his neck, you felt a small qualm in your stomach, seeing baby get a snake bite and knew what was coming, and suddenly felt you should have just suggested monopoly.

“It's just a game, Henry.” You whispered, looking at him, not even bothering to look at the screen.

Henry nodded his head and sighed, licking his lips as the game ended with his death, the last one to die, just like you said. He shifted beside you, his arm snaking around your legs to hug you closer to him as he sighed heavily, and gently pressed his forehead to yours. You rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his upper body, realizing just how attached to you and the baby Henry had become, especially the safety of you both, which warmed your heart. You both were quiet for a long while, enjoying your closeness, before Henry's eyes met yours for a moment and you tilted your head at him.

“Let's try it one more time.” He said, pulling away from you.

You blinked at him, caught off guard for a moment, sure he was about to kiss you, but shook it off. “You sure?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Yes!” He nodded, getting back to the start screen for the game. “We're going as a damn banker this time.” He growled, going through the motions of setting up the trip. “Oh, we getting sixteen hundred dollars this go around. But I'm making you leader this go around.” He said, typing your name in, followed by his, Ghost and Kal's.

“Hm.” He hummed, staring at the fifth spot on the list.

“Just make one up.” You told him, knowing his hesitation.

Nodding his head, Henry typed a name in.

“Aquillon?” You frowned at him.

“It's the name of a guy, known as the Emperor's Eyes, in Warhammer 40k.” Henry grinned, blushing. “It's part of Adeptus Custodes.” He explained, shyly.

You chuckled at him, amused. “I should have known.”

“Let's go on the trail in March.” Henry said, continuing on. “Five ox. Three hundred pounds of food. Fourteen pairs of clothing. Three of all the spare parts.” He mumbled to himself, going down the list of items, all totaling almost five hundred and thirty dollars. “I think that's okay.” He commented, glancing over at you.

“We'll find out.” You answered, nodding back at him.

Starting on the trail, you ended up with a blizzard and lost a day, then went on the wrong trail and lost four days, before finally making it to the first landmark. You moved along the trail, getting lost, losing Kal to downing again, the wagon got robbed during the night, having half of your food stolen. But soon you reached a grave site and Henry examined it, to discover it was his grave from the last game.

“Look! We made it farther that our last try!” He grinned at you, triumphantly.

“That we did, Puppy.” You smiled back at him, your fingertips tracing his spine. “Look, we're halfway!” You said, watching Henry bring up the map.

“Yeah, but we've lost Ghost to bad water.”

“You also keep getting dysentery.” You laughed, seeing the message for the third time, then gasped. “Henry, no!” You cried, as the messaged of his death from, shocker, dysentery popped up.

“Go on without me, my love! You're almost to Oregon!” He laughed, grinning at the screen.

A minute later the congratulations screen came up, as you made it to Willamette Valley, Oregon.

“It's literally only me and Aquillon with one wagon, fifteen oxen, which is over kill,” You laughed, grinning. “Four spare parts, eight pairs of clothing, two hundred and forty bullets, because we did zero hunting, two hundred and forty-three pounds of food and three hundred and seventy-one dollars.” You listed off all the supplies you had left at the end of the journey. “All of that gives us a total of eight hundred and one points for the game.” You giggled, thoroughly amused by the outcome.

“How the hell does that guy have seven thousand points!” Henry retorted, mouth dropping open at the leader board screen.

“Apparently, he knows da wae.” You joked, wheezing. “But hey! This is the first time I've made it all the way to Oregon!” You told him, hugging his arm. “You're a damn good banker. You suck as a farmer, though.” You teased him.

Henry chuckled, dropping his head forward to hide his blush. “Yeah, I'm pretty decent with money, not so much with toiling in the dirt.” He replied, before glancing at his watch. “But I need to check on the pizza dough.” He said, getting up and padding into the kitchen.

You followed after him, watching him pull the bowl out of the proving drawer and set it on the counter. The dough had risen nicely, so Henry lightly dusted his cutting board and turned the dough out onto it, divided it into two equal balls, then covered them with a clean tea towel and set a timer on his phone for ten minutes.

“Right, while we wait for the ten minutes, I'll get the Egg ready.” Henry smiled, heading out to his back deck.

Henry opened the large, green and egg-shaped grill, removing the inserts to fill the grill with charcoal, then put the rack back in with the pizza stone, so it would be ready for preheat. “You all right?” He asked, as he came back into the kitchen and found you bent over the kitchen counter, your forehead pressed to the cool wood.

“Mmhm.” You mumbled, arching your back downward with a soft moan.

“You don't seem like it.” He retorted, brow furrowing at you.

You sighed softly, looking at him from under your arm. “Just my back and hips, is all.”

Henry moved behind you, resting his palms on your hips and gently pressed his thumbs into the small of your back, starting to methodically work up and down your spine. You moaned, your eyes rolling into the back your head as Henry applied just the right amount of pressure and hit all the right spots, turning you into putty. Henry chuckled, feeling you melt under his palms, glad that he was bringing you some amount of relief and comfort from your pain.

“Better?” He cooed, massaging your hips.

“God mode.” You sighed, pressing your cheek to your forearms.

“Glad to be of service.” Henry laughed, kissing the back of your head. “Let's get these pizzas together.” He said, squeezing your hips and moved away, pulling out some ingredients for a quick pizza sauce. “This'll only take about ten minutes.” He said, pulling out a saucepan and set it on the stove.

“The suspense is killing us.” You teased, watching him add olive oil over medium heat, followed by crushed tomatoes, Italian seasoning, dried oregano leaves, basil and thyme, sea salt, freshly ground pepper and a dash of sugar with minced garlic.

“There we go! Now, to assemble these and fire them!” He smiled, carefully pouring the sauce into a bowl.

Using the still floured cutting board, Henry stretched both pizza dough into something that sort of resembled a circle, then put a thin layer of sauce on it, before grabbing the fresh mozzarella, cutting slices of it and layering them all over the pizzas, followed by the toppings you wanted on one of them, then the toppings he wanted on his.

“Onion, really?” You commented, watching him spread them out.

“It's not broccoli.” Henry smirked at you.

“Touche.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes, playfully. “They look good.” You smiled, nodding your head, approving.

“That they do.” Henry agreed, smiling across the island at you. “Any last minute adjustments?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow at you.

“Nope.” You shook your head, excited about the pizza.

“All right, let's get them get them baked then.” He said, picking up the cutting board and started towards the backyard again.

You slipped off the stool and followed after him, stepping onto the back deck as Henry set the pizzas on the shelf connected to the Egg, then opened its lid and lit the charcoal beneath it. Closing the lid again, so the grill would preheat, then glanced over at you and frowned.

“I'll be right back. Protect the pizza, Kal might try and steal them.” He chuckled, before going back inside for a moment and coming out with one of his hoodies. “Here, so you don't get cold.”

“Thanks.” You smirked, taking the dark blue garment from him and slipping it on, the soothing scent of Henry filling your nose as it settled around you.

You watched Henry check the thermometer on top of the grill's dome, opened the lid, releasing a rush of heat, then grabbed your pizza, wanting to feed you and the baby first, knowing you must be starving at this point, and situated it on the hot pizza stone, before shutting the lid again and set a timer.

“Here's to hoping these come out well.” He said, taking a seat beside you.

“I have all the faith in you.” You smiled at him, resting your shoulder against his.

“Oh, I forgot to take a photo of your pizza, before I put it in!” Henry gasped, slapping the heel of his palm to his forehead.

You laughed at him, shaking your head. “It'll be fine. You can still take one of yours, and take one of mine after it comes out.” You told him, patting his thigh.

“Yeah, true.” He nodded, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up his camera, then stood and snapped a couple angles of his pizza, before noticing he had a missed call from his manager, but brushed it off, not wanting to take his attention off of you and the great time the two of you were having.

“So, have you been thinking about names?” He asked, sitting back down next to you, pocketing his phone.

“I have.” You replied, with a soft sigh. “I've got a small list so far.” You told him, pulling out your own phone and pulled up a Google Document, before passing your phone over to Henry.

“Let's see what you have.” He smiled, skimming through the list. “Oliver, is a good name. Tristan. I like Gideon. Jason is really strong and solid.” He said, liking the names you had. “Skylar is unique.” He smiled, glance over at you, and handing your phone back.

“Kelly wanted me to add, Dane, to the list, because she's a fan of Dane Cook, the comedian.” You explained, taking your phone. “But all I could think of was kids at school and the playground making fun of him and calling him, Great Dane.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“Yeah, kids can be very cruel.” Henry agreed, a shiver running down his spine.

Henry's alarm went off and he opened the Egg, filling the air around you with the alluring scent of the pizza, making you moan and your mouth water, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you leaned forward, catching sight of the golden crust, bubbling and melted cheese, and caramelized bacon, your stomach rumbled and the baby kicked in anticipation. Henry slipped a pizza board underneath the pizza and gently lifted it, checking beneath it to make sure it was thoroughly cooked, before pulling it out and setting it back on the cutting board.

“It's a little more brown on the bottom.” He said, putting his in next.

“That's fine, as long as it's edible.”

“Definitely is!” Henry smiled, leaning over your steaming pizza and took a deep whiff of it.

“All that we care about then!” You grinned, rubbing your dancing belly.

“Oh, he's so excited to try my pizza!” Henry said, proudly, laying his hand on your stomach. “I'm flattered, little guy!” He beamed, rubbing whatever appendage pressed against his palm.

“Compliments to the cook.” You giggled, looking up at him.

With both pizzas cooked, you and Henry went back inside the mews, where Henry made you a fresh cup of Ginger tear, before you both settled on the couch together, finding something to watch on the tv, while munching on your food.

“You out did yourself, Hen.” You moaned, nodding your head as you ate your bite of pizza. “This is perfect.” You told him, finding it was just the right proportion of crust, sauce and toppings. “How's yours?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Other than being maybe in a minute or two longer than needed,” He answered, inspecting the half-eaten slice in his hand. “It's pretty delicious. So, I'd say we nailed dinner.” He smiled, proud of the teamwork and outcome.

“I quite agree.” You smiled, taking another bite.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” You asked, after helping Henry wash the dishes.

“Absolutely not!” He replied, putting the last plate on the dry rack. “Let me get a towel for you.” He said, moving around you and to the linen closet in the hallway outside his bedroom, taking out his fluffiest towel and set it on the bathroom counter, then stood there for a moment, tapping his foot, then turned and went into his walk-in closet, pulling one of his shirts off of the hanger and added it with the towel.

“That's a stupid idea.” He mumbled to himself, reaching out to grab it.

“You in there, this little person has to pee.” You called out, laughing.

“Fuck.” Henry barked, scurrying out of the bathroom. “All yours.” He smiled, hoping he looked casual.

“Thanks, I wouldn't want to upset Kal, by popping a squat in the yard and cover up one of his spots.” You joked, oblivious. “Might start a turf war.”

“I'm pretty sure it would.” Henry laughed back, relaxing, always finding himself at ease with you.

You grinned at him, gently touching his arm as you brushed by him into the bathroom. Henry bit his lip as he watched the bathroom door close, but swallowed it down and went about settling the house for bedtime. He grabbed a pillow from his bed and a blanket from the hall closet and started making up the couch, listening to the sound of the running shower in his room, while also trying not to think about your naked body, dripping wet.

“Stop, Cavill.” He hissed at himself, punch fluffing his pillow against the arm of the couch. “It's not going to happen.” He told himself, sure you wouldn't want anything of the sort, while you were expecting.

The shower cut off and a few minutes later you came out into the living room, Henry looked up at you from where he sat on the couch and instantly beamed, you stood beside the couch in nothing, but a pair of underwear and his shirt, your belly making a tent in the front of the black fabric, you looked so beautiful.

“Feel better?” He asked, looking you over.

“Much.” You nodded at him, smiling back at him. “What are you doing?” You frowned, motioning to the couch.

“Going to bed.” He replied, patting the pillow.

“Here?” You asked, surprised.

“Well, I can't have you sleeping on the couch.” Henry replied, chuckling.

“But this is also your house.” You countered, lifting a brow at him. “Besides, we're both adults, aren't we?” You asked, a lingering suggestion in your eyes.

The tip of Henry's tongue poked out, licking his lips as he stared back at you, his blue eyes darkening. “We are.” He nodded, agreeing at you.

“Then, why don't we go to bed?” You asked, cocking your head towards the hallway leading to Henry's bedroom.

A smirk tugged up one corner of Henry's mouth. “I won't argue with that logic.” He replied, standing up and grabbing his pillow.

“I shouldn't hope so.” You chuckled, following him down the hall to bed.

Henry tossed his pillow on the bed and pulled the blankets down, while you turned the lights out, then met each other on either side of the bed. A slight shyness coming over you both, before you climbed into bed first. Henry took a calming breath and laid down on his back beside you, feeling slightly stiff, he had just closed his eyes and was trying to will himself to sleep, when your side of the bed jerked and you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, unable to prevent the grin from pulling across his mouth as he listened to you become almost hysterical.

“You're so stiff!” You laughed, tears streaming down your face. “What are you worried about? That scene for Alien, where that little creature pops out of John Hurt's stomach?” You asked, slipping your hand under the blankets and pushed it out above your belly.

Henry's head jerked back on his pillow, as he fell into a fit of laughter himself, pressing his palms to his face. You snorted as you watched Henry fall apart beside you, and felt him relax as well. He pulled his hands away from his face, the rise and fall of his chest slowed down as he caught his breath, he looked over at you, still grinning, and his blue eyes shining with amusement.

“It's just I've never really been in bed with a woman before, the first time, without it being...intimate.” He confessed, chewing on his bottom lip. “So, I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself.”

You laid there for a moment. “We could cuddle.” You suggested, meeting his eye again.

“I don't want to crowd you.” Henry protested, softly.

“Trust me, I can't get anymore crowded.” You chuckled, pointing to your belly.

“Yeah, you can move away from me, you can't do that with the baby, now can you?” He smirked, shyly.

“Nope, he lets me know that all the time, too.” You chuckled, rubbing your stomach over the blankets.

“Well, I'm down for snuggles with the two of you.” Henry confessed, liking the idea of you cradled against him.

“All right then.” You smirked, then turned onto your side.

Henry gulped softly, turning to face you and wiggled closer, while gently easing his tall and muscular body around you, pressing his knees into the back of your calves, his hand lightly resting on your hip and sighed as he relaxed, a gentle smile on his lips. You rested your back against Henry's chest, loving the warmth radiating off him and seeping into you, making you hum contently. Reaching out to take his hand from your hip, you gently placed it on your belly with a gently pat, making Henry chuckle and kiss the back of your head.

It was a few hours later that Henry woke alone in bed and frowned, sitting up, feeling his heart start to race and breathing quicken, not understanding why you weren't in bed with him anymore. Had you waited until he fell asleep, then crept back home, or had something happened with the baby and you just hadn't bothered waking him to go to the hospital. So caught up in his panic, Henry didn't hear the flush from the master bathroom or you calling out his name.

“Henry.” You repeated his name, quickly waddling to the edge of the bed, freaked out as you watched him gasp for air, reaching out to lay your hand on his shoulder, making him start. “It's all right, Henry. It's just me.” You reassured him, eyes wide with concern.

“You're still here.” He wheezed, looking at you, surprised.

You looked around the room, then back at Henry. “Yeah.” You nodded, brow pinching. “I just had to pee.” You told him, slowly sitting down on the bed next to him. “Where else would I be, Hen?” You asked, gently rubbing his back, trying to calm him down.

Henry took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, scrubbing his palms over his face, feeling stupid and clingy. “I'm so sorry. I just woke up, and you weren't there. I don't know what came over me.” He rasped, gulping thickly.

“It's fine.” You nodded, offering him a sweet smile, brushing your fingers through the back of his hair. “You want to lay back down?” You asked, motioning behind him.

Henry nodded and the two you laid back down, curling up together, Henry's hand moving around to cup the underside of your stomach, reassured by the gentle bumps of the baby pressing against it as he fell back to sleep.

When Henry woke up the next morning, you were still nestled against him, snoring softly and relaxed, he couldn't help, but watch you sleep for a while longer, before carefully getting out of bed, so he could start his fasted cardio for the day. But, he didn't make it to his elliptical, when his house phone rang and he ran to pick it up, before it woke you up.

“Hello!” He answered in a loud whisper.

“Henry, why haven't you been answering my calls!” His manager barked back.

“Dany.” Henry grinned, clearing his throat. “I've had company over.”

“Oh yeah, is it the pregnant woman you were photographed with?” Dany asked, her voice no less searing.

A hard lump formed in Henry's throat. “What?” He squeaked, eye twitching.

“Photos of you and a pregnant woman have been popping up all over online, most recently at the airport. But the blaring ones are of you getting into an altercation at a grocery store, with her.” Dany told him.

“So, who's the father, Henry?” She asked, bluntly.

Henry almost blurted out that he was, just to shut his manager and the rumor mills up, but he bit his tongue and raked a hand through his hair. “Her ex-boyfriend.” He sighed, dropping into a chair in his dining room. “She and I met on Tinder,”

“You made a Tinder profile, without telling me!” Dany barked, horrified.

“It was a moment of...desperation...of—loneliness, Dany.” Henry admitted to his manager, biting his lip. “I didn't actually expect to match and meet up with anyone, let alone a woman that was a couple months pregnant. But we started talking and...” A grin pulled across his face as he thought about the last several months he had spoken to and hung out with you. “I don't regret a single moment of it. It's been amazing, she's amazing, and so is that little one inside of her.”

“Henry, you're not that kid's father, you have a career to focus on, and a project in Jordan to think about.”

“And I am focusing on those things, Dany.” He frowned, not liking her tone or what she seemed to be hinting at. “I can do both.”

“Are you telling me, you want to help her raise a child that isn't yours?” Dany asked, sounding skeptical. “Did she ask you too?”

Henry pressed his lips together, mauling the idea over, he hadn't considered the idea fully, neither of you had really voiced how serious your relationship was. But the more Henry thought about it, the more his head bobbed. Yes, if your relationship turned to the serious, he would do everything in his power to help you raise that little boy, he didn't care if he was the biological father or not.

What mattered to Henry was you and the baby.

“Yes, I would.” He finally answered Dany. “We haven't spoken about it, yet. But we still have time too, and that's between her and I. No one else, Dany.” He told her, firmly.

“Fine then, but people are talking about her online.” Dany sighed, shaking her head.

“That's nothing new.” He replied, rolling his eyes. “They're going to think what they think. We can't change that, and I'm not going to force her into something she doesn't want.” He told her, knowing you liked your privacy, and wanted to respect that.

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

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Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends.

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased.

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly.

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone.

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times.

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his.

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off.

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this.

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further.

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded.

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!”

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously.

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #Spotify

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sheraphic · 3 years

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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author's note; hi there anon, sorry for the waiting but here it is your request, hope you like it.

warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」

It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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⤅yourinstagram 🤍

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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say could I have you take on how Juno, Legoshi and Sheila reaction lets say human are from a totally different galaxy and they came to the Beastar world and Juno, Legoshi and Ellen know that on the human world there are animals like them but not them and thy befriended a human S/O who is from an animal sanctuary so S/O too them to the sanctuary and thy see all the feral animals and S/O takes them to see their wolf buddy and thy meet a big white wolf with yellow eyes that looked intimidating but S/O Gives the big white wolf lots of pets and says "This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

Juno, Legoshi, and Sheila reacting to having a human s/o who is from another galaxy but that isn’t important to the story because there is a hot wolf:

A/N: this was a LITTLE confusing but after a lot of hard work and a Mother Mother playlist I figured out what you meant (again, if I got this request wrong just like re-send It or explain it. My little brain cells are srsly being fried)

Request are always open!

Warning(s): N/A (please correct me if wrong though)

JUNO:

- when you first arrived she already was pretty shocked and honestly just clung to Legoshi

- but when she saw YOU

- oh God I hope you are ready to get spammed with a bunch of questions

- I will DIE on the head canon that Juno LOVES to learn about new things and ask a bunch of questions whenever a new topic is introduced to her

- like I think that would just be super cute and funny

- idk honestly

- when you explained everything to her she realized as fast as she could and was actually the one who suggested they went to the place where you worked at

- I know what it is but I have dyslexia and it is like SUPER hard for me to spell it out I am so so so so sooo sorry

- once you took her to the place she was honestly afraid

- I mean, she wasn’t far from the animals there themselves either

- so whenever you said that you where going to take them to the wolf section Juno got REALLY nervous

- she feels self conscious as she walks over there, feeling her energy going down the drain as she stares at the wolves in front of her

- then you guys got to the biggest wolf their probably (although she didn’t pay attention to size that much)

- she was pretty afraid

- this was a white wolf so she was already small compared to them

- but when she saw HER

- the strong teeth of the wolf that looked like he could bite her head off without even trying to

- and don’t even get her STARTED about the yellow blazing eyes that looked like a warning on it’s own to not go NEAR that wolf

- she hid behind you as everyone went up to the wolf

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you said as you bent down and petted the white wolf on the head

- Tina wagged her tail and lolled out his head slightly to the left

- you bent down and scratched the wolves ears, the wold looked away in embarrassment but still secretly wanting more

- she instantly felt bad that she thought Tina was a big bad wolf

- and honestly she felt selfish

- I mean if anybody looked at Juno they would guess that she is feisty because she was a wolf

- and because of that she did not have a lot of friends,

- so she went up to Tina and head butted with her

- Tina looked taken back for a moment before a big goofy smile played on the wolves face

- the piercing and once cold yellow eyes seemed less of a warning and more of a welcome sign that you would see on somebodies door mate

- Tina and Juno stood their for a while before Juno howled out loud as in a celebration of welcoming somebody in the pack

- Tina jumped up and down with excitement before joining in

- You also got the hint and joined in as well

LEGOSHI:

- “Is there a book about this..?”

- Legoshi would whisper as you drag him to the place you work at

- let’s say you took everyone to meet Tina (omg why did that autocorrect to Tian so many times) different times so the white wold didn’t get stressed

- Legoshi isn’t one to judge on looks so in his spare time, while everyone was looking at the birds and other animals he did some research for the white wolf

- he learned quiet a few interesting things

- a lot he didn’t need to know, but still it was nice to read it

- another head canon that I will die on is that Legoshi likes to research

- like he does research in his free time, he does research when he is suppose to be doing homework

- he does research EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE

- that and reading classics

- BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THAT NOW IS IT!?!?

- he found out the best ways to approach a white wolf and how to get the old acquainted with you

- so best be prepared when you called Legoshi’s name for him to see the wolf, he wasn’t that surprised when he saw how Tina looked

- I mean, she looked like any other regular wolf

- however—even he had to admit—the wolf did look more scarier in person then in pictures

- and the yellow gleaming eyes didn’t help either

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you explained as you gave Tina some pets

- Legoshi nodded his head then literally plopped on the ground

- he read somewhere to keep your distance and look them in the eyes

- Legoshi tried to look this wolf in the eyes, but he couldn’t

- leave him alone, best boi tried :(

- Tina had to come to Legoshi and give him a few licks

- Legoshi would laugh breathlessly

- and that was the first time you saw Legoshi smile

- he usually never smiled because of his sharp teeth but now, his has kind of forgotten that he was wolf

- You smiled warmly as the two greeted each other with smiles and hugs and affection

- Legoshi’s head would be basically exploding he wouldn’t know what to do

- and what he ended up doing

- was crying

- for the first time, it hit him like a train,

- what hit him like a train? You might ask

- well it is…

- that nobody could love him if he didn’t open up and expose his trauma

- he has closed his doors and kept up his walls for so many people

- but this wolf, this wold, didn‘t know anything about boundaries

- all Tina knew was hunt, eat, sleep, love, repeat

- and that

- that made Legoshi cry tears of joy

- this wolf would never face the dangers that the world had to offer because she was with you

- and that was all it took for Legoshi to cry while smiling

SHEILA:

- I honestly have no idea what to do for her, she is such a side character oml

- POOR GIRL WAS SO CONFUSED

- “won’t there be like…herbavore’s there…?”

- she would ask as she shifts her feet in discomfort

- “not for now…although I do plan to open it to both herbavore’s and carnivore’s!”

- you cheerfully boasted as the cheetah looked at you through narrowed eyes

- “I don’t think we should mix with the—“

- “for the love of God, shut the hell up!”

- she gets very worried when she goes through the butterfly section in fear of hurting the precious creatures

- you had to calm her down and actually go through the steps with her on how to not hurt a butterfly

- she mostly spent her time with the cheetah‘s and butterfly’s so she got a little pouty when you said it was time for her to meet the wolf

- I mean she didn’t even LIKE wolves so why did she have to put up with one!?

- but when she got into the area her blood ran cold

- right in front of her was the largest white wolf she had ever seen with menacing yellow eyes and long sharp teeth and matching razor sharp claws that could most certainly kill a butterfly AND her with no effort whatsoever

"This is Tina she was the runt of the litter and was rejected by her mother so I raised her and look how big she has grown"

- you stated as you started scratching Tina’s ears

- Sheila calmed down almost instantly when she heard the soft whimpers and the way Tina positioned her head so she wouldn’t accidentally bite your hand off

- that was actually really nice of Tina

- so once you got done petting Tina Sheila started to gently soak Tina’s back

- the swipes where soft and filled with meaning behind every stroke

- she ended up sleeping with the friendly giant on her lap like she was a puppy

- and you of course took pictures so the Drama Club could see that Their amazing club meme bear had a soft spot for Tina too

- and it got on the first page of the News

#juno x reader #juno beastars #legoshi beastars #beastars legoshi #legoshi x reader #beastars legosi #legosi #sheila x reader #beastars #beastars oc #beastars x reader #beastars headcanon #legoshi #legosi beastars #Cheetah has a soft spot omg #this took longer than expected

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kitasfox · 3 years

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i am literally obsessed w ur writing and I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THAT UR REQUEST BOX IS OPEN !!

i wld like to request ushijima and humiliation <3 ( this is my first time requesting and i hve no idea if this is the correct way to request ugh )

side note: pls pls pls only write if u r comfortable with it :)

a/n: I'm your first request 🤧 thats so sweet ahsjjsn ty ty I hope you like this! Don't worry I'm very comfy writing it and it was very fun omg thank you for the request!!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI + HUMILIATION

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact, I bite.

Warnings: humiliation, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, calling "sir", choking, dacryphilia just a lil, degrading

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a forgiving man.

You knew this, but you should've known better, or maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Your hand holding the shower head aches, your legs shaking and burning, your whole body spent- but he keeps going. "P-please, I'm sorry," you try to reason with the man, but Ushijima isn't the kind of man you can reason with when he's angry.

And is he angry.

His olive-green eyes a few shades darker as they never budge from you; it's humiliating to have him watch you like this as you lose yourself over and over again.

It feels vulnerable to have your legs wide open, fingers spreading yourself for him to see, to have your fingers moving over your clit and making yourself cry his name out, even when he isn't even touching you. To have him sitting right across you, hands on the swell of his cock, giving himself some friction every once in a while to suppress a groan.

You can't help but wish it was him instead, can't help but think how his huge hands would feel like roaming over your spent body, how jumping up and down his cock straining his volleyball shorts would make you scream.

The stream of water from the showerhead he controls makes you shake uncontrollably as he tortures you with the constant temperature and strength change, never once letting you tip-off that high you try so desperately to fall from.

Even without touching you, Ushijima has all the power over you, and you have no other choice but to submit.

It's so humiliating, and you love it. Ushijima knows you do; he can hear it, see it, almost even feel it.

"Wakatoshi-" You whimper his name in desperation as he opens the water more; it's too much for you, for your body he's been edging for what feels like hours. Your eyes are dropping slowly, ears ringing and vision adorned with dark spots, but whenever you close them tightly to focus on the pleasure, he stops the water.

"That's not my name." He sounds cold, not a man of many words, but you understand what he means immediately. "Sir-" you try again, watching a cruel smile ghost over his stoic face. He looks pleased. "Sir, please, I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!"

You squirm, cry tears of humiliation, frustration, and pain, but he wouldn't budge, even when all he wants to do is to fuck you senseless, he wants to make your face contort like that, have your body shake with the constant edging, cause your legs to shake, toes to curl.

But no, you chose this silly little thing to please yourself with, and he's only giving you what you wanted, isn't he?

But it wasn't your fault! You've just been so frustrated the whole day, so needy, and Ushijima was at training, so you had to do something yourself, you never thought he would come in the middle of you-

"Sir, I'm going to cum!" You scream, he turns the water to freezing cold, taking the pleasure away from you just as he had given you. You shake in desperation.

But Ushijima was no better; everything in his day was going wrong, training was bad, his spikes were off, and he wanted nothing more than to come back home to fuck his wife silly. Only to hear whimpers and cries coming from the bathroom, to find you moaning his name like prayer as you tremble and shake on the ground, shower head against your pussy.

"Stop crying and look at me." He orders, but your head lolls forward, unable to keep yourself upright any longer.

You don't even notice his huge figure leaning forward, hovering over your spent body on the floor. His hand wraps around your neck, pushing your chin up, pinning your head on the cold tiles from your neck. "I told you to look at me."

"C-can't!" You whimper, wanting nothing but to hide your face, and knowing this only makes it more amusing for him.

When he chuckles, Ushijima's not surprised to see you clenching at the sound.

"What, or is my baby embarrassed?"

You shake your head, helpless eyes locked into his predatory ones. It's the look in his darkened eyes that has another whine falling from your lips.

"Of me watching you touch yourself?" He whispers, voice falling an octave lower and making you let out a breathy moan. You feel his hand slowly making its way to your pussy, a choked gasp audible when he touches your abused clit. "Of you sobbing like a baby because you can't even make yourself cum? Wishing it was my cock in you instead of your fingers?"

Even his hand is merciless, drawing harsh circles on your already overstimulated clit, the burn as painful as it is pleasurable.

"Please," you whisper under his hold, "please let me come, sir."

Ushijima likes it when you beg. He loves it when you cry.

"Oh, I will, darling, don't worry." He smiles, tilting his head as if he's about to kiss you, pulling his fingers back from you to his mouth, smiling at your widened gaze. He can't taste you as much as he wishes he could because of the endless stream of water, but the choked breath you let out and your embarrassment alone is enough for his cock to twitch in his shorts.

"If you want to act like a slut, of course, I should treat you as such."

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adezahnae · 3 years

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While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 3)

A/N: Hello my princesses😌 I hope you all didn’t wait too long for this🥺 I wasn’t feeling like myself bc of my period🙄 I hope you enjoy💕

Warnings: Bit of plot twist, humor, fluff, slight smut, love making, secrets, Daddy kink, jaehyun got some explaining to do😔

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

Me and Jaehyun were now in a store, paying for snacks for the road, well for the flight. I couldn’t control my excitement as we were getting things. “Oh my gosh! Omg! I can’t believe I’m getting on an actual plane soon!” I said following behind him. “Mhm.” He said not paying me any attention and just grabbing things while listening.

“It’s just like...this is what the rich people do! Go on trips that needs a plane!” “Mm.” “And what if it’s first class?! Like ooo!!! I’m gonna be soo happy!” “It’s a private jet, babe.” He said now walking to the cash register. “Eeee! Yes! That’s even better!! Like it’s like rich couple vibes and with the house as well along with a nice car and speaking of car, we were drove here! Ha! This is so coolll!! And just imagine how beautiful it’s gonna be up there..WAIT! HOW BEAUTIFUL IT’S GONNA BE UP THERE!” I ranted like an excited child in a candy store.

Jaehyun sighed. “One popsicle please?” He asked the cashier. The man gave him one and paid for it. “Thank you, come on Y/n.” Jaehyun said while pushing me out of the store. “But no! Didn’t you say the house we’re staying at is gonna be on a private beach?! Ahh! I can’t wait! The waves of the pretty water and maybe the moon will shine!” I said as he helped me in the car.

“Yes sweetheart.” He said entering after me. “I can’t even form a correct sentence anymore, this is the best thing ever! Like the best thing ev-“ I was cut off by him popping the popsicle in my mouth. “Baby..you’re talking too much. Just wait until we get there okay?” He said. I nodded. “Ooh! This is the blue flavor!” I mumbled while eating the popsicle. He smiled at me. “Okay, you can go now.” Jaehyun said to the driver. “Yes sir.” The driver said.

We were now in the parking lot of the plane and our luggage was getting loaded into the plane. I finally finished my popsicle and Jaehyun helped me out of the car. “Wow!” I exclaimed as I looked at the jet. “This is beautiful Jae! Really!” I said hugging onto him. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead. “Come on, let’s get on.” He said taking my hand and leading me to the plane. Before we could enter fully, we heard a car pull up.

“JAEHYUN! STOP!” We heard a girl say. We turned around and seen that it was a different girl. “Jae. I have to talk to you.” She said. “Jaehyun, who is this?” I asked. “Y/n, get on the plane and don’t say a word.” He said to me. I looked at her and back at him. “Jae-“ “Baby, don’t go against my word right now.” He said turning his head towards me. I sighed and nodded.

“Okay..” I walked on the plane and sat down on the chairs. Wow, it had a kitchen, a bed, a bathroom. It was like a mini house apartment. I went up the stairs and seen that it gives you the top view of plane. “Wow..” I smiled. I heard that the jet was taking off now and I then hear Jaehyun enter the jet, without a word.

I went back down the stairs and seen him in the chair, with his head in his hand. “Jae?” I called. I approached him slowly. “Jaehyun?” I called again. “Yes?” He replied. “It’s okay...whatever it is..it’s okay..” I said rubbing his shoulders. I walked around and straddled his lap. He breathed out and let his hands fall to my sides. “I love you..remember that, Y/n.” He said.

He looked as if he did something wrong or ashamed of something. “I know, tell me what’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head and pulled me towards him. “Just...tell me you love me.” He said. “I love you..I’ve always had and I always will.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder. His lips traveled up my neck and to my lips.

His movements on my body started to roam up. He took the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down. He found my bra clip and unclipped it. He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He pulled off my heels and let my hair down. He kissed on my neck again while he pulled my dress down along my bra. I gripped on his shoulder. “Jae..” I moaned. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. While I did that, his lips were on my nipples.

He left soft kisses and sucks on them. I arched my back up and put my fingers in his hair. He took the rest of my dress off with my bra and underwear and placed them in the chair beside us. He pulled down his pants and underwear and kissed my cheek, sliding in. I gasped out and bit my lip. “J-Jaehyun...Daddy..” I whispered moaned. He groaned while moving his hips in and out slowly. “Do you love Daddy? Forever?” He asked me with the still same regret in his voice.

I was in too much pleasure to talk about his tone. “Yes. I’m gonna always love you..” I said placing my hand on his cheek. He rocked his hips into mine faster, making me groan out. “I love you too Y/n..” He whispered looking in my eyes. We made love as the jet was now flying in the sky.

Jaehyun’s POV

I sighed out as I sat by the end of the bed. Y/n was now asleep behind me and it was night. How can I tell her this? This would break her, it would hurt her so much...My thoughts were cut off by my phone vibrating. I seen that it was Alexa calling me. I picked up the phone and answered. “Hello?” I said. “She wants to speak to you..” She said. “Go ahead.” I said. “Hi daddy.” I heard my daughter’s voice say.

“Hey baby, how are you?” I asked. “I’m okay..I miss you daddy.” She said. “I know baby, Daddy misses you too.” I smiled. “When will I see you again?” She asked me. I smiled at her words. “Soon baby. You will see daddy real soon.” I said. “Okay..I wove you. Do you wove me?” She asked. I shed a tear. “Daddy will always love you. No matter what happens.” I replied. I heard her give the phone back to Alexa. “Hey.” She said. “Yes?” I replied wiping my tear. “Why her?” She asked, knowing who she was talking about. “Alexa you have no right to ask me what’s going on in my life.” I said.

“But! She was pretty! Jaehyun! I was before her, and that crazy bitch of a wife you married! I have your daughter! You can’t tell me why you choose her?” She complained. “You sound pathetic, Alexa. We are over. It’s been three years now.” I said. “Does she call you Jaebear as well?! Did you beat her like you did me?!” “I did not beat you Alexa.” I growled. “Yes you did! You always did! Remember when I put you in jail for that?! Does she know that you’re a woman beater?!” She exclaimed.

I peeked over at Y/n to see her fast asleep still. I went upstairs and sat down. “Listen, don’t you dare talk about this shit in front of my daughter because I know she is still there. I turned my life around Alexa.” I said. “Did you really?! How about the time where you forced me to get pregnant with her, when I told you I didn’t want children! You forced me to get pregnant with Lia!” She cried.

I sighed. “Alexa stop it right now.” “No! I’m sick of this! Being under your spell like I wasn’t there before her! I am the first one! Before your bitch ass wife and my stupid ass sister!” She yelled. “WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT HER!” I yelled. “You must really love her...why can’t you love me Jaehyun?! Me?!”

“Because you were hell to me! In and out my wallet every night we slept together! And do you see the shit you’re putting me through right now?! Why do you wanna be in the picture soo badly again Alexa?!” I exclaimed. “I hate you..you make me sick!! You put me through hell! You hit me every damn day!” - “I only hit you twice Alexa and told I would never do it again.” - “I don’t remember none of that! You put me through so much shit..I HATE YOU!” - “I hate you too! Believe what you want, I care nothing for you anymore. I care for only my daughter.”

She went silent. I heard her walk away and close the door. She sighed. “Jae..you always know how to get me hot and bothered don’t you?” She said on the phone. I hear her unzip her pants. I sighed. “Alexa stop this right now.” I said. I heard her moan. “Please..say more harsh words to me. You know, your cruelty always got me wet..” She said.

“Alexa, I said to stop.” I growled. “Ooh growl again, come and hit me. You knew that turned me on too..” she moaned as she touched herself more. “Alexa, you’re fucking mental. You choose to fight with me every change you get and I’m sick of it..I will be coming for my daughter. We’re over.” I said. “Yet you’re still on the phone, listening to my wet pussy. Why don’t you hit me like you did before? You knew I liked it. Just pretend it’s Y/n. Pretend like you’re listening to her moans over the phone. Come and hit me Jae..put your hands on me.” She moaned.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Okay Alexa. Listen to Daddy.” I said. “Mhm? What do you want me to do?” She asked. “Take the hand you’re touching yourself with and use that thumb to rub over your clit.” I instructed. She whined out as she did so. “What else?” She asked. “Now take your other and hang up the damn phone. I’ll see you in court when I get back.” I said. “Jae!” I hung up on her and walked back downstairs. I seen that Y/n was still asleep. I sighed and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this...” I whispered while rubbing her hair, shedding a tear. “Jae?” She called. “Yes baby?” He said. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” I asked. I quickly wiped my face. “No reason Princess. Just go back to sleep..” I said. She nodded. “Stay with me..” She mumbled as she pulled me towards her. I crawled in bed with her and let fall asleep on my chest. I stroked her hair as I looked out at the clouds and the stars and moon. I have my ex-wife trying to ruin me and Y/n’s life, I have my daughter to think about, and now Alexa is trying to come back and my past is trying to haunt me alive...Why did I do this? “How am I gonna do this?” I said to myself.

Your POV

I woke up from my slumber and turned around to see Jaehyun’s sweet smile. “Good Morning.” He said. I smiled and kissed his lips. “Good Morning.” I replied. “We’re here..” He said. I sat up in the bed. “Really?!” I exclaimed. “Mhm. Here put your clothes on.” He said handing me my sundress with my sandals. “Okay, let me go and brush my teeth.” I smiled running to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and showered.

I got out of it and I put my dress on. I walked out of the bathroom to see Jaehyun dressed as well in some jeans, a button up shirt and a cap that was backwards. “Are you ready?” He asked me with a smile. I nodded. “Uh huh! Let’s go!” I said grabbing my bag. I figured all of our bags were in the car and we walked out of the plane.

We seen the driver and bodyguards fighting with some woman. “Let me go! I know him!” She yelled. “Stop.” Jaehyun said. The men pulled away and revealed the same girl who was there when we boarded the plane with a small girl in her arms. Jaehyun stopped dead in his tracks as if he just saw a ghost. “I told you Jae, you can’t just throw me away!” She yelled. She looked strung out on drugs.

“Jaehyun who is this?!” I exclaimed out of fright. “Hi daddy..” the little girl waved. “W-What?” I asked. Jaehyun looked over at me and then back at her. “Oh! I’m sorry we haven’t met, I’m Alexa! Yo-“ “Alexa.” Jaehyun said. I looked in between the both of them and seen that I favored her a little bit. “Why?! Just tell her! You’re so weak!” Alexa yelled.

“Tell me what?” I asked, lowly. “That your little boyfriend her was fucking-“ “Damn it Alexa shut the hell up!” Jaehyun yelled. “No! I’m not leaving! You need to spend time with your daughter anyways!” Alexa yelled. “D-Daughter?” I questioned. “Damn it Alexa, LEAVE!” Jaehyun yelled while losing his temper. “Daddy..Why are you yelling?” The little girl asked while frightened. Jaehyun sighed.

“Alexa give my damn daughter and leave.” Jaehyun said. He took the little girl from her arms. “Now leave.” He growled. She smirked. “You know I love this side of you Jae..” She said trying to feel on him. I step forward. “Just go...” I said. “Aww how cute you are-“ “Leave me the hell alone.” Jaehyun said. “Fine..but you will never forget me. Ever..” She said. She got in her car and pulled off from us. “Daddy..I’m hungry.” Little girl pouted. “Okay, we’re gonna go and get something for breakfast..” Jaehyun said.

I couldn’t register anything at this moment. A daughter? Alexa? What was she trying to tell me? I seen Jaehyun turn to me. “Y/n-“ “Don’t. I...can’t think right now..” I said. I got in the car and shut the door behind me. I heard him sigh and get in after me. I put on my seatbelt and looked out the window. He got in the car after me and put his daughter in the seat beside him. He buckled her up and himself in the seatbelts. “You can go.” He said to the driver. “Yes sir.” We drove off to a restaurant in silence. I couldn’t even stomach to look in his direction...

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #jaehyun nct #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #nct 127 x reader #nct ff #nct 127 ff #jaehyun ff

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vemuabhi · 3 years

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Disney Romance - Cinderella’s Bird - 200 followers special

@littlesniggy said : Hey you! Now it's my turn to request something! Kida sad you don't write for Akainu but I can understand 😂 He's an asshole! If it hasn't been requested yet, would you do Mulan/Cinderella with Kid x female reader? I'm super excited which one you choose/ if you choose it at all! Thank you!

A/N : Omg thankyou so much for sending an ask @littlesniggy san!!! I am so excited to answer this for you! I loved writing for the grumpy boy. This was really a beautiful experience writing this for Eustass KIdd. Please don’t have high expectations for this.

Warning : A big fic written by me. But has a happy ending.

Word count : 2.7K

I hope you like it!

XOXOXOXO

“Why the hell should I get married now?”, you complained to your Robin who always was beside you, she was a maid but you always admired her and always treated her like a friend not like a maid.

Robin sighed and patted your head as she took the place beside you on the bed. “I should have the choice when I want to get married. Not some jerk who is randomly selected by my parents”, you scoffed and plopped back on the soft burgundy-coloured bedsheets. Robin gave you a sad smile and said, “That’s true. I too believe that marriage should be for Love”

Being a princess isn’t easy. Every girl dream to be a princess but its not as beautiful like the fairy tales are. You are a live example for that. Not once you could decide for yourself. Even the big puffy yellow gown you were wearing was not of your choice. The corset was killing you inside. You wanted to rip it off and throw it out of your window. With language classes, you always had dance classes, tea sessions, music classes. Everything that was chosen by your parents, was practically forced upon you.

‘What kind of lunatic needs to learn how to drink tea?’, you cursed the tea sessions when ever you were being called to it. All you did was brew tea and drink during the whole time. The music classes were always a hectic. You wanted to learn an instrument but when you were given another. Your wishes were denied because who cares about your dreams? In the beginning even dance classes were troublesome, But you tried to put up with all those demands of your parents. In return they are now trying to get you married as soon as possible.

“I’m done with this Robin”, you spoke and got up. “I’ll do whatever I want”, your voice was stern and Robin was curious on what you were about to do.

“Cancel todays classes, I’ll be going to visit the town to relieve my stress”, you announced briskly walking towards the closet.

“Are you sure your highness? But how can you go alone? You must have someone wit-”

“Robin! Its fine. I can take care of myself”, you didn’t let her finish her sentence. Throwing your corset on the floor and dressing up like a maid didn’t take long enough. You made your way towards the secret passage in the palace and exited the palace. Even though Robin was worried, she had to stay back in the castle to make sure no one notices your leaving.

The town and the market were as lively as ever and you walked around the place. As you kept walking, you saw a couple who looked very much in love. You felt a bit envious of them. At least the commoners had the freedom to do what they like. As you were walking aimlessly in the market, you bumped into a tall buff guy.

“Oh I’m sorry”, after apologising you thought of leaving but it didn’t go well.

“Hey! How can you go away like that?” the man started to fight with you. As you felt the very heavy scent of alcohol hit your nostrils, you knew that this man was heavily drunk.

“What? I apologised so what’s your problem now?” you questioned as your dominant hand slowly reached for the sword hidden in your skirt.

“You bitch how dare you speak back to me?” he raised his hand to land a hit on you but just when you were about to take out the sword, his had was stopped mid-air. You then saw a man who had red hair. As soon as the jerk saw that man, it seemed like his senses came back to him again.

“Asshole! Didn’t I tell you this is my shop and never make a scene in front of it”, the man shouted at the rogue twisting his arm. He winced in pain as he apologised and ran away.

The red haired man went into a shop, what seemed like a shop of vegetables and fruits. ‘Was he a farmer?’, you thought and followed him. Looking inside, there were so many fresh vegetables and also fruits in the shop.

“What do you want?”, a sharp voice questioned making you turn towards the owner of the voice. It was the same red head from before.

“Uh, I… I’m here to buy”, you said and looked around again trying to seem convincing. He huffed and sat on a chair fiddling with something which seemed like a machine. Your interest perked up and you asked him, “What are you making?”, moving closer to take a peek at the machine.

“Why should I tell you?”, he spat but as he looked at your face, he noticed that your eyes were sparkling with curiosity and interest.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue and explained about the way he wanted to make a machine bird as you listened to him carefully. He kept telling you how helpful machines would be if used in the correct way.

“But, don’t you think, this material you are using to make this bird is kinda… cheap and looks like its gonna break soon?”, you questioned for which he frowned and replied, “Don’t you think I already know that? I… I just don’t have the money”, mumbling the last part.

“Oh! I got an idea. Listen to me, uhh..”

“Eustass Kidd”

“So, Kidd As this bird is still in the beginning process, I’ll bring you the material tomorrow. Till then don’t touch this. Okay now I need to leave. I’ll be taking this basket here”, you said and took a basket of strawberries and tossed a coin to him.

“HEY WAIT!! YOU DIDN’T EVE- and she’s gone”, still with that grumpy look Kidd took his screw driver to continue working on the bird. But he remembered you telling him to wait till tomorrow. So he sat back in his chair and exhaled.

“Its not because she told me to wait. I… I want to continue this tomorrow”, he huffed and folded his hands. Then he remembered about the coin you threw.

He opened his palm and his eyes widened as he looked at the coin. It was a gold coin. A freaking gold coin for a basket of strawberries.

“No way. What the heck is she thinking?”, he carefully placed it back in the locker and thought to give it back to you tomorrow.

At the castle you came back and continued with your remaining day. You should leave tomorrow. So you need to make plans.

“Robin I need you to do something for me”, you explained how you needed high quality metal and also the timings of classes to be shifted. So, it did happen and you had continuous morning classes without breaks but, you were a free after them and it made you to take material Kidd wanted to make the bird. Changing out from your attire of a princess you went to the same shop as yesterday. There you found the man coming towards you as if he was waiting for you all along.

“I got the material you need”, you said as you placed it beside his table where the bird was supposed to be made.

“Were you waiting for me? Sorry I was late”, you said and he instantly replied, “Wha- Who was waiting for you?”

“Ah ok”, you muttered as you saw him instantly looking and taking the material with a faint pink shade on his cheeks. He looked just like a child exited to play with his toys.

“Where the hell did you even get these? These are clearly expensive?”, his sudden questions made your thoughts to break.

“Ah… I got it from the Kings dumpster”, you made the blankest expression trying to hide your lie.

“Kings Dumpster?! The King threw away this metal when it’s like this?”, he asked as his brows raised when you just nodded.

“Tsk… and here I am, trying to get re-rid of rust from metal. Using them for the 100th time”, he huffed.

You both sat opposite to each other and he worked on the bird as you learned about the work he was doing. Helping him with giving the appropriate tool at times, you had more fun than you ever had in your life. He tried to return the gold coin but you didn’t take it and made a deal to take vegetables or fruits in return, for which he agreed. You both fist bumped as an agreement of the deal.

From that day, you made your way out of the castle to meet Kidd. Surprisingly, he always waited for you to come to work on the bird. Meanwhile he somewhere started to call you little lady and you actually liked it. It became a routine for you to take a basket of veggies or fruits every time you left the shop. Sometimes he’d you’d tag along with him to his small farm. He was totally proud of his farm. His eyes showed it. Where you knew you never felt that feeling that he was feeling. Never once in your life you felt you were proud of something you did. He was living a complete different life than yours. You found your heart skip a beat every time Kidd smiled. You liked him.

Kidd was unique. He was terrible in showing his emotions but he was a good person. Every time you left the castle for him, seemed right. You actually felt happy seeing him and working with him. But of course, this happiness didn’t last long. Your parents wanted you to get married soon and told you to pick a groom for yourself in the ball that is going to be hosted next week. Bloody next week.

Because of the ball, you had to take even more classes for walking like a princess and also more fashionistas coming to find the perfect gown for you. Due to those, you couldn’t meet Kidd for 4 days.

Meanwhile, Kidd waited for you staring at the front door of his shop. Whenever the door opened, he met with disappointment because it wasn’t you. He couldn’t even continue on his bird. He had doubts on his feelings for you but now, it was clear for him that he liked you. Your thoughts haunted him. His heart earned for you. Only for you to return.

After a long hard day of work, you sneaked out of the castle in the evening and went to Kidd’s shop. You opened the door and your eyes met with Kidds. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Come in”, you obliged and walked into the shop towards the desk where you both made bird. It was just like it was 3 days ago. “You didn’t continue to make the bird?”, you inquired as he just turned away and shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“Kidd, its late and I have to leave soon so listen to me”, his vision shifted to you as he gulped.

“But you just came, why do you have to leave?” he asked as he approached you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

“Aww did you miss me?” you tried to tease him but this time, he neither denied nor looked away from you blushing. He stayed silent for a while before he said, “I did”

You didn’t even expect that from Kidd. His hands travelled down from your shoulders to your hands. “I did miss you. So much that I couldn’t even touch that bird”, He looked serious. He placed one hand on your chin and looked into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think your thoughts would haunt me that much when you didn’t come. I… I didn’t know when, why or how. But I know that, I have feelings for you little lady”, his voice trembled as he spoke the last bit.

“Kidd are you serious?” you asked placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and nodded. His eyes looked desperate for your answer. Pulling him towards you, you connected your lips with his. The kiss was gentle and with so much of emotion.

Both pulled away to look into each other’s eyes. “I have feelings for you too Kidd”, you smiled and Kidd’s face lit up making you smile in return. He leaned and touched your forehead with yours and exhaled with relief. “Can I request you something Kidd?”, you asked and he nodded.

“Can you come to the castle this coming Wednesday?”

“To the castle? Why?”

“There is a ball going to be held and I want you to come”, you said and stepped back, away from his touch. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you, I should tell you something. So please come”, the last part sounded more like a pleading and with that you left the shop.

Kidd didn’t knew why you had to leave so early. His heart was beating so fast. Confused whether whatever happened now was real or not. He sat on his chair unable to remove your pleading face from earlier. Kidd looked at the bird which was unfinished and took the screw driver to continue working on it. Its been a while since he alone worked on something. It wasn’t a new feeling for him but still, he preferred to talk and have you around while he made it.

The day of the ball arrived. You wore your outfit and looked out the window at the crowd of people came to the castle. Men and women from so many places arrived there. With the help of Robin you made sure that when Kidd comes, he wouldn’t be stopped by any of the guards. The time was almost running out. The first dance was supposed to be started soon but you couldn’t find Kidd anywhere.

Your parents were urging you to find a partner and start the first dance. ‘So Kidd isn’t coming’, you thought and tilted your head up to prevent the tears falling out from your eyes. You pinched your skin trying to distract the pain away. Stepping on the ball room in your burgundy coloured dress, you walked with a straight face. Then suddenly your eyes fell on a person, who was trying to not be visible in the crowd but, his hair was definitely saying otherwise. You swiftly made your way towards that person.

People cleared way for you and it didn’t take long for you to meet the person with the red hair. He was wearing golden coloured suit and his hair was combed back neatly. He looked different but it was him. His cheeks turned the same colour of his hair. You chuckled and took his hand, pulling him towards the middle of the ball room. You placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer to you. His hand trembled before he placed it on your waist. With that the music played and you both danced, with other people also dancing.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“How could I? You are a princess and why didn’t you tell me you were a princess?”

“Would you even talk to me like you did if you knew I were a princess?”

“That’s… true but… now here I am, with the princess Y/N in my arms”, he said pulling you closer. You giggled and pushed back the strand of hair which was on his forehead. You both smiled at each other and continued dancing. After the first dance, he pulled you away from the ball room and you followed. He walked towards the garden where no one was and took out something from under the bench.

“What did you bring?”, you asked. He turned and showed it to you. Your eyes went wide looking at the bird that he brought.

“You made her at last!” you exclaimed as he looked down shyly. “Yeah kind of made it. I wanted to show it to you today”

“I love it so much”, you said as you took it in your hands. It was your memory. The time you spent making it with Kidd. It was precious to you two.

“Keep it. It’s yours now”, he said as he smiled.

“Really?! I will take care of it so well”, you replied and jumped on him making him catch you quickly. You looked at him and leaned in for kissing him again. Now, it was passionate. No one to intrude as you were alone. Smiling you pulled back and leaned your forehead with his.

You now found a grumpy man, who would understand you and would really be the reason for you to smile.

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Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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