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[beetlesanbutterflies]

Okay maybe i was assuming things, but the vibe i was getting is that creature being a Penny Farthing guy when he was alive is a huge joke in the fandom. Like we all collectively think he was obsessed with his fucking bicycle and its hilarious. I've been planning on putting it in my fics, i've been making jokes about this man and HIS FUCKING BICYCLE

WELL!

I just found out that because he died in 1837, HE WOULDN'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT A PENNY FARTHING IS!!?

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆.

synopsis. the general of the xianzhou luofu is absolutely knocked out, nowhere to be found, and you’re left to look after his son retainer.

genre. fluff + crack

tw. secondhand embarrassment..

for @melukonova <3

jing yuan x gn!reader.

“i am not a child!” the blond haired swordsman whined out, sheathing his icy blade. “therefore i do not need babysitting!”

you let out a sigh, throwing your bow on your back as you caught up to the fuming teen. “i don’t wanna look after you anymore than you want me to. but your dad- i mean, mentor, ordered me to.” a chill ran down your spine. “and i don’t even want to know what would happen if i disobeyed and lost you.”

the dozing general, as your good friend sushang called him, was all lax and carefree until angered. you being you, the last thing you wanted was to see first hand what that anger looked like. after all, they did say the calmer ones are scarier when they snap.

yanqing eyed you for a moment before letting out a huff, unfazed by her reasoning. “what makes you think i would get lost? i’m perfectly capable of handling myself, i’ve been doing so for years now!” he argued before drawing out a hum. an idea. “but..” he dragged out, peering at you from the peripheral of his gaze. “if you want to waste your day chasing me around, i suppose you’ll have to keep up!”

and just like that, the boy was gone within a sprint.

your palm came in contact with your forehead as you let out an ( exasperated ) sigh. normally you would have left the kid to do his thing, but with the mara-struck soldiers around and all sorts of dangerous beings.. it wasn’t wise to leave him on his own, even if his skills rivaled or outnumbered your own.

“this kid is gonna be the death of me.” with that in mind, you bolted after him. “wait up!”

yanqing didn’t dare slow down as he maneuvered his way through the artisanship commission — a favored place of his. for awhile he’d been eyeing a sword there, but sadly.. he’d spent his entire paycheck upon receiving it.

which for reference, was last week..

however, two days ago yuan had provided him with the necessary credits to purchase the blade. hence his pursuit for the antique store.

when his peridot eyes found his destination, they sparked with relief when they caught sight of the sword. his prayers had been answered! no one bought it!

he took the antique meticulously into his hands, as though afraid it could shatter if handled incorrectly, as he brought it up to the counter.

“sir yanqing, you’ve returned!” the storekeeper greeted, smiling brightly. “the sword’s been waiting for you the entire week! since no one has come to purchase it, it seems it was meant to be with you after all!”

the ice user let out a chuckle, folding his arms proudly across his chest . “it seems so!” he grinned before reaching into his pocket. “same amount as before?”

a nod. “same amount!”

relieved to hear it hadn’t gone up in price, yanqing continued his search.. only to come out empty handed.

the boy blinked in surprise, reaching into another pocket.. and nothing again.

“i must have left it at the estate!” he mentally scolded himself before looking up with a blush coating his cheeks. “i-i um.. left my wallet at home.. is there any chance you can hold onto the sword while i get it?” he asked, praying the shopkeeper would say yes, but his apologetic smile said otherwise.

“i’m sorry sir yanqing, it would go against the store policy since we’re an antique shop — you sort of find what you can get..”

the young prodigy paled, whispers entering his ears around him about the blade. if he left, someone was sure to take it!

“what to do, what to do..”

“yanqing, there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” you called out, glancing between the blond and the store clerk. “were you going to buy this?”

his eyes widened at your ability to have caught up so quickly. he thought he’d lost you amidst the twists, turns and teleportation! it seemed his methods in slipping away still needed work. he could only wonder how the general had perfected his so well.

parting his lips, yanqing felt the need to interrogate you on your abilities in finding him, but he closed them right after, his curiosity faltering. “it doesn’t matter, i left my credits at home so i can’t buy it.” he mumbled back, cheeks burning as the words left his mouth. how could he have made such a rookie mistake?!

a hum left your lips at his reasoning before you reached into your utility belt, pulling out a sum of credits you’d received just yesterday. “how much is the weapon?” you stepped forward, holding out the bills in your hand.

the blond nearly felt his jaw drop at your actions. were you going to pay for him?? he couldn’t allow that — it wasn’t right!

“w-wait, y/n! i can just get another one some other time!” he blurted, tugging on your wrist to pull you back.

however, you ignored him. “will this be enough or does it cost more?” you asked, refocusing your gaze on the shopkeeper — who looked almost dumbfounded. how much did cloud knights earn?!

“um- it will do, y-yes..” the owner answered quietly, popping the register open before grabbing a tote. “would you like a bag with that..?”

you looked towards your blond companion, nudging him out of his daze. “bag or no bag?”

“n-no bag..” yanqing answered quietly, taking the blade off the counter before sheathing it at his hip.

the walk to the estate was quiet, minus the rustling of the trees and gossiping of birds.

no wonder the general liked his naps so much, it was peaceful and much needed- considering his workload.

yanqing hadn’t spoken a word after saying he didn’t need a bag.

part of him was still disbelieved about it all. if it hadn’t been for you grabbing his wrist to guide him back home, he would’ve remained frozen in his place.

the silence didn’t matter to you though, your job of looking after yanqing was nearing its end. you could return to your post in about twenty minutes worry free.

“y/n, yanqing!” the general greeted at the gates, smiling that cat-like grin he always sported. “i was beginning to think something had happened that required me to save you both.” he teased, sliding his gaze over to his retainer’s hip before letting out a chuckle. “i see you went shopping. is that the one you’ve been eyeing?” he inquired gently, folding his arms comfortably over his chest.

the teen looked up at the albino haired male for a moment before lowering his eyes, shame overcoming him. “a-about that, i left my wallet here.. so y/n bought it for me.” he confessed, flushing like he did before. he felt bad to have you pay, after the way he behaved with you earlier.

and yuan had no issue picking up on this as he let out a hum. “really now?” he questioned softly, peering over at you for confirmation.

surprise crossed your features upon being addressed before you inclined your head. “he was worried someone would buy it if he left the store, so i paid. but it’s no issue at all! t-truly, general..”

the lightning user let out a hum. “i see. well i can’t let your kind actions go to waste.” he spoke up finally, raising a hand to his chin.

“that’s alright- consider it a gift.” you smiled awkwardly, waving your hands dismissively before flitting your eyes to the blond. “i hope the sword finds you well.”

yanqing felt his guilt creeping up on him as he watched you turn before he could say his thanks.

and then his voice found him. “w-wait..!” he blurted out, grabbing your hand, as you did previously to him. “you didn’t let me thank you properly..” the ice user spoke up, swallowing his embarrassment to look over at the golden eyed male beside him for permission. “can y/n stay over for dinner?”

“dinner?? with the general and his retainer?!” you shouted in your head, astonished that the boy was even asking such a thing when all he wanted was to get away from you.

“a-ah, yanqing that’s okay- it was a gift! therefore no payment is required.. and i don’t want to intrude.” your voice quieted at the last sentence, suddenly feeling flushed yourself.

you had a post to get back to and later a box of leftover takeout waiting for you at home. having dinner with the general and his apprentice was completely unheard of!

however, the general in question thought otherwise. “hmm.. i think the kid is right.” jing yuan finally said, lowering his hand to the arm over his chest. “you’re relieved of your duties for tonight. yanqing, show them in while i get dinner started.”

with that, the general was already walking through the gates into his grand estate.

and once more.. you were left to look after his retainer — or in this case, he was left to look after you.

“um.. this way.” the blond brought you out of your trance when he dropped your hand, moving a few steps ahead of you.

the walk was awkward to say the least, he was truly hoping for yuan’s assistance on this, but alas.. he had other plans.

perhaps this was yanqing’s punishment for forgetting his wallet behind. “have you visited here before?” he sliced through the silence, though not as cleanly as his swords would.

you slid your eyes to him, surprised to hear him speak, though you recovered quickly. “a few times to deliver messages, but never beyond the gates.”

the blond nodded in understanding. jing yuan was keen on not mixing home life with work, he liked to preserve his relaxing environment. which made sense, people came home to relax and get away from their job.

he continued onward with you, stopping at the small nook he normally spent time off in to grab what looked to be.. digital checkers?

your brows rose a little. despite yanqing arguing that he was not a child, he sure favored his games.

his eyes met yours — a wordless invitation.

it’s not like there was much to do. anything to pass the time ( and embarrassment ) will do.

“alright, dinner is ready!” the snowy haired general called, walking out with a crockpot in hand — a culinary achievement of his. “who’s hungr-”

“HOW?!” yanqing’s voice tore through his question, causing him to blink. his retainer wasn’t one for losing his cool around others; had he missed something?

you surveyed yuan at the doorway for a second before lowering your eyes to the blond, lifting your shoulders at his outburst. “beginner’s luck?” you asked with an innocent smile.

only, he wasn’t buying it. “no way-! then i demand a rematch to test that statement!”

“how about you let our guest eat first.” the general chimed in, chuckling softly when the boy sharpened up instantaneously. worked every time. “i see you and y/n have been quite busy in my absence.. perhaps i’ll have to try my luck with them as well.” he mused, winking over at you.

your face heated up at the gesture, not having anticipated that of your superior, but you tried not to think too much of it.

sure he was a smooth talker and incredibly handsome. you’d even caught that foxian ambassador selling his pictures once!

however you knew better than to become romantically attached. least of all with your, quote on quote, boss.

even so, you couldn’t help those butterflies that crept into your gut at that wink. it was heart-stopping.

you took the vacant seat the boys had left you- across from yuan, ironically. once again, you tried not to think much of it.

but how could you do that after his fingers brushed yours so delicately when you reached for the ladle?

the way his golden eyes fell to yours and that dreamy look on his face with that lazy smile. no wonder you kept away from the general, you wouldn’t survive a day!

yanqing eyed the exchange, glancing between you and his caretaker. something felt strange in the atmosphere, and at this point, he was rethinking his choices on inviting you to eat. this was.. embarrassing to witness, and he’d had enough of his own share already.

still, it would be rude to send you home or question his guardian’s actions.

that, and he couldn’t help this weird, fuzziness in his chest. the little kid in him that yearned for that familial feeling.

granted, jing yuan on his own was a father figure enough — but right now, sitting at the table between you both.. he couldn’t help the rush of emotions he felt all at once.

he wondered if maybe, you would come again to dinner if he asked you to.

notes. hi queen i was trying so hard to get this out on your birthday but i fr blanked out and the creative juices went dryer than sumeru’s desert😐 anyway i hope this was what you wanted?? went from where’s waldo ( yanqing ) to very fluffy dinner??? first time writing jing yuan AND yanqing too, so i am um.. concerned for the portrayal. but i hope it satisfies you! and happy happy birthdayyy mami, mwah<3

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[atomicladytimetravel]

Mirror Mirror

Summary: No Outbreak AU. After an upsetting encounter with a young girl at Sephora, Joel has to show his wife just how beautiful she is. Established relationship. No physical description of the character, just that she’s female and has hair long enough to gather into a ponytail. She = You. I just wanted to try a different format. Inspired by the many Sephora brat TikToks I’ve seen and my own depraved imagination. There may be a sequel later.

Warnings: Dom!Joel, Daddy kink (slight dd/lg vibes), throat fucking, choking, fingering, squirting, oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, spanking, mirror play, unprotected sex, creampie. So…just general depravity. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Word count: 3,692

This has been edited. I realized I missed a whole chunk of text 😩

“Joel, have you been using my good shampoo? I just bought this bottle and I’m almost out.”

Joel Miller’s wife appears behind where he’s sitting on the couch, shampoo bottle in hand. She walks around to stand in front of him, brandishing the mostly empty bottle.

“Oh…yeah,” he admits sheepishly. “I like the way it makes my hair look.”

“No wonder you’ve been extra irresistible lately,” she giggles, tousling his very soft hair. “I’m gonna make a run to Sephora to get more. I’ll just get a bigger bottle.”

She grabs her purse, gives Joel a swift kiss and makes her way out the door.

When she enters the store, she heads straight for the shampoo. She picks out the biggest bottle of Living Proof Perfect Hair Day they carry and starts to walk towards the checkout counter. She passes a Drunk Elephant display and notices that exactly one bottle of the coveted drops is available. She’s been wanting to try them and decides to grab one while it’s there. She reaches for the bottle, and her hand is about to close around it when another slightly smaller hand snatches it.

“Ha! Got it!”

She turns to see a girl who could’ve been no more than twelve holding the drops with a triumphant and smug grin.

“Wow, uh, okay. I was gonna buy that.”

“Looks like you’re not now,” the girl says. Before she struts away, she turns back and says: “By the way…no amount of makeup in this store is going to fix the ugly on your face.”

She’s taken aback by the girl’s unsolicited insult. She waits to see if the girl meets back up with a parent (or adult of any kind) but she doesn’t - she buys the Drunk Elephant drops and exits the store alone.

“Jesus, kids just do whatever the fuck they want now I guess,” she thinks to herself. She buys her shampoo and thinks about the interaction for the entire twenty minute drive back home.

Upon her arrival home, she kicks off her shoes in the foyer and makes a beeline for the bedroom.

“I’m just gonna put this away, I’ll be right back,” she tells Joel. She does put the shampoo away, but she can’t help but hold onto what the girl at Sephora said to her. Before meeting Joel, her confidence level was near zero. He spent a lot of time convincing her that she’s beautiful, but this little girl obviously saw something Joel doesn’t.

She stands in front of the beautiful antique mirror Joel had gotten her as an anniversary gift after she fawned over it at an antique store. She picks herself apart in the full length mirror, pinching skin between her fingers and looking for any sign of aging, no matter how subtle. The longer she looks, the more she hates what she sees. Her nose isn’t right, her skin isn’t clear enough, her pores are way too fucking big. Her bottom lip trembles and tears spill from her eyes. Defeated, she shuffles to the bed where she buries her face into a pillow to stifle her sobs. This is how Joel finds her. He rushes to her side, kneeling beside the bed and rubbing her back soothingly.

“Whoa, hey…what’s wrong love?”

She tearfully recounts what happened to her at Sephora and Joel’s face turns stoney. All the work he’s done to make her love herself, to see herself the way he does was all undone in an instant - and over a fucking bottle of overpriced skincare.

“It sounds like you’ve forgotten everything daddy taught you, huh little one? Maybe you need a reminder.”

She sits up on her elbow and looks at him incredulously through her tears.

“Does it really look like I want to fuck right now Joel? How can you even want to fuck me anyway? Look at me!”

“I always want you baby girl. Always,” he replies earnestly. Then, he lowers his voice and his tone becomes dominant. “And now, you’re gonna be a good girl and let daddy show you. Right?”

She can’t deny him when he speaks to her this way. His dominant affection for her never fails to get her going. She sits up fully and wipes her tears.

“Yes daddy,” she responds. He gets to his feet and takes her hand in his, leading her around to the foot of the bed. He stands her in front of the mirror and, standing behind her, slowly begins to undress her. He starts with her top, placing his hands at her sides and pushing the fabric up her body. She raises her arms so that he can pull the top off and he discards it somewhere to the side.

Next is her bra, and he makes light work of unclasping it. The straps fall off her shoulders and she lets the bra slide to the floor. He cups her breasts in his large hands, kneading them and pulling gently on her nipples. She moans softly, arousal overriding the self pity she’d been feeling. Joel’s eyes meet hers in their reflection and the look of pure adoration and love on his face makes her feel silly for her insecurities.

“Look how fuckin’ gorgeous my wife is,” he tells her, his lips right next to her ear. He kisses just below her earlobe and she tips her head to the side to allow him to nuzzle her neck. She shivers as he sucks her skin, leaving red splotches behind that will surely be purple later.

He hooks his forefingers into the waistband of her leggings (and, simultaneously, her panties) and drags them down around her feet. She steps out of them, kicking them away with the toe of one foot. He straightens up and admires her naked figure in the reflection.

“You see this body, hmm? I love this body.”

He brushes his fingertips up the curves of her hips and the sensation elicits another soft moan from her. He takes her jaw in his hand and turns her head for a kiss, his other hand dipping between her legs teasingly.

“Mm, wet already? And I’ve barely touched you,” he muses. He walks the two of them backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He sits and scoots back far enough to give her room to situate herself between his legs.

“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I play with your pretty pussy, okay?” he instructs. “I want you to see what I see.”

He rests his chin on her shoulder and she meets his eyes in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, not at me.”

Her eyes, which are still puffy from crying, shift back to her own reflection.

“Now, say ‘I’m a pretty girl.’”

She hesitates and he smacks one of her breasts. The action catches her off guard and she gasps, but an unmistakable pang of arousal follows the stinging and she whimpers quietly.

“Say it,” he commands harshly in her ear and this time, she obeys.

“I’m a pretty girl.”

“There’s a good girl,” he praises, now massaging the breast he’s just smacked. Soft, sensual kisses are pressed to her neck as his free hand squeezes the flesh of her inner thigh. “Spread your legs for me now.”

She opens her legs and he begins rubbing her clit slowly, teasingly. Her eyes flutter as pleasure takes over and he whispers a reminder to keep them open in her ear. She lets her eyes focus on her reflection and, to her immense surprise, she kind of likes what she sees. Her mouth is parted to let her breathy moans escape and her pupils are lust blown. Her eyes flit to where Joel is rubbing circles on her clit; his hands are beautiful and watching his long middle finger trace the sensitive bundle of nerves makes her eyes roll back.

“That is actually so hot,” she moans. He grins satisfactorily.

“I know it baby. Got me hard as a rock back here.”

He slides his finger into her slowly and she begs him for another. She attempts to watch as he fingers her in earnest, but her eyes eventually slip closed. It’s hard to keep her focus on the mirror when he’s making her feel so good.

“Keep those eyes open,” he warns. “Don’t wanna miss the best part.”

“S-sorry daddy. It just feels so good.”

“Mm, I can tell. You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside her that would’ve made her eyes fly open if they weren’t already glued to the mirror.

“Oh fuck,” she swears breathily. “Please keep going like that.”

He can see on her face that she’s almost at her peak. He brings his other hand to her throat and gives it a light squeeze. She likes how she looks with his hand around her neck and his fingers inside her. It makes her cunt throb that much more.

“Oh god…daddy I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

“Got no intentions on stoppin’,” he says in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. She feels the pressure building and with just a few more curls of his fingers, the coil snaps.

“Fuck!” she shouts. “I’m cumming…oh my god!”

He removes his fingers and a spray of fluid comes out of her. She squirts so hard that it hits the mirror. Her eyes roll back in spite of the effort she’s putting in to keep them open and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Joel rubs her clit furiously and doesn’t stop until she clamps her thighs around his hand.

“Jesus Christ baby, I love it when you do that,” he tells her before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “Did you see how pretty you look when you cum for me?”

She had, briefly. And she had to admit, it was pretty hot.

“Yes daddy,” she answers. She’s a little sheepish as she admits: “I kinda liked it.”

He chuckles at this.

“As you should baby girl.”

He kisses her and she reaches her hand behind her to squeeze the bulge in his sweatpants. He groans and she squeezes him just a little harder.

“Fuck, get on your knees for me,” he says. The two of them shuffle off the bed and she drops to her knees in front of him. He rids himself of his t-shirt and she yanks his sweats down. He’d forgone underwear and his cock springs free when the sweatpants go past his waist. He gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hand while she teases the tip of his cock. She drags her tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his shaft and he hisses.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me woman.”

She smirks, looking up at him and batting her lashes.

“Sorry daddy,” she giggles.

“Don’t let your newfound confidence get ya a punishment, princess,” he warns. Heeding this warning, she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock and takes him in until her nose touches skin.

“Ohhhh yeeeah,” he sighs, gripping her hair just a little tighter. “Love that mouth baby.”

She bobs her head back and forth a few times, pushing him a bit deeper down her throat each time. She gags just a little when he starts fucking her throat, but she’s able to recover.

“God, fuck yeah, swallow my cock baby. You’re so good at this.”

He thrusts forward a few more times before tugging on her hair and making her look up at him.

“What are you?” he demands.

“I’m a pretty girl,” she gasps, voice horse from having his cock in her throat. He taps her lips with his tip and she opens obediently, allowing him to continue fucking her throat. Tears spill down her cheeks as she gags.

“That’s right; and whose pretty girl are you?”

He takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to answer, “Yours sir!” before shoving it back in.

“God damn right. Good girl,” he praises as he continues to fuck her face. The ache between her legs becomes too much to bear and she slides a hand between them to play with her clit. Joel doesn’t miss this and he moans at the sight.

“You like getting your throat fucked, huh baby girl?”

She manages to make a sound akin to “uh-huh” and he chuckles through his nose.

“My good fuckin’ slut.”

She gasps for air when he pulls his cock out of her mouth, drool connecting her lips to his tip. He runs his thumb across her puffy bottom lip and smiles at her affectionately.

“Fuck baby, that’s a stunnin’ sight: red swollen lips and tears runnin’ down that pretty face,” he compliments. He bends down and kisses her roughly before helping her to her feet.

“I want you to come sit on my face,” he tells her. This is his favorite position to eat her out in and he insists on giving her multiple orgasms before even considering giving her (or himself) a breather. Not that she’s complaining.

“Don’t you dare hover,” he reminds her as he lies flat on the mattress. She straddles his face and lowers herself onto his outstretched tongue. He wraps his arms around the tops of her thighs, holding her in place as he flicks his tongue over her clit.

“That feels so fucking good,” she moans. Joel’s eyes are glued to her face in anticipation of the moment she falls apart. That moment is going to come sooner rather than later; it only takes about a minute of him swirling his tongue around her clit to make her cum. He doesn’t stop there, cleaning up one orgasm and reveling in the taste while simultaneously leading her to another. He laps at her pussy while she unashamedly rides his face, chasing her next orgasm.

“Oh my g - fuck, please I’m cumming again!”

He moans into her pussy and reaches a hand down to wrap around his cock. He’s so hard he can’t stand it any longer. He strokes himself as she writhes above him, being anything but quiet. She falls forward and grips the headboard to steady herself. Joel sucks on her now swollen clit relentlessly and she orgasms again. He feels an immense satisfaction as she ruts against his face, babbling about how she can’t stop cumming. After three consecutive orgasms, she feels that familiar pressure building and she knows she’s about to soak him down.

“G-gonna squirt,” she manages to warn him. She lifts off his face in enough time to not completely waterboard him with the spray coming out of her. She shouts profanities, her thighs trembling, and she hears the telltale signs of him jacking off furiously.

“God damn princess, you are so fuckin’ sexy,” he compliments through gritted teeth. She collapses onto her back with her legs squeezed together, trying to catch her breath and recover from the intensity of the last several orgasms.

“Are you good?” he asks, panting a bit himself.

“Yeah, I just need a few seconds,” she replies breathlessly. He sits up and rubs her leg soothingly as she recovers. When she’s ready, she relaxes her legs and lets them fall open. He settles between them on his knees and rubs her pussy with the tip of his cock. Her hips jolt upward, clit still sensitive. He does this a few times until she’s rubbing herself on him in desperation.

“Please put it in daddy, I need to feel you inside me,” she whines. He’s as desperate as she is and he fulfills her request without hesitation.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re soakin’ wet. My cock went in so easy. S-so good, so tight, fuck,” he babbles. She loves how vocal he is and it gives her a confidence boost to hear him whimpering because of her pussy.

“You feel how fuckin’ hard I am inside this little cunt baby doll?”

“God yes, you’re stretching me out so good.”

“That’s what you do to me - make me so hard it hurts. Why do you think I’m always pawin’ at ya, huh?”

The way he’s snapping his hips into her renders her unable to answer. All she can provide are pathetic moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She registers a smack across one of her breasts; the sting is delicious but the smack is still enough to get her attention.

“Answer,” he growls.

“Be-because…I - oh fuck - cause I’m a pretty girl,” she manages to answer.

“Atta girl. My beautiful…sexy…fuckin’…bombshell.”

He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips and she cries out each time. He fucks her harder and harder and she knows he’s determined to make her squirt again. She holds her legs back so he can go deeper and he leans in for a sloppy kiss.

“C’mon sugar, squirt all over me. Gimme that fuckin’ cum,” he says into her ear, his voice low and gravelly.

“Now, gonna cum now,” she pants in warning. He pulls out and she explodes, fluid coming out of her like a fountain and splashing against his chest. He rubs her clit with four fingers to prolong her orgasm while she writhes and shouts underneath him.

“Oh yeeeahh” he grits out when a few more spurts of fluid come forth. “Gimme all you got baby girl. Such a pretty little mess for me.”

When her hips still, he spreads her legs open once more and stuffs his cock back inside, going at it full force. He holds her under the crooks of her legs and grunts wildly as he chases his orgasm.

“You ready for my load baby? Daddy’s gonna fill this sweet little pussy so full.”

“Oh god yes, please fill me up daddy! Wanna be so full of you.”

“Oh fuck, here it comes. You’re makin’ me cum so hard,” he moans. He stills and shoots his load inside of her, groaning and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. She feels his cock pumping ropes of cum into her and his orgasm lasts for what seems like thirty seconds. When he pulls out, she doesn’t fail to notice he’s still hard. He flips her over on her stomach and pulls her hips back toward him.

“You see baby?” he says as he slides his cock back into her. “I’m still so fuckin’ hard. You make me crazy.”

He gathers her wrists behind her back in one hand and smacks her ass repeatedly with the other. All she can do is whine and whimper while he pounds into her relentlessly.

“Fuck yeah, take this cock. Daddy’s pretty slut,” he mumbles. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling slightly as he fucks into her forcefully.

“Who’s it for baby, huh? Who does this little pussy belong to?”

“Y-you daddy, belongs to you.”

“Damn right darlin’.”

Her hands grip the sheets beneath her hard enough to pull them off the corner of the mattress as he brings her to yet another orgasm. She’s lost count of the orgasms at this point.

“Look at how fuckin’ good we look baby,” he grunts, directing her attention to the mirror once more. She looks at their reflection and the sight is erotic. Joel’s body is flush, sweat droplets forming at his hairline. One hand is in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Her breasts bounce with each of his thrusts forward and both of their eyes are wild with lust.

“Oh fuck…so hot,” she moans.

“Yeah? Does my pretty wife like watching herself take daddy’s cock?”

“Yes sir!”

“And you take it so well, too. God, you’re so pretty with me inside.”

“D-daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Nu-uh baby, wait for me this time.”

“Daddyyyy,” she whines.

“Don’t you cum until I say so,” he growls. As he chases his orgasm, his thrusts speed up and make it almost impossible for her to obey him.

“Look at me,” he commands. She lifts her eyes and meets his in the mirror and it’s all she can do not to cum right then.

“Please daddy, please! I need to cum, fuck, please!” she begs.

“I know baby, I know. Doin’ so good for me. Just a little longer, you can do it.”

He lets go of her hair and grips both hips so that he can pull her back to meet his thrusts. He can’t stop watching his gorgeous fucking wife take his cock in the mirror. She’s biting her bottom lip, her expression a mixture of pleasure and concentration as she attempts to stave off the orgasm she so desperately wants to have. His cock twitches inside her and she knows that he’s close.

“Cum for daddy now baby. Oh god, let me see you cum.”

She relaxes and lets the coil snap. Her vision goes white as her eyes roll back. She cries out and she hears Joel saying filthy things while he pumps her full of cum again.

“Yeah, that’s right, take this cum. My little cum slut. Fuck, I’m cumming so much.”

When both their orgasms subsided, he pulls out gingerly, his cock sensitive and spent. Her pussy is the same, red and puffy and still throbbing. They both fall onto the mattress, breathing heavily. She flips so that she’s facing him and gives him a soft smile.

“Thank you,” she says. He returns her smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“For the confidence boost or the dick?” he jokes. She giggles.

“Both.”

“You always have been, always will be, the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he tells her sincerely. He places his hand on her cheek and kisses her sweetly. “The only thing I can think of that would make you even more beautiful is if you’d let me put a baby in here.”

He pats her stomach and looks at her hopefully. Her face breaks out into a grin.

“You wanna have a baby with me, huh?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“It’s settled then,” she says, snuggling into him. “We’ll try for a baby.”

[mlink64]

Sharing Clothes/Accessories

WC ~1200

Yeonjun

-Sharing crop tops and accessories

-OFC he’s gonna borrow your clothes since he likes androgynous looks

-You always roll your eyes when you see him wearing your clothes but you secretly think he looks really hot

-Usually, he borrows your crop tops because they don't usually sell them “for men”

-(Not that it stops him from buying them tho) 

-Tbh that’s pretty much all he can fit in of yours clothing-wise

-Buuuuut he also borrows your jewelry a lot

-Like a lot a lot

-The type to buy a piece of jewelry and say it’s for you but it’s secretly for him too

-The two of you love to go to antique stores and thrift shops when you have free time and look for unique jewelry and accessories

-Though he wears your clothes every once in a while, you wear his too and it does make him soft and gooey

-Especially when you wear his t-shirts and no pants because he thinks it’s cute and sexy

-He loves lending you his beanies because they’re really big on you and fall over your eyes and ears so that sometimes only your nose peeks out

Soobin

-Button-ups and cardigans

-You love layering his button-up tops over t-shirts

-Or just wearing the button-up as is

-If you’re just relaxing you like to just lounge around in his tops w/o bottoms

-You’re always cute and comfy but he finds it really sexy and kind of provocative

-You love that they’re light and loose and smell like him

-Depending on how many buttons you have undone you can get him really flustered if you’re in a teasing mood

-When you do wear his button-ups in public it makes him feel really happy and low-key cocky/manly because it shows that you’re taken

-When you just randomly throw them on its one thing but when you purposely style an outfit with one of his shirts he thinks it’s the cutest and most mind-blowing thing

-Many of the same things apply to you when borrowing his cardigans

-They’re the epitome of the boyfriend cardigan on you

-Really long and cozy

-You probably steal his cardigans the most tbh because of the whole vibe

-You always wind up with sweater paws and it makes this man weak I tell you

-Sometimes when you miss him you sleep with one of the soft, cozy cardigans 

Beomgyu

-Tee shirts

-This mans has a lot of tee shirts

-He finds you ridiculously cute in his tees

-Since he tends to wear baggy shirts they’re massive on you

-Especially the sleeves 

-He also finds it kind of sexy when the neckline is really big and slips off/down your collarbones and shoulders

-He often asks you to wear his clothes, saying you look so cute in them

-He always gets hella soft when he sees you in his clothes and he can’t keep his hands off of you but in a chaste, innocent way

-Always giving you back hugs, holding your hand, rubbing your legs, literally whatever part of you he can reach he’s touching

-Playful pecks anywhere on your bare skin

-He especially loves it when you relax around the house/dorm in one of his tees and a pair of spanx/workout shorts

-When the other boys are around you always pull the shirt up and tuck it in so you can see that you are indeed wearing pants

-Which often leads to the little shit pulling the shirt out again to hang about your thighs

-If you protest, mentioning something about the other members he’ll roll his eyes and smirk

- “Well they shouldn’t be looking at my baby like that in the first place” 

Taehyun

-Jackets and scarves

-Always giving you his jackets when you’re out because you get cold really easily

-He’s kind of extra when it comes to keeping you warm, as he sees it as a really easy, basic thing he can do for you

-When you two are out and it’s chilly he will hold your hands between his own to keep them warm or he’ll cup your cheeks if they’re all wind-bitten

-He also will hold your hand(s) in your/his jacket pockets

-He acts like it’s a ‘burden’ or ‘chore’ to take care that you stay warm but he’s actually soft af for it because you just make him feel melty and happy all the time

-He thinks you look super cute and even smaller than usual in his coats, they’re usually big on him so they’re massive on you 

-If you’re both cold, he will pull you into his chest so that he can wrap his coat around you as well 

-He just kind of does it without saying anything and lowkey ignores you because he’s actually super mushy and flustered

-But you can always tell because you can feel his heartbeat as you press your cheek against his chest to get as close together as possible 

-If anyone says anything he says it’s to share body heat or he just glares at them

-But if you watch a little bit longer you’ll see him try (and fail) to hide his soft, loving smile 

Hueningkai

-Hoodies all day every day

-He has so many hoodies that if you steal one, chances are he won’t even notice

-This boy will literally beg you to wear his hoodies tho

-He just finds you ridiculously adorable in them

-Especially when you have sweater paws

-He will probably squeeze his hands into the armhole and grab and hold your hands while in the sleeves

-Sometimes if you’re in a particularly silly/giggly mood you’ll pull your arms up so he can’t grab your hands 

-Which results in him winding up wearing the sleeves and squishing you into a hug

-Like Beomgyu, he also can’t help but be very touchy and affectionate with you when you’re all tiny in his clothes

-All he wants to do is snuggle with you because you look so cozy

-He loves it when you do the thing where you bring up the hood and kiss him behind it all sneaky-like even though anyone who sees you two will know that you’re kissing 

-Whenever you’re sad he always wraps you up in one of his hoodies and cuddles with you

-Sometimes if you’re really sad you’ll pull the hood up and pull the string so that you’re entirely cocooned in the sweater

-If he sees you like this he knows that something is wrong

-If he’s wearing a hoodie and puts his hands in the pocket you often wiggle your own into the pocket as well and hold his hands

-He will definitely do the same to you

-He sometimes puts  his hands into the hoodie, not in a sexual way but just to touch your skin

-Will 100% do the thing where you’re both wearing hoodies and you tie the strings together and pull so that you’re both all squished into the hoods

-The pair of you will also play fight with the sleeves, swinging them around like nunchucks

-If he bops you in the face you always pretend that it hurt and he falls for it every time

-He’ll stop immediately and come over to check on you and apologize, then when he gets close you strike, tackling him in a huge hug

[terrence-silver]

As a lover of the darker Terry Silver vibes myself, do you have any headcanons that you don't often see in the fandom? Do you think he will get any love in the new season? And as a lurker follower, I love your blog and I hope you're doing well!

Sidenote sometimes I like to think of trophys he collects of his 'fallen enemies'. I was thinking it could be business cards of people whose careers he's ruined or something like that.

I don't think there's a point without Terry Silver (and John Kreese). 🤷‍♀️

I mean, the show is literally called Cobra Kai. They're its founders. It's right there, in the title. The series is not called Miyagi-Do, Eagle Fang, The Adventures of Auto Larusso, The Anoush Spinoff Show or The Sordid Teenage Love Polycule. It's Cobra Kai, primarily and everything else second. Terry and John are the entire reason everything in this whole saga came to be in the first place. I think Terry Silver not being showed love or even appearing in Season 6 is literally the biggest blunder the show creators could possibly make and I'll feel very sorry for them if they do.

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Now, unto those headcanons!

I think Terry Silver collects trophies from fallen enemies too; sure.

Their business cards --- why not.

Lets open our minds though and think of the bigger picture, though:

Maybe even taking it a step further, and it's their actual businesses he collects. Their life's work. The corporations he's tanked are corporations he buys out now that they're bankrupt (thanks to his covert sabotaging) at half price, no less, because the owners are desperate to sell their shares by any means and he's a benefactor here to rid them of their own property (how kind), so Terry Silver owns a whole bunch of franchises he never needed, but ones he feels he's earned nonetheless through his cunning and ingenuity because, to vaguely quote him, in war, in business, in life --- all's fair. That is, when he ain't out there setting them on fire like he did with Mike's furniture store. But, extreme situations require extreme measures and that was indeed an extreme measure, according to Terry, anyway. It's competitive sport and he's winning. He collects rare antiques, weapons, the occasionally gruesome historical artifact, avant garde installations, social points, vintages, old wines, jewelry, cars, mansions, suits, expensive revenue.

Revenue someone else was desperate to buy but he got there first.

He's the man smiling at you at an auction as he willfully outbids you.

Might even come to shake your hands afterwards and wish you better luck next time.

Anything someone else wanted, he has. Anything an enemy used to possess? He will surely acquire and take that too, with double and triple the tenacity, until the enemy has nothing left. Be it an enemy's livelihood. Their business. Their real estate. Their cards. Their money. Their freedom. The respect they garner in society, if any. The teeth from their mouth to embed into a pinkie ring on his finger. Their children. Their husbands. Their wives. Terry Silver's like a great, big hunter and ultimately, it'll all end up displayed on a figurative wall of his achievements and war trophies. Oh, look; he even canonically intended to do something similar with Daniel's own children:

Who's to say Auto Larusso, Miyagi Do, Daniel's own marriage, his social standing, each and every one of his students, every friendship and connection Daniel ever had and his very own sanity wouldn't be next up for the grabs? Who's to say Daniel wouldn't just encounter Terry Silver chatting it up with Lucille Larusso who finds him awfully swell next? Move in to befriend the man own's mother? Why not? What could be lower and more humiliating then one's own parent turning against them? Undoubtedly, from personal experience, Terry can't think of anything else and he relishes in the idea.

It'll look great on Terry's list of collected accolades.

Terry Silver's gonna collect an enemy's very life until there's only ashes left.

Then, he's gonna collect the ashes too.

[waywardxrhea]

Part Thirty-Nine: First Dates

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence.

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Emma and Steve go on their first official date!

After a few weeks of going to the support group, talking with the others more, and keeping Steve in the loop of all her emotions, Emma finally feels that she is ready to get back out in the world. Although they no longer had to work job after job to get by, while Emma locked herself away from the world, Steve had gone out and gotten a job at the local antique store.

One afternoon Steve is telling an intrigued customer the real story behind a World War II antique when the bell to the store rings as someone walks in. "Welcome in," Steve calls before continuing his story.

After finishing the story, the customer eagerly buys the product before walking out the door, saying, "Thank you so much, Captain Rogers. I'll cherish this forever!"

"It's no problem," Steve chuckles. This had turned into the usual experience around the store once people heard that Steve was working there. It was a win for everyone though because Steve gets to relive his life before the ice, the customers get a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and the store gets more business. Interactions like this and knowing he gets to go home to a loving girlfriend are the things that keep Steve going some days.

Steve starts to leave the front counter to go find the person that had wandered in when the customer comes up to him. "Hey Cap," Emma calls to him while holding up a bag. "I thought you could use some lunch."

Steve smiles and comes around the counter to give Emma a hug. "Thank you," he tells her.

Emma puts the food on the counter and turns to go, saying, "I shouldn't keep you from the other customers."

Steve grabs her hand and squeezes it, saying, "You're my number one, no one comes before you. Stay and eat with me?"

"Okay," Emma replies. "I'll get my food from the car and I'll be right back."

So Emma gets her food and comes back inside to sit at the front counter with Steve while they both eat their lunch. In the middle of their meal, Steve thinks out loud, "You know...I've never taken you out on a proper date. We've been in hiding for so long and then well...you know..."

"Huh, I've never thought about that," Emma says.

"Well how about this Friday night?" Steve asks with a smile. "We can go somewhere in Brooklyn or Manhattan and then make our way to Central Park!"

Emma can't help the giddy smile that makes its way into her lips as she nods and says, "I'd really enjoy that." Steve keeps his eyes on Emma for a few seconds so she cocks her head and asks, "What?"

"I just missed that beautiful smile of yours," Steve whispers.

"Oh Steve," Emma replies and feels her cheeks heat up in a blush. She turns away out of instinct to keep him from seeing her flushed face and sees a customer coming up to the counter.

The customer places a vase onto the counter and Steve asks, "Is that gonna be all for today?"

"Yes sir," the young man replies. "I've got a lady to impress tonight and I want a proper vase for her flowers"

Emma looks at the vase and thinks that it looks familiar. "You know, I think that vase actually has some historical significance to this town," she says as she studies the vase.

"How can you tell?" Steve asks curiously.

"It just looks so familiar. When I was younger and I interned with the local paper I got lots of history lessons from the other writers. They showed me around town and this looks just like something I saw in pictures dating back to when the town was founded."

"Would you mind if we make some calls to see if that's true?" Steve asks the customer.

"Not a problem," he replies.

After a few phone calls and getting a town historian into the store, they decide that Emma's hunch was right about the piece. It was used in the courthouses back when the town was founded. With that confirmation, the customer leaves happy and with a story about the vase for his girl.

"Good eye, Em," Steve tells her after he's gone. He thinks for a second and then says, "Hey what if you got a job here too? Business would go crazy having someone who knows a bit about the town's history here and all."

"That plus mister I was in World War II," Emma teases.

Steve chuckles and hugs Emma. As she hugs him back he tells her, "I also missed your jokes and teasing."

"I'll try to make sure they stay around," she replies.

After Steve and Emma finish up their lunch she stands, saying, "Now that I think about it, I need some sort of gift for that couple I used to clean for. I'm...I'm not sure if they're even still around but I want to go over and see. I would still like to help them out if they still are, but I also would need to tell them who I really am so I feel like a gift is in order."

"That sounds like a great idea," Steve says with a nod. So he leads Emma around the store to help her find something suitable for the occasion.

After Emma pays for the gift and Steve wraps it up for travel, she heads over to the couple's place. Emma takes a deep breath and knocks at the door when she arrives. After a few seconds, the door opens to reveal the woman with whom Emma can assume is her daughter.

"Can I help you?" the woman asks.

Emma tries to find the proper words to say and finally decides on, "Hey Mrs. Green. This is gonna sound super weird and crazy, but I'm the girl who cleaned your house for a while. I know I look different, but... it's me. I just wanted to check in on you and see if you still needed help around here."

"Emily?" the woman asks with furrowed eyebrows.

Emma laughs a bit and says, "Well my real name is Emma."

A look of recognition hits the old woman and she exclaims, "Wait you're Gail and Dave's little girl aren't you? You were reported missing for years after that bombing in Vienna!"

"Oh wow I didn't know anyone knew me that way," Emma replies.

"Everyone around here knows you that way honey! Come in come in! Marlene, make some tea will you?"

"Yes mom," the woman replies with a smile.

Emma and Mrs. Green make their way to the living room and sit down. "I brought you a gift, Mrs. Green," Emma tells her and holds out the bag. "I always noticed how you had some stuff from when this town was founded so I got you a restored plaque from the original courthouse."

"Oh that's wonderful sweetie," she gushes. "You know, you can call me Amanda if you want."

"Okay Mrs. Amanda," Emma replies.

"Ms. now..." the woman replies sadly. "Frank was one of the victims of the...what are they calling it now? The Blip?"

"Oh I'm so sorry," Emma replies sadly. "He was a great man."

"That he was," Amanda says with a small smile. "I miss him most days, but that's why Marley's here. She keeps me company. Her family were victims too."

"And now we have each other," Marley replies as she comes into the room with mugs of tea.

"Having a support system is a great thing to have," Emma replies. "For the longest time I took mine for granted because I couldn't snap out of the darkness I found myself in."

"I understand hun," Amanda replies.

The three women talk for a little while about everything that happened and how they've felt over the past year because of it. In the end, it's decided that Emma will come over once a week to help around the house but also so they can all just talk and keep each other company. Emma leaves the house that day feeling happy and looking forward to the rest of the week ahead of her.

Friday afternoon rolls around and Emma gathers up all of her things to get ready in the restroom outside her and Steve's bedroom. After taking a shower and shaving, she throws on a newly bought dress, does her makeup, and throws her hair into a cute updo. She looks at herself in the mirror, almost bouncing with excitement for her date with Steve.

Right as Emma finishes up her makeup touch-ups, there's a light knock on the bathroom door. She opens the door to reveal Steve in a nice blue button up and she smiles, telling him, "Well hello there handsome."

Steve opens his mouth to return the compliment but he's awestruck at Emma's beauty for a second. After gathering his thoughts, he finally manages to say, "Wow you look...gorgeous..."

Emma can't help the blush that makes its way onto her cheeks at the compliment which only endears Steve more. "Thank you, love," Emma replies bashfully.

"Here I got something for you," Steve tells her and reveals what he had been holding behind his back: a bouquet of a dozen white roses.

"Oh Steve, you didn't have to do that," Emma breathes.

"But as a gentleman taking his lady out on their first proper date I felt obliged to," he replies as he hands Emma the flowers and offers his arm for her to take. "I believe that our table at the restaurant should be ready right as we get into the city if we leave now."

"Sounds like a plan," Emma says with a smile.

She quickly puts the flowers in a vase before running back to meet Steve by the door. He offers his arm to her once more and escorts her to the truck where he opens the door for her to get in. "Oh, you're pulling out all the stops aren't you?"

"Anything for my favorite girl," he replies and kisses her hand before getting ready to drive.

Once Emma and Steve arrive at the restaurant and wait for their table, they see a familiar couple: Pepper and Tony, the former of which is pushing a baby stroller. Pepper notices Emma first and waves in greeting. As they approach Emma and Steve, Tony is the first to speak, saying, "Well if it isn't Captain Rogers and Miss Baker. It is still Miss Baker, isn't it? Spangles hasn't put a ring on it yet?"

Steve seems to get annoyed with the question, so Emma squeezes his hand before replying to Tony, "Yep, still Baker. How have you two been?" She then looks down at the stroller and smiles, asking, "And who may this little one be?"

"We've been good!" Pepper replies. She looks down at the baby in the stroller and adds, "This is little Morgan, our first addition to the family!"

"Oh isn't she precious?" Emma asks with a smile as she waves at the baby.

After giving Emma a moment with Morgan, Tony says, "Hey Baker, I'd...like to apologize."

Emma looks at him in slight confusion and asks, "Tony Stark apologizing? What happened to the self-assured guy who never apologizes?"

Tony raises his eyebrows and replies with, "Look I know I've never been the best at apologizing, but this here," he says while motioning at his little family with a smile. "This has changed me. And I would like to apologize for the things I said when I got back from being stuck in space for almost a month without food or water. All things considered, what I said was uncalled for."

Emma raises her eyebrows in an "I'm listening" way ready for his apology, hoping he wasn't being sarcastic because what he said about her did hurt.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I said about you regarding what happened in Vienna. It was uncalled for and I truly am happy that you're alive after that bombing. Knowing what happened now, I also understand why you ran off to be with Spangles here. You two really do care so much for each other and I didn't realize what kinds of crazy things love can make you do until I got this family of mine."

"Oh wow thank you, Tony," Emma replies. She looks at Steve and says, "I really was willing to risk everything to make sure he was okay after everything went down."

"And that's great,'' Tony tells her. "Good for you two for finally fessing up your feelings for each other. It was starting to get irritating that neither one of you said anything when it was so obvious."

"Tony!" Pepper laughs.

"What? I'm just saying!"

Steve chuckles and admits, "It did take a while to confess my feelings for her."

Everyone has a little laugh and then Pepper elbows Tony. They have a short conversation in whispers before Pepper speaks up, saying, "Hey Emma. I know it might be a stretch to ask this of you, but we just wanted to offer you a job back with Stark Industries if you want it. You could keep tabs on what everyone else is doing to monitor the aftermath of the Blip and all. Keep the public in the loop that we're still trying to find a solution no matter the odds. It'll keep morale up. You don't even have to make the trip up to the Compound, we could set you up with the tech to work remotely."

Emma looks at them in shock for a second and asks, "And you're sure you'd want me back on after I ran off for two years and you thought I was missing?"

"Do you want the job back or not? Because we can totally find another reporter," Tony says with his usual snark back in his tone.

"There he is," Steve mutters to Emma quietly without Tony noticing.

Emma giggles before telling Pepper and Tony, "I'd be glad to take the position back if you'd have me."

"Great!" Pepper replies with a smile. "I'll give you a call in a few days to get things going."

"Can't wait," Emma says.

Right as their conversation is ending, the hostess calls out, "Reservation for Rogers?"

"Well that's us," Steve says. "It was nice to see you two."

"You too Cap," Pepper replies as she takes Tony's arm to walk out of the restaurant. Tony still doesn't say anything to Steve directly while they walk out.

"Wow, still cold as ice huh?" Emma asks and Steve nods curtly in response. Tony seemed to be set in his opinion on Steve and didn't seem to be on the path to forgiveness anytime soon. As they walk to the table, Emma asks, "What do you think of me working as a reporter again? You seem apprehensive."

"It's just..." Steve starts to say. He pauses and thinks about his next words carefully. "It's just that you've been doing so well lately and I don't want you to go back into that headspace you were in before. I think that reporting on this stuff may take back any progress you've made - that we've made."

Emma nods and thinks on his words for a second before replying with, "How about we see how I am after a few weeks back and then reevaluate? Judging by my talks with Nat there isn't much in the way of progress anyways so there wouldn't be much to report on. It'll be fine, okay?"

Steve sighs and shoots Emma a look of concern, saying, "As long as you're sure..."

"I promise I'll back out if I get back into that headspace," she tells him as they sit at the table. After giving their drink order, Emma reaches across the table to grab Steve's hand. She squeezes it and smiles as she tells him, "But let's not worry about that, or the past, or what may happen in a few weeks okay? Tonight let's focus on us. Right here and now."

"You got it," he replies with a smile.

After this exchange, Emma looks out the window they're sitting by and says aloud, "I really miss the city some days, the lights are gorgeous."

While he missed it too, Steve doesn't take his eyes off Emma while she looks out at the city lights with stars in her eyes. Smiling, he tells Emma, "Sure, the city lights are pretty, but I've got the best view in town right across from me."

It takes Emma a moment to realize what he had said and when she does register it, she feels her cheeks become tinted red. Emma hides her face in her hands which only makes Steve's smile bigger. After a few seconds, Emma gets over the comment and looks into Steve's eyes, saying, "I'm really glad we get these moments together."

"Me too," Steve agrees. He then sighs and adds, "I really don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't made it..."

"Hey now let's not think like that okay?" Emma asks softly. "What matters is that we're here together right now about to have a wonderful first official date!"

After a delicious dinner and dessert, Steve and Emma take a walk around Central Park for a little while before heading back home. When they get back to the lodge, Steve rushes to Emma's side of the truck and opens the door for her. Once she's out of the car, he leans down to kiss Emma softly.

Emma smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms around the back of his neck to bring him closer. After a few seconds, Steve moves to pepper some kisses on her neck before picking her up off the ground bridal style. Emma giggles and says, "I don't know what's gotten into you but I'm definitely not complaining Mr. Romantic."

"I have a surprise for you that's all," Steve tells her while he carries her up the front steps. "Now close your eyes, I want you to be surprised."

Emma laughs and obliges, holding onto Steve a bit tighter as she loses her sense of sight. After a few moments of moving through the house, Steve opens the door to their bedroom and helps Emma stand back on her feet before telling her to open her eyes. When she does open them, what is revealed is her and Steve's bedroom covered in rose petals and tea-light candles all over.

Emma can't help the smile on her face as she turns to hug Steve. "Oh Steve, this is...wow! When did you have time for this?"

Steve chuckles and replies with, "Well I had a feeling you'd take a while to get ready so I did this while you were doing that. Do you like it?"

"I love it," Emma replies and wraps her arms around the back of Steve's neck once more as he leans down to kiss her.

After a few seconds, Steve pulls away to look into Emma's eyes. He cups her face in his hands and tells her, "And I love you," before kissing her deeply. In an effortless move, Steve picks Emma up and gently pushes her against the wall while kissing her passionately, just wanting to be with her.

Emma's breathing picks up as Steve moves to kiss her neck once more. She runs her hand through his hair and whispers, "I love you too," before bringing his lips back to her own. The two then carry on in pure bliss, the best way to end their first official date.

a/n: ahh finally a cute fluffy one again! i missed the fluff!

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[baroquebucky]

the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in every and any love language possible

word count: 1.6k

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a/n: hi hi guys !! hope u all enjoy this i went overboard again srry for any typos !! :]

Bucky loved you. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, the way you cooked, the way you laughed, the way you talked. He loved every aspect of you, even when you were cranky and would stomp away from him in a fit of anger, he loved you.

You loved Bucky. You loved everything about him, the way he bit his lip when he was frustrated, the way he leaned on everything when he was standing, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, how he would take deep breaths when he was upset about something. You loved every aspect of him, even when he would try to shut you out and deal with things on his own.

1) gift giving

“I’ve read all the reviews it’s supposed to be so good, i hope it isn’t overhyped or ill be really upset” you pouted, setting some brownies on a plate for Bucky, putting the plate in his hand without him even asking. He smiled, thanking you silently.

“it looked good from the trailer you showed me” he spoke, eyes trained on the brownies in hand, he just wanted to eat them already.

“buck i baked the brownies for you, eat them” you laughed softly and he blushed, immediately going for a bite, chewing for a second before stopping.

“that bad huh?” You joked, about to make another comment when he cut you off, shaking his head and swallowing his bite, going in for another right after. Within seconds the piece in his hand was gone.

“oh?” You grinned and threw his head back, moaning dramatically as he finished eating the piece.

“this is the best brownie I’ve ever had in my whole life” he spoke, his face serious as he stated you in the eyes, getting up and kissing your face all over.

“Bucky!” You laughed, shoving him slightly, a smile on his face.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but i saw this at the store and-” Bucky began, knowing you were gonna be upset he bought you something when you told him the brownies were just out of love.

“James!” You scolded him, trying to look angry but failing as a smile creeped onto you face, eyes landing on the bag he held in his hand.

“Cmon baby you’ll love it” you let out a sigh, a grin playing on your lips as you opened the bag, eyes landing on a pretty notebook and your grin grew wider.

“i know you said you wanted to start journaling so” he motioned to the book and you smiled, cheeks hurting.

“thank you bucky i love it” you kissed his cheek before setting the notebook on the table, sitting on the couch next to him and turning on the movie.

Bucky always bought you little things, he loved visiting antique shops and almost every time he brought back something to give you. His excuse being one of three:

“it was too cute to not get!”

“it made me think of you and so i had to get it”

“i figured i could have it as decoration or you would find some use for it”

You told yourself next time he bought you a gift you wouldn’t take it, and every time your heart melted at his actions and you couldn’t help it.

You would be a hypocrite, considering how often you also bought bucky little things. Getting his his favorite snacks and fruit, buying him shirts and jackets when you went shopping because you knew he’d been wanting some, getting him small decoration items because he wanted to decorate his apartment and buying him candles knowing he loved having his apartment smell nice.

2) acts of service

You and Bucky could either have nothing to do or have no time to breathe, no in between.

Bucky loved helping you when you were stressed, he loved knowing he was helping you stress out less.

He would help you with anything he could, cooking for you, helping you with your work, helping with daily chores so you wouldn’t have to worry about them and you could focus on your tasks.

You loved helping Bucky when he was busy. Being an avenger was tough work and you knew how exhausted bucky would get. You just wanted him to relax when he had the chance.

You would buy his groceries along with yours when has barely returned from a mission, bruised and battered, making him breakfast in bed and stocking his fridge and pantry. You would help clean up his wounds, scolding him when he didn’t want to, saying he would be fine and he just wanted to cuddle you.

When you were both busy you still found ways of helping each other, always trying to decrease the others load, wanting nothing but happiness for each other.

3) quality time

When you both had nothing but time you spent it together. Doing work silently, watching movies or tv shows, baking and cooking together, playing board games, anything you could think of.

Both of you loved going out to the park, walking hand in hand and enjoying the cool breeze, sitting down to watch the sunset and smiling at each other when he was caught staring at you.

You would have some spare painting supplies lying around from the time you had a bob ross night with the team, gathering them up and painting with Bucky for the night.

40’s music filling the air as the two of you talked and painted, ignoring everything except each other.

4) physical touch

Bucky was touch starved, he wanted to be held and loved.

And you did just that.

You peppered Bucky in kisses, holding hand and playing with hair, cuddling him any chance you got. You would sit next to him and lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

Bucky would always be holding you, having his hand on your thigh while he drove or hold your hand when you went out together, sometimes just linking your pinkies together. He would drape and arm around your waist when you slept next to him, holding you securely and protecting you from the world.

Bucky loved running his fingers through your hair, braiding it absentmindedly at times, kissing your forehead when he finished.

He loved kissing you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your face because he loved hearing you giggle, quieting you with a gently kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping you in his arms.

You would hold Bucky when he was upset, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You would let him be the little spoon at times and hold him tightly, making sure he knew you weren’t gonna leave him.

5) words of affirmation

Bucky needed reassurance sometimes and that was okay, you were more than happy to tell him how much you loved him.

“you’re doing amazing bucky I’m so proud of you” you would tell him, looking him in the eyes and pulling him into your arms.

“i love you so much lovebug, you mean so much to me” he would stare at the ground, refusing to believe how lucky he was. But you would always gently lift his face, look him in the eyes and assure him that you loved him.

Sometimes he would have a rough day on a mission, he would be upset and cranky, ending your calls short as opposed to his usual bubbly and excited ones that could go on for hours. You would send him some texts, hoping to boost his mood

i love you and i know you’re doing your best

im proud of you, can’t wait for you to come home to me <3

Bucky loved them, his mood always lifting after reading them.

He would always reassure you, when you were sad, upset or just in a bad mood. He would remind you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you, telling you how far you’d come and how much you’d achieved.

“you’re so amazing and so talented angel, you can get through this” he told you, helping you get through the absurd amount of work you had.

When he was away for long periods of times he would have letters he left for you, telling you to open them on certain days so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Writing to you and telling you how much he loved you, wishing he was there to tell you himself.

Sometimes you got in your head after arguing, Bucky was always there to help you out.

“do you still love me” you whispered, eyes red and teary. You had argued an hour ago and had yet to speak to each other, giving yourselves space to calm down.

Bucky was upset, but he immediately softened at your words, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his chest, stroking your hair softly so you could calm down.

“you’re mine angel, you have me forever” he whispered, “of course i love you baby, nothing is ever gonna change that, especially not one argument.”

You both apologized, talking everything out and spending the night cuddled up. Bucky telling you how much he loved you and you telling him all he meant to you.

Five languages of love.

You thought you would only speak one, maybe two.

Bucky thought he could never learn to speak any again.

You were both wrong.

When it came down to your love for bucky and his love for you, both of you spoke all five languages, and you spoke them well, never failing to remind the other just how much you loved them.

[mariustears]

When their partner dies in an NXX incident

Note: I have unfortunately chosen violence today and you're all gonna suffer with me.

It all happened so quickly, you were both on your way back from a NXX case related crime scene that happened in an alleyway on the outskirts of the city. You both gathered enough info to rule out a few possibilities and were now talking about what may have happened. Until suddenly you heard footsteps coming closer, they were quick, too quick for him to push you away before it was too late. Gunshots. There was no time to see who it was, all he could focus on was your body falling to the ground, lifeless.

Marius von Hagen

No, no this couldn't have happened. You were just standing next to him, happily talking about how you two may have learned enough to figure the case out. But now all he saw while looking at you were your lifeless eyes staring back at him.

Marius doesn't want to let your body go, even when police arrives. What if this was all just a joke? What if you were fine? This couldn't be real, right? If he let your body go now then he knew that the reality of the situation would set in. He couldn't let you go.

He's going to spend days just looking at pictures of you two being happy. Hours spent just wishing for him to be able to relive those memories, to see you smile at him just one more time.

He's going to spent hours trying to paint something for you. A rose, he remembered that you liked roses. Or the lanterns at the festival, you even asked him to paint them for you. He drew your favourite thing! Now please come back to him.... don't leave him, please don't leave him.

Every time he sees something in a store that he knows you liked he will buy it to bring it at your grave. It's full of small items, paintings and flowers. He visits it every day, wishing that perhaps some day you'll greet him when he comes back home.

Hey... I drew this small painting for you. I know it won't be able to fully capture the beauty of the lanterns but I hope you like it nonetheless. I also got you this hairclip, it have looked so pretty on you... please come back, I promise I'll be a good boy, just please let me see you smile again

Vyn Richter

Vyn considered himself to be able to handle quite a few things, it's important in his field after all. But nothing could have prepared him for the way you gasped for air while you were slowly dying in his arms, it wasn't a quick death, but too quick for there to be any chance of you surviving before an ambulance could arrive.

He spends months unable to do his job, no matter how hard he tries to visit a patient, he can't eat or sleep properly anymore. How can he help others when he can't even help himself?

He tries everything he can to stay positive, you wouldn't have wanted him to feel so horrible, after all. But he starts blaming himself, what if he was quicker to react? What if he did a better job at stopping the blood flow?

After a while he resumes his job and he visits your grave as often as he can. He spends hours, no matter if it's sunny or raining, telling you about some things you need to know as a psychiatrist, he remembers you being interested in his courses and while you may not be able to see them with your own eyes again, he tries his best to teach you even now, hoping that you're somehow listening.

I remember you being fascinated with this specific subject so I thought I could prepare a few notes for you, we wanted to go over it together a few days after... but I could tell you a few things about it now, if you'd like. I believe that I even have a book about it that I could bring you next time.

Artem Wing

No... not again... this can't be happening again...

He tries so hard to bring you back while the ambulance sound comes closer and closer but it's too late, you were gone by the time they arrived.

He won't be able to attend any NXX meetings for weeks and he even considers quitting for a while. But then he realises that he has to find the person who did this to you. He knows that it won't bring you back but it's the least he can do now.

Artem spends all of his nights on the case. He drowns himself in as much work as he can to, at least temporarily, forget the images of your lifeless body laying on the ground next to him that have been haunting his mind for months.

After work he comes to your grave every day, telling you about movies he knows you would have liked and bringing you your favourite flowers.

There was a new movie aired in the cinema a few days ago, it was quite good. I would have liked to watch it with you, I'm sure you would have enjoyed it too. There are so many things that I'll never be able to enjoy with you by my side anymore...

Luke Pearce

It all happened so quickly, he was able to catch you before you hit the ground and asked you if everything was okay, if you're hurt, until he sees the blood. He tries his best to stop the bleeding but it just ended up being more and more until your body got colder and colder. One moment you were standing next to him, laughing about a joke he made, and the next you're in his arms, his tears slowly falling onto your lifeless body.

He blames himself for months. He had promised to protect you for as long as he could. You were supposed to outlive him. And now he was the one crying at your grave for hours over hours. If only he wouldn't have let you join him.

Luke spends a long time in the antique store making small trinkets and other small things he knew you liked for you every weekend. He hopes that you're able to find joy in them even if he won't be able to see your reaction to them.

He had nightmares about it for years, no matter what he tried, the images always haunted him. He didn't protect you. He broke his promise. And now you were gone. The person who he spent his childhood with, the person who he laughed and cried with. The person he loved. Gone. Just like that.

I made this little trinket for you, please take good care of it, okay? It's supposed to protect you wherever you are right now. I wish I could have given it to you earlier... I'm sorry...

[devildomdreams]

First Dates (Asmo & Satan)

Satan: 

Makes it VERY clear that he’s asking you for a date when he invites you, will hold your hand the entire time so nobody else is confused either

Takes you to his favorite antique store. He tells you he’s sure you’ll find something to pique your interest

Little do you know he already came here earlier in the week to check it out himself, making sure the owner puts out something especially for you

“Oh, you like that? I didn’t even see it. I’ll buy it for you, so don’t worry.” 

You’ll walk around town afterwards, probably hanging out in a small café

He likes looking at your satisfied face. He notices every little nuance and is in love with every single one

He’s not a subtle person at the end of it all, he’ll lay it all out for you. Every single things he likes about you and why. It’s almost an essay level of organization, actually. He’s thought about it. A lot

If you don’t make the first move he definitely will, asking if you’ll let someone like him kiss someone like you

Asmo:

Also specifies that this is indeed a date. He’s very affectionate just as a baseline so he wants to make sure that you know this is special, for the both of you

Prepare for a very very busy day, he’s gonna make sure you’re all out pampered. Spa, shopping, high class cafes, the works. 

And more than that, he carries all the bags for you, no matter how much you insist.

“Oh, please, darling! I’m a demon, after all. I can handle a little bag or two!” give him a kiss for being so strong

Does eventually start complaining that he’s tired, might use a trick or two to sit down somewhere just to rest on you

The real “date” atmosphere is back in his room. When the two of you are alone is when he feels more vulnerable and less like he has to perform for somebody

He likes just holding your hand or sitting by you, really, although he won’t say no to a kiss or two... or three

Definitely starts planning for the next date immediately. What can he say? They feel different with you, and now he really wouldn’t have it any other way

[harryconcepts]

part 26

whenever you stay over at Harry's house he steals your perfume bottle and sprays it on his pillow so it'll be like you're there even when you go home 😭

the video of him holding the baby and she's crying.... that is so daddry and you hand her off to him and she cries And he laughs saying "what you don't love me anymore? you like your mama more than me?" and gives her a kiss on the cheek 😭 then later that night your baby only wants Harry and every time you try to hold her she cries and he looks so smug saying "see that was a fluke today, she's always loved me more 😌"

I'm so obsessed with making up concepts 😭 you and harry have been arguing all day so when it's time for bed you don't even say anything to him you just go to the guest room and shut the door. a few minutes later you hear soft knocking and he calls your name gently😭 you open the door, knowing if you didn't he would respect your space and leave you alone 😔 he's standing there looking so sad and he says "this isn't us, we don't do this... we don't go to bed angry at each other" so you open the door a little more and lead him over to the bed so you can lay down and talk about it 😔

having a sort of relationship with college harry, you haven't made things official yet but you really like him you're just a little worried he isn't ready to take that step. then one night there's a bad thunderstorm in your area and you're so scared and can't think of anyone else to call so you call harry 😔 and ofc he's rushing over right away, he finds you in bed cuddled under the blankets and he doesn't hesitate to jump in next to you 😔 he pulls you close to him and says "don't worry, your big strong man is here to protect you" and you giggle even though you're still scared 😔 every time you jump at a loud crack of thunder he holds you tighter and shushes you gently, saying "you're safe here, it's just some loud noises and you're okay" and just whispering sweet nothings to keep you calm 😔 eventually you don't even finch anymore, even though the storm is still raging outside you feel so safe with him that it doesn't bother you 😔 he thinks youre asleep so he kisses your forehead and whispers "i'm always gonna keep you safe, you're my favorite girl in the world" and that's when you know he definitely feels the same 😔

yes absolutely he cums in you then immediately moves down to lick it out and you're gasping and trying to pull away because it's so sensitive but he just grips your hips harder and keeps working 😌

harry looooves teasing you and getting you all worked up with a few dirty words and gentle kisses and touches until you're grabbing at his shoulders and begging him to touch you 😌

and when you're drunk you're an absolute pest, refusing to drink any water when he tries to make you and saying "only if you give me a kiss" but then you turn your head so he kisses your cheek instead 😭 giggling at how he pretends to be annoyed and finally he just throws you over his shoulder and says "that's it, we're going to bed, I'm thinking party girl won't be so happy when she wakes up in the morning" and gives you a little pat on the bum as he walks 😭

and when harry proposes in Italy he does it with a ring you found at an antique store 😔 he managed to buy it when you weren't looking so its a surprise when he gets down on one knee and opens the little box 😔 he says "I'll get you a real one when we get home, but i know how much you loved this one so i thought-" and you're cutting him off to say it's perfect and you love it and of course you'll marry him 😔

buying furniture and decorating you and harrys new house 😌 he says "I'm so sorry but I'm really busy today, why don't you take my card and go pick out whatever you want?" and gives you a kiss on the cheek as he heads out the door 😌

and the baby maxing sex would be so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he's made you cum twice so you're shaking and clutching his shoulders as he pushes into you 😵‍💫 he has your leg over his shoulder and he's hitting spots so deep inside it makes you gasp every time 😵‍💫 he reaches between you to brush his thumb over your clit and he whispers "cum for me, give me one more and I'll give you a baby" 😵‍💫

he is obsesseddddd with your nipples and when you wear a shirt he can see them through he's all 😌hello there 😌 and putting his hands on your sides to rub his thumbs over them 😌 he says "i like this shirt... think you should wear it more often" and you laugh and say "do you even know what it says?" and he goes "that's not the important part is it?" leaning down to suck on them through the fabric 😌

harry taking care of you after a night out 😭 maybe it was a friend's bachelorette party so you got absolutely plastered and when you get home he's waiting for you even though it's late 😭 he helps you take your shoes off and get your pajamas on as you're stumbling around and laughing at everything 😭 at one point you nearly fall over from tripping on your own feet and he catches you, laughing at saying "think you went a little too hard tonight, huh party girl?" and you giggle against his chest 😭

thinking about asking harry to be a little rough with you 😌 you're a little shy to bring it up but then one evening you're having a conversation about what you like and he says "sometimes I feel like you want something from me but you never say it... is there something you want to try? you know I'll give you anything you want" and you blush so hard and look away 😌 he's all "oh? so there is something then" and seems so proud of himself 😌 you're still not looking at him but you say "I want... i want you to hold me down, be in charge and not give me what i want right away" and he's so turned on but trying not to show it so he says "i think I can make that happen... anything else?" and he didn't think it was possible but you blush even harder and say "I want you to put your hand on my neck, maybe choke me a little" and at this point he can't take it anymore so he's on you 😌 he gathers your wrists in one of his hands and holds them above your head, then puts his other hand on your throat and squeezes his fingers just a bit saying "like this?" and you nod desperately and try to kiss him again, but he pulls away and starts kissing at your shoulders and leaving some nice hickeys to show that you're his 😌

thinking about Harry's face when he cums, he probably tenses and scrunches his face up and then relaxes and looks so blissed out as he flops down on you 😵‍💫 he lays on you for a few seconds until you giggle and say "I can't breathe" and he sighs saying "don't wanna move you're warm" but you start pushing him away a bit so he rolls over and pulls you with him, laying you on top of him 😔

one night you stay over at harrys and it's a little too warm to sleep so you throw off the covers taking off Harry's sleep shirt you had been wearing, he flips over to see you totally naked sprawled out next to him and he's all 😌 yes please 😌 so he takes off his pajamas too and gets cozy 😌 then a few hours later you wake up because you're too cold so you're sleepily searching for your shirt you threw off, but you moving around wakes Harry up and he says "what are you doing?" with his voice all low and slow 😵‍💫 you say "I'm too cold, I'm looking for my shirt" and he says "don't do that, just come here I'll keep you warm" and he holds you close so you're comfy 😔

having sex with Harry for the first time ... you say something like "it's been a really long time since I've done this so sorry in advance if I'm... not very good" and he says "that's the silliest thing I've ever heard, you really don't know what you do to me?" and guides your hand down between the two of you to feel how hard he is 😵‍💫 he says "we've been kissing for what, 10 minutes? and we're both fully clothed... safe to say I'm obsessed with every part of you" and leans in for another kiss 😵‍💫 he def fingers you first saying "need to make sure you're ready for me, don't want to hurt you" before he gets his lips on you and nearly brings you to tears 😵‍💫 then when he finally starts pushing in you're tense and squeezing your eyes shut because it stings a bit, he takes your hand and links your fingers together 😔 he says "look at me, you're okay, please look at me" and when you open your eyes you see how fucked out he looks and you haven't even done anything yet 😵‍💫 he says "relax, baby, it's just me, you have to relax so I don't hurt you" and leans in to kiss you 😵‍💫 after a few minutes he says "doing such a good job for me pretty girl, just relax and let me in" and pushes in a little further 😵‍💫 and you keep your eyes on him the whole time, making him cum so much faster than normal because he's obsessed with you just like he said 😵‍💫

or you finally get a little vacation without the babies so ofc u jet off to Italy 😌 while you're there walking down the street hand in hand he suddenly stops and says "why don't we get married?" and you just turn to him like 😶 and he's all "why not? this can be our honeymoon, and we're always busy otherwise, your children are a handful" and you laugh saying "oh they're my children now?" he smiles saying "only when they keep you away from me" and kisses your cheek 😔 he says "think about it, we have a few days" 😔 then ofc he always gets what he wants so you agree and the next day you're in a little chapel and you're wearing his favorite sundress 😔 you get some gelato to celebrate and he feeds it to you, only getting a few bites on your nose or cheek 😌 then he carries you into your suite bridal style, dropping you on the bed and saying "what do you say we make this marriage official?" and starts pulling at your dress 😌

or he's fucking you and saying the most filthy things in your ear 😵‍💫 saying "I'm gonna put a baby in you, swear I'll give you a baby" and grips your hips pulling you flush against him as he cums 😵‍💫

harry would be filthy disgusting on your honeymoon ✨✨ pulling your legs over his shoulders as he kisses around your thighs and says "I'm going to make you feel so good, make my wife cum on my tongue before I fuck you" and gets to work 😵‍💫 when he can tell you're getting close he pulls off just enough to say "look in my eyes, watch your husband make you cum" and moves his head back down saying he'll stop if you don't keep your eyes on him 😵‍💫

thinking about laying on harry after sex, your head on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and you're tracing your fingers over his tattoos 😔 he's rubbing your back gently and you're just so in love 😔 maybe you ask about one of the tattoos, asking when he got it or why 😔 then you ask about a few more and soon he's going over every tattoo on his body and telling you about them 😔

thinking about house hunting with harry ...... you say something like "what's our price point" and he kind of looks at you like ...... and you blush and say "oh yeah.... so is a pool or big yard more important for you" and just having fun discussing everything you want 😭

the first time having sex after Harry comes home when he's been away for a while.... he goes down on you first saying "I already think I'm not going to last long, just apologizing in advance" and he probably makes you cum a few times before he comes up for a kiss 😌 as soon as he slips inside you're clenching on him and he gasps saying "stop, you have to stop doing that or I'll cum" and you bite his shoulder saying "I want you to, want you to feel as good as you make me feel" and tighten again 😌

but imagine having an easy baby who's usually pretty calm and then you meet harry and she doesn't like him at first 😭 he would be so offended when she's happy and smiling until he takes her and she cries 😭 it's kind of a joke you have going that he can never hold her because she'll cry 😭

and he doesn't care if it takes you a little longer to cum, you're telling him he doesn't have to go down on you because you don't cum that fast and he's a bit confused,saying "well I'm not going anywhere, are you?got somewhere you need to be?" being dumb to make you laugh 😔 you say no and he says "good, that means i get to take my time with you then" and starts untying the strings of your sweatpants 😌

anyways I'm a whore so here's some filth. college bf harry who's teaching you things would have a very long conversation with you about how you touch yourself 😌 he would ask how often you do it, what you wear, if you you use any toys, if you ever edge yourself, how many times you make yourself cum, if you watch porn 😌 he would be so turned on and when he's asked you all these questions he says "will you show me what you do?" and he gets settled on the bed so he can watch 😌

laying in bed next to harry after sex just trying to catch your breath, you let out a big huff and say "fuck that was good" and he's all "happy to be of service 😌"

thinking about getting into a petty little fight with harry but neither of you are budging on who's right so you just end up leaving the room. then when he's getting ready for bed in the bathroom you're going around your room and getting your stuff together because you plan to sleep in the guest room that night. he comes in to see you gathering your stuff and he frowns asking what you're doing, you say "I'm going to the guest room, I didn't think you'd want to sleep next to me tonight" and his face absolutely drops and he looks so sad😔he says "i always want to sleep next to you, I don't care about our fight I need you with me" and so you agree to stay, he sits on the edge of the bed and says "let's talk about this, i can't go to sleep with you mad at me" he just wants to make things right 😔

harry loves giving pleasure and making you feel good until you're pushing him away 😵‍💫he can find your g spot right away and he does not hesitate to take advantage of your sensitive spots 😵‍💫 rubbing his fingers against it as he sucks on your clit, he has to stop and reposition his arms because you're moving too much for him to do anything 😵‍💫 he lays his arm over your lower stomach, pressing down because he knows that makes it more intense 😵‍💫 he's so cocky when you moan out his name and cum but he doesn't stop, he keeps moving his fingers in and out and pulls away enough to say "want you to cum again, I'm gonna make you squirt for me" and gets his lips on you again 😵‍💫

thinking about skinny dipping with harry <3 just pretend he has an outdoor pool at his house and go with it <3 anyways one night you can't sleep so after a few hours of tossing and turning you get up and start heading to the kitchen to find a snack or some tea or something, and you think Harry's asleep but then he props himself up on one elbow and asks in a tired voice where you're going <3 you tell him to go back to sleep but he insists on coming with you, and while your tea bag is steeping you're looking out the kitchen window at how nice the water looks <3 he's standing behind you with his arms around you, his head buried in your neck so you turn your head just enough to give him a little kiss and say "can we go sit outside for a while?" and ofc he does whatever you want so he nods and lets you lead the way <3 you bring him to the edge of the pool and you both sit with your feet hanging in the water <3 he has his arm around you and your head is on his shoulder <3 then you look at him and say "... can we go in?" and he sighs all dramatic but he can't help but smile so you know he's into the idea <3 you surprise him by standing up and taking your shirt off with no hesitation, he's a little shocked to see you being so bold but he's not about to look away <3 you take everything else off and walk over to the steps before you slowly get in the water <3 he's scrambling to follow you, taking his clothes off as fast as he can and jumping in because he's impatient and because he's annoying and wanted to splash you <3 then he swims over and pulls you to him, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist and he holds you like that <3 he's trying to keep his eyes on your face but also he can't help but stare at the way your nipples are so hard from the cold water and night air <3 when he finally manages to look away he smiles saying "hi" and you say hi back, tanging your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you <3

"mom and I are busy go away" 😭 you laugh because he's so mean and you say "we'll be right out, there's poptarts and cereal in the cupboard" and you hear the little footsteps running off, harry is back to kissing down your neck and you say "you better make it quick, poptarts and cereal can only hold them off for so long" and he's pulling the sheets off your body, settling with his face between your legs and he says "I think we both know how quick I can make it" and he leans in to press a kiss right on your clit 😌

thinking about when you and best friend harry finally kiss for the first time, you've liked each other for so long but you've been dancing around saying it because you're too nervous so when it finally slips out that he likes you, and he's liked you for as long as he can remember, you finally feel brave enough to lean in and gently press your lips to his 😔 but he's not having that, he's waited so long for this moment and he wants to savor it, so his hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you as close as he can, and he's kissing you so intensely and he moans against your lips 😵‍💫

I'm literally going to fucking cry him knowing you've been doing bad lately and he asks you if you're okay, you just shake your head and start crying 😔 he comes over to hug you and says "i know, I know, you're going to get through this- we're going to get through this" letting you know you'll never be alone 😔

he would be so fucking filthy when he has to cover your mouth 😵‍💫 saying "i promise next time I have you, you're gonna be as loud as you want, I'll make you feel so good you'll be yelling my name" and he moves his hand to kiss you instead, swallowing all your pretty noises as you can't even kiss him back 😵‍💫

no no no harry would be soooooo into you initiating stuff 😵‍💫 he's not used to seeing you be bold like that so when you do sometimes he's all "yeah? that's what you want? you know I'll give you whatever you want" and he has the biggest smirk when you blush 😵‍💫

harry waking you up 😔 he kisses your shoulder and along your neck and all over your face saying "good morning pretty girl" 😔 you make a sleepy little groan and try to push him away but he just wraps his arms around you and cuddles you against him 😔 after a few minutes he sits you up and says "it's time to wake up, I miss talking to my baby" and rubs the sleep from the corner of your eye 😔 you rest your head on his shoulder saying "you can talk to me after noon but I'm still sleeping" and he just laughs and kisses your head 😔

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

[logicheartsoul]

So I was talking to a friend of mine earlier and was reminded how a few situations in my life could make for the start of a hallmark movie premise. And then I thought, what if this but sambucky. So, I guess another romcom au idea is to be had.

Sam’s neighbor is moving out, someone he’s known a long time: a family friend who had siblings around his and Sarah’s age and gone to school with. The house goes on sale. A few days, or make a week or so later after being sold, he notices there’s construction going on. The construction lasts for awhile, and thew crew is one he’s familiar with -- in fact, he had worked for them for a short time while he was in high school.

Anyhow, every now and again, he sees the changes to the house -- new coat of paint (and the house is a different color than before), the house has a new roof, etc.

One day, the construction stops, and all seems quiet. He wonders if the house will go on sale again or if it’ll be rented out or what. He’s contemplating maybe buying the house if that’s the offer. He knows the house has nice bones, having spent time in it as a kid. He knows the construction crew does good work, it would be a worthy investment. As much as he loves Sarah and the boys, he doesn’t know if one day he’ll end up moving out again or meeting someone new.

Looks up the listing online and it seems it’s being rented out. The inside looks quite nice. A shame he can’t buy it but maybe it’s for the best.

Not long after one day taking his daily runs, he sees a car in the driveway.

A new neighbor after all.

Continues his run, nothing out of the ordinary.

On his way back, he sees the door open as he runs past, not caring to look, he’s tired and he’s ready to take a shower. But a voice stops him.

The person is stooped over, trying to pick something up from the ground, cursing really loudly. A jangle of keys clang in the grasp; Sam finds himself staring into a pair of intense blue eyes.

The person, a man, stands up, not blinking.

Well, ain’t that awkward.

“Hi, uh, I’m your neighbor. I live in the blue house over there,” pointing his finger in its direction, “Was just going out on a run.”

The man gives an equally awkward half wave with his hand, two fingers down, three fingers up.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Bye!”

I haven’t thought much further than that. Perhaps Sam sees him around town or maybe Bucky shows up at his door asking for help but being grumpy and awkward coz he doesn’t know anyone else around.

All I know is Bucky is there temporarily -- he lost his job, he moved because one of his sisters lives in NOLA but Bucky doesn’t want to live in a city, especially not after his accident. He just wants peace and quiet. Makes it clear his stay is temporary, just enough to figure out what he wants to do going forward, and unintentionally starts picking up his reading and writing habit again. Maybe starts a reading blog on top of writing speculative fiction. I dunno.

Sam trying not to fall for him because well, Bucky doesn’t intend on staying, does he? But the man could use a friend. He seems to have unknowingly befriended a few people in town, the bookstore/antique store owner, his face is semi-known at the coffee shop, etc. 

Maybe Bucky gets a really lucrative job offer, one that would require him to move out, maybe go back to New York. But he’s enjoying his time in town, especially with Sam, even if the man annoys him with his laugh, his bright smile, those pretty eyes, the damn cheekbones and his dark skin gleams making him look like he glows when it’s sunny outside.

Any rate, cue the typical romcom beats. Does Bucky take the job or stay? Does Sam risk telling his feelings?

Or perhaps maybe the twist of fate is not Bucky leaving, but Sam -- an old buddy reaches out to him with an amazing opportunity. Once in a lifetime. Perhaps it, too, is short-term. He tells Bucky. They’re (reluctant) friends now. He’ll miss him.

Maybe, Sam goes, and when he comes back, Bucky is gone. Ok, he knew it was gonna happen, the man told him, himself.

The house sits empty.

This goes on, maybe a month or two.

Sam wonders if anyone else will rent it again.

He checks the listing, finds instead it’s been bought -- not for rent anymore. Heart dropping, thinking if it was for rent, perhaps maybe Bucky might come back some day. But no, he can’t pine for someone who’s gone, he needs to move on. Besides, he never told him how he felt, so there’s no freaking use trying to mope about it. You’re either late or on time. Too bad, Wilson, you’re late.

Tries to avoid the house or looking at it on his run, maybe he even changes his usual route to one of his alternates for a reason.

Until he accidentally runs into Bucky, maybe while going out doing errands and then grabbing some coffee and pastries for himself.

Part of him is glad, ecstatic, the other half thinking, is he staying? Where will he stay since the house is sold? Maybe he should take the chance and offer him room at the house, Sarah and the boys liked him, they wouldn’t mind.

“What are you doing here?”

Bucky is standing around waiting for his drink, there are a couple others before him. “What am I doing? Buying coffee? What do you think I was doing?”

Sam, clearing his throat. “I mean, when did you get into town?”

“Yesterday.”

He blinks. “Yesterday?”

“Yeah. You didn’t notice?”

How was he to know Bucky is in town? Also, he didn’t want to explain to him that he’s been avoiding his house. And Sam wincing internally because it’s not really Bucky’s house, is it? Even though the grey house is associated with him in his mind now.

The barista calls out Bucky’s name and it spurns Sam onto order. He pays, gets his wrapped up pastries, his drink comes out not too long after. Doesn’t expect Bucky to have waited for him outside.

“Is everything alright, Sam?”

He follows Sam to his car, parked a bit of a ways back.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine. Why?”

“So you really didn’t notice?”

He’s perching his drink and food on top of his car.

“Notice what?”

“My car? It’s been parked all day yesterday.”

His...car?

Sam must have said it out loud because Bucky shakes his head. “I bought the house, Sam.”

Oh, he--

Bucky’s the one who bought the house? He’s staying?

Perhaps while Sam was gone, one of those stories Bucky was madly writing (in secret, at least to Sam, he knows about his reading blog however) about got looked at, and a deal. Convinced the owners to sell to him. His deal was not only lucrative, but used his advance as a down payment. Maybe, Sam was even his muse. 

Things falling into place: Sam figuring out what he wants in life, career wise, but also Bucky is back and staying. Sam having a chance to tell his feelings. Go out with the guy.

How the confession goes, I have no idea. But it’s cute, sweet, they do go out, they date, perhaps maybe Sam eventually moves in. So he gets the house too, in time, lol

And also the dedication in the book.

[pascal-istheway]

Kinktober Day 3

Kink: Sleepy Sex [18+]

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: There was just this idea of being so exhausted and sleepy and Frankie being so needy and how he would just need you so badly despite the fact that you’re so tired. ugh just let me have this

Word count: 1.4k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

The sound of rain tapped off the window of your small apartment you and Frankie got together last year. You’d spent the better part of a month decorating it, getting the guys to come over from his unit to help rearrange the used furniture you’d bought at a second-hand store knowing it was better to just show up with it in the bed of your old beat-up truck than to ask Frankie if you could buy it. Not that he would have objected anyway. He loved you and seeing the way your face lit up when you found some rare, “one of a kind” antique made him fall in love with you even more. 

You curled up in the blankets wearing his sweatshirt, the smell almost gone after wearing it almost every night for the last six months. Frankie’s unit had been called out on another mission somewhere south of the border, you didn’t bother to ask. Sometimes it was better not to know, the scarce satellite calls only made you miss him more, and knowing where he was would only entice you to hop on a flight and join him - again. Being a journalist had its perks. 

You had joined him once when he told you he was in the same city you were doing a story in. The ass-chewing you got wasn’t nearly as bad as the fucking he gave you for breaking the rules. But not being able to walk straight the next day made it all worth it. God how you missed him.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of thunder, wishing he was there with you. You could almost hear him whispering your name, telling you “I’m here, my love…” 

As if you were able to pull him from memory, a click of the door pulled you out of a deep slumber, and in walked a very drenched, and very real Frankie. His bag dropped at his side when he saw your sleepy little head pop out from under the blankets, eyes barely registering what you were seeing. 

He kicks off his boots, walking towards you, one piece of clothing coming off at a time as he makes it to the bed almost completely naked. You smile up at him, eyes half-closed, and reach a hand out to touch him but miss, your tired arm falling just short of your mark.

“Hello my sleepy angel,” you hear him whisper as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple, “God, did I miss you.”

“Mmmm Frankie, baby, you’re home,” rolling over, you open the blankets which he willingly climbs right in. His warm body wraps around you, hands touching your soft skin beneath his sweatshirt, “Is this mine?” he asks, pulling at the fabric. 

“Mmmhm, I missed you,” you snuggle into his chest, planting soft kisses on the little dusting of hair in the center. You breathe in, smelling him for the first time again since he left. It’s one of the best things you’ve smelled in weeks, feeling like even though the smell had faded from the shirt, it has somehow come back to life in your arms. 

His mouth takes yours, soft and gentle kisses that turn more frantic with each breath. You could feel how much he missed you with each shared breath and you taste the rain on his lips as he parts them, feeling his tongue slip inside your mouth and explore yours. 

Eventually, he tips you on your back, laying you there gently as he hovers over you, and you moan quietly, his hands moving up under the old sweatshirt. You let him move his body against yours, his hips grinding against you as you feel him becoming painfully hard beneath his own boxers. You don’t know exactly how long you make out with him, but it’s long enough that your body has completely relaxed, opening for him completely. 

It’s only when your eyes start to close for a moment too long that you realize you’re painfully close to falling back asleep. “Fuck, Frankie baby, I need you so badly,” you whisper to him in the darkness, lifting your chin to break away from him, “but baby I can’t keep my eyes open… I’m falling asleep here.”

“Can I…” he hesitates, “can I just taste you then?” the words come out as a whisper against your jaw, despite knowing how badly he needs this you feel his cock throb against you at the idea. “Please, I just… it’s been so long, I just need you.”

You nod but warn him, “I might fall asleep… I don’t want you to be offended.” 

“Baby, you couldn’t offend me right now,” he laughs quietly. 

You feel him shift lower in the covers, his hands sliding down your body as he removes your panties. It takes you a moment before a loud sleepy moan escapes your lips at the feeling of his tongue plunging between your folds, lapping your cunt slowly and methodically. 

He spreads your legs for you, massaging your thighs as he sucks and licks, teasing and tasting you, strictly for pleasure. The feeling is undeniably one of the best you’ve ever felt, if only you weren’t half awake. 

“Frankie…. Baby, I-” you feel the familiar wave of pleasure tightening in your belly, “I’m… I’m gonna-” your words get lost around the moaning and sounds of his tongue driving deep into you. His fingers find their way to your center, probing you one at a time as he massages your walls with his thick finger. 

Your back arches as your cunt clenches around him, the feeling overwhelming you as your orgasm rips through your core. Legs tightening and shaking at the feeling while his tongue laps away at you, drinking every last bit of you. 

“Fu-fuck…” you whisper, your hands unclenching from the sheets and weaving into his hair. 

“That’s right baby, just like that,” the words tickle your skin as he crawls back up and moves behind you. His hands fumbled with the last of his own clothing, the fabric being slowly lowered behind you so you can feel his bare legs brushing against yours, the small hairs tickling the back of your legs. 

“Baby,” you feel his hands slide down over your ass, squeezing your plump flesh as he goes, “can I just slip inside, just for a minute?” 

If you’d been awake, you’d laugh at the fact that he’s even asking, but in your sleepy state, you just push your ass into his hips, grinding slightly against his cock. A moan escapes his own throat as his hands part your folds and he rubs his fingers in your slick moisture before rubbing himself with it. You feel his breath pick up, the warmth tickling the back of your neck as he lines himself up with your center and slips the head inside. 

His cock pulses against your flesh, his restraint is failing as he thrusts softly into you to fully sheath himself. The sound he makes comes out strangled, like a wounded animal. Then he starts moving, slowly and thoughtfully, to the point where it’s almost painful.

The speed picks up slightly, the sound of your skin together starting to echo from under the sheets. You feel his lips come to your shoulder as he plants a kiss softly on your skin. 

“Ba-baby… fuck, I can’t hold my-myself much longer,” he grunts into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking down as you let you a moan of your own. 

“Do what you need, I’m right here for you,” your hand reaches around and holds his hip as he pushes himself into you over and over again. 

“Fuck, that-” he thrusts harder, “god damn it why are you s’so perfect?”

His breath becomes ragged as his thrusting becomes harder, his hands snaking up the sweatshirt you wear to grab your breast. You feel his cock swell inside you, stretching you as he fills you completely. You can tell he’s on the verge of orgasm, his sounds becoming more wild and uncontrolled as he lets himself go. 

The waves of orgasm hit you all at once, your pussy clenching him for dear life as he pours himself deep inside you in short, deep thrusts. The fullness in your belly holds you in your orgasm, your tight hole becoming unbearably tight around him. 

“Fu-fuck,” he breathes into your hair, kissing you slightly as he pulls himself out. 

You don’t remember him getting out of bed or cleaning you up, but you barely register him crawling in behind you and wrapping you in his arms, pulling you close to his naked body and whispering, “this sweatshirt looks so damn good on you,” before both of you drift off to sleep together. 

[hen-of-letters]

Cas mentions one day, lying on the grass beside Dean, sun-warm and happy and watching the clouds drift over their garden, that he'd like to learn a musical instrument.

Dean buys him a harp.

Dean thinks he's hilarious. Castiel's opinion on the matter differs considerably.

Dean's fully prepared for the exasperated glare he gets when the gift's unveiled, but what he's not expecting is for Cas to get in so much of a huff that he sequesters himself away for hours on end at various times in some distant corner of the lakehouse. It's strange.

Their home is habitually filled with music. For a variety of reasons, Cas and Dean both find silence unsettling. Dean's content with a classic rock radio station, but he's also learning to appreciate Cas' wildly eclectic tastes.

Cas has tried to explain how certain pieces of music resonate with the wavelength that once made up his being, and how he can still feel it somehow in his human body. Dean takes this as the reason why Cas' playlists can feature Bach one moment and Björk the next.

Some of the reasons behind the music Cas loves are less metaphysical. Blasting Beyonce makes him feel playful and powerful. Rock songs fill him with affection for Dean, and there are a certain thirteen songs that are indelibly part of his heart.

The songs that Cas appreciates above all are those Dean plays for him on his guitar. Cas had bought him the instrument when they'd first moved in to the lakehouse, and Dean has been practising more ever since. Cas loves it most when he can be coaxed to sing.

Dean's sitting on the jetty one morning, fishing line in hand, when Cas walks up beside him and beckons him inside. Cas is barefoot, dressed exactly as he had been when they'd shared breakfast earlier: in soft, worn denim and one of Dean's band tees. Dean, of course, follows.

When they reach the living room, Dean sees the harp he'd assumed Cas had disposed of some time ago. (Whether by returning it to the antique store, or reducing it to a mass of tangled strings and splintered wood, Dean hadn't been sure.)

"Can I play you something?" Cas asks shyly, and Dean can only nod and smile and press a quick kiss to Cas' lips. He sits down on the sofa, and Cas, sunlit and framed by the room's wide windows, settles on a stool with his legs apart. Cas draws the harp between his thighs and rests it on his shoulder, and then begins to play.

Cas' expression is one of concentration at first, but as the music swells around him his long lashes drop, his lips part slightly, and he looks almost blissful. Cas' strong arms and hands move with power and grace, his whole body shifts with the rise and fall of the music, and his long fingers pluck notes from the strings with strength and delicacy. Dean's captivated by the beauty of both Cas and his composition.

There's something in the melody that's familiar, and Dean thinks, impossibly: that's about me. Something shifts in the sound and, more certain now, and full of fondness, Dean thinks: that's Cas. And then the themes are intertwining, somehow, and Dean can feel the music in every part of him: in the beat of his heart, in his breath, in his bones, in his skin, in every vein and nerve. He feels alive and fully in his body and yet pulled out of it; he feels a sensation of soaring. Dean thinks that maybe, just maybe, for a moment, he understands the wavelength thing.

The last note sounds out and softly fades. Dean's vision is blurred and he still can't quite grasp what he's just experienced, but he knows with complete certainty as he looks over at Cas that he needs to kiss those lips and he needs those arms around him, which is how Cas ends up with a lapful of Dean and Dean acquires a harp-edge-shaped bruise on his hip.

Dean wishes all of his jokes would backfire like this.

Once they've kissed each other breathless between smiles, Dean leans back a little, still carding his fingers through Cas' hair. Cas keeps a firm hold on Dean's waist, since their position on the stool is somewhat precarious. Dean says the only words that exist in his mind right now; the words Cas' hands on the strings have been sounding out to him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dean."

They sit for a while, foreheads resting together, before Dean gathers himself.

"So, this is what kept you squirreled away so much, huh?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, you did. That was … Wow. That was incredible."

Dean kisses Cas again, and then continues.

"You're gonna keep the harp out here from now on, though, right? I need to hear you again. And I missed you."

Cas kisses the pout from Dean's lips.

"Okay. And I understand why you enjoy playing the guitar, now. There's something … calming, but also exciting."

"Yeah, and I understand why you always get so riled up when I play for you."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Dean replies, and then he's dragging Cas to their bedroom, leaving the harp standing askew by the window, bathed in light.

Later, they discover that guitar and harp duets are not only possible, but beautiful. And that Cas can do a mean rendition of the Doctor Sexy theme tune.

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can you give us all your fav cute relationship mgg headcannon’s? (and a few smutty ones too if you’re up for it🤪)

He is super creative about the gifts he gives you, he’s definitely made you some goofy stuffed animals and drawings.

So much thrift store shopping together. He will not hesitate to buy you that antique jewelry you liked even if you try to tell him you don’t need it

Your fave thing he’s given you is a sweater that honestly is so tacky and outlandish but it totally made you smile

Very cuddly. Those long arms are made for it

So many baths together. He will definitely set up a tray with drinks and will recline in the bath with you

He maybe likes bath sex too...even if it makes a mess which he totally cleans up ignoring your “I told you so”

Halloween is a huge huge deal. So many couple costumes. Your faves have been beetlejuice and Lydia and Frankenstein’s monster and bride of Frankenstein

Your parents love the man...Like if you ever break up your parents might insist on trading you for Matthew. They adore him.

They might like him less though if they knew just want you did in your childhood bedroom last time you visited...

Softest dom...he may manhandle you but he’s very into praise and telling you how good you feel

He will not hesitate to spend extra time on your breasts. The man proves that you can find plenty of pleasure from breast play. You’ve had some interesting hickeys though.

Boob obsessed...he’s been known to sleep with one in his hand....

Speaking of his hands btw the man is amazing with them. No one has ever managed to get you off so quick just using fingers alone

He likes trying new positions and Isn’t shy about asking to try out new things.

He’s definitely broken you out of being shy to ask for things too. He’s made you far more vocal in the bedroom and he’s low key proud of that fact.

He will not hesitate to show you off and brag about you. He doesn’t care if no one cares he’s gonna talk about his amazing girlfriend and that pasta dish she made him and how cute she looks in her old college t shirt when they’re lazing around the house

Sleepy sex is your fave. There’s something so soft and lovely about being so sleepy and gentle but so needy when you first wake up

It is super obvious to everyone that you own the man. He will do anything you ask

Very happy to take you traveling. He wants to show you everything and experience everything with you

So clearly in love with you and not afraid to say it

Super active sexlife and he will do it just about anywhere...the trailer on set has rocked once or twice

He is super willing to try new things within reason and is so into finding new ways to make you feel good. If you aren’t getting off he’s not happy

Needless to say you realize pretty quickly that he’s the man you’re going to grow old with.

[astarkey]

I'm sending them in now, but you can save them for later too lol SethKate prompts: camera and/or bubbles! 💖💖💖

Okay, so I did like a pretty long one-shot for "camera." I couldn't think of one for "bubbles" or how to include it, but it'll probably come to me in the future, who knows lol. Sorry that it took so long for me to write it (since it was supposed to be for the July prompt, but it's still summer, so I'm not entirely too late on this ask!!!), but I hope you like it 😅 and thank you so much for sending these!!! 🤗💖💕💖

5. Camera

"So, what's this doohickey?" Kate asks while fiddling with the black gadget that's no bigger than her palm.

"That would be a Polaroid camera," Seth answers as he waltzes through the antique store to stand beside her.

"Oh, I've heard about these! I think I used it once when I was a kid, but it was so long ago that I forgot what it looked like. I wonder if there's any film left in this."

"Actually, we carry film for that camera if you're looking to purchase it," the young clerk behind the desk replies, finally turning away from the comic book his eyes were glued to.

"Oh, perfect! Yes, I am thinking of purchasing this," Kate smirks and raises her brows at Seth, and he's shaking his head. "Oh, Seth, come on! It'll be fun to use for our trip to the beach."

"Oh no, your idea of ‘fun’ will be taking a bunch of snapshots before we even make it to the beach."

Kate glares at him and says, "No, I won’t. Okay, I promise to snap only a few shots just to put your mind at ease.”

"You can do whatever you want with it, sweetheart, but you don't need my permission to buy it. If you wanna buy the camera, go ahead."

She buys the Polaroid camera, along with a pack of film, and they zip out of the small shop that sits alone on the side of the desert road, heading toward their destination. Further down the road, she takes the camera out of the flimsy plastic bag, and she thinks of testing it out. She could take photos of the few cactus or power lines Seth drives past, but it would only end up blurry on film. She pinches her lips to the side and looks at Seth, and the bright yellow Hawaiian shirt he's buttoned up in. Even though Kate bought it as a joke—since Seth's wardrobe comprises the color black—it surprises her that he's still wearing it, and hasn't taken it off yet. She switches the flash off and aims the camera at him, and he’s not budging. He doesn’t even budge when the sound of the shutter goes off.

“And so it begins,” Seth mumbles, following a heavy sigh, and Kate rolls her eyes while shaking the photo in her hand.

***

Kate sneaks in a selfie, posing for the camera while Seth is busy swimming in the vast ocean. She quickly shakes the photo, hoping Seth wouldn’t notice when he comes out of the water; and after the photo is in full color, she tosses it in her beach bag—with the rest of her pile of photos she took behind Seth's back when they were on the road—and hides the camera in the bag just in time as he’s walking back to their spot, wiping the saltwater away from his eyes.

“Did you have a good swim?” Kate asks, looking up from the magazine she pretends to read. She glances at Seth laying next to her under the shade of his umbrella, not bothering to dry himself off as he lets the water beads glisten on his legs.

"It was just what I needed. Surprised you didn't stay out there long, since this was your idea."

"I just wanted a quick break."

"To do what? Read this?" He snatches the magazine from her lap and reads the page out loud. "'Twenty-five steamy ideas to do with a naked man?' Well, getting naked with me, that's already happened. 'Take a shower together,' been there, done that. The hands-off policy sounds like a challenge." His eyes grow bigger as he looks closer at the page. "'Ask him to do yoga?'"

Kate quickly snatches the magazine back and slaps his leg with it while she says, "I was not reading that!"

"But it wouldn't hurt to look; those looked like some great ideas, babe. Not sure about the yoga bit, but if you want me to do that for you I can start practicing." Kate grimaces at the idea and he asks, "What's wrong? Don't feel like getting a little creative in our relationship?" She looks at him as he waits for her to answer, flashing his thick eyebrows and smirking at her; but she knows his games and does not want to feed into his amusement.

"I think we're creative enough." After flipping a couple pages, she closes the magazine. "Besides, I didn't see you staying in the water long enough, either."

"I wanted a break."

"Yeah? And to do what, exactly?"

"See if you're okay."

It has been six months since Amaru's defeat, and six months of healing for Kate. It's been a slow and steady process and she still has a long way to go, but at least she's not alone in the fight with Seth promising to help her as much as he can; both taking each day one step at a time. And even as she finds it a little annoying for Seth to keep checking up on her practically every day, she loves him for it.

"I'm okay," she answers.

"Yeah?" he says, and she reassures him. "Shocked that you didn't bring your camera out here. Could've gotten a nice shot of this view."

"No. I promised I wouldn't take a bunch of pictures and I'm not gonna break that promise."

The corners of his mouth curl up as he laughs to himself. He looks at her once again. His eyes wander around her face down to her body that's covered in a turquoise-colored two-piece bikini; his view isn't of the ocean right now, it's of her. He tugs at the yellow towel she's sitting on, pulling her so close to him she's underneath his umbrella now. Already taking the hint, she pecks him on the lips and holds the back of his head as he kisses her back. In the middle of their embrace, as they’re lip-locking each other, Kate frees her right hand and roams around the sand, searching for her bag. Feeling the bag behind her and feeling the camera inside, she pulls it out, and with one eye open, tries to get it at a good angle where both of them can be in the photo. Now, with both of her eyes closed and feeling the weight of Seth pressing against her stomach as he moves on top of her, she presses the button and the sound of the shutter goes off, and he stops moving altogether and breaks the kiss.

"Really?" he asks rhetorically.

"You know, this could really be useful in spicing up our relationship," Kate comments, taking the photo with her as she stands up to leave him by his lonesome, "As a matter of fact, this photo is so cute, I think I'll keep it and put it in a scrapbook to show to our kids in the future."

"Seriously, hand it here."

"Nope!"

"Look, don't make me chase after you."

"I guess you're just going to have to chase me for it, then." Kate dangles the picture above her head, grinning, and Seth gets up and starts running.

Kate runs across the beach, the sand sticking between her toes as she picks up speed, but she yelps when she feels Seth seize her from behind, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her up. She yells as he swings her around the shore, and she laughs as if she hasn't in years. After the spin, he lands on top of her, smiling as he gazes into her eyes.

"What?" she asks while stroking her finger along the side of his face.

"What you said before, about how that girl you once were was long gone. I don't think that's entirely true."

"What made you think that?"

"Because I'm looking at her right now."

Her eyes begin to well up and she tries to fight back the tears, but Seth dries them before they have a chance to spill. He lowers himself down to kiss her, and they hold each other as the ocean waves collide against their bodies. They're left standing, and the photo Kate accidentally dropped—when Seth tackled her—sweeps away, drifting off to sea.