#i've said it before and i'll say it over and over until i am hoarse:

[soleilceirinen]

His secretary | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader *

Summary: you are Tommy's secretary. After you make a mistake he decides that you deserve to be punished. You can't wait for it. A/N: this was inspired by the movie Secretary (2002), which is one of my favourites. I might write a second part soon. Warning: this contains smut * so if you are a minor, don't read this. Get away from here. English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes!

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“Y/N” Tommy called. When you looked up you saw him frowning at you.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby?"

"Come to my office" he ordered before disappearing into said place without bothering to check if you were following him. Of course, he knew you'd show up soon.

You stood up, smoothed out the imaginary crinkles in your dress, and walked around your desk to head towards your boss's office.

"What's wrong, Mr. Shelby?" you asked, standing in front of his desk.

Tommy was sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he kept staring at whatever was written on the paper sheet.  You recognized it instantly, it was one of the letters he told you to write that morning. You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation and tried to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on your face.

Your boss placed the letter on the wooden desk so you could see it and took a sip of whiskey. “What is this, Y/N?”

You bit your lip. "It is the letter intended for Mr…"

He hit the wooden surface with the empty glass causing a loud bang and looked at you.  "This is fucking bullshit," he said quietly.

"Mr. Shelby, I don't know what you mean," you replied, feigning innocence in your wide eyes.

"I hired you because you had experience as a secretary. But this..." he said, pointing to the ink on the paper, "you've spelled half the words wrong, do you think I can send this thing to someone? They're going to think I have a brainless monkey writing my correspondence."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. I didn't realise," you whispered.

"What am I going to do with you, huh? Any of my brothers could have done it better."

"I don't know what to say, I'll try to do better next time, if that's okay."

Tommy leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his midriff, as if he were thinking about what to do with you, like he said.

"You deserve a punishment, don't you agree?"

Swallowing, you nodded, trying not to seem too eager. "Yes, you are right, Mr. Shelby. I deserve to be punished and learn to pay more attention from now on.”

Tommy stood up and slowly moved towards you, like a feline approaching its prey. Little did he know that he was more like a fly about to fall into the seducing trap of a carnivorous plant. He stopped next to you, so close that you could feel his breathing. He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers before stepping back and clearing his throat.

"Since we both agree, lean over the desk and rest your forearms on it."

You did it just as he told you, leaning over the cold surface. From that position you couldn’t see him but you noticed Tommy positioning himself behind you, almost touching your buttocks. 

His warm hand slowly travelled from your neck, sliding between your shoulder blades, to your ass, where he stopped giving it a quick squeeze. A chill ran down your spine. Without warning you, his hand slapped your ass. You jumped at the sudden stab of pain as you tried hard not to let out a moan of pleasure.

Tommy grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted it until your skin was exposed from the waist down. He caressed the area where he slapped you over the thin stockings before hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding the soft fabric down your legs.

His hand cupped your crotch, making your clit swell against his calloused fingers. "I've barely started and you're already dripping," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

You let out a soft moan, grinding your hips to feel the friction against his hand. He rubbed your clit through your underwear making you whine. "I'm this wet for you, Mr. Shelby."

He made a satisfied sound and removed his hand, depriving you of his warmth. Then, he bent against your body, leaning down to reach for the letter and placed it in front of your face, his growing erection pressed against your rear end.

"Read it aloud" he indicated. When you started to read Tommy in turn began to spank you rhythmically.

You were having a hard time concentrating on the words even though you had written them yourself. The sensations grew in intensity. Hearing Tommy behind you as he breathed heavily was taking you to the limit. 

After losing count of how many times you had read the letter, you leaned your forehead against the desk and closed your eyes while Tommy worked on spanking you over and over again. 

Clenching your thighs again, you tried to feel some pleasure on your aching pussy, to no avail. “Please, Mr. Shelby…”

He didn't stop. "Please, what?" he asked, pretending to be disinterested. He himself was on the verge of cumming just from seeing how wet your panties were. 

"I need… more. Please," you whined, squeezing your eyes shut and panting.

“I see,” he said, leaning over your back to grab your throat with his strong hand. "You want to cum, huh?"

You sobbed against the desk, drenching the letter with tears of frustration. "Y-yes, I need it, p-please."

Tommy cleared his throat, letting go of your neck and turning away from you. You remained bent over the desk, somewhat dazed for a few seconds. Then, you raised your head to look at him questioningly, opening and closing your mouth several times, but the words didn't seem to want to come out.

"Fix your clothes and your appearance, this is a serious, legitimate business. We can't give a bad image, huh? Now, get out there." Tommy ordered, walking around the desk. His erection was more pronounced than before but as soon as he sat down it disappeared from your sight. "I want you to rewrite the letter, this time without mistakes."

You gave him a look of disbelief as you stood up and put your clothes back in place. The soft fabric of your stockings stung as it rubbed against the sensitive skin of your butt. "Are you serious? Do you really want me to leave?"

Tommy looked at you with a raised eyebrow and lit a cigarette. "That’s what I said, innit? I told you that you deserved a punishment and here you have it, you’re not cumming. You screwed up the letter on purpose, Y/N, and this one was important. Now go out there and write the letter again, okay? I’ll see you later and I hope this time there are no mistakes."

You grabbed the letter without even looking at him and clenched it in your fist. As you turned to leave his office he called out your name, making you stop. You didn’t turn to face him, just waited there until he spoke. The least thing you wanted to see right now was his stupid and perfect face. The bastard for sure had a smug smile on it. 

"If Mr. Solomons is outside, tell him to come in."

You nodded slightly and walked out, closing the door behind you. Mr. Solomons wasn't there yet, it was too early for his appointment, you were the one who scheduled it after all.

Your skin was burning so you tried to sit down carefully, hissing a bit at the pain. This time, it wasn’t accompanied by pleasure but by frustration. The tears rolled down your face, probably smudging your makeup but you’d worry about it later. You were angry and frustrated after being so close to the climax, almost able to touch it with your fingers and all of a sudden, gone. 

Putting a new sheet of paper on the typewriter, you started writing the letter again. When you had only a paragraph left, a familiar face appeared at the entrance and walked towards your desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Solomons,” you greeted him politely, showing your best smile. The man scratched his beard and nodded.

"It's a good morning, yes it is."

"Mr. Shelby is waiting for you, you can come in now if you want" you said, looking at the closed door of Tommy's office. He hadn't got out since your encounter a while before. You wondered if he had been touching himself in the meantime. 

"Are you okay, love?" Mr. Solomons asked you, leaning down to get a better look at your face. "It seems like you've been crying, yeah, is it because of Tommy? I'm sure I'd cry too if I had to see him every day, right? I don't know how you put up with it, honey. Every time I have to talk to him, you know, and it's necessary for the business, it makes me want to shoot him in the face, you see."

A giggle escaped your lips. There was something about Mr. Solomons, maybe it was the way he spoke, although half the time you didn't understand what he was saying but you couldn't help but feel better every time you talked to him.

"I'm fine, thank you. I'd like to shoot him sometimes too, maybe in the balls but don't tell him," you confessed quietly, smiling wider.

The door to Tommy's office burst open, both you and Mr. Solomons turned your heads to look in that direction. Tommy stared back at you with his cold blue eyes narrowed.

"Y/N, I don’t pay you to make small talk. No more mistakes, do you understand?" He snapped, you nodded slightly and rolled your eyes, turning away so he wouldn't see you. Mr. Solomons noticed this and laughed. "Alfie, come on. I don't have all day."

Both men disappeared inside the office, leaving you alone with the typewriter. You finished the last paragraph, and there, on the last word, you let your finger hit the wrong key.

Oops.

[mimisempai]

When your happiness and mine collide

Summary

Crowley remembers the joy on Aziraphale's face when he announced that he could make him an angel again.

One question nagged at the demon, and he asked the angel, "Am I not enough?

Notes

Some angsty memories and a lot of comfort

On Ao3

Rating G -  1342 words

As evening fell, Crowley rose from the armchair in which he'd been slumped and walked over to Aziraphale's desk, where he turned on the lamp while Aziraphale studied one of his precious books.

The angel didn't look up, just said, "Thank you, my dear."

Crowley looked at him for a few moments with a look of amusement that turned to one of fondness before he put his hand on the angel's shoulder and asked, "Glass of scotch, angel?"

Aziraphale finally raised his head and, resting his hand on Crowley's, replied gently, "If you give me five minutes, I may be able to share it with you. "

Then he turned his attention back to his book and Crowley walked over to the liquor cabinet. He took out the bottle of scotch and poured two glasses before sitting down to wait for the angel to finish.

From where he sat, the demon could see him from behind, in a familiar position, and for a moment he was overcome with a wave of strong emotion.

He'd almost lost all this.

"Come with me... to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference."

I don't want to.

I just want to stay here.

You and me.

But the angel wasn't listening to him anymore.

He knew it.

He could see it.

He'd lost him.

Because what he was wasn't enough for his angel.

"Crowley?"

Aziraphale's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and, without thinking, he asked, "Am I not enough, angel?"

Aziraphale, looking concerned, sat across from Crowley and asked softly, "What are you talking about, dear?"

Crowley, still raw from the memories he had just relived, grabbed Aziraphale's hand and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Am I not enough as I am? Did you really want me to become an angel again? You seemed so happy with the idea of me being an angel again. Am I not good enough for you as I am?"

"I've been waiting for this since, um... "

The red-haired angel looked around before continuing, "Well, always." 

Aziraphale tried to introduce himself, but the other angel barely paid him any attention before exclaiming, "Okay, here goes."

He raised his hand, levitated the book toward him, and continued, "Let there be matter, let there be gravity, let there be everything from page 11 to 3,000,602 inclusive."

Nothing happened, and Aziraphale ventured a question, "Is something meant to happen?"

The red-haired angel took no offense and replied, "Oh, right, sorry, yes, yes. I knew I'd missed one."

Aziraphale laughed lightly, and the other angel raised his hand before saying softly, "Let there be light."

And there, in front of Aziraphale's astonished eyes, was an explosion of light and color, and he didn't know where to look until the other angel's joyful cheering caught his attention. Then, Aziraphale was more fascinated by the sheer joy he radiated as he spoke of his creation than by the creation itself.

Aziraphale clasped Crowley's hand between his two hands and replied in a voice broken with emotion, "I wanted to see you smile. I just wanted to see you smile like you did that day. You looked so happy, and when Metatron dangled the possibility of giving you that joy again, all I could think about was that. I wanted to see you smile like that again. I swear, Crowley, I never thought you weren't enough. Never." He continued in a lower, almost inaudible voice, "Besides, if anyone isn't enough, it's me."

Crowley dropped his head onto their entwined hands and Aziraphale felt a wetness on his skin. He withdrew one of his hands and placed it on the red hair, gently stroking Crowley's head, "I'm so, so sorry I ever let you think you weren't good enough. It was never about that. I wanted..." Aziraphale swallowed a few times before replying, "I just... wanted to make you happy."

He closed his eyes to hold back the tears because it wasn't about him, it was about Crowley. 

Crowley who had suffered at his hands.

He was the one who needed comforting.

With his eyes still closed, concentrating on not letting his emotions overwhelm him, he didn't notice that Crowley had raised his head. So he flinched slightly when the demon cupped his face between his hands making him open his eyes.

Crowley's eyes were still wet from the tears he had just shed, and in a trembling voice he said softly, "Oh, Angel, I don't need stars or nebulae to be happy. Do you know what happiness is to me? It's every moment I get to spend with you. I may be grumpy and reluctant, but I cherish every moment I spend with you. Whether it's watching you eat without restraint, sharing a drink, getting drunk and talking nonsense, witnessing your passion for magic when you have no talent for it..."

Aziraphale let out a sobbing laugh from the tears he finally couldn't hold back as Crowley continued, "'Cause angel, we know you have no talent for it. My happiness is to see you rejoice in the little things in life, to cherish those little things, my happiness is to see you smile without holding back because you think it's wrong. That and so much more. My happiness is you. Just you. No need for stars, heavens, or anything else. Just you."

As Crowley wiped the tears from the angel's eyes with his thumbs, Aziraphale managed to say, "And my happiness is you, it's just you being happy."

Crowley shook his head and chuckled, "We're such fools. We wanted each other's happiness so badly that we didn't ask ourselves what would make the other person happy. Nina and Maggie were right, we really need to learn how to talk to each other, angel."

Aziraphale whispered, "I'm still sorry I hurt you so much that day.

Crowley ran his thumb over the angel's lips and said gently, "I'm not going to lie to you. It hurt. It still hurts when I think about it. But I've forgiven you. And I'm sure things will get a little better every day."

He pressed his forehead against the angel's and continued, "And don't think I didn't hear you when you said you thought you weren't enough for me. There's no such thing. We're perfect for each other, don't you think? A group of two. You and me. Us. What do you say?"

Aziraphale, realizing that he was repeating the words of that day, nodded and managed to murmur through tears, "Yes, yes..."

Crowley murmured almost inaudibly, "May I kiss you, angel?" 

Aziraphale responded by closing the distance and gently pressing his lips to the demon's. Crowley slid his hands behind Aziraphale's neck as their lips pressed together in a kiss that tasted of the salt of their tears. It was long and deep, incredibly sweet because they were both raw from the emotions that had run through them, from baring their hearts once again.

When they pulled away to catch their breath, they remained forehead to forehead for a few moments, neither wanting to part. Then Crowley laid his head on Aziraphale's shoulder and, wrapping his arms around his waist, hesitantly whispered, "Angel, can I stay with you tonight?"

Aziraphale, burying his fingers in the demon's hair, replied softly, almost shyly, "Yes, please. Stay."

He felt Crowley sigh in relief and held him a little tighter.

Burying his face in the crook of Aziraphale's neck, Crowley breathed against him, "You're the one who makes me happy. Don't leave me."

Aziraphale pressed a lingering kiss to Crowley's temple and said in a soft but sure voice, "I swear to you, Crowley, I'll never leave you."

After a few moments, he felt Crowley relax against him, and Aziraphale, humbled by the demon's vulnerability, promised himself to grow stronger. To become the person he could truly depend on. To become the one Crowley deserved.

He wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders and whispered into his hair one last time,"Never again."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[beck-a-leck]

If i post this at 2:30AM then nobody will see it and I can just pretend it doesn't exist until people wake up and I'm in bed lmao

Anyways, I finished up a long in progress WIP last night and I did want to share it before I lost my nerve, because I've never shared anything Explicitly Spicy before.

Have a little AU of the Empress Frey AU, because I had an idea and while I didn't want it to be canon, it was too delicious to not write.

Adored - by TheBeckster; Complete, 1/1, 6k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Rune Factory 4 Relationship: Frey/Vishnal; Characters: Frey, Vishnal Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Empress Frey AU, Vishnal has an authority kink, Frey kinda likes bossing him around, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Sex, One Night Stands, Foreplay, Tenderness, Undressing, Not actually canon to Our Dear Empress. Just in the same AU, Dom/sub Undertones, how do you tag porn? halp! i've never shared anything spicy before. i hope it's not hot garbage Summary: “We’ve gotta make the most of our one night together. When it’s over and done, we’ll both be so alone.” It's Frey's last night in Selphia before she leaves forever to become Empress of the Sechs Empire, and she desperately does not want to be alone. Vishnal brings his princess one last cup of tea, a butler doing his duties. They can't bear to speak the half-lies and premature truths their hearts so desperately call out.

Preview:

A sudden urge gripped Frey; a flood of regrets, so many things left unsaid, things she never gathered the courage to confess. "Vishnal, I never told –" "Hush, you don't have to say anything." He squeezed her hands. "Yes, I do. I'll regret it forever if I leave without saying it." "And if you leave having said it, Frey, will that make things any better?" No. It very well might make things worse, make leaving harder, but Frey had to say it. She had to say something. She had so many chances to bring it up. His solemn eyes met hers, pleading and understanding. “I always thought there would be more time… Vishnal, we could have been…” “I know.” Frey moved without thinking. She leaned forward, closing the gap between her and Vishnal, pressing her lips against his. He was stunned for a moment before he responded. His hand came up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushed over her tear-streaked cheek. Then he froze, pulled away. “We can’t.” He whispered hoarsely. “N-not like this. It’s not appropriate. It was tricky enough when you were just my-our princess.” Frey leaned back, created more space. “I’m not your princess anymore. You are not my butler.” “You’re an Empress now. I am just a servant.”

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

Lied-kun's Sleepover.

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LIED POV

I packed up all the stuff needed for the sleepover. I'm excited and nervous and the same time. I organized my Gyari collection in my bag and bought my toothbrush and toothpaste. I feel really honored that Iruma wanted me to sleepover. As I fold my PJs I thought about our conversation.

All though what does he wants to talk about?..

~Flashback~

I love Iruma I truly do (as a friend/brother in arms) but this is getting worrying. He hasn't replied in 30 minutes. I was annoyed at first, but I knew that Iruma isn't the type to leave me on read.

Ever since I sent him the picture, he hasn't respond. Maybe he went to the bathroo-

GYARI,GYARI,GYARI! ( his ringtone )

All of the sudden, my thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. It was from Iruma. I sigh from relief. I picked up the call.

"Hey Lied-kun! Sorry for the delay.." He sounded kind of..hoarse? I didn't think much of it. What he said next was more interesting.

"Hey..Lied-kun can you come over? I kinda want to know more of Akudols.. what if you sleepover the nigh-" I choked. Shit. Now we're having  ✨The Awkward Silence Show ✨. Great job me. As I continue to drag myself to hell, Iruma interrupted.

"You know what- you probably don't want to come over anyways, I mean I was already being rude in the first plac-" O' hell no, he ain't gonna talk shit about himself in front of me. " Iruma it's fine, I was more worried than annoyed. Plus I would love to come to your house."

I gulped and pause for a bit then continued " The only person your being rude to is yourself." Silence. That's all I heard until Iruma replied. "Oh, ok! Then 8 PM is okay? Tonight? I'll send you the location!" his voice sounded excited like a little kid. I chuckled. "Sure.."

Iruma sighed. What is he..? " I needed to talk to you tonight. So thanks. I'm only gonna say this once..." I can hear him sigh and continued.

" Arigato, Onii-chan." Then he hung up

It took a moment to process the information. When I finally got what he meant, I literally and internally screamed.

"YOU CAN'T JUST HANG UP LIKE THAT! WHAT THE DELKIRA SH-"

"Urusai Lied!" Shit. I forgot Nee-chan is still here. It's already 6:55 PM. I better start packing.

~Flashback ended~

I dozed off too long. I looked my clock and it was already 7:45 PM. SHIT SHIT SHIT WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO!? OH RIGHT NEE-CHAN! I shoved all my stuff in my bag and screamed "NEEE-CHAAAAN!" Boy, Nee-chan was not happy.

"WHAT!?" her voice was like a beast awoken from their slumber. I remember about the negotiation, oh my devi I never thought I would do this. " Hey Nee-chan remember when you always wanted to test your driving ever since you've brag about your driver's license?"

She quit her terrifying face and soften her gaze. "I'm listening..." She always wanted to drive ever since she got her driver's license but she's a terrible driver. "I'm giving you a chance if you drive me to this location before it hits 8 PM!" I showed her the location of Iruma-kun's house."

"Okay fine.. but I won't go easy on you.." she smirked as she picked on the apartment keys and open the door. I shivered. Oh Delkira-sama, save me.

TIMESKIP

"I'm gonna puke." I shouldn't have done this. How the devi did she get her driver's license. "Well, we arrived here in time,didn't we?" She directed her eyes on her watch. 7: 58 PM. I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car. "See you tomorrow, Nee-chan." I said as I slammed the car door. I looked up on Iruma-kun house. It's not really a house..it's basically a mansion.

I got startled by Opera-sensei as soon as I looked back down. " Welcome. Lied-kun." I was still shocked from how fast they got here. "A-arigato, O-Opera-sensei." They took my bag from my hand. " You don't have to call me sensei, just call me Opera-san when we're not at Babyls.

I looked around Iruma's house as we walked, it's not that I've never been here before but the view is quite beautiful at night here. Damn, Iruma-kun is so lucky to have such nice parents.. while my parents....

My thoughts were interrupted by a singing voice, Both of Opera san's ear went up. " Iruma-sama?.."

"♫ I could be, I could be your boyfriend ♫"

(This is a song he's singing, it's from his favourite Akudol, (in this fanfic series not irl) plus this song is sang by his voice actor so..)

Me and Opera-san slowly peaked inside.

*(I suck at side drawing)

"♫ Otoko to shite mi rarete inakute mo. ♫"

Translation: Even if you don't see me as a man

He sang the song peacefully while wearing his headphones. Wait.. I have heard this song before.. wait that new Akudol... He's been saying he wants to talk to me about it..

I looked over at Opera-san and got startled again when they were suddenly holding a recording device. How did they-? I didn't have time to think about it when Iruma suddenly noticed us.

"Oh Lied-kun, Opera san?"

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ENDING

I thought it would be nice if he would decide to sing while waiting for Lied to come and of course Opera being the 2nd most doting parent to Iruma would record the whole thing. And more Lied and Iruma frienship because it's underrated af. Hope you enjoy my continuation.

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Claire has logged off

[iwillberunningfromdemons]

"Some of them are just children," her father complained. He had followed at her heels.

"And Rapskal was right. All of us are heavily marked. Except for Tats." She did glance at her father now. "And that explains why most of us are young," she said simply. Neither she nor her father needed to be reminded that those who were heavily marked from a young age seldom lived long into their thirties.

Her father caught her wrist. "Like lambs to the slaughter," he said quietly, and she wondered at his strange words and how tightly he held on to her. Then he added, "Thymara, you don't have to do this. Stay home. I know that your mother makes things difficult for you, but I-"

She cut him off before he could say anything more. "Papa, I do have to do this! I signed a contract. What do we always say? A Trader is only as good as his word. And I've done more than just given my word, I've signed my name to it." She thought of her dreams of a dragon bonding with her. She would not speak those. Rapskal's extravagant fancy still echoed in her mind. She took a deeper breath and added pragmatically, "And we both know that I do need to do this. Just so I can say that I stepped up and did something with my life. I love being your daughter, but that can't be all I ever am. I need to-" She groped for words. "I need to measure myself against the world. Prove that I can stand up to it and be something."

You're already something," he insisted, but the strength had gone out of his argument. When she put her hand over his, he released his grip on her wrist. She stopped where she was. Tats, ahead of them, looked back curiously. She shook her head at him slightly and he moved on.

"We should say goodbye here," she said suddenly.

"I can't." Her father seemed horrified at the idea.

"Papa, I have to go. And this is a good time for us to part. I know you'll worry about me. I know I'll miss you. But let's part now, at the beginning of my adventure. Tell me 'good luck' and let me go."

"But-" he said, and then suddenly he hugged her tight. He whispered hoarsely into her ear. "Go on then, Thymara. Go on, and measure yourself. It won't prove anything to me because I already know your measure, and I've never doubted you. But go find out what you have to find out. And then come back to me. Please. Don't let this be the last time I see you."

"Papa, don't be silly. Of course I'll come back," she said, but at his words a prickle of dread had run up her spine. No, I won't. The thought was so strong that she couldn't voice it. So she hugged him tightly, and then, as he released her, she pushed her small pouch of money into his hand. "You keep this safe for me, until I come back," she told him. Then, before he could react to that, she turned and darted from his embrace. She wouldn't need the money on their expedition. And perhaps, if she never came back, it would be helpful to him. Let him hold it now and think it meant a promise to return.

The Dragon Keeper, by Robin Hobb (Rain Wild Chronicles #1)

[tcheschirewrites]

Hhhhhh and because I am In A Good Place right now, let’s have a little bonus short. You want to know what Justin and Jen have been up to, those two wiliest of snakes, while RC and Dick have been in Japane? Well, let’s find out!

(Considering the length - I accidentally 1.7k - and technically it’s plot-advancing, I guess we can consider this chapter 20.5? lol)

The dim lighting of so many of the gastropubs in the city gave him a headache. Like, sure. He understood the ambiance, along with the pulsing music at just a few decibels shy of a migraine, and yes, all right, he had spent his fair share of time in joints with far lower lighting and beats with far deeper bass, but in his regular day to day, the need to hobknob frustrated him.

Justin adjusted his tie, tugging it further away from his Adam’s apple.

From her seat across the table, texting Richard or checking her emails or scrolling Instagram or whatever it was she was doing when she was pretending she wasn’t paying attention, Jennifer scowled at him. She reached over to him, fussing lightly with his lapels, the creases of his shirt against his slouched posture.

“Stop doing that,” she chided, sliding the knot of the tie back to its position against his throat. “Can you seriously not keep still for two hours? You’re incredible.”

“This is what happens when I don’t have you to take care of me Jen,” he groused, discreetly loosening his tie just slightly when she looked away for half a moment.

“Can it,” she replied, sipping neatly from her water. “I think I see him coming.”

Out of reflex, Justin tightened his tie, running a hand over his hair. “You’re sure we’ve got everything we need this time?”

Jen glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes aglow in the low lighting of the restaurant, reminding him so very much of the Jennifer he had met during university, and his chest ached. “Oh yeah,” she said, and her tone was so self-assured he allowed himself a glimmer of a real smile.

His father strode up to the table, seating himself without waiting for a greeting. “I’ve spoken with Mr. Kaiba. His terms are outstanding. I hope you’ve decided as one that this acquisition is well within business interests?”

Justin was practiced at swallowing the dark bile of his father’s reptilian cruelty – Jen less so, though her tenure as a legal counselor had left her well equipped to don the proper mask for the situation. “You know, pops, we have. We’ve spoken with Dick Grant and our Chief Marketing Officer, and we all agreed that a total sale at these terms was an offer we couldn’t refuse.”

“Justin, you know I don’t abide movie references.”

Raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, mostly to field Jennifer leaping across the table to strangle his father, Justin allowed himself a chuckle. “I know, old man, but I think you’ll find it’s appropriate, considering the situation. We nailed that Japanese bastard hook, line, and sinker.”

“That’s wonderful news. I’ve read the proposal, and the extra numbers packet you provided me earlier. Third Star stands to make quite a bit of money from the sale of the market shares.”

“Fuck yeah, they do.” Justin’s lips curled into a grin at the furrow in his father’s brow. He knew exactly what was going through the scaly fucker’s mind – Justin had never been so crass in his presence before, never stooped so low as to be anything but formal in front of James. “As my C Suite are majority shareholders, I’m real happy for the decision they made. Gonna net them a shitload of a nest egg. And you know what? They earned it.”

There was an intense silence, obstructed only briefly by the server swinging by the table to gather a drink order from James only to be met with a brusque wave of his hand; he did not take his eyes off of his son’s face.

The silence lasted a beat longer, then; “You mean you earned it. Second-person plural. As CEO of the company, you’ve invested in the largest amount of shares – “

“Ahhh, yeah,” Justin cut him off smoothly, leaning back against the booth and threading his fingers to a basket behind his head. “About that.”

Jennifer stepped in here, digging into her bag for a brief moment before retrieving a manila folder. “I’m sorry to say, Mr. Carriger, sir, but Justin is actually no longer eligible to his rights as a shareholder in the event of a buyout.”

James did not take his eyes from Justin’s face. “You don’t say.”

“Mm.” She flicked open the folder expertly, spreading a couple of key documents over the table before situating herself back into her chair, taking another dainty sip of her water. “In the company bylaws, section thirteen article D, in the event of a buyout, any shareholder who has brought direct hard to an employee must forfeit the market value of those shares.”

The disgust in James’ eyes was palpable, and here he finally turned away from his son with a curl of his lip, rounding his attention to Jennifer. “I think you must be forgetting section sixteen, article B, that any executive who has lost their shares in the event of an accident will cede the market value of those shares to their next of kin.”

“Accident?” Jennifer batted her lashes at him, playing coy, playing dumb in a way that Justin knew she had learned in her years at law school and had only heard about second-hand. “Which accident are we talking about, sir?”

Verging on the edge of his patience, James replied, “The train accident – now, Justin is not directly responsible for the accident on the KaibaCorporation bullet train, but it can be acknowledged that his decisions as Chief Executive Officer are what led to your fiancé and that poor woman’s injuries. It’s my understanding they did not seek extraordinary compensation, and their dedication to the company is to be acknowledged, but – “

Jennifer let out a cooing laugh, grating and pretty and eminently false. “Oh, no, sir. To my understanding, neither party involved in the train accident in Domino were seeking punitive damages for their injuries. But that has absolutely no bearing on the sexual assault your son was involved in earlier this week with his subordinate, the Chief Marketing Officer of Third Star Gaming.”

Justin had to hand it to her: he had never seen his father so speechless, and even from his position as an observer, he had to crack a smile.

“He what.”

The smile plastered on Jennifer’s face widened, all glimmering teeth and threatening promise. “Oh yes, sir. It was reported to me only hours after it occurred, and I confirmed it with the victim shortly thereafter. Her statement is here, if you care to read it. I had it transcribed this afternoon for your convenience.”

From the mutinous look on James’ usually cool face, he did not care to read it. His cheeks began to spot with red, and Justin thought he saw his father’s pulse jump in his neck.

He retained his composure, though, turning back to his son, who raised his brows and shoulders in a gesture of feigned helplessness. “I find it difficult to believe that you would be so careless as to let your libido get the better of you, Justin. At such a critical juncture.”

The accusation was plain, and Justin said nothing, nodding briefly at Jen.

“Now, as you are aware, sir, pursuant to article 13 section D is the following addendum – “ She cleared her throat before continuing; “’If any executive person or persons from party A – that is, Third Star, as specified in line two of the company bylaws – bring egregious bodily harm or otherwise inflict considerable pain and suffering, then during the event of a complete corporate acquisition those shares would not transfer to next of kin (see: article ten, section K et al), but would instead be split amongst the remaining executives of party A.”

Jennifer smiled prettily at his father, and Justin had to admire the irony of the picture. “Now, I’m sure you’d agree that a confessed sexual assault falls into the category of both bodily harm and pain and suffering, but – “ She paused here to dig into her purse for another manila folder, this time much thicker, and slapped it onto the table in front of James with such force that the silverware rattled. “Even if you don’t agree, it’s all right, because we’ve checked with insurance and HR.”

James did not move, instead staring at the thick folder before him with such intensity that Justin thought it might catch fire. Finally, he raised his sharp blue eyes to his son’s face, and Justin had to wonder at the electricity in those eyes – eyes he had so long been spellbound by, locked into place by some wretched sense of duty.

“You son of a bitch.”

Under any other circumstances, Justin would have seized the other man by his collar, throttled him, laid him out with a cold cock to the nose – but considering the situation, he could only laugh. “Hey, now, I don’t think it’s right to speak that way about the dead. I dunno about Irish culture, but I know for sure mom’s people wouldn’t like you talking about her that way.”

“I’m not talking about her, you raving buffoon. I’m talking about you. You absolutely incompetent monkey. What on earth were you thinking?”

What was he thinking? He’d had a primer on the bylaws when his father had installed him as CEO of this venture, but after the train accident in the spring, Jennifer had sat him down and gone over them with him in depth, and he realized how stupid everything was. How so little was dictated by fate, and how if he wanted to have any say, he would have to seize control of what little he had. There was no evidence to support his deepest of thoughts, of course, the suspicions and conspiracies he’d concocted in the middle of the night when only his bottle of cheap tequila was there to keep him company.

But he’d had a gut feeling like this before.

And this time, he would not allow someone he loved to die for it.

“What can I say dad?” he finally said, spreading his hands wide into a shrug, his grin turning sharp. “I never was good with your money.”

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Colours | X. Dj

Pairing» Xiaojun x f!Reader

Genre» Angst, Fluff, Smut (suggestive)

Warning(s)» Friends to lovers trope, Xiaojun kinda loses his temper but that subdues, heavy makeout session, groping, public sex, fingering, implied sex towards the ending (open imagination since the request was kinda vague), steamy, our boi dejun get's flustered by Y/n's bubbly personality. I think that's about it. Lmao not proof read, so it will contain a hell lot of mistakes.

Wc; type» 2.06k ; oneshot

Red.

All Xiaojun could see is Red. 

To have the person who dragged him all the way to some stupid reunion party against his will to abandon him in the first five minutes with the pathetic excuse of "I'll go grab us some drinks" only to never return back to his aid had Xiaojun boil with anger. 

To have you smiling and laughing, clinging and grasping at a man he's never seen before is Infuriating. 

To see you so smitten by a guy other than Xiaojun had him seeing crimson with comically visible smoke coming out of his ears, arms shaking, jaw set rigid with palms growing moist from all the clenching and unclenching. 

Xiaojun felt yellow. 

He felt insecure at how the man before you just seemed to be much to your taste. 

He felt unsure of whether or not he should risk walking up to you and talk the talk he'd wanted to let out since the day you stood up for the lad. And inevitably, and much to his pleasure, stood by him in the process till date. 

He felt that maybe, just maybe, he's not worthy of having a girl as astounding as you. And all that sliver of hope he'd held onto only seemed to be slipping away from his grasp. 

Xiaojun felt blue. 

The dreading feeling that he'd lose all that the two of you built until where your relationship stands today with a single mistake bubbles inside of him. 

Watching you from afar with a man potentially your dream guy just made him feel blue. Numb, and as though a part of him was slowly chipping away. 

The immense feeling of sheer sadness had him want to turn on his heels and back out to what he thinks "get out of your way" and to prevent further breakage of his heart. 

Until he saw red again. 

Watching you throw yourself at this stranger, arms tightly wrapped around the bastard's waist, hips joint, with his hands running through the soft curls of your tresses, "who does he think he is?" 

How entitled must this man think he is to expand the white between the two of you? You and Xiaojun were meant to be and he'd only flick your head and call you stupid if you ever said otherwise. 

Eyebrows furrowing as Xiaojun followed each of your actions. How your chin tucks and you hide your face in this 'dream bastard's' chest, arms idly resting on his torso, your hair covering your face from all the moving around. He kept watching you;

Until your gaze met. 

Time seemed to stand still, in a much cliché fashion. Seeing the expressionless look on his face seemed to have clicked the power on button somewhere in your head.

You'd unintentionally abandoned the man you promised you wouldn't. 

Almost as though Xiaojun could see the wheels turning inside your head, he sneers at you, immediately turning around to walk into a corner the moment he saw you approaching him through the crowd filled with hookers, stoners, and people too bored for their own good. 

"Jun, wait up!" 

He could hear your shrill voice call out to him the moment he rounded a turn. He didn't turn, however, mind clouded red, crimson and ebony with jealousy, envy and all mixed emotions, he felt dizzy. 

You catching up to him only seemed to worsen his dizziness, "Jun! I-i'm so sorry i forgot about you, it's just my b-" 

"Forgot about me, huh?" Xiaojun's voice comes gruff, hoarse from the inadequate usage. He doesn't bother turning around to look at you, wouldn't have done much anyways, the lighting of the area so dim, he can barely make out your silhouette. 

Besides, his vision is clouded with black, wouldn't have done much anyways. 

"No no, not forget forget about you! I just got caught up with my b-" 

"boyfriend? Y/n, are you oblivious to not know how  I feel? Am I vague? Oh I'm sorry, am I not obvious enough?" Through the darkness, you could see Xiaojun's shoulder shake, his tone strained, his head hung low, avoiding your gaze the closer you got. "Jun, what are you talking about?" 

You seemed to be feeling grey, confused. 

"Your boyfriend, Y/n." 

"Jun, boyfriend-!" "I like you damn it!" you flinch as he abruptly turns around, the red building inside him so rapidly that it inevitably ends up exploding.

"You know I like you, no, I love you. Why else would you have been waltzing around acting like a pliant, docile girlfriend?" The grey intensifies within you the faster Xiaojun talks quick strides towards you. 

Your silence and the unconscious stepping back seemed to plant a seed of yellow within him again. "You led me on. You seemingly ignored my feelings. Because you obviously know I like you, don't you?" The red appears again, mixing with the intense yellow, blending into a terrific orange as Xiaojun closes the space between the two of you with newfound confidence. 

"You like me.." you whisper, your palms pressing onto the greasy wall behind you where Xiaojun had you cornered, your eyes shaking in ecstasy. He likes you, no. He loves you.

"You need to a whole 'nother level of airhead if you think i view you merely as a friend-" Somewhere in your head, you know he's talking to you, but his voice seems to numb out in the beautiful crimson that's taking over your heart, with a slight mix of elegant yellow and purple so faint it could come off as violet. "You like me!" you look up at him. 

"-Yes, Y/n, keep up god damn! But do you care? Of course not! You go get yourself a boyfriend while i wallow in self pity-" 

"Oh god you like me!" you bounce with all the vibrant colors swirling inside you, your arms lifting up to wrap around the lads neck, who jumps at the unexpected action, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and slight fury.

"Does it matter, Y/n? Your boyfriend's probably looking for you now-" 

"Jun, what are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend!" you pull him down to be leveled with you, looking him intensely in the eye as you watch the familiar grey dominate his irises. 

"Th-Then, that man you were all over..? You cannot possibly tell me he's not your boyfriend" he seems to be fighting to hold onto the red fury as it slowly turns into a rosy flush. "The man I was all over..?" you question seemingly to yourself, as the wheels turn  in your head once again until the entire process comes to an abrupt halt at the realization hitting you. 

"Jun, that's my brother! My cousin!" 

The look on the lad's face is so incredulous that you break out into a cheshire grin, "you were jealous of my brother?" you giggle, as you playfully punch at his chest which deflates as he radiates bright crimson, skin heated. 

"o-okay brother. brother, alright. Though, I still don't stand a chance, do i?" Xiaojun questions, stammering with embarrassment while being overcome with a sudden sense of blue. Sure you didn't have a boyfriend, doesn't change the fact that you're way out of his league. 

You stare into his eyes, hoping that would somehow convey the answer to his question, but the more you just look at him, the more the light in his eyes seems to dim out. 

Offering him a soft smile, which he doesn't seem to notice, you catch him off guard when you lift his head up, tilting it while pressing your lips onto his ever so gently. Providing a soft peck as you sigh in ecstasy. 

You let your lips linger a little longer, silently pouring out your heart into the soft action of affection before hesitantly pulling away. 

"Does that answer your question?" your gentle voice pulls Xiaojun out of his haze. 

You kissed him. You like him. He stands a chance with you. 

That seems to snap the last bit of self restraint in him as he captures your lips once again with much fervor. Molding his lips with yours, all signs of softness thrown out of the window as his hands circle your hips, pulling you flush against him. 

The feeling of your heat encircling him makes him groan into the kiss, making a wave of shock run through your spine. The hairs on your hand standing proud as you play with the hair at the back of his neck, pulling at it. 

Biting down on your lips, Xiaojun positively earns a moan from you. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours, easily dominating your tongue as you slowly, subconsciously start grinding against him, making him squeeze tight at your hips. 

"I.. Love you.. Jun" you say in between the kiss as his hands travel further south, groping at your ass, pulling you in, supporting your grinds on his crotch.

"Fuck.." he sighs at the words, slithering wet kisses from your lips to the edge of your lips, moving onto the jaw before choosing to nip at the skin, "say it again, doll" he rasps onto your neck, while his hands sneakily makes its way under the flimsy material of your skirt, thumbing at your growing wetness while staring intently at you, silently asking for the green flag to proceed.

"I.. I love you. I love you, Xiaojun!" you nod at him while pouring all your adoration onto the lad, you'd waited too long for the two of you to take it slow from now on forth. 

Xiaojun moves your panties to the side, immediately finding the bundle of nerves, pressing nimbly onto your clit, basking in your little whimpers and shakes. 

He wastes no time to draw figure eights onto the sensitive bud, cooing at you while marking his territory on your neck, your jaw, the naked skin of your shoulders and collarbone, exposed by the off shoulder top you'd chosen for the evening. 

"I love you, too, princess. You've no idea how long I've waited for this moment." he moans onto your neck while sliding in a slender digit into your wet cavern. 

You grow frantic, soaking in all the emotions Xiaojun is pouring onto you with his actions and words, being pulled close to your high, embarrassing faster than you'd appreciate.

"You've no idea how many times I'm imagined taking you until all you can remember is my name, not even yours" he starts moving his digits after fitting in another one of his long fingers, the slick pouring out of your cunt pooling onto his palms as your moans come out as squeals. Your brain is hazing with a pleasant pink, blue and red. All of the emotions overwhelming you.

"You look gorgeous, doll face" he kisses softly at the side of your lips when you start clenching around his fingers, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

"J-Jun.." you sigh, face flush with content, legs shaking, your form only being held up by his strong grip, his intense gaze making you feel so small, so vulnerable, all the tell-tale signs of your orgasm nearing you present as he accelerates his fingers, clearly catching onto the fact that you'd come undone any second. 

"You gonna come for me, pretty? Am I making you feel good?" he grunts while nibbling at the lobe of your ears, digits moving so fast inside your calls that you can hear the squelching obscene voices of your walls over the loud music playing in the background, his palm constantly rubbing against your clit. 

"Feel's so g-good, Jun.." You grip onto his forearm to keep you grounded as your orgasm washes over you. Your jaw slacks as you convulse around his fingers. Xiaojun cooing praises into your ears as he helps you ride out your orgasm, pulling you into a kiss as you push his fingers away when he slowly drives you into overstimulation. 

"Fuck, you're perfect." he stares at you with adoration while you catch your breath. Forcing yourself to step out of your daze. You smile shyly until it turns into a sly smirk as you move your hands to grab at his painfully evident dent, slowly rasping out as you move closer to him,

"Your place or mine?" 

The red never felt so satisfying to Xiaojun until now. 

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Harry Gets Food Poisoning While at Your House

This prompt was requested by this ask and I just put my own take on it. Hope everyone enjoys.

Things to help you understand this story better:

(Boyfriend-Girlfriend/Dating for 2 years/Harry stays over at your place a lot/You ate something different than Harry/Dunkirk Harry era)

(wish that photo was really Harry but unfortunately its not. dead give away by the hand :( )

Harry and yourself decided to order Chinese take-out for a at-home date night. You both scoffed down the tasty food while sitting on the sofa watching romantic comedies. Once you finished eating, you and Harry cuddled together on the sofa under a warm fluffy blanket. You laying on your back and Harry laying on his tummy between your legs, with his head resting on your boobs. While focusing on the film, you run your small fingers in his brown curls and he relaxes into your touch, letting out content sighs.

About an hour after eating, Harry becomes restless on top of you. Before, he was laying peacefully, but now he's squirming every few seconds. "You alright babe?" you question down to Harry on your chest.

"Mhmm my stomachs starting to hurt." he replies truthfully. He's unsure the cause but his stomach is swirling and his heart rate is picking up at the mere thought of having to be sick. Especially the thought of being sick at his girlfriends house during the at-home date you had planed. He doesn't want to ruin it by getting sick.

"Oh m'sorry. Do you think it was the Chinese food?" you speak remorsefully.

"I don't know but I don't want to be sick," Harry says with a voice crack indicating he's actually getting upset, "and ruin our date night." When he finishes his sentence, he starts softly sobbing into your chest.

"Hey, hey, Harry," you say sternly but still in your caring voice, "you would not be ruining our date night. You can't help if your feel sick. Do you maybe want to go sit in the bathroom so you're closer to the toilet?"

Harry just nods his head and you help him stand up from his position on your chest and onto his barley stable feet. Then you guide him to your downstairs hall bathroom because its the closest bathroom to your living room. You walk Harry up to the toilet and help him kneel down in front and you squat down behind him. "I feel so sick y/n!" Harry moans out through shallow breaths.

"It's gonna be okay Harry. I'm right here. It's okay to be sick. I won't be mad." you reassure your boyfriend so he knows he doesn't have to keep in his sick for your sake and so he'll feel better. Because you know undoubtedly he has food poisoning from the Chinese food he ate earlier and if he keeps the toxins in his body, he will just feel sicker and sicker.

Harry's back arches over the toilet as he lets out a sickly sounding gag. You grimace at the noise but know you must keep it together to take care of him and comfort him. He's breathing rather heavy with his mouth hanging open and saliva dripping out into the water. "Shhh babe, just relax and throw up. Your tummy will feel so much better after." you gently coo in his ear. You have one hand rubbing circles on his muscular back and one hand pushing back his curly bangs that's falling in his face. He lets out a harsh dry heave and it follows with a long stream of vomit exiting out his mouth and splattering in the toilet water. You have to close your eyes to not be sick yourself.

In-between spells of emptying his stomach, Harry mutters, "You can leave me in here alone. Don't want you seeing me like this." He is absolutely crazy to think you'd leave him in such a vulnerable state. You love Harry and him being sick doesn't stray you away from being by his side in such a situation.

"Harry, I am not leaving you. I don't care if you're sick. You've seen me sick many times and took care of me each of those times. So I'm taking care of you." you calmly say back. Honestly, Harry feels so sick that he doesn't try and argue with you. If he's being truthful, he's actually thankful you're with him, comforting him, because he hates being sick alone. He may not admit that out loud but its true. Something else that happens when Harry's sick, alone or with someone there with him, he gets emotional. An uncontrollable emotion that follows during or after getting sick. One thing he hates most about this situation right now is looking weak in front of you. He's always so strong and being this vulnerable in your eyes suck.

What Harry doesn't know is that you like this side of him. Not the sick version of course but the weak side. It shows he isn't perfect and you honestly don't think you could even date someone who puts themselves out as such.

Harry forcefully throws up a few more times until he's just dry heaving with nothing more to expel. "I think you're done babe." you tell Harry softly as he's dry heaving with no results.

Harry just shakes his head weakly and replies, "I still feel sick though. My stomach hurts so bad." Tears are rolling down his face and his hands that grip the sides of the toilet seat are slightly shaking.

"I know but I think the toilet is making you feel more sick." You reach over him to flush his puke down the toilet so he doesn't have to look at it a minute longer. Harry sits up straight and turns his head back slowly to look at you. This is the first time you have seen his face clearly since he's gotten sick tonight and the first thing you notice is how red his eyes are, probably from all the gagging and dry heaving, and you see the wetness of his cheeks due to crying. Along with the bit of vomit that his on the corner of his pink lips and line of sweat on his forehead. You feel horrible for him. You'd hate to be in his position but almost wish the roles were reversed, just to take his discomfort away. That's how much you love him. You'd do just about anything for Harry. Even if that means take his food poisoning away from him and have it yourself.

You reach for some toilet paper and rip a piece off to wipe his mouth clean. While wiping his vomit covered mouth, Harry just sits and stares at you. He feels so little right now. Almost like he's a small child who's just been sick and their mum is cleaning them up. Even though Harry is embarrassed he got sick on what was supposed to be a lovely date night where you both ate non contaminated food, watched film after film, trying not to fall asleep, or maybe had some romantic intimacy at the end of the night, he actually feels happy right now. Not happy his stomach is upset but happy he got lucky enough to have a caring girlfriend that is by his side during his ugliest moments. He thinks he may have just fell more in love with you. Seeing how compassionate you are towards him when he's sick.

When you finish wiping around his mouth and a little bit of nasty drainage from his nose, Harry becomes emotional again. Like stated previously, he always gets quite emotional when he's sick but that's not the only cause of his emotions right now. He is also crying because he's thinking about how much he truly loves you and how he never thought he'd find someone with your level of compassion.

You throw away the soiled tissue and pull Harry forward so you can embrace him in a warm hug. You don't really understand why he's crying so much. Is it because his stomach is still hurting or he's embarrassed? "Why are you crying Harry?" you question him then continue, "It's alright. I'll give you medicine to make you feel better. Don't worry about that."

While rubbing both hands up and down his sweaty back, Harry says through soft sobs, "I just love you so much. How did I get so lucky. I've had partners in the past to push me away when I was sick and you didn't. You stayed and took care of me." He lifts his head so he can view your face when he mutters out the rest. "I'm gonna marry you one day you know. Want to call you my wife. Want to have lots of babies with you. Be with you till I'm a hundred. Promise I do."

His words have brought tears to your eyes. Knowing how grateful Harry is that you're taking care of him when he's sick means so much. You didn't think twice before helping him when he said he felt sick, so it must be the true love you feel for this man crying in your hold. With a shaky smile and watery eyes, you look at him in his glossy green eyes and say, "I would kiss you right now but I have a feeling your breath smells like puke so I'll pass. Love you so much Harry and of course I took care of you. I love you and that's what you do for the people you love. Take care of them in their weakest moments."

You hold him for a few more minutes on the bathroom floor until your bum gets sore from the hard tiles. You help Harry stand to his feet and walk him to your bedroom located up the stairs of your house. Then you help him slide into bed and tell him you'll be right back with some medicine and a glass of water.

A few minutes later, you come back with the upset stomach tablets and water for Harry to take and ease his turning tummy. Once he's taken the medicine, you go grab your mini trash bin in your bathroom and place it beside the bed incase he feels like he's gonna throw up again. Then you turn all the lights off and crawl under the warm blankets with your boyfriend. Without hesitation, Harry scoots over and places his head on your chest. He's past the point of being scared to look weak. He just wants comfort and the one thing that brings him the most is you. The love of his life. "Thank you for taking care of me tonight." Harry whispers with a hoarse voice.

"You don't need to thank me babe. I was glad to be there for you. I know you don't like getting sick and I was happy to at least make the experience a little bit better. Now go to sleep and if you feel sick again, the bin is on the floor beside the bed for you. Also don't be afraid to wake me up if you feel nauseous. I want to be there to comfort you." you reply back in a whispered tone. You kiss the top of his messy curls and Harry relaxes into your hold on him. Feeling safe and secure in your loving arms. Then you both fall fast asleep.

Thankfully Harry didn't get sick anymore through-out the night and the medicine you gave him seemed to have worked. The next day he was just exhausted form exerting so much energy being sick the day before but other than that, his stomach felt calm. You made him homemade chicken soup and cuddled him in bed, watching his favorite movies all day. Loving every second you get to spend with Harry before he has to leave and go on his world tour in a months time.

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The First Snow

Hannah Faber x Fem!Reader

Prompts:

“It’s snowing!”

“What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

“You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

“Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

Words: 953

Disclaimer: I am not saying Hannah celebrates Christmas or I tried to keep her out of holiday stuff.

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Waking up with a small groan Hannah, trying to block the light that poured through the curtains from outside. The light was far brighter than she had expected. The fire watcher turned over in bed and looked at you, who was still fast asleep, she smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close. Now that it was the off season for forest fires she got to stay home with you and relax.

Her nightmares never got better even if she was with you. Though you helped with the aftermath of them. Once you began to stir she was pulled out of her thoughts. Looking down at you with a smile Hannah brushed your hair out of your face and chuckled at your sleepy expression. "Good morning my love." She muttered hoarsely. "Good morning darling" you said softly back to her.

You began to get up looking outside. Your face visibly brightened as you saw the white powdered blanketed across the lawn and rooftops. "It's snowing!" You say excitedly as you practically fall out of bed to look out the window. Hannah slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. Humming to your little shout. "Is it? Well I suppose that means I'll need to shovel the driveway." She says with a sigh before making an oof sound as you basically jumped into her lap wrapping your arms around her neck.

You smiled at her innocently as she kissed you gently. "Before you shovel can you make us hot chocolate?" Hannah gave a laugh as her arms instinctively wrapped around your waist. "What are you? Five?" She teased you as she brushed your hair back out of your face cupping your cheek. "Of course I'll make you hot chocolate. But then I really need to shovel." She said softly and stood up. Hoisting you up with her. You gasped and wrapped your legs around her waist and arms around her neck. Hannah smiled at you and carried you into the kitchen placing you on the counter. "Be sure you make Christmas hot chocolate." You stated as if it were obvious. Hannah's eyebrows furrowed.

"There's no difference from normal hot chocolate and Christmas hot chocolate." She stated confused and looked at you. You feigned hurt as you looked at your tanned girlfriend. "Christmas hot chocolate isn't normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?" You asked her as she continued to make the hit chocolate. Hannah rolled her eyes and pulled out the mini marshmallows glancing at you. As you kicked your feet like a child you watched her with a smile. Hannah chuckled and warmed up the milk moving to stand in between your legs as she placed her hands on your hips. "You seem to be quite festive recently." She stated and kissed your lips gently.

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Once your hot chocolate was made she went to gear up for snow shovelling. Hannah slipped her boots on calling out to wherever you were in the house "Alright I'll be shovelling if you need me!" She shouted before opening the front door and grabbing her shovel. Hannah hummed softly as she got to work. Her nose already turning red because of the cold. She cursed annoyed at the temperature "I've never actually wanted it to be warm out until now." She muttered under her breath heaving another shovel full of snow into the yard.

She didn't notice the front door opening and closing. Nor did she hear the crunch of snow as you walked out into the yard flopping down onto the soft blanket of snow. Hannah only turned to look at you once she heard you giggling. Hannah raised an eyebrow as she watched you squirm in the snow flailing your arms out away from your body. She walked up to you, she couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out when she saw you. “What are you doing?” Hannah asked looking down at you with a smile. You looked up at her stopping your movement “Making a snow angel!” You said with a laugh as you just laid in the cold fluffy snow. Hannah just stood there admiring your quite cute expression. She noticed how out of breath you were, she could see your breath coming out in puffs. Hannah's eyes traveled up to your eyes and she blushed slightly.

“You have snow on your eyelashes, it looks cute.” Hannah stated softly and it was your turn to blush. Hannah chuckled as she slowly sat on the ground next to you. She looked over you again with a bright smile. “You look so beautiful in the snow.” Hannah complimented you again with a blush. You were blushing heavily you could practically melt the snow under you. "Alright my love you need to get back inside it's too cold for you to be in a sweater and leggings." Hannah stated helping you up and giving you a kiss. You whined and gently tugged on her arm "Come inside with me I want to cuddle you. We won't need to drive for a few days." You said softly and continued to tug her inside not before she grabbed her shovel though.

Once inside you both sat on the couch, she had grabbed a blanket while she took off all of her snow gear. You were laying on her lap your ear against her chest and you were wrapped in a blanket while you watched a random Christmas movie. Hannah's hand gently combed through your hair as she kept you close with her other arm. She began to doze off not even halfway through the movie. You gave her a kiss before getting comfortable against her again and began to doze off as well.

[topsytervy]

Not The Right Time ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ has a thing for you. Unfortunatley, it just isn't the right time.

Word count: 1,929 (give or take. did some last minute editing)

Warnings: mention of cheating, drinking, drug use (weed), swearing, not proofread so probably spelling mistakes, I think that's it.

Quick rundown because I have more of these than usual cause this one is slightly more descriptive of the reader (aka you): s/c = skin color, e/c = eye color, h/l = hair length, h/c = hair color, h/t = hair type (curly, straight, etc...)

Me somehow breaking out of my Rafe phase for a minute to write something JJ related? Yes, I am just as surprised as you are.

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JJ lounged in the hammock in the backyard, drinking his third beer of the night with a book next to him. This was a routine for him at this point. While you were out with your boyfriend, he went into the backyard to drink away his sorrows and stayed up until you got home to make sure you actually got home.

The nights when you texted him that you wouldn't be coming home, opting to stay at your boyfriends instead, were the worst for him.

If you asked JJ, your boyfriend was an asshole. He never liked him and probably never would. However, you were his best friend and roommate since you both graduated from high school so whatever made you happy was fine by him.

It just sucked that he wasn't the one who made you happy the way your boyfriend did.

JJ often found himself mesmerized by your beauty. Your beautiful (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes often entranced him which usually caused you to nudge him.

"You good?" You'd ask.

"Absolutely peachy." He'd grin.

After all, How could he not be peachy with you around?

He noticed the way you'd play with your (h/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair mindlessly when you'd be focused on a movie or the way you picked at the skin around your nails when you got nervous.

JJ sighed as he crushed his now empty beer can and reached for another that sat in the cooler next to the hammock.

"Woe is me," he whispered, popping the tab of the new can.

He brought the can to his lips but pulled it away when he heard the front door open and close which caused a confused expression to cross his face.

He didn't hear a car pull up and drop you off like usual since your boyfriend often picked you up.

"Y/N!" He called, hoping that you'd hear him and that it was actually you and not an intruder.

He grew quiet as he heard faint footsteps from inside and the sliding glass door slide open.

"Yeah, it's me." You answered.

Your voice was barely above a whisper which caused JJ to turn his head to face you.

"Come join me for a drink." He waved you over, not being able to make out your face in the darkness.

You shuffled closer to JJ and the faint glow from the solar lights you guys had casted upon your face. JJs face dropped at the sight of yours.

"Oh my god. Y/N," JJ immediately dropped his can on the ground.

The contents spilled onto the grass as he took in your appearance.

You eyes were red from crying, black smudges of mascara on your face and your nose was slightly red, more than likely from the irritation of you constantly wiping it on your sleeve.

"What happened sweetheart?" He asked as he pulled you into the hammock.

"He's been cheating on me." You whispered, your voice hoarse as you laid on him.

He took in a sharp breath and his arms tightened around you. "How do you know?"

"He left his phone at the table when he went to the bathroom and I answered it. Before I could say anything a woman's voice came through and said hey baby. When I suggested she had the wrong number since this was my boyfriends phone, she said no this is Brett's number and that's when I knew."

JJ rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"I am so sorry Y/N." He whispered.

You shrugged, feeling numb.

It was quiet for a few minutes before you noticed the book next to him. "Whatcha reading?"

JJ took an arm from around you and grabbed his book.

"A book of Edgar Allan Poe's works." He answered.

"Can you read to me?" 

JJ nodded as he opened the book. "Want me to start from the beginning?" 

"You can if you want." 

JJ flipped to the first page. "The Cask of Amontillado." He began as you made yourself comfortable.

After half an hour, JJ stopped and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was slightly open. JJ smiled as he made himself comfortable in the hammock. You looked so peaceful and he wasn't about to risk waking you up just to try to get you in your bed. 

He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, letting sleep take over.

******

The next morning, you woke up with a small headache and placed your head in your hands.

"Hey, I made you scrambled eggs with cheese and those ham cubes you like along with some bacon." 

Your head turned towards the voice and you saw JJ walking over with two plates of food, setting them on the patio table that was placed a few feet away from the hammock. 

JJ walked back inside as you stood up and walked over to your breakfast. You stretched as JJ came back with a bottle of apple juice for you and a beer for himself, pulling out his chair before sitting down.

"I was thinking since neither of us work today, we could steal the HMS Pogue from John B and go out on the marsh. Just the two of us. smoke some weed, drink some beer. You know, the usual." The blonde suggested, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth as he did. "Hell, maybe even just stay out there the entire night. We'll pack plenty of food.“ 

You stayed quiet and forked some eggs into your mouth before reaching for your apple juice, attempting to open it. After a few unsuccessful attempts, JJ held out his hand and you gave the bottle to him. He opened it with ease and gave you the bottle back. You took a drink before returning to your food.

Technically, he wouldn't be taking the pogue without John B's permission. He had talked to John B about taking it after a call this morning, telling him what had happened. John B had said the boat was all his for the day and all JJ had to do was to let him know when JJ was planning on confronting Brett so he could get a few punches in.

"So…me, you, and the Pogue out on the marsh?" JJ asked again.

You sighed. " I don't know, J. "

"Okay, I know that last night was rough and I'm 100% sure Brett will get what's coming to him, but today is about making you feel better and I know theres nothing you like more than chilling in the middle of the marsh with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other, maybe some swimming beforehand." He saw you thinking about it and knew you were leaning towards yes so he drove it home. "Plus you like sleeping under the stars and you're always napping on the boat. Why not combine them?" 

You bit your lip, the idea tantalizing.

You nodded. "Okay but don't be all mad cause I'm all mopey." 

"I won't. I'll be fishing while getting high with my best friend." 

" I thought JB was your best friend?" You smirked.

JJ placed a finger to his lips and sent you a wink. "Shh. Our little secret." 

****

You sat on the blanket-covered floor of the HMS Pogue, a joint being passed between you and JJ as you sipped on a beer and ate the abundance of food JJ had brought with.

It was hours later, darkness had fallen and the stars had come out.  JJ had stopped at The Wreck to order a shit ton of food before you took the Pogue out and paid for it all despite you offering to pitch in for half.

"Oh no no no. Rule #1 of friends supporting a friend whos been broken up with: the one who has gone through the break-up doesnt pay for anything the day after."

"Oh yeah? Who made that dumbass rule Maybank?" You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised.

"Uh, I will have you know JJ Maybanks Rules To Help A Friend Through Heartbreak is a number one best seller." JJ shot qt you.

"Oh yeah. I bet that that fake ass book is raking in all the fake ass dough and your signing plenty of fake ass boobs at your fake ass book signing." You nodded.

"Actually, the fake ass bookstore that is holding my fake ass book signing doesn't allow boob autographs. Something about it being inappropriate apparently." He grinned.

You took a bite of your sandwich as you passed the joint to JJ. 

"You know what JJ?"

He hummed in response as he took a hit off the joint.

"This was really nice and I had a really great time today." You grinned.

JJ smiled, happy that the smile was back on your face. " I'm really glad Y/N/N. You know you deserve this, right?" 

You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer before taking the joint back from the blonde.

"I'm serious, Y/N. You deserve this and way more. You deserve someone who can give you everything you need and want." JJ scooted closer to you.

"If I deserve everything like you say I do, J, then why wasn't I good enough for Brett." you whispered.

JJ took the joint from your hand and placed it in the ashtray he had set on the floor before moving next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling your body into his side.

"It's not that you weren't good enough for Brett, Brett wasn't good enough for you. He's a damn fool for letting you go. I've heard Kooks like Topper talking about how bad they want to date you. If a Kook wants to date you, a pogue who hangs out with me who every Kook hates, that means you're a pretty remarkable person." JJ told you.

You felt yourself smile at his words. "You always know what to say, J. Sometimes, I wonder why you haven't used that intelligent brain of yours to woo yourself a girIfriend."

 JJ scoffed at your words.

"I'm serious JJ. You are so much smarter than you think you are. Both streetwise and bookwise. You read me Edgar Allan Poe last night as if it was your first language and didn't even stop to ask me what any words meant like you usually do around the others. You shouldn't hide your smarts, J. Smart you is way sexier than dumb you." JJ felt himself blush and you ruffled his hair as you turned your body to face his. "I wish you let everyone else see the JJ Maybank I see."

JJ sighed. "I don't woo any girls with my words cause it's either not the right time or not the right girl." 

"Come on JJ. You're 20 years old and you mean to tell you haven't met one girl you didn't want to be in a long term relationship with?" You asked through a mouthful of sandwich, hand covering your mouth.

"I never said that." 

your eyes widened as you swallowed your food and took a swig from your beer. "You like someone right now!" JJ rolled his eyes. " Oh my God. Maybank, spill! What's stopping you from going after her?"

JJ took the blunt from the ashtray and took a long slow drag before turning his blue eyes onto your e/c ones. "Like I said, not the right time. I have to wait until I think she's ready for a relationship."

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[allegra-writes]

Adore you

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, of course

The request:

More dom reader and subby pete pls!!! maybe something like a badass shield agent reader? and peter having a crush on her and there goes the smut? hope u like this idea, take ur time!!

I've been holding onto this for a couple of days now. I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I had to stop for air quite a few times as I wrote it so beware. This is my Christmas gift to you, consider me your Naughty Pagan Santa🔥

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"P-please" Peter's desperate plea broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, no louder than a whisper and at first you weren't even sure he had spoken, but then he begged again, "Please, please!" 

You were torturing him, breaking him, shattering him to dust and then putting him back together again, building him anew to your liking, and he wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take without losing his mind. He felt your smile against his hip bone and dared looking down, teary red rimmed eyes meeting yours, ablazed and alluring, every bit as beautiful as the first time he had seen them. He had lost himself in those eyes more times than he could count, and yet he could map them to micrometric precision, dozens of pictures on his phone dedicated solely to them, to their idiosyncrasies and nuances under different lighting.  

He never thought he could have this, never thought he could have you: Y/n from biology. Agent 16, S.H.I.E.L.D. level 7. "I guess it's something we have in common," You had said, "we are both liars." Peter had wanted to argue that it wasn't the same thing, but it was hard to complain as you drove away from the angry mob of Mysterio stans you had saved him from. You had been fast, efficient, one quick drive to Manhattan, to the helipad of the ex-Avenger's tower (now property of S.H.I.E.L.D.) and before the day was over, you both were out of the city, out of the country, on that desert island just the two of you.

The feeling of your tongue, hot and wet on the v of his hips pulled him back into the present. You sucked a little pineapple cube, cold against his fevered skin, into your mouth, before chasing down the drop of juice the fruit had left behind with your tongue. Peter dug his fingers on the white, soft sand, searching in vain for purchase. He squirmed, a steady stream of 'pleasepleaseplease' falling from his lips, as you ate a piece of cantaloupe off his abs. 

You were using his body as a plate, eating fresh fruit off it, a new torment to add to the long list of wicked, delicious ways you had been playing with him all afternoon. You had been pleasuring him for a couple of hours now, and he was delirious with it, overstimulated. He felt immaterial, disembodied, undone. He was soft clay under your hands, under your mouth, under your tongue. Your touch was the only thing shaping his reality, shaping him. So what if the whole world knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man? He wasn't either of them anymore. Here on this island, laying under you, he wasn't the next Tony Stark or the last Avenger; he was just 'baby boy', and 'tiger' and whatever else you choose to call him. 

He was free. 

He didn't have to save any body, because you had saved him, didn't have to decide anything cause you gave the orders. You could take care of him, all he had to do was surrender to you. 

You crawled up his body, tiny slice of watermelon between your lips, and Peter immediately parted his, to let you glide it into his mouth. It tasted faintly of your strawberry lip balm, making his head dizzy with longing.

"Please" he croaked again, after swallowing the sweet, juicy fruit. 

"What do you need baby boy?" You breathed, hot against his ear.

"To kiss you" he panted, "please, let me kiss you"

You complied, and he finally got to taste your soft, warm mouth. Strawberry lipstick and cherries and himself and he loved it, loved that sharp bitter tang on your palate. His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer to taste it better. Only when you pulled away, giggling a little maliciously, did he realize his mistake.

"Bad, bad boy" You leaned back, disentangling from his fingers, sitting up and away from him.

He paled,

"No, please, I'll do anything" He moved to get up too, but caught himself at the last second, your disapproving glare all that was needed to halt his movements. You smiled to yourself, he truly was insatiable. After coming so many times that afternoon, he still looked heartbroken at the prospect of this little game of yours ending. With his big brown eyes full of tears and bottom lip wobbling slightly, he was just too God damn adorable, and you… well, unlike him you were only human. 

But he still needed to be punished.

"You like what we do, baby boy?" You inquired, sitting back down, straddling him, pressing yourself against him, only the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms separating your core from his gorgeous, naked cock. "You like the way we play?" 

He nodded frantically as you started to rock on top of him, tearing a moan from his lips.

"Do you like the things I do to you?"

"Yes, ma'am" he groaned. You ranked your fingernails down his chest, down his stomach.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" 

"Yes! Oh god…"

You reached back, untying the scarf you had turned into a bandeau. Peters hands twitched, but he kept them by his sides.

"Do you like looking at me?"

"God, yes!" He cried, as you rubbed yourself down on him harder, faster, "I love it, love watching you! I - I love.." 

You stopped moving, making Peter whine loudly, fists hitting the sand like a little boy throwing a tantrum. 

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes! Please, please ma'am, please let me touch you…"

How could you ever say no to that? You nodded your permission and chucked as Peter's hands went straight to your breasts. 

"Can I…" Peter hesitated, not wanting to push his luck. But judging by the way your head lolled back, you seemed to be enjoying his touch, and that gave him courage. "Can I put my mouth on you, ma'am?" 

You smirked, looking down at him through half shut eyes,

"Such a greedy boy…" You scolded, but tugged him up to a sitting position anyway, capturing his lips again. The feeling of your nipples against the naked skin of his chest had him moaning into your mouth, and you swallowed it, devoured it, dominating the kiss as you were dominating him. Your hips started to move again, by their own volition, and his followed in kind, until you both were breathing hard. You broke the kiss, pulling at his soft curls, guiding his mouth to where you wanted it. He wasted no time at nibbling and sucking, rolling your nipples with the tip of his tongue, first one and then the other. He had a naturally talented tongue, and you couldn't wait to see what else he could do with it. 

"I'm going to ride your face until I come" you were proud of how steady and commanding your voice was, "and then, I'm going to ride your cock until you come…"

His answering broken sob let you know he was ok with that idea.

"And then… then I'm going to keep on ridding you… gonna go on… and on… I'm not going to stop until you give me all your come…"

"Yes, oh my god yes!"

"Until it's gushing out of me…"

"Yesyesyes…" Peter was close, so so close. Between the rocking of your hips and your words, he was seconds away from bursting, and you knew it. 

That's exactly why you stopped, and pushed him away from you, watching him fall back onto the sand. It was just for show, of course. He was way stronger than you and, if he wanted to, he could easily flip you, overpower you and have his way with you. That only made the adrenaline rush greater, knowing how powerful he really was, knowing he was giving up all that power willingly and placing it on your hands to do with it, with him, as you pleased.

To use him as you pleased.

...You had always loved big guns.

"I'm going to give you a choice now, tiger" You spoke over the cute little whimpers escaping his throat. He was so precious, so innocent, you almost felt bad for corrupting him like this. Almost. "I am going to do all the things I just promised, I won't stop you from coming again. And you can keep on touching me while I do those things to you… or you can keep on watching me, but not both"

He met your eyes and you could see the conflict behind his. He looked about ready to cry, fingers trembling where they rested on your thighs, brown orbs never leaving yours, imploring. You straddling his waist almost naked, free and unashamed under the clear summer sky, were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he didn't want to give that up. But the thought of taking his hands away from your soft skin, from your lovely body, was almost physically painful.

"I-I can't" He stammered, a little pathetically but he was long past pride, "please, don't make me choose"

"Then I guess I'll have to choose for you"

You tried to pry his hands away, but he held on tighter.

"No! No, please, I wanna touch!"

You leaned over, taking your abandoned silk scarf from the sand, tying it around his head and over his eyes.

"But I wanna see you!" He complained petulantly. Such a brat… you were going to love breaking him.

"But you misbehaved, baby boy" You reminded him, "You touched me without permission, and now this is your punishment. I can't just let you off the hook now, can I? Can't let you think you can get away with anything…"

"But-"

"One more word" he felt your hand squeeze his balls softly, warningly, "and you'll regret it" 

He snapped his mouth shut.

"Atta boy" You approved, rewarding him with a filthy open mouthed kiss before standing up. Peter didn't have time to protest before something, a piece of cloth hit him square in the face. He fisted it in his left hand, the wet patch letting him now right away it was your bikini bottoms. Peter pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply. 

"Dirty boy" you tsked from somewhere near his pelvis, startling him. He felt your warm breath against his cock right before he felt your searing tongue, placing one long lick from base to red, angry tip. 

"F-FUCK!"

You laughed and then you were gone again, only to flick at his nipple a moment later, making him cry out. You kept on toying with him for a few minutes, a kiss here, a suck there, until finally, finally, he heard your knees hitting the sand at either side of his head as you slowly lowered yourself, hovering right above his mouth. 

He ventured a lick, but you backed away. He gave chase, straining his neck, but you always raised yourself just enough for him to be unable to make contact, until he frustratedly grabbed a hold of your thighs, using his superior strength to force you down onto his face.

"Holy fuck!" This time, it was your turn to curse as his tongue made it straight into your soft, velvety insides, delving deep, crashing unexpectedly with something cool and sweet. He twirled his tongue around until he was able to take it into his mouth, moaning as he bit down onto it. You had buried a strawberry inside your pussy for him to find. 

And you called him dirty. 

He swallowed and thrusted his tongue inside you again. You were sweeter than the strawberry and he wondered idly if his Spider half had anything to do with it, if he could somehow taste your pheromones or something. Or if it was simply you, delicious and addictive all of your own. 

You were making the most beautiful sounds, bucking your hips erratically, wave after wave of sugary nectar falling to his lips as his nose bumped against your clit with every one of your movements. And he was mad about it, mad about you, growling and moaning into your cunt. He couldn't possibly want you more than he did right then, cock so hard it hurt, pelvis grinding pitifully against nothing. But he wasn't important, this was all about you, about pleasing you, worshiping every inch of you. His amazon, his pagan goddess in a tropical paradise. Even back in Europe, hell, even way back in New York, all he had ever wanted was this: For you to let him adore you. 

Peter had never understood the need to submit, what was about being tossed and ordered around that appealed so much to those men on the internet. Not until he met you.

Because from the moment he met you, he wanted to belong to you, to be your slave and follow your every command, fulfil your every need. 

And now you were screaming, falling apart above him and he had done that, he was the one you were coming for. It made his head swim with pride and something else, something unnamed and powerful. He kept on lapping at your cunt, leisurely, slow like honey, until your legs stopped trembling. 

You pushed his curls, slick with sweat, away from his forehead tenderly.

"Good boy," You cooed, "I'm so proud of you, you did so good"

A warm feeling spread out in Peter's chest at your words. 

"Thank you, ma'am. Good enough for my punishment to be over?"

You laughed breathlessly as you pushed his hands away and stood up on slightly unstable legs.

"No, but nice try"

His pout was so cute you had to bend down and kiss it off his face. 

"Pretty please?" He insisted, once he felt you straddling his thighs. 

"Don't be difficult, baby. Don't you want to be good for me?"

"I d- OH" your hot hand around his shaft made him cry out, cutting his answer short. Had you known before a hand job was all it took to shut Peter Parker up… You would probably have done everything exactly the same, actually. 

Peter's head was already trashing from side to side as your hand moved, deliberately slow. Up and down, up and down, up and down…

Up… up, up, guiding him into your tight, exquisite heat. He heard you moan as you buried his cock inside you to the hilt, pelvis kissing yours. 

"You are… the best thing I've ever felt inside me" 

He groaned his agreement, hands flying to your waist, as you started to move, started sliding up and down his cock steadily, imitating the same unhurried rhythm you used with your hand. 

But your cunt felt so much better than your palm, all that wet, silky pressure over every lavish inch of him… up and down, up and down…

He felt you brace yourself on his abdomen, nails digging into firm flesh.

Up and down… up and down… Faster.

Faster…

"Peter… oh, god, you feel so good… So good between my legs"

And you felt like heaven, he wanted to tell you, but he was reduced to cries and sobs, to clutching and grabbing at your skin, fingertips eagerly searching any part of your body they could reach. You took one of his hands and lowered it until his thumb was right above your clit, your own fingers showing him how to rub just right to make pleasure explode inside your loins. 

His eyes fluttered open underneath the blindfold. He didn't mean to, he truly didn't, he wanted to be good, he wanted to obey, but this? You riding him hard, coming from his cock and his fingers? It was a vision way too tempting to resist. He could see you clearly through the rainbow of silk threads, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, little beads of sweat glimmering on your skin under the sun, sparkling almost as bright as the jewel colored water on the horizon behind you. And your cunt, juicy and red as the strawberries you favoured, stretched around his cock, taking it in over and over and over again, little contractions milking him, hungry for his come. 

So he gave it to you, surging deep inside you, hips thrusting up to meet yours. You almost fell back, but he caught you in his arms just in time. Raising to a sitting position still buried inside you, he gathered you to his chest, the makeshift blindfold falling from his face.

"Hey…"

You smiled, a little drunkenly,

"Hey, stranger"

Closing your arms around his shoulders, you tucked your face into his neck. You were boneless, completely spent and sated, about to fall asleep, lulled by his soft caresses on your back, when you felt him start moving inside you again. 

Definitely insatiable.

Tired and overstimulated, you tried to get up, get away but his arms, strong as steel around you held you to him, as he rocked beneath you, pubic bone smashing into your oversensitized clit with every drag. Pushing against his shoulder also proved completely useless, his hold on you only tightening, as he started fucking up into you harder. 

You bit into his shoulder, making him groan.

"I think… think I like that punishment better…" He declared, grabbing your chin, holding you in place to kiss you, deep and dirty, only releasing your lips once your head was spinning, your lungs burning. You gasped for air.

"Naughty" You admonished, still struggling against him, albeit a little halfheartedly. He splayed one of his hands against your lower back, pressing you to him. The new pressure was delicious, the heat starting to build again, even if you didn't want it "You're so naughty"

He scraped his teeth softly on the hollow of your throat, only to sooth it with his tongue seconds later, his cock moving so deep you could feel it hit your cervix. You screamed, he was going to tear another orgasm out of you soon.

"Only holding you to your word" He whispered against your skin, making goosebumps erupt down your spine, "You promised not to stop… until I give you all my come"

To be continued...

PS: Let me know if you are reading this under the table during a horrible family reunion, I' love to bring you a little joy during these very difficult rimes... Love ya!!

[quirkdotcom]

Where To? || Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Denki Kaminari has been working with the League of Villains for the school year. He's been putting up a front and fake personality to keep his secret safe. However, the one thing he didn't count on was you. In the end, Kaminari has been found in a pond, one hand from Shigaraki in his clutches.  The twist on this world? Like a popular tik tok trend, when you die, someone you have hurt the most comes to decide if you go to heaven, or hell. And you are his judge.

Warnings: Death

Authors Note: I honestly started this at like 3AM one night and now here I am 😳 Anyways, I hope you guys like it sorry for the angst that comes with it

Tags: @ijustwannachangemyuser @bluewritesmha @that-lowkey-weeb @pinkcowgirleggpanda  

One moment ago, you had been sitting in class, with the rest of 1A as they grieved together over the loss of Denki Kaminari.

Two moments ago, Aizawa was explaining how he had just received a call that Denki had been found, alone in a lake,  his quirk the ultimate cause. But one other important piece of evidence with him, a hand from Tomura Shigaraki.

Three moments ago, he had been explaining about Kaminari being the traitor of UA,  working closely with the League of Villains.

But now, you were standing across Kaminari in the same pond that he had been found in, an electrical current dying out as his cries stopped, his eyes finding yours.

"(Y/n)?" His voice was hoarse, eyes red and puffy. 

You looked around, fog rolling in around your legs, though you couldn't feel the water that looked to surround you, nor the fog.

"So...the rumors are true...I didn't think that'd I'd have to decide anyones fate so soon but…" 

"Wait...does that mean.." he started, but the words fell short, his amber eyes looking around once more. 

"You've died…"

"Then that means, " he turned in a circle, shaking his head quickly, "He...he got away!" 

You stepped closer to him, in response, he stepped away, "No! (Y/n) you have to be quick, decide my fate! Warn Aizawa Sensei that the league is on their way!"

"But...I need time…" you pulled back, hand falling to your side. 

"Just choose hell and be on your way! Please!" He pleaded with you, still leaving an open space between the two of you. 

You stared at him incredulously, "Kaminari...thats...I'd be damning you!" 

"Maybe I deserve it!" He yelled, his frustration and hate taking over as he kicked his foot, creating a wave of water that didn't touch you.

"All I ever did was pretend to be an idiot and betray everyone around me! And now you're here, and I have hurt you one more time!" His hands shook as he held them up, staring at them as they flickered with electricity.

"I sold everyone out each time. He asked me questions and without fail I gave them to him." 

You shook your head, "Come on...there had to have been a reason! Tell me that he was pressuring you or that he had some way of manipulating you!" 

His hands slowly turned to fists as he dropped them to his sides, "You don't get it! I faked everything!  I pretended about everything! I made friends in order to keep my cover safe! I even.. I even started to date you to keep my cover safe! So just hurry up and choose hell and go be a hero!" 

You stood quietly, his words like knives digging into your heart, creating chasms of heartache. Hot tears filled your eyes, you could barely wipe them away in time for them to be replaced with new ones, "That's..that's not true! Don't say it!" 

"(Y/n)!"

"No! Stop it! I won't believe it! I'm the one who gets to make the decision! Don't try to lie to me, I know what I felt and who I was with! You aren't like that!" 

At once, everything grew silent, neither of you saying a word more. 

Instead, you were reflecting. 

"(Y/L/N) was it? Im Denki, Denki Kaminari! Hero name Chargebolt ! Aizawa seated you next to me, so that means we're going to be good friends, maybe more if you catch my drift," 

You turned to the guy in the seat next to yours, immediately smiling and shaking your head, "Pfft wow! Are you trying to make a move on me already! I just transferred into the class literal minutes ago!"

"Hey what can I say, if I don't do it now, then the others might beat me to it," he flashed a wink your way, earning another chuckle from you. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you Kaminari, hopefully you help keep this class interesting," you held your hand out to him, watching as he shook it. 

"Sooo does this mean I've been friend zoned?" 

You didn't answer, only leaving him to guess as to what your answer was. 

"You...you were the first to welcome me into the class...even if you did hit on me right away. " You smiled softly, that memory of him had always been oddly charming to you.

"Because I had to keep my persona up," 

"You walked me to my next class, and any that we shared. You helped me befriend Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jirou and even Bakugo…" 

"I already told you! I had to make sure no one questioned me or my actions!" 

"The second day that I had been in that class, at lunch, I had forgotten mine...so you gave me half of yours…and told me that if it happened again, you'd share any day," 

He didn't say anything for a moment, smiling before he did say something, "Sero called me a simp…" 

That day still felt so familiar to you….

"Oh no…." You looked around the table, seeing that the others, who's names you were still trying to learn, had all brought their lunches.

"What is it (Y/L/N)?" Came the pink haired girl, who's bubblegum skin matched in such a pretty shade. She looked so concerned for you, even if she didn't know you all that well.

You let out a sheepish laugh, "Ahh I forgot my lunch…this morning I was in a rush…" 

"Hey! Have some of mine!" Kaminari grinned, pushing his towards you, "We can split it!" 

You turned to him, mouth open a little as you were caught off guard, "Wait really??" 

"Yeah! And if it happens again, I'll share my lunch again! You can count on me,"

From across the table, the black haired boy, who had a contagious smile, coughed loudly, or cleared his throat, you weren't fully sure

After that, lunch had went by so smoothly, as if you had been friends with them for years. 

"And later that day, you even gave me your number! " he sat down, the pond water now going up to his stomach. Though, like you, he couldn't feel it. Whatever cold that seeped its way into his body, was long gone. 

You nodded, following suit and taking a seat, though you didn't look at the water too much, it was cloudy and murky, something you hated about lakes and ponds, "Yeah, and you sent me memes, even in class!" 

"Well, I wanted to see you smile…" 

"I know…" 

But perhaps the memory you would hold dearest to you, was one that he had tried so hard to block out as he worked with the League. 

The UA Winter Formal...just a few months after you had transferred into UA. The crew in charge of decorations had outdone themselves.

What was once the cafeteria, was now a room beautifully lit by fairy lights and pale blue lanterns. There were silky streamers hung across the room, catching the reflection of the lights off of them.  At the front, Present Mic was behind a dj booth, a line of students waiting to ask for a song to queued.

You walked further in, trying to spot anyone you knew.

Currently, you were dressed in a very light shade of yellow, so delicately pale that in this lighting, it would be mistaken for white. 

"(Y/n)! Over here!" Came the call from Kirishima, waving you over.

"Kiri! You look so manly! And Bakugo, I didn't think you'd actually show up!" You grinned as you walked up, earning a 'thanks' from Kiri and a scowl from Bakugo.

For the next few moments, you exchanged compliments with Mina and Jirou, and then joked with Sero. 

But when that all came to an usual stop, you realized what was missing, well..who was missing.

 "Where's Kami?" You asked, having to raise your voice slightly over the music. 

Bakugo turned to you, thinking back for a moment, "Dunce face said something about feeling claustrophobic or whatever, he said he'd be in the hall? I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way in," 

You nodded slowly, humming in return, "ah thanks," You left after that, making your way around the groups of people, waving as you could hear your name from some friends. 

As you reached the entrance once again, you looked up and down the hall, spotting him a ways away by a window, wearing black slacks, a white undershirt and black suspenders, his blazer hanging off his arm loosely, he had a tie on, a darker shade of red. 

"Kaminari! Hey!" You called, making your way over until you stood a foot away, "Why are you all the way out here?" 

"It was hot and stuffy in there, I needed some fresh air...and I was waiting to see if I could spot someone on their way in," 

Again Kaminari flashed a dazzling smile at you. And suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks heating up.

Your stomach filled with dainty butterflies and you're pretty sure your heart stopped beating. 

What was going on?? Were you...crushing? But there's no way….

Sure Kaminari tended to flirt with you, and you always laughed at his jokes and smiled at him whenever he smiled at you.

And sure, sometimes when he handed you something your hand would brush his and you'd think about it for a few moments .

 And then there was that time when you were paired up in hero training, and you almost fell off a building in the city area, and then he pulled you back and basically hugged you because you were scared and then later on that was all you could think of.

...okay yeah you were definitely crushing but why did it have to act up now ?!

"Uhh…(Y/n)??? Earth to (Y/n)?"

 You blinked, looking back to Kaminari, who was now fully facing you instead of the window, "Sorry! I uh, spaced out there…"

"It's okay! I'm used to seeing you space off,  you do it often," Denki laughed, only furthering the complicated feelings you were having.

"I don't do it too often…" you gave a small smile, knowing full and well that you ventured into wonderland quite often.

 "Hey, (Y/n)...do you want to dance by any chance? Right here? I can still kind of hear the music," 

You gave a startled look, eyes wide as you took in what he said, but you quickly changed to a smile, "Yes! I'd love that!"

At your approval, Denki gently wrapped his arms around your waist,  pulling you closer to him, almost stealing away all the air from your lungs.

 You looked up to him, your hands moving up to circle around his neck loosely.

God he was so pretty. Even just the light that streamed in from the window seemed to make his eyes sparkle with their golden color.

 "What are you doing?" He murmured, gazing back into your own eyes, an amused smile played out onto his face.

You shook your head quickly, looking down and away, words caught in your throat.

 "(Y/n)...look at me," 

A hand moved away from your hip, gentle fingers cupping your face as he turned you to look at him. 

You weren't sure how it happened...but in a fleeting moment, he had kissed you. At this point, you weren't sure if the tingles running throughout your body were caused by you, or him. 

He pulled away for a breath with a smile, and you pulled him back for another kiss, an overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over you. 

After that, you both had left from the dance, and enjoyed the rest of the night together, watching movies and playing video games. It was the beginning of your relationship. 

"Denki.. whatever the reason for this...I know you aren't a villain. You're Denki Kaminari, the student who offered me lunch on my second day. You're the student who saw a general education kid crying and joked with them to make them feel better!" 

"(Y/n)..." 

"And you're the one who I..who I love okay? So stop trying to make me hate you! " 

His eyes went wide, filling with more tears. You rushed to him through the mucky water, grasping him. You clutched at his clothes starting to cry with him.

"I love you so much and I'll always love you, I swear!" You buried your head into his neck, feeling him hold onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him. 

"(Y/n) I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry. I want more time with you, I want to spend life with you. Im sorry fuck..I love you so much. You're the reason I'm even here! Shigaraki was planning on attacking the school and he threatened you and I panicked and I tried to shock him and..and...the water here...I wasn't thinking," he started to work himself into a panic.

You stroked his hair, shushing him gently until you both calmed down enough.  

Finally, he looked to you, amber eyes red and puffy just as you had found him, and asked with a sad smile, "So...where to?" 

You shook your head, tears still falling as you kissed his forehead, the water and the area around you falling away, "I think we both know.."

[v-hope]

You overhear him talking about your sex life to his members

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Request: "could you please do a bts reaction that you overhering your boyfriend talk to the members about your sex life?"

Warnings: Mentions of sex, as expected.

Kim Seokjin

"Hey, Jin-ie!" you greeted cheerfully after answering your boyfriend's upcoming call, only for a frown to form in your eyebrows when you were met with nothing but muffled sounds. "Love?" you wondered.

After a few seconds, you rolled your eyes as you figured he had once again butt dialed you. Shaking your head in amusement, you moved your phone away from your ear to hang up.

"You guys are into some weird shit".

Or maybe you would not.

"It's really not" you heard what you thought was Namjoon's voice after you had pressed your mobile up against your ear again.

"You've honestly never tried it?" this time was Jimin's turn to speak at your boyfriend's petrified silence.

"No?" although you could not see him, you knew Seokjin was frowning.

"You're too vanilla for this, hyung" Taehyung's taunting tone made you look at your phone in disbelief.

He did not.

"Yah!" Jin was quick to scold him. "Y/N and I have our share of kinks, of course–"

You blinked rapidly a few times. Where they really going this deep now?

"–But what you just said is… dude, no".

"Hey, don't kink shame me" Tae spoke in a pout, causing you to bring a hand to your mouth so that they wouldn't catch you laughing.

"Don't vanilla shame me then" Jin bit back.

"You are a little vanilla though".

Kim Taehyung, if you do not shut up–

"And yet I still can make my girlfriend have multiple orgasms with just my body instead of having to rely on some unnatural shit to make it happen".

With that said and your mouth hanging open, you hung up, not believing the drag you had just witnessed.

That was your man.

Min Yoongi

"Do you and Y/N have sex?"

You stopped in your tracks the second Hoseok's question reached your ears – your eyebrows furrowing for a moment there before you had to muffle down a laugh when your boyfriend answered:

"Do you breathe?"

A frustrated sigh abandoned Hoseok's mouth, leaving space for the room to remain silent for a brief second.

"Should I be worried you're interested in our sex life, Hope-ah?"

"No" he was fast to reply, "I just… I was curious because, I mean, I've pretty much heard every couple here have sex" you nodded your head unconsciously; everyone had at this point, "but I haven't heard you guys".

"And you want to hear us?" Yoongi wondered with a cocked eyebrow.

"No!" Hobi denied immediately, freaking out over how twisted this was turning out to be. "I was asking in case you guys were going through a crisis or something…"

"We're not" Yoongi clarified. "Unlike all of you inconsiderate little shits, we just keep it quiet or go to hers instead".

"Oh" Hoseok nodded his head understandingly, "that seem–"

"But if you want us to be loud here…" his words made you bring a hand up to your mouth, knowing already where this was heading to.

"No, wait–"

"Y/N!" Yoongi called you, ignoring Hobi's desperate pleads as he stood up to go look for you – not giving you enough time to turn around and go back to his room before he found you eavesdropping in the hallway.

Not minding to have found you in such state, he smiled.

"Come on" he grabbed your hand, "Hobi gave us the greenlight to be loud".

"Hyung, I didn't–"

This time, and with a smile of your own, you were the one to interrupt Hobi mid sentence as Yoongi dragged you to his bedroom, only to effusively say: "Thank you, Hope-ah!"

Jung Hoseok

"Yeah?" you heard your boyfriend answer with a low, raspy voice after his phone had rang a few times that early morning. "No" he shifted in bed so that he was facing you again – your eyes remaining closed as you wanted nothing but to go back to sleep, "I stayed at Y/N's".

Your heart jumped after feeling his fingers run tenderly over the left corner of your lips as he attentively listened to whoever was on the other side of the phone.

"Can you guys do that without me?" he wondered, this time his fingertips travelling to the spot below your ear. "Jimin-ah" he complained, "I'm really tired right now, and she hasn't even woken up yet".

Now, you didn't really get to listen to what Jimin had said, but by the snort that had left Hoseok's mouth, followed by what you knew was his signature smirk, you didn't have to be a genius to get his words right.

"Yeah, I think I really worn her out last night" his hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine, and you had to fight the urge to open your eyes wide at his oversharing behaviour. "I don't know… I think at like, past three? You can't even imagine, it was amazing".

Okay, that definitely had you opening your eyes in a heartbeat to lock with his.

However, his tired eyes didn't panic, in fact, he looked calm as ever – his gaze softening and a sweet smile curving up his lips at the sight of you.

As soon as he told Jimin that he had to go and you made sure he had hung up, a whine abandoned your lips, covering your face as you felt a strong wave of heat reach it.

"You're such a douche, how am I supposed to look Jimin in the eye now?"

Hoseok chuckled, not wasting another second in wrapping you inside his arms and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "We can just stay here this way forever" he proposed, pressing his lips on your skin. "That way you won't have to face him. I wouldn't mind".

To no one's surprise, neither would you.

Kim Namjoon

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, you really did not, but when you're in the bathroom wrapped inside a towel after stepping out of the shower and Taehyung stops your boyfriend just outside the door to talk to him, there isn't much you can do about it.

"Hyung, please tell me my bed's not broken because of what I think it is".

You gasped at the mention of his broken bed, for you had hoped he wouldn't notice… or at least that he'd do so when you were long gone and in the safety of your own apartment.

"I'll pay for it, I promise" Namjoon informed him immediately, and it was the fact that he had neither confirmed nor denied it that Taehyung grew even more worried.

"Yes, you will" Tae nodded, for it was obvious, "but I'm more worried about you and Y/N having sex in my bed, if I'm honest" his hand went up to scratch the back of his neck. "I mean, I like you, hyung, but that is just disg–"

"We did not!" Joon denied this time, much to Taehyung's relief.

"Okay, great" he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "Then how…"

"Um… I mean, we did have sex… but it was in my bed…" you ran your hands over your face as your boyfriend started oversharing; if you weren't in nothing but a towel you would've barged in already, "after we fell on yours thinking it was mine…"

Great. Perfect. Just perfect.

Although you had expected some kind of scold coming from Tae, what you heard instead was a snort, followed by a small, breathy laugh escaping his lips.

"You were that desperate to get laid?" he teased.

And, as if that comment itself hadn't brought enough heat to your cheeks, you felt you were most definitely not able to handle any more of it when your boyfriend answered with: "If you ever had her the way I do, you'd understand".

Too bad you would only ever be with him.

Park Jimin

"How far into a relationship you think it's alright to bring up the kink talk?"

Now, when you had gone to see your boyfriend to the dance studio, you had expected to walk into a sweaty, focused Jimin dancing around, not to… him sitting down on the floor with the rest of his members.

And you had most certainly not expected this one to be their particular conversation.

"Kink talk?" Jeongguk wondered. "That's how you call it?"

Jimin sighed, lightly slapping the maknae's arm. "You know what I mean".

"I'm not sure…" Seokjin intervened, "what kind of kinks are you into?"

"I'm not talking about this with you, guys".

"Yah! You started with this topic!" Jin accusingly pointed his finger at him. "I'm asking because, if they're too weird, then maybe you should wait a little longer so she doesn't run away".

You bit your lower lip not to chuckle at the whole situation, especially after seeing Jimin's frustrated expression; later watching him run his hands over his face before defeatedly looking back up to the six expectant pair of eyes that were focused on him.

"If you must know" he raised his eyebrows, "it's just trivial ones. I love our sex life as it is, but there's a few things I'd like to try with her…" to say that didn't make your heart speed up would be a lie. "Nothing as wild as BDSM or such, though…"

"Aw, dammit" you couldn't help but barge in right then, enjoying maybe a little too much the panicked look Jimin's eyes were displaying. "I was hoping you'd be into that".

Park Jimin choking on air? Yeah, that just happened.

So, after throwing your head back as you allowed a laugh to escape your throat, you stared at him with sparkling eyes, being amused as ever because of his impossibility to react.

"I think it's a good point in our relationship to have the talk".

A nod. That was as much as you got from him before he clumsily stood up to go to you.

"Yah!" Hoseok called out when Jimin held your hands, causing both of you to roll your eyes when he stated right after: "Wait until you're home to have the talk, we don't wanna know about the unholy shit you're into, you freaks".

Kim Taehyung

You knew what your boyfriend's intentions were when he invited you to spend the night – his blunt statement of his hyungs being out late was enough for you to get the drill.

However, you had forgotten about a certain maknae who would still be there. And when you had excused yourself to go get a glass of water, you had most certainly not expected to come back to hear his voice coming from Taehyung's room as he whined:

"I can't believe you're ditching gaming night to have sex".

Your hand froze still before it could turn the knob.

Taehyung snorted. "I think it's pretty reasonable, actually".

"But you guys had sex yesterday!"

How did he know that, you could only ever imagine.

"Your point?"

"You had sex yesterday" Jeongguk repeated, emphasizing each word, for that was the point itself. "Why would you be so desperate to do it again when it hasn't even been a day?"

This time a loud scoff was heard through the door, one you knew had came from Taehyung.

"Have you seen my girlfriend?" he questioned, making your heart speed up. "Bold of you to believe I won't take every single chance I get to be buried in between her beautiful legs".

And that was as much as you could handle.

Trying to stop your cheeks from burning up more than they already were, you turned the knob for once and for all, quietly clearing your throat for the two men in front of you to acknowledge your presence – your eyes instinctively locking with your boyfriend's.

"Are you guys done arguing over us having sex or…"

"Yeah" Tae smiled brightly, stretching one of his arms out for you to hold his hand and pull you closer, "now come here".

Jeongguk frowned at the sight of you smiling as you went up to Taehyung, tilting his head the second he saw his hyung's arms wrap around your figure and his lips pucker up as he leaned in to smash your lips together.

"Ah, fuck you, guys" he complained breathily before making his way out of the room.

Second night in a row having no choice but to wear headphones because of the two of you it was then.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Is it normal?" you heard him question his hyungs as you went to check up on him after he had told you nearly ten minutes ago that he would go to the kitchen to get a couple of snacks and be back.

"What is?" Namjoon wondered.

"Not getting enough of her?" your breath hitched at his words. He could not possibly be talking about that to his hyungs, could he? "I mean, like… I really, really can never get enough".

"You mean you're always horny?" Yoongi couldn't help but taunt, receiving an instant glare from the maknae.

Okay, so they were definitely talking about your sex life. Wonderful.

"No" he denied, "just when I see her, when we're together. It's like, it's gotten to the point we're done and I just want to do it again. All the time".

"I'd say that's pretty normal when you've just started to have sex with someone".

This time a loud sigh escaped your boyfriend's lips. "I'm worried she'll get tired of it, though" he dragged on, his voice turning softer, "or that I'll make her think I just want her for the sex…"

"Nah, I'm sure she's just the same as you right now".

At that you bit your lower lip, tightening your grip on the doorframe. Well, Yoon was not wrong.

"Yeah" Joon agreed. "Either way, if you're worried, just ask her. If she doesn't mind it, then… just enjoy the huge amount of sex you get to have, I guess".

Silence was followed as you guessed your boyfriend processed his hyung's advice, and so you decided to go back to his room to wait for him to get back.

It wasn't too long before he did so – a smile spreading over your face at the sight of his snack-filled hands.

"You know" you spoke up after he had slumped down on his bed next to you, letting the food messily fall all over the mattress, "I don't mind it at all" you mindlessly spoke as you took a chocolate bar in your hand.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to understand what you meant – his eyes sparkling when realisation finally hit him. "You don't?"

You shook your head immediately, taking a small bite of your snack. "I love it, actually".

Jeongguk couldn't help but chuckle, feeling his heart at ease. "Good" he mumbled, leaning down to plant a kiss under your jaw, "because I think I might love it a little too much".

[joiedecombat]

In the list of common Pride and Prejudice AU concepts, "what if Elizabeth felt she had to accept Darcy's proposal that first time at Hunsford" is one of the most common and, from what I've seen, the hardest to pull off.

The difficulty is not least because the premise requires Elizabeth to agree to marry Darcy at a time when she believes the absolute worst of him - a hard sell no matter how you go about it.

Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy: The Last Man in the World by Abigail Reynolds kind of breezes through the initial justification with little more than a handwave: Darcy gets carried away during his proposal and kisses Elizabeth before she has a chance to unload her refusal on him, resulting in the ubiquitous "she feels like she has to marry him to preserve her reputation" excuse (favorite for this particular plot and in general).

She sets out to make the best of the situation rather than approach her marriage with hostility, but it doesn't take all that long for the shoe to drop and Darcy unsurprisingly takes it badly once he realizes she didn't marry him willingly.

The Last Man in the World is one of the earliest works I read in this whole adventure of mine, and I'm still not sure I can really recommend it. There's a lot of problems with this one, starting with how incredibly passive and subdued Elizabeth is for much of the story, especially in the early stages before the truth starts coming out. Once she and Darcy do start building some bridges in their relationship, their progress is hindered by a few too many severe miscommunications, some of them with very thin justification - one issue turns out to have occurred because Elizabeth informed Darcy of a significant decision she'd made, not realizing that he was so focused on an important letter that he didn't even hear what she was saying.

At the same time, there's something I really like about the way Reynolds writes them fumbling their way into understanding. There's a sweetness to it, especially around the midpoint of the story when Darcy gets himself injured and Elizabeth has an epiphany or two about her own feelings. I'm always predisposed to like stories where Darcy needs Elizabeth to take care of him, maybe because his natural disposition is to take care of others rather than be taken care of.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I could find another horse, but any horse I choose is likely to be spirited. I prefer them that way."

She surprised herself by lifting his hand and brushing a kiss across his dirt-stained knuckles. "Are there no spirited horses who know when to listen to their riders?"

"No doubt there are." He brought their clasped hands back to his chest. "Are there any further points you wish to argue?" Despite his words, he did not sound troubled.

She could feel his heart beating rapidly underneath her hand. If only the laudanum would take effect, they could discover the extent of his wound. But what if it were something she preferred not to know? What if it was even now too late? She distracted herself by leaning down to kiss his cheek then whispered archly in his ear. "You prefer it when I argue with you."

"My secret is discovered." His speech was beginning to slur.

There's also some good stuff in this one involving Elizabeth finding her way into becoming a proper mistress of Pemberley, mostly without Darcy's involvement since he's busy being injured or away in London sorting out Lydia and Wickham's inevitable mess.

Content Warning: brief contemplation of suicide at one point.

Mr Bennet's Dutiful Daughter by Joana Starnes uses the other most common justification for this kind of plot: before Colonel Fitzwilliam can even spill the beans about Darcy's role in separating Jane and Bingley, word arrives from Longbourn that Mr Bennet might be dying. Suspecting that Mr Collins won't do right by the Bennets if the worst happens, Darcy apologetically urges Elizabeth to marry him as soon as possible so that he'll be in a position to make sure she and her family are protected.

I think this might be my favorite variant of this particular plot I've read so far, though it's not without problems. Elizabeth is once again a little too passive for the first leg or so of the story, and while she's got a lot more reason to be given the situation, there was one too many instances of her silently listening to Darcy talk and only replying in her head when she might as well have been answering out loud.

Still, her choices actually make sense - not at all guaranteed in this kind of plot - and there's a whole lot of compelling emotion that plays out throughout the story. Darcy manages to be at his best and his worst by turns: a steadfast and unfailingly gentle caretaker, an autocrat in the habit of making and carrying out decisions without even discussing them with anyone else involved, a snob whose reluctance to associate with Elizabeth's relatives is the source of several fights between them in the first couple months of their marriage until they finally manage to reach an accord on the subject.

"I am very glad I make you happy," she said quietly, and found with some surprise that she was in earnest.

"You know you do. More than I ever thought possible," Mr Darcy whispered hoarsely and, setting his plate on the table without looking, he reached to slide an arm behind her back and the other underneath her to gather her up, quilt, shawl and all, lift her off the sofa and bring her close, ensconced in a tight embrace.

Her plate had the same fate as his and Elizabeth willingly wrapped her arms around his neck, abandoning herself to his kisses, only to find guilt welling afresh when his lips left her skin just for long enough to whisper, "My love, you are everything."

'Do not say it, oh, do not say it!' she felt the strongest urge to caution him. 'Do not give me so much power over you.'

And then the other shoe drops, much later in this version and in the most disastrous way possible. It's not the angstiest take I've ever read (next post maybe I'll talk about The Worst Timeline!) but things get very bleak for a few chapters before they find their way into the happy ending.

When Charles "actual golden retriever" Bingley gets upset enough to read Darcy the riot act over his behavior, you know it's bad. Which is another point in the book's favor; I very much like its depiction of Bingley and his brotherly relationship with Elizabeth.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

@thecozywhaleshark and @lvupmushroom @ddaengbaepsae helped me with this one

Seokjin

You walk in, exhausted, and you're shocked at the mess in the kitchen.

Flour everywhere, empty bottles of wine, and just so many pies and cakes and cobblers, muffins stacked up in a basket, all your favorite things.

He is asleep at the dining room table, flour in his hair, head on the table, and you walk over and touch his shoulder.

He jerks awake and when he sees you he just buries his face in your stomach, arms so tight around your waist and he's crying so hard.

You stroke his hair and start trying to explain. "My phone, I-"

He shakes his head, looking up at you with wet eyes.

"It doesn't matter now. You're home."

You smile at him, fighting back tears of your own.

"What happened to the kitchen?"

He chuckles, sniffling. "I just kept baking all your favorite things. While I was baking I could forget you were gone, could imagine you coming home to eat them..."

His voice breaks and he buries his face in your stomach again.

He holds you so tight in bed your ribs ache the next morning and you wake up when he brushes your hair out of your face.

"I'm so grateful you're home."

Namjoon

He just stares at you for the longest time.

You explain everything but you aren't sure he's heard a word you said because he just keeps staring at you, almost blankly.

He doesn't say a word until you say, "I'm okay, now." and then he's kissing you so deep it makes your head spin.

He's tearing off your clothes, tugging off his shirt between kisses and soon he's buried to the hilt inside you, holding you up against the wall, murmuring in your ear.

"I didn't know if I'd make it without you, baby. It felt like my heart was caving in. I love you so much. I'm so glad you found your way back to me."

You can't even speak for the tears clogging your throat and you feel his tears hot against your throat when he kisses you there.

For days after he doesn't take his eyes off you, as if he's trying to memorize your face.

Sometimes he'll look at you and suddenly his eyes go all soft and wet and when you ask him about it, he just shakes his head.

"I just can't believe you're here, and you're mine. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Yoongi

Yoongi stays drunk the whole time you're gone, locking himself inside and ignoring everything.

When you use your key to get in he's standing at the kitchen counter, pouring another drink.

His eyes are big and glassy and he just looks at you for a long moment.

He's unsteady when he walks over to you and he takes your face in his hands.

"I know you aren't real, but I need you to know I love you so much. I miss you so bad."

"Yoongi...baby, it's me. I'm here." You reach out to touch him and he flinches.

"God, it's so vivid." He says, voice hoarse, eyes wet and searching your face. "I can feel you."

He's stroking your face, eyes so full of love and pain and you start to cry.

"I'm really here. I was lost and I didn't have my phone but..."

He listens to you explain but he just keeps touching you everywhere, hands rubbing your arms, your back.

"I know I'm dreaming but I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get. I hope I never wake up."

It takes you all night to convince him you're real and you're lying in bed and his eyes are drifting shut but he keeps waking himself up.

"Get some rest, baby."

"No." His voice is slurred from the alcohol and exhaustion. "No, if I close my eyes, you'll disappear."

"I'm not going anywhere. Never again." You climb on top of him and rest your head on his chest and finally he falls asleep with his arms tight around you.

You wake up with him crying into your hair.

"You're still here. You're really alive?"

You smile at him. "I kept trying to tell you!"

"I've never been so happy to be wrong."

Hobi

You go to his place but instead you find Namjoon there, checking his mail.

He is shocked to see you, asking all kinds of questions, but you just want to see your boyfriend.

"Where is Hobi?"

"No one knows. He just...ghosted when you went missing. I talk to him maybe once a week. Fuck, I gotta call him."

You wait patiently while he talks on the phone but it turns into an argument.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this!" Namjoon looks at you helplessly and you take the phone.

"This is fucked up, Joon. I know you want me to come home but this is cruel-"

Hobi is ranting so you just cut him off.

"Hi, baby."

The phone goes dead silent for a moment.

"You're at my place?" His voice is low and hoarse.

"Yes."

"Stay there. Don't fucking move a muscle."

He almost sounds angry with you so you're nervous while you wait.

When he shows up Namjoon leaves quietly. You're still standing in the hall.

He looks like he hasn't slept in days, clothes rumpled, hair messy. He's lost weight, jaw sharper than you remember.

His face is dead serious as he walks toward you.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through? Where the fuck have you been?"

You're angry suddenly.

"What do you think, I've been on vacation? I was trying to get back to you-"

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you to him, breathing in your familiar scent, and his shoulders are shaking.

His voice is choked with tears when he's finally able to speak.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Once you're inside, he holds you for hours, looking at you like you're something so rare and precious.

He listens to you explain what happened with tears tracking down his face.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You've been through so much. I just...I stopped functioning while you were gone. I left my brothers, I left everything behind because I couldn't face my life without you in it."

"Baby, it's all okay. I'm back now, and you don't have to do any of this alone. Not ever again."

That's when he breaks down, big, chest heaving sobs, face in his hands and you crawl into his lap and his arms go around you and he rocks you back and forth for a while before he can compose himself.

"I love you so much. I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Jimin

You walk in and it's so dark, all the lights shut off.

He walks into the front room and just stops there, stock still.

You rush into his arms and they go around you slowly at first and then he's holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

He's sobbing so hard you worry he'll make himself sick, you try to pull back to comfort him but he crushes your head against his chest.

When you finally get him to the bedroom he still can't stop crying, kissing you all over your face, choking out "I love you I love you I love you" like a mantra.

He finally dozes off and you sneak to the bathroom.

You're washing your hands when you hear a panicked cry of your name.

You rush out and he's scrambled up on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

He's grabbing at you, desperately, pulling you down onto the bed.

"You can't go. You can't ever go again, please..."

"Baby, I was just in the bathroom..."

But you trail off when he starts crying again, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

He's tugging your shirt off and you expect him to kiss you but he doesn't, just pulls you flush against his chest, skin to skin.

He lets out a sigh that almost sounds relieved.

"There. Now you're right where you're supposed to be."

Taehyung

You have to knock on the door because you've lost your keys, you've lost everything but the clothes on your back.

When he swings open the door he doesn't look like you'd expected.

You'd expected his big, boxy smile, but his eyes are almost...empty.

Then realization dawns on his face and fat tears are rolling down his face.

"J-Jagi?" His voice is so low and hoarse you wonder if it hurts his throat to speak.

"It's me, Tae. I'm sorry-"

Your words get muffled by him yanking you inside and crushing you to his chest, arms roaming your back, checking for injuries.

You've got bruises on your inner forearms from the accident and he kisses them soft, almost reverently.

He kisses your mouth, deep and slow, and so sweet it makes your heart ache.

You end up in the bedroom with him taking off your clothes slowly, checking you for injuries and kissing you all over.

He makes love to you so gently, crying the whole time, looking into your eyes and whispering words of love and comfort in his deep, soothing voice.

"You're safe now, yeah? You're home, and nothing will ever take you away from me again."

Jungkook

When he opens the door and you're standing there his eyes widen but he just pulls you inside and asks you what happened.

He's calm and stoic about the whole thing, holding you close and helping you work through your emotions about the accident.

It's almost a week later when things change.

Traffic is awful coming back from work and you've still got your phone on silent from work and you don't think anything of being a half hour later than usual.

Until you almost slam into Jungkook rushing out the door.

"Oh, thank God! Where the fuck have you been I was about to come and look for you?"

You come inside and throw down your keys.

"It was just traffic, Kook, why-"

You look over at him and realize he's trembling all over.

You take his hand and sit down with him on the couch.

"I thought...I thought I lost you again. I can't lose you again, Y/n, it felt like I was drowning, every day..."

His voice cracks and you hold him while he cries, burying his face in your neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about how much this must have affected you, too."

He pulls you close.

"Just be careful, okay? I can't lose you."

[freddieslater]

Works In Progress: Stefanie Salvatore Origin | Bamon + Stefanie (The Vampire Diaries)

Requested by anonymous

Time has never felt like it's moved slower, and that's really saying something considering all of it that Damon's had to endure as a vampire. But somehow humanity feels stiller right now than it ever has. Frozen.

It has all day, since he woke up to Bonnie rushing from the bed in their current hotel room and slamming the bathroom door behind her. He's quick to follow at the sound of her throwing up. Food poisoning, they assume.

"I told you something was off about that place," she complains hoarsely, head resting on her arm on the bowl.

Damon just smooths more of her hair from her face and gives his agreement, staying next to her. She had warned him, after all, and the food had definitely tasted wrong in many ways.

The sickness seems to pass shortly after. Having already made plans for the day, Bonnie insists that she's fine now. So, they try and go about the day as they planned, checking out places around the little town in a pocket of the Netherlands.

But they cut things short when Bonnie finally admits that the nausea is back and she's sure she's about two seconds away from collapsing. They head back to their hotel room instead.

Damon will admit to being worried. If it really is food poisoning, he should have all the same symptoms, he reasons, should he not? They ordered the exact same food, and he managed to get down more of it than she did. It doesn't make any sense.

At least, it doesn't until he comes out of the shower and finds Bonnie sitting cross-legged on the bed with a nervous, almost terrified look on her face. There's a thin, rectangular box next to her. Unopened.

It immediately clicks for him and he doesn't know how he didn't consider it before. Maybe deep down they both did.

"I called my mom," she tells him quietly, glancing up at him, but only for a second. "Just to check in, like I usually do. I, uh, I told her about the food poisoning, and she said..."

Her eyes dart to the box and she takes a sharp inhale. Damon moves slowly, approaching the bed with his heart pounding in his chest.

"Do you think...?" He swallows, but follows her suit in taking a deep breath. "Do you think you could be?"

Bonnie doesn't answer right away. The look in her eyes is enough, though. The morning sickness. Feeling light-headed and dizzy. The reason why the so-called food poisoning only seems to be affecting her.

It makes sense, he thinks, and his heart drops. She presses her lips together and he knows she's thinking it, too.

They've been doing this for months--travelling from one country to another without a real plan. Cade was defeated. Mystic Falls was safe. Damon was human and officially single. They were both still grieving over Enzo. It made sense for them to leave together to get a fresh start.

And things just happened after a couple of months, and maybe they weren't always so careful, but they were sure it was fine. Nothing has happened. Until now.

"I don't know."

Damon nods slowly. "Okay. Well... let's just see. Start with the test. If..." If it's postive, if you're pregnant. "Let's just start there."

Bonnie agrees. She disappears into the bathroom with the box. Damon forces himself to pull some clothes on. He then sinks down onto the bed and waits.

The waiting. Bonnie comes back out a moment later, the test in her hand. She comes and sits next to him, and places it on the bed.

"Takes a few minutes," she tells him, still not looking at him. Her eyes are on her hands instead.

"Bonnie," he says softly. When she doesn't respond with more than a little noise, he repeats it.

She turns her head, lifting her eyes to him. It hits him all at once. The storm of emotions flashing through her eyes. Fear, worry, the look of someone who's utterly lost.

He takes her hand, his gaze never wavering as his fingers curl around Bonnie's.

"I'm here. Okay? I know... we've never exactly talked about this kind of situation. But I promise you, no matter what the test says, I'm still gonna be right here."

She stares at him for a moment more, letting his words sink in. He offers a gentle smile, and she returns the pressure of his fingers.

"If it is..." He wets his lips, heart jumping into his throat. "If it is positive... how would you feel? Tell me what you're thinking."

She shakes her head, looking away from him again, as if she can't let herself think right now. But he waits, simply running his thumb over the back of her hand.

And eventually, in a barely audible voice, she says, "Honestly? I'm terrified."

He nods, but stays quiet.

"I've thought about kids, of course I have. Not recently, but I have. And I've never been able to stop asking myself, what if I'm bad at it? I love my mom, and my grams was amazing raising me. But still, with history... you never know."

"Genetics don't determine what you'll be like as a mother," Damon says, shaking his head. "And even if it did, you said it yourself: your grams was amazing. Emily and your mom both did what they could to protect their kids. To protect you."

"I know that," Bonnie says, staring straight ahead. "But neither of them were able to be there. Of course I don't blame my mom for protecting me, but I spent my entire childhood not knowing why she left. Questioning why."

She turns her head to look at him, her eyes big and round and so full of worry as her voice cracks.

"What if the same thing happened with me? What if--because of our lives, I have to leave? Or something bad happens to me? I don't want my child to go through that. It was an awful and horrible feeling."

"I know," Damon says quietly, giving her hand another light squeeze. He looks away, clearing his throat. "With the way my father was with me and Stefan... I never thought I'd have to worry about it after I turned, but now..."

"You're scared that you'll be like him," Bonnie says knowingly. "Just like I'm scared of history repeating and my child ending up without me. Or just completely alone."

Damon swallows again and takes in a deep breath, turning his gaze back to her.

"That wouldn't happen," he says, pushing down his own rising, swirling fears. "You would be an amazing mother. Kind, and supportive, and encouraging. I've seen you with Lizzie and Josie. Risking your life for them. You would find a way around any problem."

Bonnie's eyes are shining and he's sure she isn't even blinking. But she smiles, the barest twitch of her mouth.

"And you're not your father," she says.

He bites down on the inside of his cheek. He isn't as convinced on that part. Something must show on his face, because Bonnie gives his hand a light tug, making him look back up at her.

"You're not," she presses. "You think I haven't seen you with the twins as well? You've offered up your soul to protect them. You would never do anything to hurt your own child. You would be a good dad."

He's never put that much thought into it until now, but he wants to believe her. He just nods, returning her small smile.

Silence falls over them. That feeling of time moving slowly stretches out. He just stares at their suitcases left open in a mess across from them.

"Should we look?" Bonnie asks quietly, at last.

"I don't know," Damon says. "Probably."

He hesitates, and he can feel her doing the same. Then they both look down at the test.

Damon's stomach drops out of him. His heart pulses relentlessly against his ribs and in his throat, loud in his ears. It feels like he can hear Bonnie's, too. And the third heartbeat apparently growing inside of her.

"Okay," Bonnie says quietly, nodding slowly. Her hand is gripping his with a strength to rival a vampire's. "So, I'm pregnant."

Damon's mind is racing. Reality hits at last, finally feeling real and yet not at all in the slightest.

He turns to Bonnie. It's another blow to his chest and his heart when he realizes she's crying.

"Hey, hey."

He quickly pulls her in, wrapping his arms around her. She immediately collapses into him and buries her face in his shirt as he just holds her with a hand on the back of her head.

"It's okay," he says. "It's gonna be okay. The test might not be right. We can see a doctor, get it confirmed. And even if you are, whatever you want to do. I'll be right here no matter what you decide. It's gonna be okay."

They stay like that for a moment. Bonnie then shakes her head, and he feels her pull back slightly. She wipes at her eyes with her wrist.

"It's just the shock, I think," she says.

Damon's hand drops to her leg and he rubs her thigh soothingly, and also to have something to do.

Bonnie breathes out slowly. She glances back down at the test. That terrified, but thoughtful look returns to her face.

Another beat passes, then she nods. "Seeing a doctor is a good idea."

"Okay," Damon agrees. "Do you wanna find the closest one here?"

"Yeah," she breathes out. "The sooner we get an appointment, the better."

Damon nods and moves to get up for his phone, left on the other side of the room. But Bonnie catches his wrist and holds him in place.

"Wait," she quickly says, and he does, pausing. He sinks back down onto the bed as she takes a moment before continuing. "I... If I really am pregnant... I think I want to keep it."

Damon's pulse is loud in his ears once more, reverberating throughout his entire body. Bonnie's staring, searching wide-eyed for even the faintest reaction.

"Okay," he breathes out. He tightens his hold on her hand as surprise flashes through her eyes, and he moves his other hand to clasp hers between the two of them. "I told you that I will be here, no matter what. You wanna keep it, we keep it. I promise you that I am not going anywhere, I will be here for you every step of the way. We're in this together, right?"

Bonnie's eyes are wide and shining again. A couple tears fall when she blinks, but her face breaks into a smile, a short, gentle, breathless laugh. She nods quickly, hair bouncing around her shoulders.

"Yeah," she says, and for the first time, she's smiling so wide he thinks he can actually hear joy in her voice. She swallows, quickly pressing her lips into a line. "We're in this together."

Damon can't help but grin back at her. Something flutters in his chest, and then they're both laughing for no reason. Both crying, too, he realizes when Bonnie reaches a hand up and wipes a tear or two from his cheek.

The thought of all of it is still absolutely terrifying, somehow more so after making an appointment with the nearest doctor in a couple of days. But it's also exciting in a way that he never thought he'd experience. He can see it in Bonnie's expression as well when they're curled up in bed together, the sun setting outside.

She's trailing her fingers along her stomach, as if she can already see the possibility. And she's smiling still, a glint in her eyes. Damon can't do anything but watch her, content in doing so.

"What kind of name would you choose?" Bonnie asks him without looking up, her smile growing.

He hums in thought. "Daffodil."

Bonnie twists her neck to stare up at him, furrowed brow in disbelief. "What?"

Damon laughs, and she rolls her eyes. "I'm obviously kidding. How cruel do you think I am?"

"Well, I don't know, you were born in the nineteenth century to a man named Giuseppe and grew up around people like Honoria," Bonnie says with a scoff. "You probably have terrible taste in names."

"That is absolutely untrue, how dare you."

"Gimme one good example of a name you would choose."

Damon pauses. "There's... Jo-Johnathon. God, no, not Johnathon, I take that back."

Bonnie laughs, twisting a little onto her side, curling into him. "See? You can't think of one. And you can't suggest Giuseppe. Lily I might allow, but Katherine is off-limits."

Damon shudders. "God no. Agreed. Never Katherine."