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dirtycccat · 4 years

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the demon bros+ undateables showing their love

thought about this for 5 min then had to write it out so enjoy

lucifer

first off you notice he treats you differently

and by differently i mean like you’re his favorite child sibling

you get away with anything??? and he’s softer with you than with the others (which is canon)

then you see that?? he keeps buying you stuff you said you wanted when he was present

and you’re ofc impressed

but you’re more impressed by how open he’s around you

he’ll leave most of his walls down around you

which means you’ll get to experience unfiltered lucifer

he’ll laugh around you more, make dumb dad jokes, nap with his head in your lap, complain drunkenly about his work and bros, give you sloppy cheeks and forehead kisses

you find it rly cute though

if you’re in the human world he’ll 100% take this chance to send you beautifully written letters asking you how you are and leaving some verses that reminded him of you on the back like a 19th century vampire

“dear mc, how is your life? mine is filled with woe and unease since i do not have the light of my life around anymore...anyway here’s a poem about being horny and alone by a 18th century romantic author hope to see you soon, xoxo lucifer”

you try to respond in the same way and send him memes on the back instead of poetry (or real poetry depends on your mood)

mammon

protective of you 100% will throw hands with anyone that even glances weirdly your way

but also wants to show you off? like look at this human!!! this is MY human!!!

gives you random thoughtful gifts that reminded him of you

wants to be around you 24/7 so he invites you to all the events that he thinks you’ll like

you wanna party? perfect. you wanna go on a weird ghost stories tour around the city? cool. you wanna waltz in one of those old people parties? he’s already reserved two tickets. you just wanna lay around and nap? he’s already on your lap.

it doesn’t matter if you’re in a romantic relationship or not this man WILL serenade you outside your window

rapunzel style with an acoustic guitar or with a boombox like a rebel 80s kid

anyway here’s toxic by britney spears babe this is for YOU

levi

considers you his bff ofc

but also at first he’s still really awkward around you and doesn’t really know what to do for you and feels bad thinking only you do things for him

until you reassure him you enjoy just being around him so it’s fine

he blushes and starts inviting you more to his room to game/ watch stuff

at some point he starts buying two tickets to all concerts he goes to and invites you along

but also? he asks you what you’re into and starts marathoning your favorite animes/ movies/ series so he can talk with you abt them

you feel really moved that he’d do that for you??? like??? bruh...

your relationship is basically friends respecting each other and wanting to know each other the best through their passions even if it means getting into some weird shit

it’s rly wholesome tho

if you’re romantically involved he’ll totally do roleplay as your favourite character and you do the same for him and it’s really cute

also imagine: artistic collabs. you make fanart together??? you can program games together???? you do cosplay together??? the possibilities...

satan

he’ll hate to be compared to his dad brother but he does show how much he trusts you by showing his unguarded side too

when he first talked about lucifer without the filter of his nice guy persona you were pretty shocked

like he was really going at it

but then you realize? he’s just like that when he’s comfortable

and it’s not all mean spirited, he just has,,, a strong personality and a lot of opinions about stuff (which you sometimes share with him)

but you also found out it’s really fun to gossip with satan

since he knows all the juicy gossip from his multitude of ties (he’s sharing the title of gossip queen with asmo that’s why they get along so well tbh)

also if you even find a teacher you hate he’ll tell you all their embarrassing moments to make you feel better

he also recommends you books and poems and sends you quotes that made him think about you

so you sure as heck don’t need to buy books while you’re in the devildom bc he’ll buy you an entire library

asmo

compliments you without comparing you to himself which is the highest compliment he can give

like mammon he’s more into the showing everyone his favorite human around while also protecting them

he’ll take you to his parties and gatherings as a guest of honor, he’ll make you meet all kinds of people and open up opportunities for you

he’ll be the one that pampers you

you’d think lucifer is the sugar daddy of the family but nope it’s asmo

he’ll buy you cute clothes, shoes, beauty products everything that he saw and imagined would look bomb on you

if you’re not into clothes he’ll buy you art supplies, books, anything you want but he’ll still probably buy you at least some clothes he thinks are cute

if you’re romantically involved,,,, he’ll buy other toys for you as well which you can try together wink wink

beel

cooks for you

no questions asked when it’s his turn to cook he’ll think about what YOU would like to eat first before making something

which is??? really touching coming from beel

and also means sometimes he’ll make the same dish three weeks in a row and annoy the others while you just get excited bc ??? you get to eat your favourite dish??? again and again????

thank you beel you truly know how to touch someone’s insides

also opens up to you and talks to you about his fears and thoughts

expect to get 4 am msgs from beel if he had a nightmare

which would end up in you coming to cuddle him (and belphie also joins sometimes)

which tbh is that even a thing you can complain about?

belphie

is more baby less murder when you’re around

naps on your lap, naps on your shoulder, naps with you anywhere

but also let’s you nap on HIM

besides being soft around you he actually opens up to you too

and talks to you about his traumas and issues

which he has in common with his twin what can you do

so you have weekly cuddle parties with him and beel where you talk about shit and actually make them resolve their issues instead of just,,, ignoring them

also if you’re into each other you probably tease each other and flirt really shamelessly in public while the others cringe and or blush at your language

are you a cowboy? because i want you to ride me all night

simeon

writes you fancy letters with poetry like lucifer, but his ink is scented and his envelopes contain pressed flowers more often than not

if you’re together you even do letter sexting if you’re into it

creates characters based on you in his stories (which you don’t believe even if levi points out you that the two of you are kinda similar)

asks you to spend more and more time with him and luke

invites you to picnics, reads to you while your head is in his lap, cooks you snacks

if you’re a theatre kid too,,, you do musical love confessions too,,, sometimes by just reciting the lyrics of really popular musical theatre songs in a death panned voice

cough a heart full of love from les mis but read like poetry through the fence of the house of lamentation cough

asks you cryptic shit hannibal style like “tell me mc what does it mean to want to be consumed whole by another? is it a desire to become something bigger than yourself or is it related to our need to become one with our loved one like some cultures pointed out before?”

you’re either really into his cryptid talk or just roll your eyes and smooch him

diavolo

invites you around to his castle all the time

sometimes he even pulls some weird shenanigans just to make you spend more time with him

expect tea parties with him luci and barbatos in no particular combination

gives you compliments 24/7 even in public

remember how he treats lucifer? he’s that for you too but he’s learned from the lucifer experience to focus on complimenting you as a person more than how you look

if you’re into pda he’ll touch you all the time

if you ever wanted a gomez - morticia romance, here’s your goth big titty himbo that’s way too full of love

if you’re lovers expect to be pampered, i feel like? he doesn’t buy a lot of gifts and such because he’s probably tired of material things but he will make time in his busy schedule for you and spend a lot of time with you

which means more to him than gifts

(we will buy you anything you ask though)

barbatos

actually talks with you about stuff outside rad, the demon bros and diavolo

also invites you to alone time tea or wine time

where you drink and gossip

if satan and asmo are the crowned queens of gossip barbatos is the king of gossip but he doesn’t share his knowledge to most people so nobody knows what he knows

but he knows,,,, a lot

and not only that he knows a lot about people nowadays,,, but imagine the things he knows about like historical figures and such,,,

so prepare for story time with barbatos where he talks about how oscar wilde was almost summoned by drunk inccubi during a party once, or how diavolo cried when he was a kid because he sent a letter to caravaggio asking him to paint his portrait and he said no

also if you get drunk together expect really energetic talkative barbatos destroying DESTROYING everyone (except diavolo ofc)

“lucifer please i once saw you crying because you thought diavolo was ignoring you when you actually forgot to press the send button to your messages ”

if you’re romantically involved diavolo will always be first in his hear but that just means you’ll have to invite diavolo along on your dates which just means you’ve got a new lover and a new bff

solomon

he invites you on all kinds of wacky adventures

you visit witches, go to weird magical forest parties or orgies if you want, you go travelling the mountains for rare herbs

it’s like you’re faust and he’s mephisto haha the irony and he’s showing you another side of the world you never knew

ofc the others know about all this but??? they thought it’s normal and didn’t even consider you know nothing about it

but solomon knows what it was like to be just a human

and since he likes you he empathizes with your situation

he also make you meet all kinds of people

since he has 72 contracts and hundreds of years of doing wack stuff he must know some interesting people

and now his friends are your friends

i feel like romantic solomon would be just him?? but less shady with you especially since now you understand him better

but also he’ll probably bring you weird shit from his alone expeditions

did you ever want the tears of a mermaid? a carnivorous plant that feeds on emotions? a crying portrait? no? well too bad because now you have a room full of weird items

...that you love and treasure thank you very much

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tommodirection · 4 years

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Little Sister

Harry Styles x Tomlinson! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: swearing, playful mentions of Larry

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A/N: Heylo! I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been working on this for about a month now, never being able to finish it, but I decided to sit down and finish it tonight instead of wallowing in self-pity! The Larry mention at the end is meant to be funny and playful, not something to take seriously! Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️💕🥰

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When your brother went to audition for the X-Factor in 2010, you expected him to come home after, maybe with a signed record deal, maybe not, but home nonetheless.

Instead, he was put into a boy band with four other boys, and moved out. Your mother was proud, of course as anyone would be, but that also meant her oldest child had left the nest.

That left you, now the oldest in the house, and your four younger sisters. Your mum was handling it the best she could, but with Mark out of the house constantly, it got stressful for her.

You didn’t like Mark that much, sure, he was nice, and he treated your mother alright, he just didn’t seem like a commitment kind of guy to you.

You were adopted shortly after your mum left Louis’s father. Mark was accepting of the fact that she already had two kids, but became a bit offended when she took your side in an argument instead of one of their kids.

You loved all your siblings equally, well, Louis a bit more than the other girls, but you still loved them no matter how their father acted.

When Louis left, you were left to help your mother with the other girls, Mark not being much help. You were often left to help them get ready for school, get ready for bed, and you even had to run errands for your mother.

Since you were only 16, and hadn’t gotten a driver’s license, you had to walk almost everywhere, but you didn’t mind, not when you were helping your mother.

Having a brother who had recently become a famous member of a boy band, also meant you had to watch all the girls at your school drool over him. This also meant that a lot more people were trying to be friendly to you.

Most of the girls at your school loved Louis, probably because they thought they had the best chance with him, not that they had any chance.

However, you preferred Harry. You always had a soft spot for sweet boys with curly hair, but this time felt different. It probably was just a silly little crush, you’d obsess for a few weeks and then get over it.

You were so, so wrong.

You watched your brother and his mates smash their way through the charts for the next two years, becoming the best boy band of the generation.

The whole family was immensely proud of him, even Mark. You were particularly proud of Harry, though the rest of your family didn’t really care.

The small crush hadn’t faded, instead it had grown in the past two years, each time you saw him on a photo your brother sent, or on TV, you flushed and your heart started racing.

He was just perfect. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect dimples, perfect smile, perfect lips, perfect everything.

It honestly kind of upset you sometimes.

There you were, the sister of one of his best mates, same age as him too, and yet you had never met him.

That all changed when the band went to Madison Square Garden at the end of the year.

Since you were eighteen and finished with college, you were allowed to go with your mother to go see Louis perform.

As you and your mother approached the stadium, you felt a wave of awe wash over you. Your brother’s face was on the fucking front of Madison Square Garden. He was getting paid to be here.

Where the fuck did you go wrong?

The driver that Louis had hired pulled up in the front, allowing you both to get out along with Liam’s mum, Karen, who was a lovely lady.

You all climbed out of the car onto the busy New York City street, people busling past your trio to file into the large arena.

Your mother grabbed your hand and Karen’s as well, pulling you both into line.

Meanwhile, the boys were sitting in front of the camera, discussing their feelings about the upcoming show. Zayn and Liam were currently in the dressing room, and Niall was finishing his dinner, so Louis and Harry were left to be interviewed.

“You know, this is a big show for us, obviously,” Harry said, trying not to be gesticulative as he spoke, nerves buzzing through his body.

“Yeah, of course it’s big cos it’s MSG, but this is also the only one that all of us have at least one family member in the audience. Liam, Niall, and Zayn have their mums, Harry has his mum and stepdad, and my mum and sister are coming, which is of course rattling, you want them to be proud of you,” Louis said, leaning back on the couch.

Harry paused for a moment, “Wait, which sister?”

“Y/N, she’s finished with school, so mum let her come down, she’s ecstatic,” Louis smiled and Harry nodded, trying to keep a straight face for the camera.

He had never met you, he’s only heard stories from Louis, and seen pictures that his mum always sent him of all the girls.

He thought you were adorable, who wouldn’t? He wouldn’t call it a crush, he hadn’t even met you. However, there was definitely something about you that drew him near you.

Once you had gotten inside, Karen insisted on going to buy something. The concert was starting in a few minutes, so there weren’t many people at the tables, most already in their seats.

She was beaming, looking at all of the stuff with her son’s face on it, your mother bearing a similar smile. Karen spotted the cardboard cutouts of the boys. And her eyes lit up.

She rushed to buy one, your mother chuckling, but you could tell she was contemplating on buying one herself.

The pair began to walk away, the camera crew following them, but you stayed behind, stepping up to the cashier.

Your mother must’ve noticed you weren’t there, as seconds later she was at your side, rubbing your arm lightly.

“Whatcha buying?” She asked, humming as she moved her hand to your upper back.

You felt yourself flush as you ordered the Harry cutout. Your mother was laughing her arse off, clutching her stomach as she doubled over.

You felt embarrassed, but understood her reaction. Karen turned around to see the commotion and saw the cashier handing you the Harry cutout. She gave a light chuckle and waved you both over.

Your mother pretended to wipe a tear from her cheek, smirking at you, “Aw, my baby’s in love!” She teased and you bit your lip.

“Shut up,” you mumbled weakly.

The camera crew saw the interaction, getting the whole thing on tape. As you passed the camera, you gave it a small, awkward smile, stuffing the Harry under your arm.

The show was amazing, you didn’t expect any less.

The boys were energetic, entertaining the audience as they jumped and ran around the stage, clearly enjoying themselves.

You were placed in the front, along with the other mothers and Robin, Harry’s step-father. During Louis’ solos, you and your mother would cheer the loudest, the others doing the same for their respective child.

Each boy came to wave to all of you, grinning as they sang. Louis just made a funny face at you and your mother, almost missing his cue.

The other boys did similar things, running to wave while they were singing, but Harry hadn’t come over yet, something that was clearly disturbing Anne.

During a brief break in between songs, Harry came to sit on the edge of the stage in front of all of you. The fans surrounding you all were screaming, some laughing when he gave a bashful wave.

He brought the microphone to his mouth, interrupting Liam’s monologue.

“That’s my mummy!” He pointed to Anne, making her giggle as he bounced up and down where he sat. “Hi mummy!” He yelled, giving an over enthusiastic wave, the audience loving every second.

A grin spread across your face, watching the interaction warmed your heart. Anne was loving it, she blew Harry a kiss, and he caught it, pressing it to kiss cheek.

“I love you mum,” he said, seriously. The audience and all the boys on stage letting out a sweet ‘aw’.

“I love you, Hazza!” Anne tried to yell above the audience, her voice being drowned out, but Harry understood her perfectly.

He turned his attention to the rest of you, “Hi everyone!” He waved again, his grin still just as wide. His eyes scanned over each of you, and his met yours. “Y/N? You’re Lou’s sister, right?” He asked and you nodded, trying to ignore your mum poking your arm. “Damn!” He yelled and you felt yourself gaping, Louis standing up quickly.

“Excuse me?” He asked, in mock offense.

Harry realized his mistake, “No, no, no! That came out wrong,” he turned to you, “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I just mean that I imagined you being like,” he held up his hand a few feet off the ground, “this tall based on how Lou described you, and that is certainly not the case,” he affirmed and Louis playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sure,” he dragged it out, “I’m sure that’s what you meant,” he joked, and Harry stood, brushing off his bum.

“Anyways! On with the show!”

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A few months later, the boys sat huddled around a table in the film director’s conference room.

The film was finally completed, and the boys were invited to watch it and suggest changes. The boys were a bit into the film now, mostly taking the piss out of it and teasing each other.

Then came the footage from Madison Square Garden.

The boys stayed silent the whole time that the mothers were speaking, being quiet for the first time since the film started.

After showing the mothers’ thoughts on them performing at MSG, it cut to the interviews backstage. It was mostly just the boys’ preparation. Harry and Louis’ interview showed up, and the teasing started right up again.

“Louis, did you see the way his face lit up when you mentioned Y/N?” Liam said through laughter, Zayn and Niall laughing with him.

Harry was glaring at the boys, trying to avoid looking at Louis, a furious blush coating his cheeks. Louis was trying to hide his smile, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye.

Truth was, he didn’t mind at all. Sure, it was a little weird, but he knew Harry, and Louis knew about your little crush on him, your mum had told him about it and had even sent pictures of the Harry cutout, now set up in your room. He would rather you date Harry than some random kid from Doncaster. You and Harry would work well together, he may even dare to say you were perfect for each other. There was only one problem; you hadn’t met.

The boys had finally calmed down and the rest of the film continued. While Liam and Niall were talking about the time they had to be smuggled through a bread van, Louis took his chance. He leaned over, catching Harry’s attention, “Don’t listen to them, if I’m being honest with you, I wouldn’t mind if you dated my sister,” he whispered, Harry immediately getting flustered.

“I, what? I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re mad,” Harry mumbled and Louis chuckled, patting Harry’s knee.

“It’s alright lad, no need to explain yourself.”

The topic wasn’t brought up again until the movie came out.

Well, it technically hadn’t come out yet. Each boy was allowed to stream it at their home, they were sent digital copies. Louis had invited you over to watch it a week before it officially came out, and of course you had said yes.

You decided to spend the week with him, needing a break from managing the house with your mother. You had felt guilty, seeing as it was now her alone, Mark had left early on in your brother’s departure. Although, Dan, her new fiancé, was there to help out a bit.

You pulled up outside his apartment building, parking and grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat. You made your way into the apartment, keeping your head down as you knocked on the door.

Louis opened it, throwing his arms open with a large grin on his face. You set your bag down, giggling as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I missed you too,” he said, swaying with you in the doorway for a moment. He pulled away, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited someone else over too!”

“I don’t mind,” you said, squinting at your brother, why was he being so cheeky about it?

“Great! Alright, come on in! Harry’s on the couch, and before we watch the film, we’re gonna watch interviews!” He ushered you inside, grabbing your bag.

You stopped once you had entered the house, turning back to Louis, “Hold, go back there for a second, did you say Harry’s here?” You asked, quickly panicking.

You were answered by a voice behind you, “Louis, is your guest…” Harry trailed off as you turned around. He gaped for a moment, clearing his throat quickly, “Oh, uhm, hi Y/N, Louis didn’t say you were coming,” his eyes left you to quickly glance at Louis.

“Hi,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek.

It was quiet for a few moments, and Louis interjected, “Ready to watch the interviews?” He asked, not even waiting for an answer as he dragged both of you to the living room.

He sat down on the couch, pulling you and Harry on either side of him. “They sent me a weird version they made that has the interviews first, and the movie immediately after,” he leaned over and picked up a napkin he had set on the table.

On it were two times stamps, one that was pretty early on, and one that was presumably later in the film. He scrolled on the TV for a moment, getting the setting right and pressing start once the DVD was processed.

He began to fast forward through most of the interviews, you were a bit confused when he came to a stop in the middle of the interviews. You were about to say something, but he turned the volume all the way up, pressing play.

“If you had to set up your sister with one of the band, and you could trust them, who would it be?” The interviewer asked, leaning forwards as she spoke.

Liam and Zayn erupted, “None, none of them!” They both chided, clear looks of disgust on their face.

Louis sat contemplating for a moment, both Liam and Zayn looking at him with knowing smiles, “I have an ideal pair in mind, I’m not going to verify who, the lads already know who it is, my sister doesn’t, but I’ve got a plan,” he smirked, nodding enthusiastically.

The Louis next to you looked at his napkin again, fast forwarding it again, this time you were sat for a little bit longer, the tension in the room growing thicker. Both you and Harry had a feeling that he was talking about you guys, but neither of you dared say anything.

He unpaused it again, this time it was the actual film, iit showed you and your mum, along with Karen, it was the MSG footage.

You began panicking, trying to grab the remote from Louis, “Louis, Louis, turn it off, turn it off!” You yelled as you tackled him, reaching for the remote he was holding high.

He ducked to his side, quickly stuffing the remote down his trousers as the film continued playing. He gave you a triumphant smirk, but you narrowed your eyes, “don’t think I won’t look in there,” you threatened, and he shot up, running to the washroom, giggling the whole way.

You let out a grunt of defeat, collapsing on the couch and shrinking in on yourself, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh god, ‘m so so sorry Harry,” you grumbled, sinking further into the couch.

Harry let out a low chuckle, “It’s alright, love. I’ve already seen the movie,” he admitted and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” he assured, you felt him put his hand on your knee, making you flush even further. “In fact, if the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve bought a cutout of you too,” he began rubbing a small circle on your knee.

You removed your hands from your face at his confession, looking at him in confusion, “Wait, really?”

“Of course! When we first got together as a band, you called Louis, and he stepped outside for a minute to talk to you, when he got back, he had the biggest smile on his face. At first we thought that it was a girl he’d been talking to, but then he told us it was his sister, and I just had to know more about the girl who made him smile that big. He began talking about you, and about your other family of course, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he described you, then he showed me pictures, and you just blew me away, as cheeky as it sounds,” he laughed lightly, your eyes traced his profile, “then I saw you at MSG, and I was even more shocked, you were much more mature than the last picture Louis had showed us. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl who smiled brighter than sun, the one who loved her family more than anything, the one who could make anyone laugh just by speaking, and I hadn’t even met you! But now I’ve actually met you, and even seeing you wrestled with Louis earlier, it confirmed everything I already thought.” He paused, his eyes opening quickly, “I-Uhm, if you don’t like any of that, you can just ignore all of it.”

You sat in disbelief, joy overwhelming you, “Wait, so you like me?”

“I mean, yeah, if that whole speech wasn’t convincing enough, I can show you my diary,” he offered, and you put a finger to his lips.

“As tempting as that is, I really want to kiss you right now, is that alright?” You asked, scooting closer to him on the couch.

“Yeah, that would be amazing,” he giggled, placing his hand on your cheek as your lips met.

It was awkward at first, you were both angled on the couch, neither position comfortable. You shifted closer, slowly crawling onto his lap, quickly pulling away to make sure it was okay with him. When he gave you a subtle nod, you connected your lips again, his sweet, oddly sugary, plush lips. You ran your fingers through his curls, quickly tangling them. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you continued to kiss. It was heavenly, everything you had ever dreamed of. Of course, your paradise had to be interrupted by something.

“Oi Oi!” Louis yelled from the hallway, “I get you like each other and all, but this is my couch, come on lads!” He complained, causing you to hurry off of Harry’s lap, taking a seat beside him. He playfully scoffed, pointing a finger at you, “Now, I’m going to get some food from the kitchen, no snogging while I’m gone!” He demanded as he walked out of the room.

You and Harry giggle to yourself, he turned to you, a playful smile adorning his face, “y’know, now that I’m dating a Tomlinson, maybe the Larries will finally back off,” he joked, earning a chuckle from you.

“Oh darling, you’re forgetting one thing,” you chided, he turned to you, obviously confused. “I’m the biggest Larrie of them all,” you teased.

“Oh shut it!” Both he and Louis yelled.

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cavilliciousness · 5 years

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Title: About Time {Requested}

Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 6.3k

Warning: Smutty, Smut, NSFW, Choking,

A/N: Eeeh, a request! So exciting. This is a bit long, I didn’t mean for it to be, but it is. Hope you enjoy it. Also, please excuse any typos or spacing issues, this is loosely proofread and edited.

Summary: You and Henry are really good friends, have been for eight years. You've wanted him for such a long time but never had the guts to make your move because you always thought you weren't good enough for him or the kind of woman he needed/deserved. He knows it and has waited for you to come to it on your own, but he is tired of waiting, especially after his long, frustrating day of work.

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You sat behind your desk in your cubicle. It was yet another day of the same ol', same ol'. It was Friday, and you were thankful for it. It had been a long week, and you were desperately in need of a well-deserved break. Your mind drifted to your routine Friday night. Every Friday you and Henry had a Netflix-n-Chill night. One of you would go to the other's house with takeout. Whoever didn’t supply the food had to make sure the alcohol was stocked. You took out your phone from your top drawer and shot a message to Henry.

MSG: Netflix-N-Chill tonight?

You waited for a minute and no reply. Placing your phone on top of your desk, you tried to focus on the article you were supposed to be writing. You glanced at the clock on your desk; it read one-fifty. You groaned, closed your eyes, and rolled your neck around. You had four more hours until you could leave and you had no idea how you were going to survive it. You couldn't focus on the article even if it meant saving your life. Slumping back in your chair, you tried to get into the mindset you needed to finish the piece. Your deadline was Monday morning and you'd barely written a paragraph. You'd told your editor and chief that you were the last person who could write about advising on becoming a woman who made the first move and take charge of her desires. You didn't know the first thing when it came to that.

Hell, you'd been in love with Henry for the last umpteen years, and you still hadn't uttered one word about it. Instead, you pretended the opposite. When he told you about the women he went on dates with you kept a straight face and tried not to look affected when inside you were dying. When he asked for advice when he was having woman troubles, you tried to give unbiased advice when really you wanted to sabotage him at every turn. It was painful, but somehow you got through it.

You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you were afraid he didn't feel the same and worried that you just wouldn't match up to all the rest. He'd been with some stunning women, women who had perfect bodies according to the mass public and women who had so much to offer, like models, beauty queens, and actresses. You tried to tell yourself, of course, you had a chance. You knew you were a pretty girl your features were not basic, and your curves drew a lot of men to you, but you only had eyes for Henry. What was worse was that he had no clue. Your phone buzzed on top of your desk.

MSG Henry: Depends are you going to adhere to the true definition of that term?

Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind raced with the possibilities of what he meant. Henry's sense of humor was all over the place. He could mean it literally, or he could mean something else. You knew what you wanted it to mean. Chewing your bottom lip, you wracked your brain to come up with a response. After five minutes you'd still had yet to respond.

MSG Henry: Guess not. I don't think I can make it tonight, running lines with the cast going to do a test drive to the next scenes.

Henry was in the middle of filming Night Hunter, and he'd said quite a few times the psychological thriller had a way of messing with his mind sometimes. You understood from everything he'd told you about the role and the plot. You were looking forward to seeing it.

MSG: I understand. Raincheck.

Tossing your phone back to your desk, you groaned a little louder than you intended. An email popped up from your co-worker Liz. You opened it and saw an attached picture of Henry in what looked like a still from the movie. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you flat out gawked at it. He was gorgeous, the filled-out beard and long wavy hair was one of your most favorite looks for him. You had dreams about running your fingers through it and using it to steer him while he was nestled between your legs. A shiver rushed down your spine and you a wave of arousal came with it. He was so handsome. You looked down at the message Liz wrote, "Wild, wild thoughts." You knew exactly what she meant.

By the time you got home, it was almost seven, and you were exhausted and so sexually frustrated. Deciding not to wait, you popped open a bottle of your favorite wine and gulped down two glasses as you prepared to hop in the tub for a nice long bath. Once you were seated, you enjoyed the hot water and floral scents of your bath oils and let your mind drift away on who else--Henry. Your mind ran back to his comment about "Netflix-N-Chill." There had been so many times you'd thought to just jump on him as he sat across the couch. So many times you'd wanted to barge in his bathroom when you'd heard him in the shower. It was amazing you'd been able to contain yourself this long. It took a lot of restraint and batteries.

After passing out in the tub, you got out only to realize that two hours had passed. You hadn't even realized that you'd dozed off. You grabbed the wine bottle off the kitchen counter and made your way to your bedroom, deciding to lounge in bed with the TV. You didn't even bother to change out of your robe and get dressed. As you flipped through the channels, you happened to land on a channel that was playing Batman Vs. Superman and it was coming up on one of your favorite scenes when Superman landed in the cave looking house, and he looked fierce as if he could destroy an entire city. You quickly pressed pause and stared at his clean-shaven face. Without thinking about it or looking away, you reached into your top drawer and found the one thing you'd been relying on heavily for the last several months. Once you perched against the headboard, you turned it on and focused on the vibrations and Henry's face on your TV.

It didn't take long for your back to be arched off the bed and your moaning to bounce off the walls and fill the room. You moaned loudly and slapped your hand to your breast and got lost in the sensations washing over you.

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-Henry-

The day just wouldn't end. Just when he thought he was home free something always came up. First, it was yet another conversation of the direction of his character; then it was an impromptu improv session between him and a co-star, then it was retake after retake. It was late, and he was exhausted, hungry, and honestly very pent up. His friends had pointed it out several times that his responses had gotten shorter and shorter and he always seemed stressed, angry, or just plain out of sorts. He pretended like he didn't know what they meant, but he knew exactly what they meant. They were right, and he knew the reason why. It had been several months since he'd been with anyone. Months since he'd cut all ties with his latest pass time, hell he'd cut off all the women he'd ever spent any time with. Once he realized how he felt about Y/N, it didn’t make any sense. He'd always been attracted and secretly wanted her but as time went on and you'd struck up a friendship rather than a relationship he just decided to keep things as they were.

In the beginning, he didn't know if you felt anything for him; he didn't like to just assume that every woman he came across wanted him and actually shied away from thoughts like that. The more he saw you dating other men, he resolved himself to believing you just weren't into him. It wasn't until almost a year ago that he'd realized you did have feelings for him when one of her friends accidentally let it slip. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't happy about it because he was, but he was faced with a problem of how to breach the topic. Your friend Samantha told him you didn't feel like you deserved him or were his type. He thought it was a crazy reason and so far from the truth that he couldn't believe it. The more he watched you, the more he understood. He'd always known you were more reserved than the women he'd dated before. You didn't beg for attention from anyone men included. You never made the first move on any guy he'd ever seen you with and a lot of times he could tell you were awkward when you were complimented and told just how beautiful or sexy you were. At this point, he was tired of waiting for you to tell him how you felt; he was tired of waiting for you to make a move.

He parked in the parking lot of your condominium complex and grabbed his bag and the takeout bags from the backseat and made his way inside. On the ride up in the elevator, he rechecked his phone to see if you'd sent another message. When the elevator arrived on the twelfth floor, he finished off his email to his agent and tucked his phone away and grabbed the spare key he had. As he walked down the hall, a few people passed him, and he tucked his baseball hat lower to obscure his face. Once inside, he dropped his bag in the foyer, kicked off his shoes, and walked into the kitchen to place the takeout bags on the island. He saw the corkscrew and the cork and knew you'd probably had a stressful day of work. Walking toward your bedroom, he intended to knock, but as he approached, he could hear the muffled sounds of moans. Craning his neck to the door, he listened carefully. The moans got louder, he thought it was the TV, but when he heard a high pitched screech, he pressed his ear to the door. His heart was pounding, and he didn't know why.

"Aaah-mmmm. Yes."

That's not the TV, he thought. His instincts were to turn away and leave; he felt like he'd invaded on your privacy and was mortified for it. As he took a step to back away, it was then he heard it as plain as day.

"Oh, Henry!"

He stopped in his tracks and felt like he'd been hit by a train. The air rushed from his lungs, and the thought to leave was gone. Placing his hand on the doorknob, everything in him just wanted to walk in there and finally express himself. Before he turned the knob somehow, he got a grip on his desires and the fire in his belly. Clenching his jaw, he turned away from her door and walked back to the kitchen. He took out a bottle of Guinness from your fridge and gulped it all down without taking a breath. Once finished, he leaned forward and balled his fists. The thought of what you were doing behind that door was getting the better of him. He wondered if you were using your fingers or if you had a bullet or something more versatile. He wondered how long you'd been at it, if you always said his name, or if you were completely naked. He groaned and trekked back to the fridge and took another beer. Halfway through it, he decided he was done with this back and forth and waiting and he devised a plan.

Once he'd finished with the beer, he dropped both empty bottles in the garbage and walked back to your front door. He opened it and slammed it shut.

"Y/N! Are you here? Are you awake?"

He listened and heard a loud bang as if something dropped on the floor--or someone.

"Henry?!"

"Yeah. What's going on? Are you in the bedroom? I'll come to you."

"No, don't!"

He pinched his lips at the panic in your voice.

"I'll be right there. Give me a minute," you responded.

He walked back into the kitchen and unpacked the containers from your favorite restaurant and got the wine from the fridge. After a few minutes, you rushed into the kitchen in your black silk robe. He tapped into his acting skills.

"Hey. Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, I um--I dozed off. Didn't even realize it."

"Are you sick?"

Shaking your head, no, you continued to avoid his eyes, "No, not sick, just feeling a little lethargic."

"That time of the month?"

"Nope." He knew instantly what time it was.

"Ah, I see, it's that other time," he responded with a nod. He'd teased her before about the way women got during their ovulation time. He'd always found it interesting mother nature's ultimate sabotage, especially if a woman wanted to stay away from children. She made it so your body worked against you. It was then he realized just what he'd walked in on. You were probably having the hardest time fighting it off.

"What're--what're you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it," you rushed out. You sounded as if you'd run a marathon.

"I couldn't, but I fought to get the hell out of there and here I am. Should I have not come? Did you have other plans tonight?"

He gave you an inquiring look keeping in mind what you were just doing. You looked at him and gave him an innocent look and shook your head before looking away from his eyes to look at the mountain of food containers.

"Nope, no other plans. Let's eat. What movie did you want to watch?"

You took a few of the containers and walked away to the living room. He chuckled under his breath and followed you with the rest of the food and wine.

You scanned the movies on Netflix and drank glass after glass of wine until you found an all-around movie, one with action, comedy, and romance. You both paid attention to the movie and joked between you, it was always comfortable with you, and he appreciated it. After a long day, you were probably the only thing that could help him de-stress. Throughout the movie, he initiated accidental touches that had you flinching back and looking away or smiling to yourself. When he took off his sweatshirt he pretended not to see you glancing over the exposed skin at his waist. He even pretended not to see you sink your teeth into your lip. It took everything in him to not react when he saw you suck your bottom lip in your mouth as you studied him when you thought he wasn't looking.

There were a few times when he thought you'd finally admit your feelings or give in to your wants, like when he reached over and wiped some sauce from your robe, or when his eyes dropped to your cleavage as he wiped the fabric, or when he unnecessarily brushed his butt against your hand as he passed in front of you. Still none of his actions elicited the wanted reaction, you looked like you were struggling yes, but still, you held tight to any confessions. That was when he decided to step up the tease. When you finished the last bite of your food, it left some sauce on the side of your mouth, he reached out and slowly wiped it with the pad of his thumb. It was meant to tease her, but as he did it, he was the one who had the most significant reaction. This was the first touch that he felt was intimate. In this moment he wanted you and didn’t want to play any games.

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-Y/N-

You couldn't breathe, think, or move. You doubted he knew just what he was doing to you. He had to be clueless at the power he held over you. Your brain was mush, and you were dripping wet. You scolded yourself, in the rush to hide all evidence of your masturbation you’d forgotten to put on underwear. The fact that you were completely naked and filled with an unfathomable amount of need for him was too much to bear. You knew that if you got up the evidence of your arousal would be easy to see soaked on the couch. Pressing your knees together you looked away from Henry and back to the TV. You frantically looked around to find the wine bottle. From beside you, you heard Henry release a breath. You looked to him and watched as he rubbed his forehead and tipped the hat off his head. His hair was slightly tousled, and you just wanted to touch it.

"So how much longer are we going to dance around this, love?"

You barely heard the question you were so lost in watching his hair and the energy it took to fight your wants and ignore everything your body that was running on crazy hormones was telling you to do. You hated ovulation week it was hell, especially whenever you were around him. The fact that you hadn't even finished before you heard him come through the door made it that much worse. Your body was on high alert. Shaking your head, you looked at him and heard the words he'd spoken.

"What?"

"It's been years and years aren't you tired?"

You gaped at him genuinely confused what he was getting at.

"I'm confused--,"

"I'm tired, bollocks I'm exhausted, and that's just from tonight," Henry admitted.

"What are you exhausted about from tonight? What's going on? Work?"

"I'm exhausted because I've had to pretend I didn't hear you pleasing yourself while moaning my name all night. I've had to pretend I'm not picturing what is underneath that robe or how it would feel to have your mouth on my skin. I'm exhausted and have no idea how you're not after doing all this pretending for years."

The blood pumped in your ears, and then the ringing began. Your heart pounded so fast you thought you were going to have a heart attack. You couldn't think, all you could do was hear his words replaying in your head. You couldn't believe your ears. Not only had he just called you out like hardcore called you out, he'd eluded to wanting what you wanted. Your jaw dropped, and you looked away and around the room, unable to speak. What could you say? You knew what you wanted to say. Quickly your head snapped back to him just as his tongue peeked out to dance across his lips. Your mouth went dry. The moment stretched on for what felt like an eternity, neither of you spoke, neither of you moved. Just as you thought to Henry darted across the couch and crushed his lips to yours, delving his tongue into your mouth. He expertly kissed you and claimed your mouth as his, a claim you didn't dare object to. Instinctively your hand clasped the nape of his neck, and you allowed your fingers to sink into the hair there. Henry groaned on your lips and the wall you'd carefully built around all you pent up desires for him collapsed. Behind this wall was every dirty dream, filthy whim, deep dark desire, and every fantasy you'd ever had about him.

You climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs, deepening the kiss and bringing your hand to join the other entangled in his hair. It was soft, so soft. Henry's hands gripped your hips and squeezed. You could feel his length growing as it pressed onto the need between your legs. Moaning again you pulled his head back by his hair. His loud grunt was followed by a husky groan. You kissed, licked and nibbled his neck before biting on the lobe of his ear. In an instant, he'd flipped you onto the couch and pressed his muscular body on you. his lips retuned to yours as he took control of the kiss. His beard rubbing against your skin gave you a delicious chill down your spine that curled around to your belly and ignited into flames. You moaned and dropped your hand to the swell of his backside and squeezed.

"Christ Y/N!"

The sound of your name on his lips made the pulsating between your thighs increase and beg for attention. As if sensing what you needed, you felt Henry's hands trailing up your leg to the inside of your thigh before his finger slowly met the wetness that had trailed down to your upper thigh. Then his finger grazed across your aching lips and to the greedy bud screaming for him. You gasped loudly tearing your lips from his as you arched backward. Henry swirled his finger over your bud then delved between your folds, feeling you more intimately than ever for the first time. As his fingers met with your sopping core, he groaned and dropped his head to your neck where he gently bit the skin there.

"Fuck!"

Whimper after whimper begged him to stop the teasing, but he didn’t. He continued to use your wetness to slick around your need. You knew you were close.

"Is this how you do it? Hmm Y/N? is this how you please yourself while you think of me?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, all you could do was moan more. Henry's fingers sped up then slowed only to speed up again. He was teasing you. You didn't doubt he knew how close you were and wanted to toy with you. When you knew you couldn't take it anymore, you felt Henry slip a finger inside your desperate heat and sink it to the hilt before he added a second finger. When he pulled it back, he slowly pressed forward again your hand flung to the back of the couch and squeezed it feeling your orgasm begin to uncurl within you. Suddenly henry pulled his fingers from you and sat up. His hair was a mess, lips red from your kisses and eyes dark with desire. He placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was enough to send more heat through you.

"Bed. Now!"

The order was laced with urgency, an urgency you felt as well. Standing up, you wobbled to your bedroom and quickly glanced in the mirror and tried to fix yourself up as best as you could. When you got out the bath, you didn't lotion or do any of your beauty rituals and thought to do it to make sure he had the best experience possible but when you heard his feet trotting across the wood floor, you shook the idea out your head and hurried to your bed. When he walked in, he tsked.

"Since you're not in that bed already just stand right there," Henry ordered.

You stood at the side of the bed and watched him walk in your room. It was an action he'd done dozens of times throughout your friendship only this time nothing about the move was platonic. He stopped in front of you and touched the ends of the knot you'd tied and pulled on the material to loosen said knot. Anticipation gripped your heart, and so did the nerves. He'd never seen you naked before, and you were worried he wouldn't like what he saw. The robe hung just off your skin, and he used his pointers to trace up the material to your shoulders and pushed it off. Effortlessly the silk fell to the floor, leaving you fully bare before him.

Henry's eyes slowly drank in every inch of your figure from the swell of your breasts to the curves at your waist and hips. When his eyes stopped at the apex of your thighs, you bit down onto your bottom lip and tried to fight the urge to run and hide.

"God, you're gorgeous," his husky voice smoldered. Searching his eyes for any hint of a lie, you found none. You stepped into him and kissed him again. You doubted you'd ever get enough of his lips. Henry took control and gripped your hip and pulled you against his body. You groaned hating the feel of all his clothes. You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and lifted, allowing your fingers to graze his abs.

"Too much clothes," you managed to groan out.

Smiling against you, he wasted no time pulling the shirt over his head. You looked over his torso and smiled; he was gorgeous and thicc. You loved his body, always had and the build he had for this movie was one of your favorites. Henry turned you so the backs of your thighs bumped into your bed and hovered over you until you sunk into your plush comforter. Henry climbed on the bed and laced kisses across your body starting from your hip to your belly button, then to your ribcage and your exposed breast. The second you felt his lips around your nipple you arched back and gasped in. Henry sucked your hardened numb in his mouth and suckled.

Mewls of pleasure escaped your lips, and when you felt his mouth on your other breast, you sank your hands in his hair and hugged his head to you. Before you had time to get lost in your pleasure, Henry pulled your hands from his hair and stretched them over your head and hovered over you once again. You felt cold metal around your wrist, but it didn't register. When you tried to pull your hands back, they didn't move. You looked overhead and saw he'd cuffed you to the headboard. Glancing back to him, you saw a smile.

"There is a toll to pay. Eight years you've hidden how you felt, eight years you've made us suffer, eight years you've lied. Your toll is eight."

Crinkling your brow, you pulled your arms again but to no avail, "Eight what?"

Henry parted your thighs and dropped his lips to your neck where he softly kissed you then traced the tip of his tongue down your body. When he made it to your breasts, he sucked your nipple into his mouth again. Your moans began again and but when you felt his teeth nibble the bud you gasped and pulled your head up to watch him wreak havoc on your body. Glancing up to you briefly you saw him smile.

"Eight orgasms," he cooly said before he moved his lips across your stomach down to your pelvis. You couldn't believe your ears or what was happening. The man you'd been in love with for so long and pinned for was kissing and licking your body and promising you orgasms, orgasms you didn't have to give yourself. Your anxiousness shone through with another yank of your hands. As Henry settled between your leg, she came face to face with your sex and examined you without touching. After almost a minute the anticipation coursing through you seeped to the surface, and you released a small whine.

"What're you doing?"

"You are so wet for me Y/N. It's beautiful." He kissed your pelvis, and you pinched your lips together to stop the sounds threatening to spill out.

Every kiss he dropped to your skin came closer and closer to where you wanted his mouth the most. Giving you one last glance and a cocky smirk, he kissed your swollen and needy pearl. This was no simple kiss; this kiss was slow and ended with him sucking your flesh into his mouth. You didn't even know it was coming, but when you arched your back, you felt your orgasm rip through you. As you came, Henry didn't stop; he only sped his movements and flicked his tongue against you. It felt as if butterfly wings were fluttering on you and it pulled away another orgasm from you. All that was heard was the sounds of your moans, whines and pants and the clattering of the handcuffs against your headboard.

He never allowed your body to cool. After your second climax slowed, his hand crept up to your breast and tweaked your nipple. You couldn't stop the loud whine that he pried from you this time, and honestly, you didn't want to. Part of you was embarrassed that after barley five minutes between your thighs you'd already came twice and on the verge of a third. You didn't know what you expected, but this wasn't it. For the next several minutes, Henry gave you two more orgasms before he lifted his lips from you. They were red and wet, and you wanted him more than you ever had before. You attempted to move to him, forgetting your state of confinement and groaned out your frustration. He smiled.

"You still owe four more."

"I can't."

He gave you a devilish smirk one that made your skin heat all over again. You bit your bottom lip just before he buried his head between your legs again. You arched your head backward and let your moans free, one after the other. He was clearly on a mission, and you were his captive and at his mercy. As his tongue quickly maneuvered bringing you to a whimpering writing mess when you felt him slip two fingers inside you that was it.

"Fuck, Henry!!!!"

You heard him moan and slurp against your skin, you wanted to watch but couldn't muster the coordination that action required, all you could do was buck against his mouth as he tried to suck you dry. When you looked at him, his beard was soaked, and he held a fire in his eyes that you'd never seen before. Henry rose off the bed and stood beside the bed. You watched him undo his pants and pull them off with his boxer-briefs. The first sight of him in all his glory before you had your jaw dropping. You'd imagined how he'd look hundreds of times. When you imagined it you could never get it right, you had no idea what to expect, but this was not it. Your imagination didn't prepare you at all. He was intimidatingly big and thick. He was beautiful. Henry's hands dropped to his length and slid up back and forth a few times. It was a mouthwatering sight.

"I've wanted you for so long, I've imagined how this moment would play out tens of times, but now that it's here--I'm not going to go slow. I fear I can't, love."

His voice was low and laced with so much emotion. You bit hard on your bottom lip, trying to keep your emotions in check. Henry walked back to the bed and climbed on and settled between your welcoming thighs. You were going to have a heart attack you were sure of it, and the thought of it made you anxious and even more aroused. Your hands kept trying to break free from the handcuffs, but each attempt failed with a loud clatter of the metal against your headboard. Every time you tried, Henry smiled, he was enjoying your struggle. Your eyes dropped to his protruding desire just as he placed it atop your pubis. The heaviness of his thickness made you moan in anticipation. You could see the moisture dripping from him and bit your lip again as your eyes met.

"Do you want me Y/N?"

You nodded your head instantly, not caring how it made you look. You wanted him bad and didn't bother to hide it any longer. Henry pulled back and slid the tip of his need across your aching sex, making sure he connected with your clit. You gasped and closed your eyes you knew it would be a matter of seconds before you came again if he continued this slow torture.

"I can't hear you, love. Do--,"

He lined himself up with your opening focusing intently.

"You--."

He then rubbed himself against you coating his thickness with your juices, again your hands pulled against the cuffs.

"Want--."

Henry slipped his length back up to your clit and forcefully nudged it.

"Aaah!"

"Me."

"Yes, fuck yes! I want you, Henry, I've wanted you for eight years, and I want you still. I love you!"

With a wild look and no more hesitation, Henry flicked his hips forward and sheathed himself within your cavernous heat. The shock of the action and the ripple of pleasure that erupted in you made you scream out and yank your hands at the same time yet another orgasm violently coursed through you. Henry grunted loudly but stilled his movements. When you looked to him, you could see the struggle in him, his jaw was clenched, and his chest was heaving. Circling his hips your thighs instinctively came together, Henry pulled them apart again and pushed them back to the mattress where he held them down. He groaned loudly, pulled his hips back, and snapped them forward again; the force made your breasts jiggle, prompting another moan from his lips.

"Christ! Mmmm, eight years Y/N. Eight years you've kept this feeling from us. Eight years!"

His hips picked up pace and gliding in and out of you at a maddening pace, one that was doing wonders with muddling your brain. Every time he connected your bodies, your body jerked with the feel of him stroking that sensitive spot within you. You felt your toes curl in a matter of minutes and that was the only warning you gave before you screeched out and rewarded him with orgasm number seven. Clenching around him, Henry sunk back onto his haunches and pulled your body down to him and sunk even deeper into you. You had no idea how you took him and weren't screaming bloody murder.

"Oh love, you take me so well, do fucking well!"

You nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. As he plowed into you with reckless abandon, you didn't bother hiding his effect. You screamed his name freely and welcomed everything he gave. When he straightened your legs and held them in the air together lifted your backside off the bed, the change of angle gave him your eighth orgasm, one that had you squirting all over him yet again.

"Yes, Y/N, cum for me, come all over my cock!" his voice sounded as if he were on the verge of losing it. Henry parted your thighs again and leaned over you then grabbed your neck as he quickly delved in and out of your slickness.

"You're so tight. You feel incredible!"

The roughness in his voice only pushed you farther and farther to the edge, the edge you knew that had no bottom and would result in you being hopelessly in love and completely ruined by him. Once over that edge, you knew you'd be ruined for every man that wasn't him.

"Fuck, yes, yes Henry, please!"

"Please what love?"

"Please don't stop, please!"

"Never!" He gently squeezed your neck as his strokes lost their coordination. You knew he was close and rose your hips to meet him as you clenched around him. His eyes snapped to you, and it was then you heard a deep predatorial growl rumble. You'd never been this turned on in your life and he knew it, you could tell. Henry used his free hand to swirl his thumb around your clit, and that was the last push you needed. Screeching loudly, you arched off the bed and wildly thrashed your hips against his determined to pull him with you over the edge. Henry's mouth dropped open, and you heard him moan loudly before a yelp took over. As you clenched around him, you felt him release every drop of his essence deep within you. Your moans and pants of pleasure intertwined as one just as your bodies were. He dropped his body to yours and tried to bury himself deeper inside you as his body began to shake. You pulled his hair, forcing his head back to kiss him, a kiss he eagerly returned with the same passion you felt.

After nearly ten minutes of Henry resting atop you still buried within your well-coated heat, you stirred, realizing you could move your hands. You hadn't even realized when he'd uncuffed you; you were too lost in the afterglow of the best sex you'd ever had. Your smile spread across your face, and soon joy filled you.

"I can hear you smiling," Henry breached.

You snorted and pinched your lips together just as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Going to tell me why or do I have to read your mind?"

"Try it," you challenged with a smile. You knew he loved a challenge.

"If I guess right you owe me another toll," Henry suggested.

Snorting, you shook your head and slightly shifted underneath him. The action made him suck in a rush of air then groan. You could feel him hardening inside you. Shocked you widened your eyes at him making him laugh loudly in the quiet room.

"My god, you're insatiable," you accused.

"You're smiling because that toy you have in that top drawer never made you cum nine times in a row and never left you feeling this satisfied. That smile is you realizing just how perfect we are."

You smiled again and rolled your eyes.

"Looks like another toll is due," he teased before he kissed you again this time slowly. He then gazed into your eyes and gently caressed your cheek.

"I love you Y/N, I've always loved you. I will always love you. You are more than good enough. "

Smiling again, you kissed him and rolled on top of him. It was going to be a long, toe-curling weekend.

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Friends-to-lovers!au | sungyoon

Word count: ~3.5k

Summary: where you fall head over heels in love with your best friend, choi sungyoon, and jangjun secretly becomes your wingman.

Note: I saw that theres a lack of golden child stories on here, so I wanted to change that! This is my first time posting an au on tumblr, so hopefully it turns out fine. Feel free to send in requests for any other aus you want to see from the golden child members. Enjoy!

12:39 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: sungyoon ah

Y/N: hellooooo

12:45 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: okay fine dont answer me

Y/N: :(

Y/N: meanie

12:51 AM

Y/N: choi

Y/N: sung

Y/N: yoon

Y/N: !!!!!!

🐰: do uk what time it is rn

Y/N: you finally answered!!!

Y/N: i cant sleep

🐰: just close your eyes

Y/N: if it was that easy I wouldn’t msg u :’(

🐰: we have class at 8 tmr

🐰: count sheep or bunnies or something

🐰: goodnight

Y/N: i finally got a reply and you’re leaving already??

Y/N: hey! did you really go back to sleep?

12:59 AM

Y/N: fine

Y/N: so much for a best friend

Y/N: who wont help you sleep

Y/N: so mean :(((

Y/N: im only buying ice cream for daeyeol now

1:12 AM

🐰 has sent you a voice message

1:14 AM

Incoming call: 🐰mr rabbit csy🐰

You jump from your bed, “Hello?”

“Come outside.”

You quickly throw on a hoodie on and rush outside, your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the night. Your eyes don’t have to wander for long before landing on a raven haired male, his hoodie flopped over his messy hair. He looks disgruntled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he lets out a yawn. Oops, you definitely woke him up.

You quickly walk up to him, and before you can greet him, are met with a plastic bag offered to you.

“I bought your favorite— green tea flavored.” Your eyes widen before rustling through the contents, pulling out said ice cream.

“Yah, you bought ice cream at this time?” You rip open the wrapper, taking a huge bite of the creamy treat and sigh with delight, “Did you really feel threatened by me buying ice cream for Daeyeol? I was kidding! Well, actually if he asked I probably would, but wow I actually managed to get you to buy me ice cream.”

He ignores you, watching silently as you quickly devour the dessert before pulling out a napkin once he notices the mess that you’ve made on your face.

“Hey!” You whine as he wipes at the corners of your mouth. You try not to lean into the warmth of his touch that you feel even through the napkin; it’s a crisp night after all. You will your cheeks to not grow warm, but your ears quickly glow red instead.

“You’re so messy,” he sighs, finally pulling away and taking note of how you’re unusually quiet. Usually, you would playfully push his hand away, complaining that you weren’t a baby, but your head is turned away, eyes downcast at your shoes. You can see that he’s trying to meet your eyes, but you can’t look at him, not with your heart pounding a mile a minute, nervous and slightly embarrassed.

Pat. You look up as his hand rubs the top of your hair gently, carefully caressing your head through your locks.

“Are you nervous because of the presentation tomorrow? Is that why you can’t sleep?” He muses softly, eyes still trying to meet yours. You grow shy, extremely shy, but shift your eyes to meet his for a brief second before looking away. His eyes dripped of warm honey, enveloping you in a feeling only he could ever have on you.

Seeing you avert your eyes, he takes that as a yes, and brings you closer to him by a tug of the arm. You squeak in surprise, suddenly finding yourself enveloped in his arms. Warmness spreads through your body like a blazing fire, now being fueled by the beating of your heart.

The things you do to me, you think as your arms slowly wrap around his waist, hugging him back. You take in his scent, a scent you’ve come to recognize as familiar and comforting, ever since you met him freshman year.

“I know you have a lot of stage anxiety, but you’ve gotten so much better at public speaking. You’ll do great tomorrow, don’t worry.” Even his voice is warm, his comforting words becoming even more meaningful.

Stage fright was the last thing on your mind at the current moment, but he didn’t have to know that.

If you don’t let me go soon, my heart’s going to explode.

Instead, you nod, allowing yourself to rest your head against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat through his hoodie; a tiny voice in the back of your mind wonders if you have the same effect on him that he has on you.

You stay like that for a while, his arms bringing you closer when you shiver from an incoming breeze.

You wish you could stay like this forever, but you now realize how late it must be, and he’s right, you do have a presentation tomorrow morning, and you do suffer from stage fright still.

“Ah thanks. I’m fine now, I swear,” you start blabbering, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. You suddenly feel bad; you made him get out of bed for no reason, and he brought you ice cream, “Sorry for troubling you, Sungyoon-ah.”

He sees a pout forming on your face, and he studies you closely.

“I’m your best friend, Y/N, isn’t it my job to make you feel better,” he tilts his head, but doesn’t question you further as you widen the gap between the two of you.

You stare at him blankly before finally smiling at his words, “Sorry, you’re right. I guess the nerves are keeping me awake. But I do feel better now! Thanks for coming, and ah- for the ice cream! I swear I won’t buy any for Daeyeol, only for you, since it seems to bother you so much,” you try to tease him in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

He smiles back, relieved that you seem to be acting normal again. Little did he know, his smile was making your stomach do summersaults, but you tried to push past it as he let out a chuckle.

“Go get some rest, okay? You have a big day ahead,” he ruffles your hair, laughing as you swat his hand away.

“My hair,” you whine, but nevertheless, grin back at him.

“Bye, Sungyoon-ah!””

“Bye Y/N, make sure to wake up on time.”

He waits until you reach the door of your building before turning around and heading back in the direction of his dorm.

As you enter your room, you immediately fling yourself onto your bed and scream into your pillow, kicking your legs.

“Can my heart not do that for once,” you whine, settling on your side as you hug a pillow to your chest.

You allow a smile to spread across your face after a while, cheeks once again flushing red as you remember the feeling of him embracing you.

“I wonder if you feel the same way I feel about you?”

You didn’t know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

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“Y/N!!” You turn around at the sound of your name, yelping as someone jumps on you, almost making you lose your balance.

“Jangjun!” You shove him off of you as he laughs. You turn around and see Donghyun and Joochan following close behind, concentrating on their phones as they play Kart Rider probably. You stare at them for a bit before messing with their phones, randomly touching their screens. They complain in unison, swatting your hands away as you chuckle.

“Did you just get out of class, Y/N?” Jangjun bounces from foot to foot, looking as happy as ever. You shake your head.

“I got out a while ago. I’m just waiting for Sungyoon to get out of class. I promised him I’d buy him ice cream-”

“What, you never buy us ice cream,” Joochan cuts in, finally looking up from his phone as Donghyun shouts in victory.

“Do you want to come with? I’m sure Sungyoon wouldn’t mind,” Joochan quickly shakes his head, holding his hands up.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel on your date, but thanks though,” You sputter at his words, heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Jangjun bursts out laughing at the look on your face, and it takes all your willpower to not punch him.

“D-Date? Sungyoon and I aren’t like that,” You finally manage to say, but your ears are still burning in embarrassment. The three boys look at you expectantly and you grow even more self-conscious, holding your hands up in defense, “Why are you all staring at me like that? It’s true!”

“Anyway, are you going to the fireworks display tonight? I heard it’s going to be really nice. Our school really went all out planning the event!” Jangjun asks, his tone still teasing. You sigh in defeat, but are grateful for the topic change.

“Oh, was that tonight?” You think about the number of assignments you have piled up and grimace, “I don’t know, I kind of got a lot of work to do-”

Jangjun quickly waves you off, “Nonsense! You need to relax once in a while, Y/N.”

As you’re forming a reply, his eyes focus on something behind you and an evil grin appears on his face.

“Oh! Sungyoon hyung, great timing! Y/N is dying to go to the firework display tonight!” Your eyes widen in horror as you realize who exactly Jangjun spotted behind you, “She’s too scared to go alone though, so she wants you to-”

“Lee Jangjun, I swear, I will end you-” You try to whisper threateningly, but he pays you no mind as he waves at who you now know is Sungyoon, finally coming out of his class. Both Joochan and Donghyun are laughing hysterically behind Jangjun, and in that moment, you’ve never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole more.

“Hm?” You turn your head as Sungyoon comes to stand next to you. You simply gape at him, at a loss for words as he turns in his head to you curiously, “You wanted to go to that?”

“I- uh, well,” You try your best to muster up an answer, but to no avail. Curse you, Lee Jangjun!

He takes a long look at your face, definitely questioning why you’re acting so strange, before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I think it’ll be fun. Are you guys going?”

You silently plead with Jangjun, staring at him intently. Jangjun hums in thought, deciding to spare you a little.

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” You sigh in relief, not noticing Sungyoon sneak a glance at you.

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“It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date,” you repeat to yourself multiple times as you get ready. Yet, you can’t help putting more attention to your outfit, making sure your hair looks at least presentable. As you put on a touch of makeup, you frown. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve hung out with Sungyoon, let alone in a group- he’s your best friend! It is the first time in a while though, as you both have been very busy with school and extracurriculars lately.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Y/N,” You slap your cheeks, “You haven’t hung out with your friends in a while; It’ll be fun!”

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“There he is,” You see Sungyoon leaning against a wall, his eyes glued to his phone. You quietly make your way to him, being extra careful to not get noticed. Once you’re close enough, you tiptoe and lean in close to his ear.

“Boo!”

“Oh, you’re here.”

You pout as Sungyoon simply turns his head in your direction, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“You didn’t even flinch,” You complain, feeling disgruntled. He snorts, pushing off the wall to fully face you. His eyes settle on your figure, making you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. Silence envelops you as he continues to stare.

“Is there something on my face?” You try to break the silence, feeling shy under his gaze. He tilts his head before humming thoughtfully.

“You look nice,” Your cheeks grow hot almost immediately upon hearing his compliment. You don’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that you would probably combust. Instead, your eyes settle on your shoes, finding them very interesting.

“Ah- thanks,” You squeak out, racking your brain for an appropriate response, “We haven’t hung out in a while, so I thought I would dress up a little more? To not look like a sleep deprived college student, you know-”

Shoot, you were starting to ramble. Quickly shaking your head, you try to change the subject, “Where’s Jangjun and the others?”

“Did they not tell you?” You look up at his words, confused. Seeing the puzzled expression on your face, he continues, “Jangjun said they were going to be late. Something about Joochan and Donghyun fighting over this game, and they’re pretty serious about it.”

You stop yourself from screaming at the world.

“Let me message Jangjun real quick.” He nods his head as you take your phone out of your pocket. He doesn’t miss how your mood has soured upon learning of the absence of your friends.

6:49 PM

Y/N: Lee

Y/N: Jangjun

Y/N: You are dead.

Y/N: When I find you, you better run

🐮: Woah, Y/N, calm down!

🐮: We’ll only be an hour or two late, no biggie :9

🐮 : Have fun on your date tho~ But not too much fun, okay?

🐮 : ;))))

“I’m going to murder that guy,” You curse underneath your breath, letting out a big sigh as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Everything okay?” You jump, remembering where you are. Sungyoon has an unreadable expression on his face as he studies you, and you try not to get too caught up in his gaze.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You try to reassure him, but your smile is weak, “Let’s just go.”

You both start walking towards the food stands at the entrance of the field, trying not to get too caught up in your nerves.

It’s not a date. It’s not.

“Y/N?” You look up, and find Sungyoon farther ahead than you thought he was. It’s suddenly crowded as everyone is trying to get food before the show starts. As someone pushes past you, Sungyoon’s hand reaches out to grasp your wrist and pulls you close to him.

“Be careful, it’s really crowded here.” Your head automatically nods, not trusting your voice to say anything as all your attention goes to the grip he has on your wrist. His hand lowers until your palms touch, and he squeezes your hand. His hold is gentle and warm, making butterflies dance in your stomach. You let yourself be dragged by the pull of his hand as he weaves through the crowd.

The time spent at the food stands is relatively enjoyable. Both of you haven’t eaten before coming, so you allow yourselves to look through all the stalls, buying all the food you want. You easily share your food and quickly fall into a comfortable pace, laughing and finally relaxing.

You do notice that once your hands are empty, Sungyoon reaches out to grasp the one closest to him. You convince yourself that it’s because he doesn’t want you to get lost, having experienced your lack of sense of direction first-hand. Still, you allow yourself a bit of giddiness, glancing down at your hands occasionally.

Having filled your stomachs, you both finally settle down on one of the provided picnic blankets laid out on the grass, the show nearing its start time.

As you hum absentmindedly, taking a picture of the darkening sky with your phone, you see Sungyoon staring at you from the corner of your eye. You turn your head in his direction, tilting your head, “What?”

He shakes his head, propping his chin on his hand, “Nothing, it’s just…”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” He finally says after a long pause, turning his head to look up at the sky, “I feel like you’ve been distant lately? Not that I blame you, school is in full swing after all. But you’ve definitely been acting a little strange; I thought the stress was getting to you.”

He then turns to you, suddenly smiling, “But you seem to be in a better mood now, so I’m happy.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, the nature of his words dawning on you.

You really messed up, didn’t you?

Before you can respond, a loud horn goes off, signaling the start of the fireworks show. You both turn to look up the night sky as one after another, balls of colored flame shoot up and explode with a giant pop.

You lower your eyes to stare at Sungyoon, the fireworks casting various hues of color on his face, highlighting his features. You didn’t realize it, but you had probably grown more distant as your feelings for him bloomed, becoming too nervous to simply hang out with him anymore. And here he was, just happy that you were finally having a good time with him.

What a best friend you are.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed, feeling guilty for having worried him, yet grateful that he’s still the same Sungyoon that you met back in freshman year, the same person who is in tune with your feelings no matter the situation, who at the end of the day just seeing you happy makes him happy; he’s the one you fell in love with.

Before you can even process what you’re about to say, your mouth opens.

“Sungyoon-ah. I like you.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise. Did you just-

You quickly bury your face in your arms, your face blazing. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your ribcage, the embarrassment hitting you in waves.

You did not just confess, you did not, you did not-

“Y/N.” You refuse to look up, afraid of what you’d just done. You just confessed to your friend, your best friend! You feel tears well up in your eyes at the possibility of having ruined your friendship.

“Hey, look at me,” His voice is surprisingly gentle, not the tone you were expecting at all. You mentally count to ten in your head before gathering enough courage to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes finally meet his, his face growing closer to yours.

“Can you repeat what you said?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you as your body grows hot, keeping his gaze steady. The fireworks up in the sky are long forgotten as you visibly gulp before clearing your throat.

“I- I like you, Choi Sungyoon,” You muster out, willing yourself to not look away, “I like you a lot.”

The anticipation makes your stomach drop; you can hear your heart pounding wildly in your ear as you wait for his response. He gazes at you for a while before smiling.

“I like you, too.” He says easily, leaving you utterly shocked. He looks away as you gape at him, not believing your ears. He raises a hand to his nose, scratching it awkwardly.

“Wait- what- I-” Your mouth can’t keep up with your thoughts, your mind an absolute mess, “Did you- huh?”

It warms your heart when you finally catch the red glow of his ears- a shy Sungyoon wasn’t something you witnessed every day.

He shyly runs a hand through his hair, “I said I like you, too. And I have, for a while now.”

“Oh.” Your face quickly matches the shade of his ears, maybe even more so. But a wave of relief and giddiness passes through you and you can’t help but smile widely once the words process in your brain.

Because your best friend felt the same way about you.

You spend the rest of the night in comfortable silence, your heart still beating fast, but it’s a good kind of warmth that spreads through you, one that makes you feel like all is right in the world.

You don’t realize when he draws close, but suddenly your hands are touching, his shoulder grazes yours and his breath is right next to your ear. You slowly turn your head in his direction, your breath hitching upon realizing how close his face is to yours.

You close your eyes, grasping his hand as you take a deep breath and lean forward. When your lips meet, it’s like your heart is mimicking the explosion of the fireworks in the sky. All these feelings surge through you as you share a kiss, and you swear you’re flying.

As you part, you both look away shyly; your face is blazing, your heart still hammering in your chest. You don’t complain when he tugs on your arm and brings you close to him, letting you lean your head on his shoulder as you continue watching the sky together.

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la-luna-es-hermosa · 4 years

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Home Pool (Kai x Reader)

※ Idol!AU || Fan!Reader

※ One-shot || Genre: Smut || Romance

※ Pairing(s): Kim Jongin x Reader

※ Summary: Jongin gave her a black bikini to wear and as she wore it, it was just the beginning of his exploration.- For all the wrong reason

※ Word Count: 3558

※ Warnings: Sexual Content, Pool Sex

※ Main Masterlist || Commissions

(Full Name) walked to Jongin's (her old room) room. Where he's currently staying at. "Jongin, please wake up!" (Name) told him, knocking on the wooden door. "Oh, I remember! We are going to swim there, right?" Jongin opened the door for her to enter. His eyes drifted downstairs. He was shirtless. Her eyes went wild as she saw him just in underwear. His boxer was black and damn! He is so damn sexy!

Jongin closed the door. "Like the view?" He smirked at her. "Yes," She laughed at him. Her face went red when she spoke those words. He turned off the AC and opened the fan. He laughed back. Then, he went to the bathroom and did his business. After going to the bathroom, he walked back to her, who was sitting on her study desk.

"Also, (Name), here." He handed out a bag. "Oh, you don't have to!" She exclaimed as she received the gift. "Wear that for today, (Name). Your parents don't know I’m your boyfriend, right?" He smirked at her. She knows what he wants when he does that smile. He wants her parents to know that they are in a relationship. - They didn't do the do yet either, keeping everything a secret. But (Name) said she was ready to give herself to Jongin last night.

Let's go back to what they talked about last night. - Indeed they are secret lovers. Nobody except them knows they're together. Not even his closest friends and family nor hers as well. None of them want anyone to know. - For everyone's safety.

"(Name), you love me, right?" Jongin asked her while stroking her silky (hair color) hair. "Yes," she answered him. "Then, Are you willing to give yourself? I know you're a virgin" He asked her while stroking her back, wrapping his arms around her. "Yes." She swallowed her saliva thickly. - She felt anxious because she never had sex or anything of that caliber. She wants to experience it but, she thinks she's too young for that. Although she's already 18 turning 19 and he's 29.

Okay, let's now go back where we left the two. (Name) grabbed the paper bag from him, "Prepare yourself." Jongin ordered her. "I'm excited." She smirked as she spoke to Jongin one last time before leaving the room. When she finally closed the door and went to the place where she sleeps right now (her parents' bedroom), she decided to open the bag. She was shocked by what he gave to her. The contents of the bag were a two-piece plain black bikini. She blushed when she saw it. It was quite revealing. How the fuck do I pull this off? She asked herself.

When she puts it on, she saw how it reveals her chest. It was a classic bikini, but she isn't used to wearing these kinds of things. She had always been wearing rash guards every time they swim. But she breathed heavily as she puts the swimsuit on with a robe. I don't know how to fucking explain this to my parents! - She muttered under her breath.

"You want daddy to make you feel good?" Jongin asked the innocent girl underneath him. Touching her buttocks ever so slowly. - Jongin bit his lip lustfully with his lustful thoughts lingering in his mind after she left. He never felt this kind of lust for her. He never thought he'll feel it, but alas, he did.

Damn! She looked too hot on that white shirt I gave her. - He thought to himself yet again. Imagining things again. Isn't he? Then, he wore a simple bear shirt and plain black shorts underneath his trunks as he went downstairs. - Down the grand staircase of (Name)'s family.

She's rich. - Like she has a swimming pool in her house. He also heard that her family owns hectares of land across the region. Plus, she lives in a big ass house and heck! They even have a piece of another land in the same village! Her parents really got it on in life. They really found success. They even own separate businesses to add to all of that.

He was finally down from the stairs. His eyes were in awe as he saw fried rice on the table as well as hotdogs and eggs with onions and tomatoes. - He knows (Name) is really fond of hotdogs and eggs. - But, seriously, everything on (Name)'s mouth is delicious, including and probably, his cock. Her taste buds feel like they always had MSG on. He smelled it and it made him more hungry than he is.

"Sit here." (Name)'s dad said with a smile as he taps a chair beside (Older sister's name), (Name)'s older sister. "Thanks. Mr. (Surname)" Jongin thanked him and sat. The plate is already prepared. "Let's eat!" Her mom told him as (Older sister's name) came in and sat on her chair. The rest of the family, including the maid, was dressed.

Then, the six people in the house started eating with light chatter. Their maid was particularly quieter than before. "Bute na lang nagsasalita ng ingles si Jongin." (Trans: It's good that Jongin knows how to speak English.) (Name) smiled as her mother commented on her lover's skills in the English language. (Name) nodded "How would we be so close if either of us don't know how to speak English?" She replied as she puts fried rice on Jongin's plate. "That's okay." The male guest spoke as she puts enough rice on his plate. She stopped putting rice on his plate. Then, he puts eggs on his plate.

"What is the Tagalog for taste and delicious?" He asked her. "Masarap, Tikman, or lasa. It depends on your context. Masarap means both delicious as well as pleasurable. Tikman means to taste and lasa is just the taste of something." (Trans: Delicious) (Name) answered him with a concise explanation and smiled innocently to him. Jongin started eating again. He thought of something again. '(Name). Masarap tikman.' (Delicious to taste) He smirked to himself again. The family finished their food. They all, including Jongin stood up. "(Name), come on!" Jongin removed his shirt showing his very sexy body in front of her family. With beautifully sculpted abs. Next to him was, (Name) who was wearing a robe on top of the black bikini.

"Mag Swimming lang kayo muna ha? Aalis muna kami ah… (Name), lalaki kasama mo. Remember that." (Just swim okay? We're just gonna go out… (Name) remember that you are with a guy) Her mom walked away as she left alone with Jongin.

'Bat parati nalang iniisipan kami ng nanay o tatay ko ng masama? Pero I mean I’m going to do that... (Why is it always that they have to think about something dirty? But I mean, I'm going to do that…) She thought and sighed.

Her parents disappeared and finally, they can be alone. He was the first one to enter the pool. Then, (Name) proceeded, the cold water sending shivers to her. Turning on the fountain for the two of them. She removed her robe to show Jongin the bathing suit he just gave her. It hugged her figure perfectly. It looks stunning on her. The simplicity of it makes it even more beautiful. The bikini looks so good. The underwear was like almost a thong and really gives a lot of views to admire for Jongin today.

"Just as I thought, it really suits you." He thought as he smirks at her. Observing her figure, her cola-shaped body, her full breasts. It was really perfect, she has a bit of fat but was okay with it. Jongin really likes her when she's soaking wet in the pool. It looked really hot.

For a while, they started playing in the water. The pool isn't big but gave enough space for them to play around. Splashes of water goes everywhere. A couple of laughter here and there. "I'm getting a bit hungry." (Name) got out of the water and frowned a bit. She decided to go to the grill and grill the barbeque already prepared.

While facing the wall, while preparing the grill for the barbeque, he started lightly touching her thighs. He is obviously up into something. "Sit here." Jongin went to the chair near them, said and tapped his lap.

"But I’m doing something." She said to him. "Baby... Come on..." He said gently as he lifted her legs and got a towel on her, with his pillowy bottom lip, he pouted. Of course, she can't resist Kim Jongin's charm. He is too handsome for his own good.

She left the barbecue and went to his lap. "Baby what do you want?" She asked him, touching his shoulders. She felt shivers in her spine as he went under her underwear. Getting his hands on it, touching her clothed clit. "Fuck... please..." She moaned quietly. It was giving her arousal. The pleasure was so good, if she touched herself, it's not as good as this one. Even though it's just a rub to her clit, it's still so good.

Jongin suddenly puts his fingers away from her warmth, towards the waistband of her underwear, taking it off from her. Showing her ass in front of him. She was lying on the table. With her ass in the open, Jongin's smirk grew larger, the tent on his pants got harder if that was ever possible.

His hands already touched her ass. "Two little cheeks. Cute." He said as his rub sent shivers down her spine. She was immediately dropped on the table. His lips started kissing her ever so gently. His lips were soft. And, he is incredibly experienced with these kinds of things.

His puts his fingers to her mouth, coating it with her saliva. He managed to put it in her wet slit. It was tight, and getting a bit wet. His moves were careful. One finger was moving gently. "Fuck, you really are tight." He smirked as he used his non-dominant hand and cupped her ass as he squeezed it. Then, he added more fingers, thrust faster, and earned more salacious moans from her.

"Fuck I'm gonna come… Please" She moaned. - Good things have to end, as she was entering her climax, holding onto Jongin's shoulders tightly, he withdraws his fingers. His fingers were coated with juices from her slick sex. He tasted it.

He bit his lips and spoke, "(Name), please sit on the table." He smirked at himself as he watched the girl sit on the wooden table at their veranda. Then, using his skillful hands, he removed her bra with just one finger. He kept himself busy as he swirls his tongue around her hardened nipples, interchangeably with his right dominant hand.

At that moment, Jongin was glad that she did not do anything to the barbecue. It was still not cooking. The grill hasn't been prepared yet. 'Cause if it was, it's going to burn and smell like shit. Jongin doesn't want to explain to (Name)'s parents why the barbecue was burned or something.

"I like your breasts," Jongin spoke in the middle of licking and massaging her nipples. She was moaning already. He hasn't even started. This was a world she never explored. "Ahh… ahh… thank you… I guess…" She moaned and nodded. When he was done, his attention drove him to her stretch marks. "I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as you are." She muttered under her breath as he started kissing those unwanted marks. "No, you're perfect as you are." He smiled at her as he continued kissing it. He started touching her beautiful body.

Then he suddenly stopped. She frowned just a bit. - Jongin touching her buttocks and kissing her give her lots of goosebumps. She stood up and faced him again. Out of impatience, he removed his black swimming trunks, springing his cock free. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was quite the size. She gasped as it was standing hard in front of her.

She got off the table and aligned her mouth to his fat cock, kneeling to the painful stones, but it seems like she gave no fucks and just kneeled on it, it was painful, but she didn't mind, giving him a good suck is the priority. "This is my first time doing this. If I bit you, I didn't mean to." She worriedly spoke, with a crooked smile on her face. He plainly smiled at her worries. "You're so concerned. I like that." He patted her thick black wavy hair. His innocent smile turned into something else.

She opened her mouth as big as possible, then she started sucking his cock, entering it to her mouth in and out, hollowing her cheeks, Jongin stroked her face gently as she continued. "Pretty good for a beginner." He smirked as she continued sucking his cock. The choking sounds turn him on a little. Suddenly, she started fondling his balls. Getting him to moan louder than he used to. "Choke on my cock" He spoke as he buried her deeper into his cock. Low groans can be heard from Jongin, laced with profanities.

"Ok, that's enough..." He pulled her mouth out of his cock. "How was it?" He asked her with a smirk on his face. "Good." She spoke innocently as she nodded. "Sit up again." He ordered. She immediately followed his orders and sat on the table. He kneeled just like she did before when she was giving him a blowjob. He sticks out his tongue as he buries his face in her pussy. It had sparse pubic hair on it, and wasn't exactly a problem since it was neatly trimmed.

She moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue and using his thumb, touched her clit in a circular motion with his wet muscle. - She threw her head and gripped on the table. She was experiencing too much pleasure. "Fuck, keep going!" She moaned as his licking got faster, he was sucking on her pussy like he was drinking some kind of sacred juice. He was good at eating out, extremely good.

"I'm going to cum!" She moaned, this time, Jongin did not even try to stop her. She just came. Then, he licked the remaining juice off her pussy. When he lifted his head up, he licked his lips sexily, giving her more arousal. "Is that good?" He smirked at her as he stood up again. "Yes." She nodded as she smiled. - There's still a hint of innocence in her. "Get into a doggy like position. Lay on the table." He ordered her. She was quick to follow as she stood up from the table and laid her upper body at the table and put her two arms together. - Forming some kind of chain.

He drifted away from her, getting two things from nearby. - A condom and a bottle of lube. He opens the condom and puts it in his cock, then he rubs a bit of lube, for assistance and safety. - She's a woman of the future, he doesn't want her to have kids in a part of her life that she's only getting ready for that ugh… adult life.

After that, he proceeded as he aligned his cock on her well-prepared pussy. She moaned as he stroked it slowly on her, it was teasing her as she impatiently waited for it to be on her tight little pussy. "Fuck... Please… Do it already!" She complained as his teasing wouldn't stop. Jongin smirked with her squirms of pleasure. She pouted as he just wouldn't put it in already.

"Ah… Fuck!" She moaned as he entered his hard cock on her with no warning at all. He pressed one of his hands onto her back as he fucked her with no empathy. Her eyes opened far wide in shock. - He just fucking slammed it up in her tight little hole. There were cries of both pain and pleasure from her. It was weird. - indescribable. Then he puts his mouth on her neck and collarbone as he sucked it, giving her hickeys.

With a few ins and outs, (Name) adjusted to his length. It was an almost-doggy style fuck. It was good though. With her moans, comes his profanities. "Fuck, so tight! Ah..." Jongin expressed as her started to fuck her. "빨리! 빨리! Jongin please make it faster!" She moaned. He was quick to follow her instructions, thrusting faster into her. His right hand drifted and went to her clit. While the other one is holding tightly onto (Name)'s arms.

He quickened his pace, his cock pushing in and out. Her moans are like music to his ears. - It was low and seductive. He never really thought he'd like someone like her. She isn't skinny, but she's everything he likes to a woman. "(Name)... Fuck... Your pussy is so tight..." He moaned, it was low and was obviously unheard from the loud moans she elicits.

"Please! Jongin... Fuck I’m going to come!" She moaned as she licked her lips. "Then come, I’m going to last pretty long… I'm not punishing you…" He smirked as she finally let out all her cum. - No holding back. Then, Jongin got his cock out and made her stand again. The condom was coated with her fluids.

"Why did you pull out?" She asked him. "I pulled out because I want to change position." He replied to her. Then, he went away and changed position, the position this time was lifting her legs up, putting it in his shoulders. She sat on the table as Jongin started moving again. "Fuck…" He moaned lowly. The pace has a rhythm as he slowly starts moving faster, building up the pace.

"Fuck… your cock is so deep into me!" She moaned as he continued his pace. He started to aggressively kiss her. His lips were violently attacking hers. His cock entering continues as he slammed it faster, skin slapping skin, it gave such a lewd noise, that it's turning both of them on again. Jongin can't control himself from fucking this girl in the oblivion. He thrust hard, like really hard, "JONGIN!! FUCK!" She screamed as loud as possible. He also massages her boobs, squeezing it, making it jiggle a bit. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck… oh my God… it felt so good!" She moaned more as the lewd noises grew more as he raised her legs and made her hickeys bigger than they are.

When he stopped planting hickeys on her, she moaned again, her hands drifted to her neglected clit. Jongin stopped (Name), replacing it with his own dominant hand, he started playing with her clit as he thrusts, "Ah… Jongin… please… make me come all over your cock!" She moaned, begging him. "Fuck… (Name)..." He muttered under his breath. Her moans were perfect, the way she says Jongin is just music to his ears

Then, he started hitting her g-spot. Her moans were louder as she threw her head in the opposite direction, obviously, she's in the throes of pleasure. "There… oh my God, there!" She moaned as she held onto his strong arms. He was just penetrating it harder into her. The position they did was nice as his cock goes deeper in her for sure. He continued his rhythm as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Then lost control to his pace… "Baby, I'm gonna come again…" (Name) moaned yet again, her eyebrows innocently raised near each other in both pleasure and worry. "Do it, I'm gonna come too." He spoke in between thrusts. It was erratic, getting slower. Suddenly he came already, "Fuck… That was so good." He moaned as he pulled out the condom and threw it to the trash.

"That's just the beginning, let's come inside. Let’s continue" Jongin spoke as he carried her bridal style to the bedroom. - She was extremely breathless, her arms are wrapped around his neck, trying to catch her breath. Jongin's fucking was so good, it was unexplainable, the way he hits her g-spot, his overall performance was just amazing. Jongin's cock was still hard, but he's willing to wait for tonight. "I love you." She said as they were going to his room, and he kissed her lips shortly.

They were lucky enough that (Name)'s family arrived just a few minutes after they went upstairs. Or else something would happen. She still is horny but for now, she has to wait until tonight for Jongin to touch her again and give her another good, gold medal fuck or something.

Opening the wooden door, the couple came in. "Let's change into something else." (Name) spoke as she wore new clothes, she saw her parents come into the house again. Jongin as well. It was an easy job as she wore a simple white shirt and shorts combination. "Let's just continue that somewhere else," Jongin smirked as he kissed her lips briefly. It's still obvious that his cock is standing really hard.

"Sinasabi ko na nga eh... May nangyari..." (Just as I thought, there is something that happened.) (Name)'s mom muttered as she saw a wet bikini and trunks. There was also a bit of quite watery fluid. It smelled like pussy. - Not in a bad way per se, but they have to do some explanation to her mom.

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Title: Be Quiet For Me {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 3.3K

Warning: Smut. NSFW. Cursing.

Summary: You’re in the mood for some fun. Chris has to work; he tells you to give him a few hours. You are impatient and decide to have your fun anyway.

Note: Song listened to, that you might want to listen to when indicated is; Madness By: Ruelle. I also apologize for any spacing issues.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

***Interactive***

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MSG: I miss you.😞

Sitting in your office, twirling in your chair you looked at your phone and waited for him to respond. You watched the sway of the beautiful weeping willow tree that was right outside your window. You’d chosen this room for your office because of that tree. Every time the wind blew you the hanging branches of the tree swayed and reminded you of a slow dance. You imaged classical music playing, and that made it even better. You didn’t have to imagine classical music because it was playing in your office as it usually was. The mellow sounds helped you work and kept your stress levels down.

MSG Chris: How? I’m less than fifty feet away.

You smirked. He was right. Right now, he was across the house in his office—working.

MSG: I know, but you’re so far. Come here.🙁🙁

You added a few sad faces to emphasis how much you really missed him. Almost a minute passed before his response came in.

MSG Chris: I can’t right now, sweetheart. I’m still in the middle of this deal.

You pouted and sent him the crying emoji.

MSG: 😭 You’ve been doing that for hours. Take a break. Please. I can make it worth your while.😈😈😈

Before sending it, you added three devil face emojis. You knew the devil face emoji would get your point across. Another minute passed without a response. You were getting annoyed. You hated when it took longer than a few seconds. When his message came in all he sent was the smirking face emoji. Sitting up, you crinkled your brow, wondering what the hell that meant. Another few seconds passed then another message.

MSG Chris: I have no doubt you can make it worth my while, but whenever you make it worth my while, I end up losing four hours at least. I need to finish this first. Give me a few hours. I’ll come find you. Promise.🤞🏼

It was not the response you wanted. He’d been busy the last week or two on this same deal. He was in town, but his days were filled with meetings, and when he was home, he was still in those meetings, and always on the phone. You knew this deal meant a lot to him; it would mean incredible things for his newly established production company. After ending his stint as Captain America and taking some time off he realized he loved acting, but he also loved behind the scenes work.

He’d always wanted to do something in production but always put off having a company because he felt he had no businesses doing that. Thanks to your pushing, he finally decided to do it, and the buzz was incredible. Turns out while many people were lining up to work with him as a costar, just as many were lining up to work with him as a producer and director. You were proud, prouder than any wife could be. You also knew this was your fault.

MSG: You’re neglecting your wife.

Two full minutes passed with no response, and it made you antsy. You stood from your chair and paced your office while scanning your email and checking updates to your own company. Maybe you should focus on work like him instead of trying to get into his pants. Every time you checked your texts for a response you may have missed, you got annoyed to see there was no. He’d left you on read. When you checked it didn’t even say he’d read it. You were left on received. You didn’t know which made you more annoyed. You tossed your phone to your desk and groaned. That was when your defiant, bratty side took over.

“If Goliath can’t come to the mountain, the mountain has to go to Goliath.”

Prancing out your office and down the hall toward your husband’s office, the smile on your face spoke volumes. You were about to put a major dent in his work schedule, and you gave zero fucks. When you rounded the corner you saw his office door open, but he was not behind his desk. After scanning the room and coming up empty-handed, you walked out and began searching for your elusive husband.

He wasn’t in your bedroom, or the kitchen, or the dining room. After almost ten minutes of searching, you were ready to give up, but then you spotted him in the media room. The closer you got, the more you could hear him talking to himself as he scrolled through his tablet. You leaned on the jamb and watched him. You loved looking over him from the back. His shoulders were broad, which contrasted with his taut waist and tight ass. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, and your hands itched to touch. The navy blue pants he wore really fit him well and showed just what an amazing ass he had. He turned and gave you the view of the front. His white button-down was rolled up at the sleeves to his forearms and unbuttoned a few buttons, which gave you a nice glimpse of his tattoos. He was the perfect mix of country club heir, and down to earth hunk.

“Eh-em!”

Chris’s head snapped up. His eyebrows were knitted together as if he were thinking deeply about something and his jaw was clenched. Once he saw you his features softened.

“Hey, baby.” Two words, that was all it took to make you melt. You hated it. Shaking off the effect of his words you hardened your expression.

“Don’t baby me. I sent you a message over fifteen minutes ago, Evans,” you sternly chastised. Chris dug into his pocket and lifted his phone.

“Oops, I’m sorry honey, I didn’t see it.”

You crossed your arms and scowled. He smiled softly.

“Neglecting? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?

“Christopher Evans, it has been a week since you’ve given me the time of day,” you protested.

“A week? Babe, we had dinner last night right here, just the two of us. You had my full attention.”

“Okay, but after dinner, you were back in your stupid office. I went to bed—alone, alone.”

Once he got your meaning, he smirked and walked to the sectional and sat. “Oh you mean that kind of attention.”

“We said we’d never go longer than three days max. It has been seven.”

“You’re keeping track.” The narrowing of your eyes wiped his stupid grin off his face. He sighed and placed the tablet to the side.

“Come here, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and looked to the side while staying put. This would not be easy.

“Come on, kitten, come to daddy.” Reluctantly your smile emerged, and you walked to him. Once before him, he pulled you onto his lap, which allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I know it’s been pretty hectic the last few weeks. I know I’ve been busy. I’m sorry if you feel I’ve been neglecting you. It’s not my intention. Forgive me.”

His blue eyes hypnotized you and pulled you in. Then when he added the puppy dog pout you couldn’t stay mad.

“Fine.”

His lips met yours for a chaste kiss then turned soft and sensual in a matter of seconds. Heat spread through you, and just like that, you wanted him right here and right now. Chris must have tasted the need in your kiss because his hand dropped to your backside before he squeezed. You moaned on him and dug your fingers into his hair not caring if you messed up his perfectly coiffed locks.

Chris broke the kiss and dipped his lips to your neck, where he teased your skin and fanned the flames making them blaze even hotter. You could feel his arousal twitching against your thigh, and you made your move. Slinking down between his legs you quickly undid his belt and pants. He lifted slightly, allowing you to pull them down to settle at his ankles. You saw his manhood straining against the soft fabric of his underwear, and you wasted no time hooking your finger in the waistband and pulling them down to join his pants.

His length bobbed before you. You couldn’t believe it had been a week since you’d been this close to it. Just before you could bring your lips to his member his phone rang. You groaned and gave him the evil eye daring him to look at or even touch his phone. Chris gave you an apologetic look, and you could tell he was tempted to answer. He also knew you were probably very close to losing your shit. After the third ring the pressure was too much for him.

“I’m sorry, baby, give me two minutes.” Quickly he grabbed the phone and answered it to your disdain. You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly and dropped your head to his thigh trying to remain calm. You were so close to just taking what you wanted.

As he spoke, he grabbed the tablet beside him, and you knew this would not be a two-minute conversation. At that moment you decided fuck it. You stood before him, but he didn’t look at you, his face was buried in that damn tablet. You began untying the knot at the front of your wrap dress then opened it and allowed it to fall to the floor. Chris’ words stumbled then stalled as he stared at the pool of bright pink material at your feet. Slowly his eyes traveled up your body. They stopped at your white lacy panties then again at your matching bra. When his eyes met yours he sighed. While the clench in his jaw said “stop and behave,” the fire in his eyes said “please keep going.”

When spoke again, it took great effort to look away from you and back to his tablet. You looked to his lap and saw he was still hard. He must have liked what he saw. You smirked and walked to the sound system and took up one of the Bluetooth headphones and messed around with the music device on the wall, and found a song you loved. You began swaying to the spellbinding beat which made it impossible to not wind your hips to. You turned back to him but didn’t look at him. Instead, you slid your hands up the sides of your thighs to your hips over your stomach and across your breasts. Once there you softly cupped them. It was then you looked at him. You had his full attention and had his jaw clenched even tighter.

Fighting the smile that wanted freedom, you began to fully enjoy the music. It didn’t take long for you to get lost in it, and it also didn’t take long for Chris to have difficulty with remaining focused on his conversation and whatever he was looking at on his tablet. His eyes kept drifting back to you when he’d looked down. It was amusing. You turned your back to him and bent down to touch your toes. That made him gawk at your ass. When you peered at him through your open legs you winked, and you saw his length jerk. You stood and approached him standing between his legs and slithered your body like a snake in perfect Shakira belly dance form. His eyes were glued to your hips as you did it. When you saw his teeth sink into his bottom lip you knew you had him. Still he fought it though.

You turned your back to him and began winding your waist again, but you slowly dipped down to sit on his length. A strained groan escaped him then his hand was at your hips to give you a terse squeeze. You knew it was a warning. You didn’t care. You rotated your hips on his lap to the rhythm of the music. You bent forward and held onto your ankles and stood then dropped back to his lap and repeated the action a few times. Each time his hand squeezed the flesh where your pelvis and thigh met. You felt so much power knowing he was at your mercy. It was addictive, and you decided to forge ahead.

Turning to him again, you dropped to your knees before him and dipped down enough so his dick was right before you where your nose was. For him you knew the view would be torture because all he could see were your eyes. Again, Chris nudged his hips up sending his sack to tap on your chin. His skin was scorching. You tipped your tongue out and teased the skin at the base of his dick where his balls began. Not a sound passed his lips, but the fire in his eyes intensified. You traveled your tongue up his length to his tip and swirled it around before you sucked his head into your mouth while keeping perfect eye contact. His mouth was in an “o” but still he was silent. Slowly you inched your mouth lower sheathing him inside the warm, wet tunnel of your mouth before you squeezed him in the tight passage of your throat. It was then Chris growled.

“No, I’m sorry, got a little prick. Continue, please.”

You wanted to laugh; it definitely wasn’t a little prick. Chris cupped your jaw, forcing you to stop momentarily. He shook his head, but you took his hand from your jaw and put it back onto his tablet to join the other and continued. Deciding not to take it slow, you began bobbing up and down on his need --every time you brought him further into your mouth ensuring to keep your throat tight. As you did he lurched up, sending his hardness deeper and his nostrils flaring.

Before long, you’d found a stimulating pace that worked well with the beat in the headphones, and you’d lost yourself. You loved giving him head, he was always so responsive, and you loved the feel and taste of him. You picked up the pace when the crescendo of the song picked up and saw the tight clench of his fist beside him. You hadn’t even realized he was only holding the tablet with one lose hand. He wasn’t even looking at it. You had his undivided attention. It was time to assert dominance. You slinked him into your throat and kept him there as you tightened it around him. Chris began to shake, and you knew he was dangerously close. You didn’t want a mouthful of him though; you wanted to feel him fill you up.

Standing, you swayed again to the song and slowly spun around to grind your hips as you slowly lowered onto his lap. You didn’t take him in; you rotated on his lap giving him a short lapdance. Chris’ hand was at your back slowly trailing along your spine. You then felt him push your forward. You dropped your head between your legs and stood. His soft hands caressed your backside. You knew you were soaking wet, and you couldn’t wait another minute. You pulled your underwear to the side and lowered yourself onto him while looking back at him. His mouth dropped open as a pained expression took over. The lower you slide, the more his eyebrows knitted together. Once you’d taken all of him he dropped his head back to look into the ceiling. You ground on him, giving him a full three-sixty feel of your walls—walls he stretched like no other.

You tried to keep your moans inside as you began bouncing on him. You were close, that was how on edge you’d been this last week. By the way Chris was pulsating inside you; you knew he was close too. You leaned back onto his chest and dropped your head back over his shoulder and moved your body in a frenzied wave. You saw the bright rainbow of your release just ahead, and you began the chase. You felt Chris’ hand splay across your abdomen and then slip between your legs. His fingers expertly played with your clit sending you closer and closer to the rainbow. He must have known it; his hand clasped over your mouth then he stood holding you around the waist as well and shoved you onto the sectional. You hugged the back of the seat when you felt him slam into you with the strength of a mack truck. His hand across your mouth stifled the sound that slipped out. You felt his hot breath at your ear before you heard his low, predatorial like whisper.

“Not one sound, kitten.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust at all; he slammed into you, again and again, each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. His grip tightened around your hips, and your eyes saw his phone beside you on the couch, it was on speaker. Thanks to the music in your ears you didn’t hear the other party. Chris changed his pace and depth every so often to keep your body on high alert, and it made you want more and more. He knew it. Then he delivered the pounding you’d been craving for the entire week. His deepness was overwhelming, and you desperately wanted to scream his name, so you buried your mouth into the cushion and bit down on it. Chris grabbed your hair and pulled it then ground his hips into you. He’d lost his control. When you felt him jackhammer into you with deep stroke after deep stroke you knew he was chasing the same rainbow.

After one, two, three strokes, he administered a final knock you out for the count snap of his hips, and your damn broke. You could feel Chris shaking behind you as he emptied stream after stream of his hot come deep inside you. He bent over your back and rested his forehead on you as he tried to catch his breath. Chris placed soft kisses across your skin, leading to your neck before he kissed your ear. Then he pulled from your body and dropped back onto the couch. You could barely move; you felt amazing. When you looked at him he was staring at you with a look that said he wasn’t done with you. You peeled off the headphones just in time to hear the other party on the phone.

“Are you there, Chris? Did we lose you?”

“Not at all, I’m right here. Everything you guys are discussing sounds good.”

You could hear several other voices, and it dawned on you then he was in a group conference. Slowly you stood from the couch and looked over him. The sight of his still hard dick made you want him again. It jerked, and you knew he knew what you wanted. He dropped his head back onto the couch as he continued to speak. You languidly walked through your home in your bra and panties making your way to your office. Once inside you dropped into your swivel chair and smiled enjoying the pleasant hum in your body that no one else but your husband could give you.

Your phone chimed, and you took it up from the desk.

MSG: One hour, make sure you are on the bed just as you are now with your legs spread. I haven’t nearly had my fill.

You smiled wider because you hadn’t either. A week was a long time to make up for.

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letaliabane · 5 years

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Best weekend ever! What a blast my first convention was at Supanova! Thought I’d go through what happened in the last two days. Just saying, this post gonna be long so leave if you don’t like long posts lol

Day one:

Group Photo

I was shaking so hard and literally was so short between them, I felt so small.

Troy literally tilted his head down to look at me and said “Hey there!”

Nolan was like “How you doin?”

*INSTANTLY DIED*

I was so embarrassed by the end of it because we had to take the photo THREE times because of my stupid glasses.

Ran away after because I was so scared and embarrassed lol

Then came time for Autographs!

Before it was my turn though, I really took in the fact that the boys gave at least a few minutes to each fan to talk to them and interact with them and that made me admire them so much for giving time to each person without just signing and saying Hello and bye!

Nolan

When I went up to him and gave him my name and he was like “Yes your Shyami but your also Shy-Ami!”

He literally called me Shy-Ami for the rest of the weekend lol

I went on to tell him that I was a massive fan of his and Troy’s and also thanked him for creating such a beautiful community for so many people

We started just talking about the youtube community and how incredible the community of Retro Replay has grown! He also said it’s so great that making content without a head boss is amazing lol

He went onto say that though it is scary to bring new ideas to the audience it was still great to see where they went (He said I’d understand because I told him I was a content creator myself)

I apologised to him and told him I hadn’t been to the Live Chats in a while due to Uni and he asked who I was. I told him and then he just smiled widely and said: “ohhh I remember you very well!”

I was like Wait you do? And he was like yes of course! I started shaking and had tears in my eyes (literally covered my face and my body went inwards) and he just crossed around the table and hugged me tightly!

He then said quickly “Yes study hard - BUT COME BACK TO THE CHATS! Write that you met us here and we’ll see it and msg back!”

We said our goodbyes and he said: “Take care of yourself and keep working hard!”

Then comes Troy!

I mean this man, I just have to say it is so mesmerising. I mean Nolan is like a father/Favourite Uncle you get along with but Troy I mean - He is so beautiful

So I went up, said hi and then said the same thing I said to Nolan to Troy

But as I was saying Thank you, he stopped mid writing my name, and looked RIGHT INTO MY EYES as I spoke and i literally forgot how to say “community” lol!

He was like thanks man! He was so chill

He also talked about youtube and loves the community. I asked if he may remember who I was and he was like omg yes! Remembered me from donating during the Die Hard Christmas episode

Troy said thank you for the support I said thank you for everything and we literally just looked at each other for a minute then I was like CAN I HAVE A HUG PLS? And he just smiled and said “Come and give me a squeeze”

GAHHHHHHHH BEST FIRST DAY OF CONVENTION

Day Two:

Started off with Troy’s Panel

Literally was so amazing and chill

He spoke about how he loved Melbourne and the people but hated how we suddenly god Day Lights Savings so he lost one hour sleep lol

But seriously the whole panel was so beautiful, he was so kind and was talking about how each of us were worth so much and deserved every opportunity we came across and to always say yes to them. And tbh I’m so glad I went along to see him at the panel because I really needed to hear some encouraging words recently

It also led him into doing the Joker laugh which sent the crowd wild! LOVED IT!

He literally went on too many tangents and ended up only answering three questions lol! But we all loved it anyway! I knew it was going to happen lol

Solo Photos

First was Nolan and I literally walked in and was like “Hey Nolan!“ and he was like “Hey great to see you again!“

Said goodbye and he said “See you Shy-Ami!”

Rolled my eyes HARDCORE but laughed

Then was Troy! He also said “It’s good to see you again!”

After the photo he said “Thank you my love!”

*COULDN’T ACTUALLY BREATHE, COLLAPSED INTO ANOTHER GIRL’S ARMS OUTSIDE WHO I BECAME FRIENDS WITH AT THE TB PANEL LOL

Nolan’s Panel

Was very different to Troy’s, more about answering questions and seeing that everyone had a turn

Said he missed Uncharted but said he’s enjoying the idea of the Studio working with Tom Holland to create prequels to the games instead of actual remakes of the games into movies.

I asked a question and he was like “Hey shyami!”

The Mic guy was like “You-You guys know each other”

Nolan: “SHY-AMI! Yes we know each other we met yesterday and today!”

Me: Oh god okay! Since I’m a massive fan of you and the show, I wanted to know what does Uncle Noly really know?

Nolan: Uncle Noly knows everything Shy-ami!

Literally spelt my name out to the crowd!

Nolan: S-H-Y-A-M-I Shy-ami! And he knows not to wear underwear on a date!

Everyone busted out laughing

He talked a lot about the show! And talked about how he loved how the community created memes out of him and Troy especially with the songs, the whole Uncle Noly and Annus memes lol

And it wouldn’t be a normal panel without Troy running in lol

They talked about the show and some other things about Melbourne

I ran into Nolan before I left (Troy was in the midst of packing and I didn’t want to bother him because he seemed tired) and literally said you must be so sick of seeing my face but I just wanna say thank you for coming to Australia and for this amazing experience

He shook his head and hugged me so tightly

Nolan: Not at all I’m not sick of you at all! It was so lovely to meet you! Can’t wait to hear more from you in the Live Chats!

Seriously, its been such a beautiful weekend! I had a blast at my first convention but most importantly with the boys who literally make me smile all the time, either when playing their games or watching their show. I admire them so much more after meeting them, they are so down to earth, and I cannot wait to see what success comes their way because they deserve it! THANK YOU SUPANOVA!

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thorne93 · 6 years

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Lost and Found (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…

Word Count: 1423

Note: (This is a repost because the original link to this part is broken) My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Text msg in Italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @blackwidow-romanoff

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Of course he knows who the fuck he is. Real fucking smooth, Y/N. Just then, you remembered all the memorabilia in your house that featured him. Even your phone. Your fucking background was a picture of Sebastian Stan. You had a Marvel cover, a giant Winter Soldier poster, several Captain America posters and photos on your walls, every movie Sebastian was in on blu ray and DVD, several figurines of him. Thankfully most of that was in your nerdy ass bedroom which he couldn’t see from this angle, but if he stepped inside, he could probably see the larger than life banner of him.

You stared at his extended hand for an awkward amount of time before taking it and saying, “I know.” You shook your head angrily. “I mean, hi, I’m Y/N.”

While you were standing open-mouthed as if you were catching flies, Chuffy was jumping all over Sebastian in his white shirt, light blue jean jacket, and dark jeans.

“Hey there, buddy!” he said so happily as he hugged and petted the pup while kneeling. You couldn’t believe this. Sebastian Stan was at your door, at your apartment, you’d touched his hand, he smiled at you…How were you still breathing? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you were dead and this was Heaven.

“Thanks so much, I hope he wasn’t too much trouble,” Sebastian said as he stood up and looked at you with that amazing grin that had caused your heart to stop just on video and photos alone, but now in person? It made you woozy.

“I–Yeah–Huh? Yeah. The dog,” you said, clearing your mind. “Yeah, no he was great.”

“I’m so sorry. I was away filming and my dog sitter said he got off the leash and bolted. I didn’t get back into town until today.”

“It’s no problem. I was happy to look after him.”

“Well thank you so much. Really. What do I owe you?” he asked suddenly, reaching for his wallet.

“What? Nothing,” you said, waving it off.

“Please, for the care and food you gave him,�� he offered sweetly and you thought your heart was going to hammer out of your chest. How could he not hear that? That voice. Those eyes. That hair. He was wearing your absolute favorite haircut on him.

“No, I mean it. I was happy to do it.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad,” he informed with that signature puppy dog face.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” you said out loud. You meant to say it in your head, because he was always so sweet during interviews, it didn’t surprise you that not getting to repay you made him feel guilty. But he wasn’t supposed to hear your fangirling.

“I’m sorry?” he said, leaning forward.

“Oh, nothing. Yeah, I mean it. Happy to do it.”

“Well, thanks so much again, I really appreciate it. Come on, bud,” he said as he clipped the leash on his collar. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair, have a good day.”

You wanted to say something, like, “No, stay.” “Please come back.” “Want to go for coffee?” “Take me here and now.” You know, anything you had ever fantasized about shoutin out to him, but you stood there speechless. You nodded and “mhmmed” but that was about it. He smiled again at you and waved as he walked away.

Once he was out of site, and your jaw and brain worked again, you realized your phone had landed on the floor, luckily unscathed. You remembered you had been talking to Ida and called her back.

“Dude, what the he–”

“Sebastian Stan,” you said as you cut her off.

“What?” she demanded as if you were nuts.

“Sebastian. He was the dogs owner!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a look alike?” Ida prodded.

“No, it wasn’t a god damn look alike. Sebastian Stan was just at my apartment. And I didn’t invite him in. Why?! What’s wrong with me? Oh my God, Ida, what did I just do?”

She laughed on the other end.

“I’m glad my physical, mortifying pain gives you so much pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen,” she said once she got done laughing.

“I sounded like a total fucking idiot,” you said, the heat finally rising to your cheeks after it had all drained from your body.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” she assured.

“I dropped the phone,” you said flatly, trying to make it clear how stupid you were.

“So?”

“When he said his name, know what I said? ‘I know’.” You waited then repeated it. “‘I know’! Whos says that? I could’ve just had a magical fan moment and instead I made a complete fool of myself.”

“I’m sure he sees that all the time,” she assured.

“Yeah, at cons and interviews. Not when he comes to pick his dog up.”

“Well did he at least offer a reward?”

“Yeah, but I declined.”

“You could’ve told him you knew one way for him to reward you,” she urged, an innuendo extremely clear in her voice.

You smiled a bit, she was always on the same page as you. “Yeah, I had thought of that. I let that chance get away too.”

“Well, at least you got to meet him. Oh, I gotta go Y/N, last patient of the day just showed up.”

“Alright, see ya.”

You hung up and tried to get over your nerves that were still fully alive inside your body, battering around. You decided to start dinner and just forget all the bad parts. You had actually spoken to Sebastian Stan. There, that was one good part.

Then your phone buzzed halfway through the meal. You thought it was Brad or maybe Ida, but when you saw the unsaved number in your phone, the same number that had called earlier, had sent a text, your stomach dropped and anxiety ran free in your body.

“Thanks again for taking care of Spinee for me. I was going crazy not knowing where he was.”

Sebastian Stan just texted you. He had your number. You had his. Was this real? How was this real?

Okay, Y/N, don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything flirty. Don’t say anything dipshitty. Just be yourself. Pretend it’s Ida.

“No problem. And Spinee? I just called him Chuffy.”

You had put a smiley face but then realized that seemed too forward. God damn, why did it have to be Sebastian Stan?

Almost immediately, you got the response, “Chuffy?? Nah, he’s my fierce protector. He needs a strong name…Chuffy? Really? Lol”

Sebastian Stan just sent you an “lol”. This had to be the Twilight Zone or Punk’d or something. How could you make him laugh? How was he being his cute and adorable self with you, of all people?

“Looked like a Chuffy to me, lol. But Spinee works too. I know it’s hard to lose a pet, so I’m just happy I could help,” you sent back, biting your lip and feeling giddy.

“Oh no, you lost a pet? I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve lost several. I used to rescue with my family, growing up. But the most recent was my old Rottweiler. I lost him a few months ago. He was really old. But still…”

“Oh, I know. It’s like losing a family member. What was his name?”

You froze. Should you show exactly how nerdy you were? Well, you didn’t want to lie to him…

“Okay, but don’t laugh,” you sent.

“I’m not making any promises I can’t keep.”

“Haha, fair enough. His name was Marvel.” Talking to him (well, texting) wasn’t nearly as hard once you just pretended he was a normal guy…kind of.

“Hahahaha. That’s great!”

“I’m glad you think so, some people thought it was stupid.”

“No, you should always name your dog after something wonderful!”

You grinned like an idiot down at your phone as you finished dinner.

“Well thanks, I’ll mark you down as the first person to not think I’m a dork.”

A few minutes later you got a text back. “Well I’ll stop taking up your time. Thanks again. Goodnight!”

You suddenly panicked, thinking you’d said something wrong. You read and re-read your message about a hundred times, dissecting every letter and punctuation mark. Maybe he was busy. Maybe you’re an idiot. Maybe he was just texting to be nice and when you got boring he left.

You sighed, texting Ida that he had been texting you but then stopped. She replied back with, “It’s a start.”

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bill-denbro · 7 years

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can't fight this feeling | part 5

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↳ table of contents: ILL FIX DIS SOON

↳ pairing: bill denbrough x reader au

↳ summary: Gretta and Bill get into a fight; and it ends up with Bill being heartbroken. What will [Name] do?

↳ warnings: cursing and my ~shitty~ writing

↳ a/n: i mISSED YOU ALL !! im rly sorry ive been v inactive, exams ended a week ago, and then this week i lost my wifi and i only hab my data on my phone bUT IM TRYING MY BEST HERE. and i love u all thx for all the good feedback :")

+ oh and follow me on my instagram for more of me (yeet): @m.suncheese,, u could also msg me der if u want :> lez be frens :>

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[NAME]

"[Name]! Oh my— you need to see this!" Beverly yells, dragging me into the mess she was put in. Her hand held a firm grip on my arm, as we both run to whatever shit she put us in.

We were running in a very fast speed, and I was very confused on why. After a few tumbles here and there, we reached the... cafeteria?

"Bev, if you were just hungry you could've told me, I have an extra sandwich." I scoffed while rolling my eyes. She simply shakes her head, and points at the big crowd that was in front of us.

"Um, what's up with that?" I asked her again, while she gently hits me on the arm.

"Go look for yourself [Nickname]," was Beverly's reply.

I take a few steps forward, Beverly trailing behind me, I squished inside the crowd to see Bill and Gretta in an. . . argument? Eddie, Richie, Stan and our other schoolmates were surrounding them.

"Y-You were t-talking shit behind m-my b-b-back?" Bill stutters out, a fiery glare in his eyes. Gretta simply shrugs, chewing the bubblegum she was chewing.

"And t-the fact that y-you don't e-even care, makes i-it even m-more a-a-aggravating." Bill looks at her one last time, before walking away sadly.

"Finally, I've been waiting for this day to come," Gretta sighs in relief. "Girls let's go," she nods over to her goonies.

I heard a lot of murmurs from the crowd, as they slowly part away from the controversial event. I stayed put as Beverly walks up beside me saying, "So what's your plan now? Will you talk to Bill about this?"

I simply shrugged. What am I supposed to do anyway? Tell him I told him so? Well, that would just make me look like a prick.

(But it would be really funny, though.)

"I don't really know Bev. . ."

Eddie, Richie and Stan, however, were still there and were able to hear our conversation.

"I suggest you talk to him [Name]," Stan gives me a simple smile. Richie and Eddie nod at this.

"I thought you guys hated me and don't want me near you?" I questioned them, as they all look down simultaneously.

"We know, we've been assholes to you [Name], and we're sorry. Maybe talking to him would help and fix shit?" Richie suggests, and for the first time in forever, he talked to me in a decent way.

Beverly pats me on the back, "See [Name]? Just talk to him."

"Bill's probably outside to get some fresh air, at the gazebo, I think." Eddie told me, while everyone else nods.

"Okay, I'll talk to him."

"Fuck yes!"

BILL

"It would be mean for me to say, 'I told you so', but I'll go ahead and say it." I heard [Name] declare behind me, as I sit on the wooden chair quietly, looking at some pebbles that were scattered on the ground.

"I told you so."

I looked up to see her standing in front of me with a pity smile. I looked down, wiping a tear that fell from my eye. She takes a seat beside me, taking my hand in hers'. Usually, I would've removed my hand in hers' but somehow this time, I didn't.

I felt some kind of comfort.

"I know you're still mad at me, well in some way, but I just wanted to comfort you after what happened awhile ago." [Name] takes in a deep breath while continuing, "But, if you don't want some company, I can freely leave—"

I cut her off by simply saying, "S-Stay."

She starts to be anxious; her cheeks stinging a bright red color. "Are you sure? I mean, you — you don't want me near you and you've never really liked me as a friend."

"J-Just stay, please."

She gives me a nod and a simple smile, "Alright."

I leaned my head on her shoulder, her hand still on mine and my smile slowly coming back on my face.

"I-I um, just wanted t-t-to say thank you," I whispered to [Name], while looking at the students who were passing by in front of us. "Thanks for, I don't know, just being here right now."

I never really appreciated [Name] [Lastname]. . . until now. Maybe it's because why she always clung onto me at all times or is very desperate for me to become friends with her. But when she started to distance herself from me, I felt kinda weird?

Of course Bill, you're so used to her chasing you all the time, of course you would feel weird after a ling time, she finally gave you the distance you 'wanted.'

"No problem Bill," she replies, while a smile appeared on my face. Weird. "No problem."

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nancydfan · 3 years

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I feel like the lies Mia and Chris told Ethan are on completely different levels because they affected Ethan very differently which makes forgiving one person easier than the other. Like with Mia in RE7, as we’ve stated before we don’t know her reasoning for joining and staying with The Connections. But no matter what honestly Mia payed for being in that organization and lying to Ethan. She was in hell for 3. Whole. Years. at the Baker house. Chances are it would’ve been for eternity and tbh Mia seemed to accept that punishment for herself. Like she already suffered for her lies so I mean I think we can forgive her on that. While yes she did play a part in Eveline (idk if it was just escorting her or if she was more directly involved), but it was her companion’s fault (I think his name was Adam?? Idk) for letting Eveline escape. And when Mia confirms this during her flashback and she sounds angry at Adam for doing so. So while yes she played a small part in what happened to the Bakers the blame rests more on Adam since he let her escape. And Ethan’s involvement wasn’t her fault, it was Eveline who brought her there. At the end of the day Mia payed for her involvement and seems sorry for her actions, and for me personally I find it easier to forgive someone when they regret what they’ve done and try to make it right. That’s why I forgive Mia for lying to Ethan the first time. And in RE8 I forgive Mia for lying again because like honestly that must have been hard to realize your husband was infected. And how was she to know that Ethan would have remained fine after she told him?? Like we’ve said Ethan is the first of his kind and Mia probably thought the key to him staying himself was his ignorance. And yes I agree Mia should have told him, but I understand completely why she felt she had to keep it a secret. While yes Ethan probably would have been frustrated that Mia kept something from him again he would have quickly empathized with her and forgiven her. And I forgive her too because dang I am not jealous of being in her shoes when she found out about Ethan.

Chris’ case is completely different. He belittles Ethan the whole game and makes it seem ridiculous that Ethan would want to be involved in getting Rose back even though that’s his family out there?? And they’re literally in this situation because of Chris’ actions at the beginning of the game?? For me Chris felt more egotistic and hubristic because like you said he just doubles down on his actions even though they were clearly wrong. After Chris “killed” Miranda at the beginning he should have given Ethan a quick explanation, even if it was just “that’s not your wife and we need to get rose and you out of here because you’re in danger.” Would Ethan have believed it? Maybe, who knows. But Chris didn’t. He made Ethan think his wife was dead and that Chris and his team were against Ethan when in reality they were all on the same team and should have been working together. The only time Chris is apologetic is when Ethan dies and honestly it should not have taken Ethan’s death to snap Chris out of his mindset that he was right. We don’t even see Chris apologize to Ethan or Mia. And I remember people got mad at Mia for freaking out at Chris when he rescues her and I’m just like?? Imagine being held captive for who knows how long and suddenly the man who promised to keep your family safe is like “hey your husband’s dead and your kid’s gone :(“ like?? Anyone would freak out and be upset? Am I saying that she was right to yell at him no (though I probably would have too lol) but like she’s been through hell again excuse her for having her nerves be a little fried. I also saw someone else say “Chris wasn’t the one who cut Ethan’s daughter up and tried to kill him on multiple accounts throughout the game he was just trying to help!!” And it’s like?? Yes he was trying to help but in the worst way possible?? It’s like saying “no offense” and then saying something hurtful. Just because you said “no offense” doesn’t make it any less offense and just because Chris was trying to help doesn’t excuse his actions. Chris’ lie put Ethan in emotional/mental distress because he thought he just saw his wife brutally murdered AND put him in physical distress since it was his call to escort Ethan and Rose which allowed them to fall into the hands of Miranda.

I kind of put Chris’ and Mia’s behavior as “Capcom wrote them shitty because they wanted to do a whole “Mia’s alive” plot twist and wanted to make the game ✨spicy✨by making it seem Chris was the bad guy”. But whenever I say that people are still like “No Chris did nothing wrong!!” Or “Well you forgive Mia so obviously you’re a hypocrite” and you know I feel like you can’t even compare Mia’s actions to Chris’ because like I said Chris’ actions hurt and put Ethan’s life more in danger than Mia’s did. Yes I can see how Mia’s lie in RE7 put his life in danger but her keeping Ethan’s condition from him in RE8 did not risk his life. And I already said it wasn’t Mia who forced Ethan to come it was Eveline. Plus people forget it was ETHAN’S choice to enter the house. He could have called the police but he didn’t because he loved Mia so much he himself wanted to make sure she was okay. Sorry for getting ranty im just tired of people saying we’re hypocrites when they don’t see they’re doing the same thing themselves.

Thanks for being patient with me! I love getting asks from y’all even tho I’m a little slow sometimes. Aha 😆

I def agree with the differences. Ive been replaying RE7 while I just watched my friend play re8 so the two games are fairly fresh in my mind. Ethan walks into RE7 on his terms and in re8 he’s essentially kidnapped. That’s such a great point and I really hadn’t thought of it. He’s brought into hell differently and I think that is important to recognize.

Mia tried to keep Ethan away from Dulvey and it failed. She didn’t have time to explain and her msg never got through anyway. It wouldn’t have happened if Alan hadn’t messed up with eveline. And Mia absolutely paid severely for it for three years. She killed a person and harmed her husband with scars he’ll always carry. We don’t even know what she suffered with but it was three long years. She’s terrified when Ethan finds her so I’m sure the imagination can cover that further. I’m sure it was hell.

And like you mentioned, it’s Eveline that invites Ethan there, not Mia. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t indirectly have something to do with this. But when shit hits the fan, she owns it which means a lot to me.

I’ve said somewhere months ago I don’t care if Mias motivations were bad when she joined the connections. We’ll probably never know. But we do know Mia’s motivations with Ethan perfectly. The minute her job is gonna impact him (when eveline takes over on the boat) she levelsets. She’s honest w Ethan as much as she can be and then as much as he wants after re7. The whole mold thing just doesn’t count. Y’all really what do we expect her to say lol

As for Chris, watching his scenes again today I’m just so frustrated. I agree Capcom wanted him to be this way to draw out the Miranda Mia reveal and it was a baaaaaad decision on Cspcoms part. Especially when Chris tells him to stay away after Ethan’s taken out a couple bosses already and some minor ones. If they didn’t want the reveal till later, then don’t have Ethan and Chris talk because the first thing Chris tells him was something about being surprised he survived this long shame if you would die. And it’s like no???? This isn’t what we need to be saying rn. Ethan is a rage machine thinking you killed his wife. Maybe just be honest. Chris mentions he saw the evidence of Ethan being there so clearly the man’s doing just fine. And it’s not just my thoughts on this. The game makes it a point to highlight Chris’ mistake. I don’t know why Capcom went this route and I personally don’t like it. But it’s canonically true.

And yeah I don’t think anyone is accusing Chris of actually killing Ethan. We know he didn’t. He just didn’t help. Chris did more in re7. Its like Capcom wanted him in there and didn’t actually know what to do w him. His part was so small I couldn’t believe it was already over. Honestly the last 30 minutes of this game hurts my brain lol

I saw the Mia push Chris thing briefly cause a friend sent it to me and they had some questions about it. But I didn’t spend too long on it cause I guess I just didn’t care what was being said. I figure I didn’t like that Chris slammed his fist at the end in front of Mia when she’s the one who just lost a husband so we’re even.

You’re welcome to rant to me anytime. I hope I captured most of your ask because you made outstanding points and I really agree. Ultimately, it comes down to perspectives here and what people find more severe. One of my best friends doesn’t like Mia and she only saves her cause I’m watching. And I love her w my whole heart. I don’t think it requires defensiveness. We all intake media differently and it’s okay to have flawed characters.

#thanks for the ask nonnie!!#resident evil 8 #resident evil #Mia winters #Chris redfield critical #mrs joe speaks #long post

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Lost and Found (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…

Word Count: 1423

Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Text msg in Italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @blackwidow-romanoff

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You stared at his extended hand for an awkward amount of time before taking it and saying, “I know.” You shook your head angrily. “I mean, hi, I’m Y/N.”

While you were standing open-mouthed as if you were catching flies, Chuffy was jumping all over Sebastian in his white shirt, light blue jean jacket, and dark jeans.

“Hey there, buddy!” he said so happily as he hugged and petted the pup while kneeling. You couldn’t believe this. Sebastian Stan was at your door, at your apartment, you’d touched his hand, he smiled at you...How were you still breathing? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you were dead and this was Heaven.

“I--Yeah--Huh? Yeah. The dog,” you said, clearing your mind. “Yeah, no he was great.”

“I’m so sorry. I was away filming and my dog sitter said he got off the leash and bolted. I didn’t get back into town until today.”

“It’s no problem. I was happy to look after him.”

“Well thank you so much. Really. What do I owe you?” he asked suddenly, reaching for his wallet.

“What? Nothing,” you said, waving it off.

“Please, for the care and food you gave him,” he offered sweetly and you thought your heart was going to hammer out of your chest. How could he not hear that? That voice. Those eyes. That hair. He was wearing your absolute favorite haircut on him.

“No, I mean it. I was happy to do it.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad,” he informed with that signature puppy dog face.

“I’m sorry?” he said, leaning forward.

“Oh, nothing. Yeah, I mean it. Happy to do it.”

“Well, thanks so much again, I really appreciate it. Come on, bud,” he said as he clipped the leash on his collar. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair, have a good day.”

Once he was out of site, and your jaw and brain worked again, you realized your phone had landed on the floor, luckily unscathed. You remembered you had been talking to Ida and called her back.

“Dude, what the he--”

“Sebastian Stan,” you said as you cut her off.

“What?” she demanded as if you were nuts.

“Sebastian. He was the dogs owner!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a look alike?” Ida prodded.

“No, it wasn’t a god damn look alike. Sebastian Stan was just at my apartment. And I didn’t invite him in. Why?! What’s wrong with me? Oh my God, Ida, what did I just do?”

She laughed on the other end.

“I’m glad my physical, mortifying pain gives you so much pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen,” she said once she got done laughing.

“I sounded like a total fucking idiot,” you said, the heat finally rising to your cheeks after it had all drained from your body.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” she assured.

“I dropped the phone,” you said flatly, trying to make it clear how stupid you were.

“So?”

“I’m sure he sees that all the time,” she assured.

“Yeah, at cons and interviews. Not when he comes to pick his dog up.”

“Well did he at least offer a reward?”

“Yeah, but I declined.”

“You could’ve told him you knew one way for him to reward you,” she urged, an innuendo extremely clear in her voice.

You smiled a bit, she was always on the same page as you. “Yeah, I had thought of that. I let that chance get away too.”

“Well, at least you got to meet him. Oh, I gotta go Y/N, last patient of the day just showed up.”

“Alright, see ya.”

“Thanks again for taking care of Spinee for me. I was going crazy not knowing where he was.”

Sebastian Stan just texted you. He had your number. You had his. Was this real? How was this real?

Okay, Y/N, don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything flirty. Don’t say anything dipshitty. Just be yourself. Pretend it’s Ida.

“No problem. And Spinee? I just called him Chuffy.”

You had put a smiley face but then realized that seemed too forward. God damn, why did it have to be Sebastian Stan?

Almost immediately, you got the response, “Chuffy?? Nah, he’s my fierce protector. He needs a strong name...Chuffy? Really? Lol”

“Looked like a Chuffy to me, lol. But Spinee works too. I know it’s hard to lose a pet, so I’m just happy I could help,” you sent back, biting your lip and feeling giddy.

“Oh no, you lost a pet? I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve lost several. I used to rescue with my family, growing up. But the most recent was my old Rottweiler. I lost him a few months ago. He was really old. But still…”

“Oh, I know. It’s like losing a family member. What was his name?”

You froze. Should you show exactly how nerdy you were? Well, you didn’t want to lie to him…

“Okay, but don’t laugh,” you sent.

“I’m not making any promises I can’t keep.”

“Haha, fair enough. His name was Marvel.” Talking to him (well, texting) wasn’t nearly as hard once you just pretended he was a normal guy...kind of.

“Hahahaha. That’s great!”

“I’m glad you think so, some people thought it was stupid.”

“No, you should always name your dog after something wonderful!”

You grinned like an idiot down at your phone as you finished dinner.

“Well thanks, I’ll mark you down as the first person to not think I’m a dork.”

A few minutes later you got a text back. “Well I’ll stop taking up your time. Thanks again. Goodnight!”

You sighed, texting Ida that he had been texting you but then stopped. She replied back with, “It’s a start.”

#lost and found #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan x reader

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