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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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My Love

Request: Convenience smut scene for their first time together. Because that was definitely a big shift in their relationship. If that’s already been requested, then smut scene after reader fully heals from the attack at the end of The Batman. That’s another shift in their relationship as well and the emotions there will have me crying.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Injury mentions, spoilers for the film, smut, unprotected sex, oral F receiving, fingering

Word Count: 2642

A/N: If you can’t tell, I’m impatient. This is my first ever attempt at writing smut, so please feel free to give me literally any feedback, it will be greatly appreciated!! To the anon that sent the request, someone else has requested their first time, and that was the only scenario they requested so I’ve done your second scenario for this. So, this is set after This is the Day. Here’s the song this chapter is named after. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

NSFW 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!!

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Y/N pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and slipped her feet into her slippers before climbing in the elevator. She hit the button for the station and absentmindedly rolled her shoulder. She was still getting used to not having the stiches in and being able to use her left arm. Her ribs were still a bit sore, but the bruises had faded to a pale yellow colour. All in all, she was almost back to full health, even the doctors said so. But she wished someone would give Bruce the memo. He was still treating her like she was made of glass and it was starting to annoy her. But she had a plan to change that.

The elevator door opened and she walked out into the frigid air of the station. Bruce was standing at his desk, his hair mussed up from the cowl, make-up gone but still wearing his underlayers. The footage he had recorded that night was playing on his main screens, the news on one of the others. He glanced at her as she approached and paused his video but let the news continue playing. She looked at it briefly, they were still talking about the aftermath of the flood and the impact it might have on Gotham’s usual Christmas celebrations.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” He said as he reached out and pulled her flush against him.

“Missed you.” She told him as she wiggled into the space between him and the desk before tangling her fingers in his messy hair and pulling his lips down to hers, keeping the blanket around her shoulders.

He kissed her back softly, but she was not having it tonight. She tugged on his hair, successfully making him part his lips so she could slip her tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. His hands rested on her hips over the blanket, his touch barely even there. She persisted, running her tongue over the roof of his mouth before nipping at his bottom lip, and he pulled back with a sigh. “Y/N.”

She sighed in frustration and rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Bruce, I’m fine. Even the doctors said so. I’m not going to break.” She moved back to look at him and pushed herself up onto his desk. She dropped the blanket down around her waist, revealing her lacy night gown.

“Y/N.” This time he said her name almost as a groan, his eyes raking across her chest.

She smiled, knowing she was playing dirty but not caring one bit. “Now, I could use your help, but I can also help myself.” She pushed the blanket off completely and made a show of trailing her fingers up her bare thighs towards the hem of her night gown.

Bruce practically growled and stepped forward in between her legs as he grabbed her wrists. “You’re going to be the death of me, princess.”

There was something about him using the nickname the press used for her that made heat pool in her lower abdomen. She freed her hands from his and tangled them into his hair again and she pulled him down so she could kiss him. He leaned over her as her legs locked around his waist, one of his hands moved to her face as the other moved to her back to press her further against him. He was already half-hard, she could feel him pressing against her thigh. He broke the kiss, his lips moving down her jaw.

“Bruce.” She moaned as he sucked a bruise into the top of her collarbone on her right side. “Please.”

“Not here.” He mumbled against her, nipping at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“Why? It’s not like this would be the first time you’ve fucked me on this desk.” She huffed out in frustration.

He hummed, pulling back to look at her. “But this is going to be the first time since we made this official, and I want to do it properly.”

Her heart swelled and she matched the smile he gave her. “Who knew Bruce Wayne could be such a romantic?” She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pushing him back so she could slide off the desk. She left the blanket where it was and pulled him towards the elevator.

His lips were on hers again the moment they were inside. He pinned her to the back wall, but she could tell he was still being careful. His hands never went anywhere near the ribs on her left side and he was giving her enough room to push him away if she needed to. But she did not, if anything, she wanted him closer. But before she could do anything about it, the doors opened and they reluctantly pulled apart so they could stumble up the stairs like two love drunk teenagers. Y/N was just glad that it was still too early for Alfred to be up and waiting for them.

She closed their bedroom door behind them, kicked off her slippers and turned back to him. He was watching her with dark eyes. He stepped forward, his hand moving to her right side and running over the material of her night gown. “You’re going to have to tell me where this came from so I can buy you more.”

“Later.” She told him as she slipped her hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. The bruises on his chest and back were pretty much the same colour as hers.

But she did not have time to dwell on it before he was kissing her again. He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed, using the hand that was on her back to gently sit her down on the edge. He dropped to his knees in front of her, using his hands to part her legs so he could kneel between them. He made a noise in the back of his throat when he noticed she was not wearing any underwear.

“You planned this.” He stated, his hands slipping up her hips, successfully bunching her night gown up around her waist.

“You didn’t give me a choice.” She smiled at him and brushed his hair out of his face as he pressed a kiss to the inside of one of her knees. “Bruce, please.” She pleaded as he repeated the action on the other one.

The look in his eyes told her he was going to take his time. And he did, trailing his lips down one of her thighs, sucking bruises into her skin as he went, before repeating the motion on the other one. When he was satisfied with the marks he had left and she was trembling beneath him in anticipation, he wrapped a hand around her calf. “Lie back for me. I don’t want you straining your ribs.”

She resisted the urge to protest and tell him she was fine, instead doing what he asked and lying back on their bedsheets. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder, pressing another kiss to the inside of her thigh as a silent thank you for listening to him. He shifted forward, his breath fanning over where she needed him most. She was not exactly proud of the whine that left her throat, but it had been too long since he had last touched her and she needed him.

“Bruce, please.”

“I know, I’ve got you.” He leaned forward and licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit and her back arched. She reached down and tangled a hand in his hair, making sure to use her right so he could not complain at her. He swirled his tongue around her clit, the arm under her leg curling around her thigh so he could splay his hand over her stomach and keep her steady. His mouth was hot and she had forgotten how good it felt on her.

“Fuck, Bruce.” She felt him moan against her as she tugged on his hair, the vibrations shaking her to her core.

His shifted his attention back down to her entrance, his tongue slipping into her. Her hips bucked and he increased the pressure of his hand on her stomach. He pulled his tongue back out before gathering up her wetness and spreading it back up to her clit. Her left hand tangled into her own hair and she left out a sob of pleasure as he sucked on her clit again, his teeth grazing against the bundle of nerves. The movement caused a dull ebb of pain in her ribs, but it only added to everything she was feeling. But she still needed more, her cunt clenching around nothing.

“Bruce. Need your fingers.” She keened.

She felt him smile against her as he obliged, sinking his middle finger into her all the way to the bottom knuckle. He pumped it in and out slowly, curling it in the way he knew would make her toes curl. She knew he was working her up to take another, conscious of how long it had been since they had been together. His index finger joined his middle and the pressure in her abdomen increased, the knot tightening.

“Bruce.” She warned.

“I know.” He said, feeling how she clamped down on his fingers and knowing she was getting close. His lips closed around her clit as he alternated between sucking and dragging his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck. Bruce.” She choked out as she arched her back, all of her muscles tensing as the knot snapped and she came all over his fingers.

He worked her through the after shocks, only stopping when she gently pushed his head away. He pressed kisses against her stomach as he waited for her to stop trembling.

When her heart had finally slowed back to its normal rate, she tugged him up to her lips, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue. He held himself up with one hand as his other palmed at her breasts, her nipples hardening and rubbing against the soft material of her night gown, causing her to moan into his mouth again. He slipped his hands around her back and pulled her with him as he sat up, still minding her ribs as he pulled her night gown over her head.

She moved backwards, up the bed as he rid himself of his boots, trousers and boxers. She laid back against their pillows as he crawled up her body, pressing kisses against her skin as he went. He reached her chest and attached his lips to one of her nipples. She tangled her fingers in his hair again as his teeth scraped against her sensitive flesh. He gave the other the same treatment before kissing up to her shoulder. His lips ghosted over the edge of her scar and then up her throat to her lips again.

She could feel his cock leaking precum against her stomach, achingly hard. She reached down between them and wrapped her hand around him. He moaned into her mouth as she dragged her thumb over his head, spreading his precum before moving her hand and pumping him slowly. He broke his lips from hers and rested his forehead on her shoulder, his hips rocking into her hand.

“Fuck, Y/N. Need to be inside you, honey.” He brought his face back up to hers as she released him. He replaced her hand with his own and guided himself to her entrance. He rubbed his cock through her folds, relishing in her choked moan each time he brushed over her still sensitive clit. But then he could not hold back any longer and positioned himself at her entrance. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he sank into her and they both moaned.

She hooked a leg over his hip, keeping him pressed him into her, as her back arched. He leaned forward and kissed her again as he waited for her to adjust to him. The stretch of him somehow felt better than she remembered, but she had a feeling that was just due to the frustration she had built up since the doctors took her stitches out. She pulled back from his lips to speak. “You can move.”

He obliged again, pulling back until only his tip was inside her and then snapping his hips back to hers. She threw her head back and he connected his lips to her throat. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting the spot that had her clinging to him. She knew he was savouring it. Savouring her the same way she was savouring him now that they had finally confessed everything they had felt for each other. Well, almost everything. And the feeling of him pressing deep into her, his lips ghosting over all of her bare skin he could reach, caused a wave of emotion to wash over her. She needed to tell him, needed him to know exactly how deep her feelings ran.

She tangled a hand in his hair and dug her nails into his shoulder as she spoke directly into his ear. “I love you.”

He stilled inside her and she resisted the urge to whine, feeling the way his entire body had tensed at her confession. He brought his face up to look at her, his blue eyes wide, as if he could not quite believe what she had just told him. She was about to ask him if he was okay when he surged forward and kissed her like it was the last time he ever would. He snapped his hips forward again as one of his hands slipped in between them, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

She clenched down on him and broke the kiss as her back arched and she cried out his name. His lips moved back down her neck, his nose rubbing against her jaw as he spoke into her skin. “Say it again.”

“Fuck, Bruce.” She buried her head in his shoulder and clung onto him, inching closer to the edge again. “I love you.” She felt his lips turn into a smile against her skin as the speed of his fingers increased. He grunted as she clenched around him, her whole body tensing again. “I’m close.” She warned him breathlessly.

“I know.” He told her, his voice strained. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

So, she did, her arms locking around his shoulders as she dug her teeth into the skin of his shoulder. He groaned at the feeling of her walls clamping down on him and the sting of her teeth in his shoulder as he fucked her through her orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts before he went rigid and seated himself as deep inside her as he could as he came undone. She moaned at the feeling, her legs locking around his waist to keep him there.

He brought his other hand back up, leaning heavily on his forearms to keep his weight off her as he pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. She brushed his hair back out of his face as he captured her lips with his own again.

He pulled back and gave her a soft smile. “I love you too.”

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#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne smut #the batman #battison #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman smut #robert pattinson #convenience

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Lucky

Fandom: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Characters: Atwater!Sister x Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Maggie Lockwood

Word Count: 2098

Warnings: Gunshot mention, injury mention

Requested: No

Summary: Kevin gets hurt whilst out with Intelligence, and the reader is not happy about it.

You sat filling in your latest creation at the kitchen table, you carefully coloured in between the neat linework you had created of a fierce tiger with an open roaring mouth. Kim had even joked that it was so ‘freaking cool’ that she’d get it tattooed on her back, to which you had tried to make a crafty bet with her - unfortunately, it hadn’t landed, and you had a sneaky suspicion your tiger wouldn’t end up permanently inked to Kim’s skin. Yet, you still remained proud of your work, giving the tiger deep rich orange and brown tones on its fur.

It was a Friday night, which was usually, without fail, a pizza night with Kim and Kevin, and sometimes Jordan if he decided to stay home instead of going out to play video games at a friend’s house.

The trouble was, lately, Kim and your oldest brother had been invited more and more to work with a ‘special unit’, and though you didn’t know all the details you had gathered enough from overhead conversations, and little bits that Kevin did tell you, to know that this invitation was important.

After a lot of persisting in your line of questioning, and asking whether your brother was about to become a spy, Kim explained that ‘Intelligence’ was a special group of officers that helped take down really bad people. And that she and your brother had been occasionally requested to tag along and help out.

You had huffed in frustration when 5pm rolled around with no sign of Kevin, by 6pm your tiger was mostly coloured in and your tummy was full of pizza, with a little extra helping of cookie dough to really send you closer to a food nap. At around 6.30 pm you could sense Kim’s own restlessness, her subtle attempts to call and text your brother hadn’t escaped your notice. You were 14 after all, not 4.

Sighing you left your art supplies on the table mat, shuffling over to sit next to Kim on the sofa. Instantly she held out her arm so you could cuddle in, resting your head on her shoulder as you sighed. She squeezed you a little tighter.

“I know, kiddo. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon. If we don’t, I’ll ring around and ask some other people, alright?”

You nod timidly, the frustration you felt with Kevin had fully been replaced by worry.

Kim had been trying to give Kevin time to wrap up his affairs with Intelligence, she knew that the work day seldom finished when it was supposed to. It was like that with patrol, let alone Intelligence. She felt a gnawing worry, but she also didn’t want to interfere with Kevin trying to make a professional, good, impression on Voight and the others. Plus, she didn’t want to hear it from Trudy Platt about not being ‘a secretary for Atwater’.

By 7pm Kim gets a call from Antonio Dawson, and her stomach nearly falls out of her ass. She knew that Detective Dawson would have no good reason to call her at 7pm on a Friday. With a glance at you, she extricates herself from your dozing form, leaving the soft rumbles of the movie playing in the background.

“Detective?” She instantly queries, skipping the pleasantries.

“Burgess, you with Atwater’s sister?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s in the ED at Med, nothing too serious, a bullet grazed his arm. Took a few punches to the face. They’re just checking him over, patching him up. He’s gonna be on painkillers though, you think you can pick him up?”

Kim’s brain stalls for a moment before she stutters back into life, “Y-yeah, of course. We can be there in about 20.”

“Great. Listen, uh, I’d bring him to you but I gotta get back to the 21st so…”

“No, of course, I understand. No sweat, I’ll get Y/N and we’ll be there within half an hour.”

“Alright, see you then. Maggie Lockwood will be expecting you.”

“Okay.”

“Right, see ya, Burgess.”

“Bye, Detective.”

The line is disconnected and Kim exhales. She knew that even if what Antonio had told her was true, no matter how minor the injury, the fact that Kevin was in the ED at all would freak you out. If she was honest, it was freaking her out too. Kevin had become such an important presence in her life, just as you and Jordan had in the process.

Gently she shakes your shoulder, brushing stray hairs from your face,

“Y/N, sweetie. Wake up.”

Your eyes blink open, taking a moment to resurface from the foggy layers of sleep, licking your lips that had become dry at the mercy of the salty goodness of pizza.

“Kim? What time issit?” You wrinkle your face, yawning as you take a long drink of the water you had on the coffee table.

“It’s a little after 7. Listen, kiddo, I got a call from someone I work with. Your brother is okay, but he got a little hurt today, we have to go pick him up from the hospital.”

You nearly spit out your water, eyes going wide with worry.

Kim holds up placating hands,

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. He’s okay, we just gotta get him because they gave him some strong medication. But he’s fine, alright? They wouldn’t let us get him if he wasn’t.”

You sigh, biting your lip, but ultimately what Kim was saying made sense, and you trusted Kim.

Putting your sneakers on, and one of Kevin’s hoodies that you loved to perpetually steal, you bundled yourself into the front seat of Kim’s car, remembering to at least message Jordan about your brother.

Kim attempted to calm you by letting you choose the music, but you were too distracted wondering over and over if this would happen more now that Kevin had been picked for the special unit. You fiddled with the friendship bracelet on your wrist, it was identical to the one you’d made for Kevin.

“Hey, Y/N, you listening to me, sweetheart?” Kim’s voice is gentle, and you sigh, you know she’s trying her best.

“Yeah, I am, Burge. Just… scary, y’know?”

“Oh boy, yeah, I feel you on that.” There’s a beat of silence, and then she reaches out a hand to squeeze yours, eyes still on the road with one hand still on the wheel.

“It’s tough stuff. How about we smack him upside the head when we get there, hm?”

Kim knows how to get a laugh out of you, the two of you derived a lot of joy by driving Kevin and Jordan crazy with your shenanigans, you are thankful to have someone that you could see and have as a big sister figure.

When you arrive at Med you’re taken aback by how many officers were around, you were used to Kevin being in the company of other police officers now, but it still made you nervous to be up close with them. Silently you link your arm with Kim’s, keeping by her side as she walks you to the desk in the ED's waiting room. She glances at you with a reassuring smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to help you feel at ease.

“Ah, Officer Burgess. He’s just signing the discharge papers, I’ll let you through.” Leah recognised Kim immediately, this was certainly not the first nor the last time she’d been to Med, whether for herself or one of her colleagues and friends.

You glance at the lady at the desk, she officers you a warm smile and you return a timid one back, already trying to peep through the small windows of the double doors to see if somehow you could spot where your brother was.

Following Kim into the main area of the ED, you're struck by a varied and unsettling soundscape, of machines, patients in distress, and doctors communicating hastily… in the chaos stands Maggie, whom you’d met briefly before at one of the famous Lockwood BBQs. Her soft expression and warm smile are an oasis in the storm, and though Kim is already heading towards her you feel like making a beeline, desperate to be with Kevin now.

“Hey, Mini Atwater, how’re doing, hon? I hear you’re looking to get an art honour this year.” Maggie rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, looking proudly at you. Kevin had obviously been hyping you up, he had an embarrassingly sweet habit of doing that.

“I’m- I’m okay, and uh, yeah… I’m hoping. Did Kev tell you?”

“He sure did, sweetie. He hasn’t stopped jabbering about you and Jordan, the medicine made him really chatty.” Maggie raises her eyebrows comically and it gets a laugh out of you, the worry melting off your face slightly, you were intrigued to see your brother hopped up on medication. You would definitely have to get a video for Jordan and Kim, for prosperity.

Kim gives you a look, and you keep giggling, both of you would undoubtedly get a kick out of Kevin saying cute and stupid stuff.

Maggie steps forward, nodding in the direction of a cubicle, “Come on, we’ve kept you long enough. He’s in T4.”

The sight that greets you when you enter the cubicle isn’t as bad as your mind had conjured, but it’s still enough to make tears quickly spring to your eyes. Kevin’s soft glazed-over expression goes from slight loopiness to sadness within seconds as he sees how upset you are.

“Hey, little queen, come here. It’s all good, I’m fine.” Kevin is sitting on the bed with his right arm securely bandaged, his lip is split and he’s got a colourful bruise under his eye, there are a few scratches on his cheeks and neck, but really all things considered he was okay.

Kim moves to one side, touched by the scene as she reads through Kevin’s case notes on the table beside him, trying to give you some privacy in your distress.

“Kev, please don’t get hurt anymore.” You murmur, your voice muffled by his good shoulder as you let yourself be cuddled. Your big brother always could make you feel safe, even though he was the one who was hurt.

“I’ll always be trying to stay safe, baby girl. They just surprised me, but the unit had my back, it’s all good.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your head, leaning back from the embrace to speak to Kim, still keeping a comforting hand on your arm. He had spotted you were wearing one of his hoodies again, but given the circumstances, he didn't have the heart to tease you about it.

“Thank you for coming, Burge. And for taking care of this one.”

“Anytime, partner. And she’s the best company out of the three of you.” Kim winks at you with a grin, and Kevin laughs, nodding.

“That’s truth, I can’t lie.”

“We good to go, are you feeling ready?” Kim queries, worried for her friend just as you had been, though it was no surprise to your observant self that she was better at staying calm, she was an adult after all. One of the most level-headed, cool, fun and put-together ones you knew.

Kevin nods, pushing up off the bed with a wince, you want to ask if he’s okay but you don’t want to smother him. So you just silently link your arm with his, supporting him even though you knew you’d never be able to hold your brother up. He was much too tall and strong, yet it still comforted you to at least be by his side. He smiled gratefully down at you, nudging you gently.

“I’m a lucky big brother, I ever tell you that?” His eyes twinkle with affection, feeling supremely tired after his day, looking forward to being home and safe with you, Jordan and Kim - who would undoubtedly stick around to help out for a bit.

You swallow the lump in your throat, not feeling ready to cry yet again, you smile in surprise at Kevin,

“No… but, I’m lucky too. You’re the best parent, I don’t need anyone else.” You sigh, content and relieved that he really did seem okay, walking him out to the parking lot with Kim. You had meant what you said, but you said it with such a casualness that you had just carried on walking, not noticing the silent tears of pride and love that escape from Kevin’s eyes.

He really couldn’t feel any luckier, even on a day where he’d been punched out and shot.

#kevin atwater x reader #atwater!sister #chicago pd #one chicago #chicago med

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youandmedead · 1 year

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Hello! Is it ok if i request a idia x leviathan reader?

Have a great day!

(sebek mad at you for being a bad influence on waka sama))

ÌÐïå §hrðµÐ x Lêvïå†håñ !RêåÐêr!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Idia may be out of character because I’ve only had twisted wonderland for a week and this is my first time writing for him

Requested by: @raimusmilktea

Notes: Hey doll and thank you so much for requesting! I love both Idia and Leviathan so much, so I was really excited to write this 💜 Ngl I may do some angsty headcanons for Idia soon too, so lemme know if you’d be interested.

𖤐 Ortho picked up on the situation pretty quickly to be honest. Idia’s mannerisms and heart rate changed whenever you were around so it didn’t take long for his conclusion to be made.

𖤐 To say the least, nobody really thought that the day where Idia Shroud would finally manage to find a significant other would ever come (including himself).

𖤐 So when you first appeared, everyone wasnt expecting the two socially awkward nerds to become an item.

𖤐 Things started out pretty slow, you were testing the waters here and there to see what was comfortable and what wasn’t. Conversations weren't exactly both of your strong suits unless it had to do with topics that involved your hyper fixations ( but I suppose that was the main/one of the main foundations that you built your bond upon.)

𖤐 As mentioned, Idia is better conversing through message. His true colours definitely shine quicker and brighter that way! Conversations about gaming, different theories you guys have, cats, how awful socialising is and talking about how envious y’all are of extroverts etc would ensue for hours on end! (He'd also definitely send you some of the most out of pocket shit ever).

𖤐 Helping each other out with your anxiety is a likely thing that will happen as your relationship progresses. Idia will identify your triggers and try his best (bless his soul) to help you calm down - he does expect the same treatment back when he is in need of it too though.

𖤐 He'd love the fact that he'd have a s/o who he can share so much in common with, it makes him feel less like a black sheep.

𖤐 Staying up all night gaming and having anime marathons with shit tons of energy drink, coffee and junk food are a 100% must - whether its date night or not.

𖤐 Idia’s love languages are most likely quality time and words of affirmation so these traits would definitely show when you guys are alone in his room doing the stuff you both love most other than each other.

𖤐 The build up to your first kiss would've been quite staggered but Idia was definitely certain he wanted to play the pocky game to its fullest extent. It was short and sweet but as you were about to quickly but gently pull away (face set ablaze) he’d place one of his hands on the side of your face and whisper, ‘P-please just a little longer.’ His hair was tainted a rosy pink, along with his cheeks after that.

𖤐 Show him your demon form! He'd be so enamored by it and mention how much remind him of one of his favourite fictional characters and how you’re full of surprises. He’d probably be too shy to ask, but he’d love to feel your tail and look at your horns closer up - every time you shift his eyes will always be fixated on you.

𖤐 He is pretty good at sketching too and I strongly believe that he’d have a stash of drawings of you and your demonic features hidden somewhere (most likely under the floorboards or some shit).

𖤐 As Idia has an amazing way with technology, please ask him about what he is currently developing! Compliment the latest project hes working on, ask him about his thought and creative process! It'd mean so much to him! In return he’ll engage/ask you about your other hobbies!

𖤐 I imagine pda wouldn't be present very much in this relationship, however I can see Idia linking his pinky with yours sometimes during lessons or when you both get dragged outside when his anxiety levels raise - even though he isn't fully holding your hand the tips of his hair still turn a rosy pink.

𖤐 Pda in his room would be different though. I think that once either you/him built up enough courage to hug a surprising turn/new discovery was made and now you both hug as if the other were a lifeline. It’s a nice reminder that your still there or when things become too difficult the other half of yourselves are always close by to comfort you.

𖤐 Imagine Idia watching you playing on a game, whilst sitting on his bed and he’s gently hugging your waist and using your thighs as a pillow.

𖤐 During this time his smile will either be small and gentle or it’ll be a full blown maniacally cute grin because he’s so happy (GOD I LOVE HIS SMILE SO FUCKING MUCH!!!).

𖤐 Idia likes to make dates special in his own quirky way too!

𖤐 For example, since neither of you enjoyed going outside and he didn’t want to keep pulling the same clichéd date 24/7, he set up a little date in an online role-play game for you two to have a date in. However the majority of dates will simply consist of dinner in either his room or your room (candle-lit if you prefer) and you guys will just act as if you are out on a date in the outside world.

𖤐 Another thing that I really think Idia would be into is horror movies - mainly the monster genre like Frankenstein, Dracula, Creature from the black lagoon (the classics!). I think he’d really enjoy zombie movies too and y’all would have some mad conversations over what you’d do during the apocalypse - he is still really jumpy with horror so if you’re not bothered by it, take as a shot to get closer to him.

#twst x reader #twst wonderland #Idia shroud #Idia x reader #ignihyde #twst Idia

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xanonymouscatharsisx · 1 year

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Cw: mention of physical violence, abuse

Holidays f**king suck...

My mom asked me earlier this week what I wanted for Christmas. Now... I hate Christmas... So much. So this is particularly awful at the moment.

I've been trying to trace back, and I try this every few years or so, exactly when Christmas started sucking, and I honestly can't fully place it. My guess is when my brother started drinking and I'm not entirely sure WHEN that was. There's a weird chunk of time that I don't fully remember. That could be from a number of things.

Almost every year, something would happen. And for a lot of these I was sent out of the room, or it was taken to another room, so I don't exactly have details, but they still impacted me. I wanted so very much to believe we had a family that got along very well.

I was the kid that tried to get family game night together and no one wanted to or even saw any benefit in spending time together. I'm just now realizing this has impacted other parts of my life so hard... So that's fun.

I do remember one year my dad and brother almost came to actual physical fighting. They did not actually fight, but the possibility was there. Honestly, this complicates how I feel about a lot of it too since physical violence is typically a deal breaker. Not just for me but in society in general. And it's definitely what has kept me in a few relationships because it wasn't physical so it didn't count, right?

There are so few years that nothing happened that I can hardly remember any of them, and everything that has happened over the years kind of blends together. The most I remember is watching movies in the basement because someone was recovering from surgery. That was a pretty chill year.

After the great colour showing that my brother had one year I stopped spending time with my family for the holidays. I have a mix of emotions over this. For one thing, I feel safer being not with them, so that is probably the biggest factor.

I do also feel guilty. This is supposed to be the time you spend with family, reconnecting, it's supposed to be joyous, but how can you feel joyous and want to spend time when they make you feel bad about... Well, everything. Weight, looks, career status... That's not joyous. So I do what brings me joy and play video games. (Much of the time)

I feel very insecure. Finding friends who are willing and able to take you in for holidays can be daunting, even if you have some of the most extremely inviting friends. It's still so intimidating to ask. And even one I had to avoid because of similar issues.

Also to be perfectly honest the whole religious thing has a part to play here. Which... I guess it's sort of obvious considering Christmas itself is a religious holiday.

We went to midnight mass one year. I think we did both Easter and Christmas, and after getting home at like 6am from Christmas I vowed never again. They made us go outside and our weather where I am is very very cold.

But it also brings up the history of the church as it relates to Indigenous people and that has always been uncomfortable at the very least. Why are we celebrating a tool that was used to harm us? And that whole line of questioning is super exhausting.

I have tried reframing Christmas. So it's not all bad. And right now I have people around me ready and willing to make new better memories but there is 30+ years of history here and it's hard to just jump in feet first enthusiastically. I think I've trained myself to be ready to be disappointed.

Back to panic attacks... The problem is I really just want one thing from them. I want to not have them in my life. But they are currently helping me, so I can't do that. So I was going to ask for something to continue to help me in the future, which... Hasn't exactly yielded any answers yet.

While I've been staving off panic attacks from her text, they've been making the headaches worse. I got my eyes checked, which also didn't help. And then my dad called... And then another text from my mom today, followed by a call from their home, then their son, then their home again. So it's... Been a day. My brain already feels like it's in jello, and then this triggers panic too. I am exhausted.

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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hi! i love your writing so much and am wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut where it's the readers first time (innocence kink to the max also praise) and she is worried she wont be good?

Bestie I sorta forgot to add a few of the main points, but I included the majority so I hope you like it. I made it a tad bit longer then my other blurbs so I hope that makes up for it! xoxo

Regulus Black And Thigh Fucking [ + major innocence kink ]

[ Warning: fem!reader, innocences kink, daddy kink, size difference, thigh fucking, slight subspace, slight tit sucking, use of the words “bunny” & “Angel” ]

Word count: 2.2k

THIS IS NOT EDITED

You felt a burning itch encase your bottom half, your legs wobbly as you opened the door to Regulus dorm. You peaked your head in, looking around for him. Regulus turned his head at the sound, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he realized who opened the door.

"Hi Angel, come in," Regulus motioned, he sat on his bed, a book between his fingers before closing it and setting it softly to the side.

Regulus waited patiently as you walked into the colder room, turning slightly so you can close the door. You walked over to where he sat, a guilty remorse present on your face.

"What's wrong?" Regulus worriedly asked, his legs spreading open so he can pull you in between them. His hands rub your hips, dipping to hold your back firmly.

"It hurts.." you mumble, not sure why you had felt this desperate need. Regulus held worry in his eyes, he pushed you back slightly so he could look over you.

"What hurts? Did you fall?" He asked, he couldn't find any visible wounds. Regulus wondered if you had started your period and was looking for some sympathy, his hand comes to rub your stomach.

"No... not m'period," you mumble, Regulus looked up towards your eyes with a confused expression. "I don't know what's wrong bunny, you have to tell me,"

You feel embarrassed, not knowing how to phrase your predicament. Instead, you take his hand and guide it under your skirt. You whimper as you place his hand against your soaked panties.

"Right there," you whisper, Regulus eyes look down slowly and follow the way his hand disappears under the thick fabric. His eyes slowly closed, a hum on his lips as he rubbed his index finger against the soaked material. You instantly jumped, legs squeezing around his hand as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Oh baby, when did this start?" Regulus asked, tapping your thighs so you'll loosen up. You followed his instructions, thighs parting for his fingers. He pushed aside the stained material as he feels just how needy you are. When you don't reply, Regulus hand cups your jaw and guides you to look at him. "When did you start feeling like this?" He asked again, noticing the way you become nervous.

"Yesterday. When you were playing quidditch," You tell him, feeling more embarrassment flood your face with red. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you let out a silent cry. "I'm sorry Reggie, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please make it go away,"

Regulus clued into your frantic state, piecing together that you had no clue what was going on. He took responsibility for this, feeling guilty for not realizing the way you had clung onto him after his quidditch match.

"It's alright bunny, let me help you. I should've realized yesterday, 'm sorry you felt needy all night," Regulus apologized, bringing you into a soft kiss as your fluids dripped onto his fingers. He hadn't even touched you yet and you had been soaking, it was driving him crazy.

"Couldn't sleep daddy, I felt funny," you whispered, not realizing how easy it was for you to fall into a submissive state. Regulus felt his heart squeeze, his cock twitching against his pants at the nickname you've given him.

"Shh, I know baby. Daddy's going to take care of you now, I've got you," Regulus played along, bringing you to the bed as he guided you to lay back. You felt exposed when he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. Your panties soaked with need, Regulus had to resist letting out a groan.

He helped you out of your shirt and bra, letting out a gentle "tsk" when he saw you cover up. He petted your hair to ease you, his other hand pulling your arm away from your breasts.

"Please don't hide yourself," Regulus asked, his eyes taking a long look at your chest. Your breasts were flushed and swollen, your nipples hard and untouched. Every part of you had been untouched, Regulus let out a content sigh.

"M'sorry daddy, I'm so stupid," you fret, feeling terrible for upsetting him. Regulus let out a gentle coo, his hand resting on your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss.

"You're not stupid bunny. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand?" He asked, pulling back so he can wipe your tears away. When you nodded, he gave you a soft smile as he tilted your face up with his knuckle.

With his thumb on your chin, he turns your face to the right. You squeeze your eyes shut, nauseous with what he's going to do. Regulus took his time looking over your nude body, sucking on his tongue to calm himself.

"You're so pretty, just wanna use you until you're crying and whimpering for me, would you like that bunny?" Regulus tutted, enjoying the way your thighs closed and rubbed for friction. His hands slide down to your breast, his cold fingers cupping your tit.

"Please Reggie," you begged loosely, just wanting the desperation to ease. Regulus let out a gentle laugh, his fingers running down the side of your torso before he applied pressure just below your navel. "Can't wait to see my cock filling you, probably can't even take it all,"

You felt a twitch of degradation from his words, your body warm as you slid your legs wide open for him. You felt a need to prove him wrong, wanting to be good and take him fully. "No I can take it, I can take daddy's cock," you blabber out, Regulus looked up towards you with a shocked expression.

"Bunny, do you have any idea what you're doing me?" Regulus breathed out, an enchanted look in his eyes as he quickly tugs on your panties. You shake your head, a pout on your lips. Regulus took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his clothed cock. You sat up instantly, eyes wide as it dangled at his large bulge straining against his slacks.

"That's not going to fit," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at the full cock pressed under his clothes. Your mouth watered from the thought, Regulus took your face in his hand and tilted it up. He wore a smirk on his face, dipping down to press a kiss against your wettened lips.

"I thought you said you would take me like a good girl?" Regulus kissed down your neck, his hands squeezing your hips. He nipped just below your ear, before whispering lowly; "you wouldn't lie to me would you bunny?"

"Daddy you're too big, what if it hurts?" You protested, stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. Regulus gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest.

His mouth opened, taken your hardened nub between his lips. You let out a whiny whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

"Trust me bunny, I would never hurt you. How about I fuck your thighs hm? Rub my cock against your pussy without fucking you full," Regulus offered, his lips moving down your stomach. He kissed just below your navel, his hands firmly against your hips as you squirmed.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your hands moving to his hair as you pull him back up for a kiss. Regulus kissed you deeply, his hands moving to grip your thighs.

"It's not supposed to, do you want to try it?" He asked, you gave a shaky nod. Regulus kissed you once more, standing up as he discarded his warm jumper. You flexed on your knees, hands obediently pressed to your thighs as you sat and watched.

"Someone's a good girl," Regulus commented, your face warm as you felt another nervous swarm of butterflies in your tummy. "I wanna be your good girl, daddy," you declared, mouth thick with saliva as Regulus slipped out of his shirt. His skin was a light olive colour, you could see the outline of his pelvic bone poking out through his slacks. Your eyes holding a stare with his hard cock.

"You're already my good girl," Regulus said while standing closer, he chuckled when you continued to stare at his bulge. He directed your head up, looking down towards you. "Turn around and prop your ass up,"

You did just that, leaning up to get a small kiss before directing yourself to turn around. You leaned forwards, hands pressed in his mattress as you arched to prop your ass in the air. Regulus let out a long breath at the sight, your wet cunt presented just for him.

He leaned down, blowing cold air against your plump folds. You jerked, not prepared for the way it felt so good against your hot cunt. You felt another bolt of nausea when you heard his belt click open, hearing the shuffle of clothes drop against the floor.

You try and turn back to see his now exposed cock, but Regulus only holds it out of view. "Don't be greedy," He contorts, his fingers moving to push through your folds.

You shrivel, grabbing a pillow as you hide your face in it. Regulus sees the way you tense up, he places a gentle rub on your thigh as he continues to coat his fingers for lubrication.

"Shh, you're doing so well. Sorry I snapped at you bunny, just didn't want to ruin your innocence," He explained, his now wetted hand moving down to your locked thighs. He spreads your liquid in between your thighs, you grow confused at his movements.

"What are you doing daddy?" You whine, feeling faint from how little you're getting pleased. Regulus only breaths out, pumping his cock a few times as he leans down quickly to spit against your folds. You gasp, head turning at the feeling.

"Shh baby, I can't fuck your thighs with no lubrication," Regulus responds, his spit dripping from your cunt. You twitch, turning your head back to lay against the pillow.

"Daddy please, hurts," You mumble through the pillow, Regulus gives a pat to your ass for comfort as he takes his cock and pushes it through your thighs. "I know bunny, please be patient,"

Regulus holds your thighs closed, grinding into your tight thighs as he fucks them fast. You move with his body, gasping each time he slides up and rubs against your swollen clit. After a few more thrusts, he completely switches to rut against your folds.

He's careful not to enter unwanted, taking his time with dragging his wet cock against your puffy cunt. You can't help but let out grateful moans, your body pushing into his for more friction.

"Bunny, fuck keep squeezing your thighs just like that," Regulus let out a heavy groan, his fingers looping under your hipbone as he fucks you back into him. You let out a cry from the sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed for him.

"Feels funny," you whimper, a building sensation of warmth spreading through your stomach. Regulus had to refrain himself from fucking you silly, his clipped nails digging into your warm flesh as he pulls you back to glide against his cock in a deeper pace. "Just let it out bunny, it'll feel good I promise,"

Your moans grow louder, mouth ajar as your eyes shut on impulse. Your clit is swollen with sensitivity, your back arching as you feel every vein from his cock. You have to force yourself to keep your thighs closed, body numb when a greater sensation fills you.

You fall limp from the pressure, hands squeezing weakly at the sheets as you let out a sniffle. Regulus moves his cock back down to your lower thighs, fucking them for his own release.

"So good bunny, you looked so pretty," Regulus praises, his fingers tracing your spine as he gives you a final tug. Your ass flush against his stomach as he comes all over his sheets below you.

"Does it still hurt bunny?" Regulus asked, pulling away with his used cock. He slipped on a pair of briefs, sighing at his sensitivity. You huff, face implanted in the pillow.

"No, daddy made me feel better," you tell him, leaning up with your leftover strength. You turn around, nuzzling yourself to lay against his chest. His hand comes to rub your back, kissing your forehead.

"It's not daddy anymore bunny, I'm Reggie," He corrects, casting a quick charm to clean up the mess left over. You shake your head, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

"No bunny, keep your eyes open for me," Regulus tells you while pulling you back slightly. You give him a longing expression of desperation, eyes drooping slightly.

"I wanna sleep daddy," you whine, head pushing back against his chest. Regulus pulls you back gently, his hand placed firmly against the back of your neck. "No bunny, I'm Reggie,"

"Water," you tell him, biting the inside of your lip as you start to fuzz out of your state. Regulus opens a water bottle, holding it to your lips as he tilts it. You pull back after a few long sips, water dripping down your chin. With a clearer mindset, you feel Regulus dab at your chin with a cloth.

"Thank you, Reggie," you mumble, head falling back against his chest. Regulus heart rams against his chest, thankful that you didn't stay in that state for too long.

"Just taking care of you, bunny. I'm always going to take care of you,"

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Hii i don’t know if your requests are open but this idea came to my head and now i can’t let it go awwghh. I’m glad to have found someone who writes for yuzuru *^* So. The context is Y/N’s last competition before retiring, at the gala she gives a speech and gets all emotional. Without knowing that behind her back a sneaky yuzu approached with a surprise. An engagement ring! Ajdbkdk i hope you can work with this it’d be an honor!

Wholesome Yuzuru Hanyu request :"

A/n: Hi, yes, I do accept requests though I may be slow on them since I'm currently doing an intern. I would definitely try my best to write as best as I could :)

Pairings: Yuzu x female skater

Warnings: a bit emotional but fluff!!

A/N: for the how many time, I dunno why but for some reason, I just see this in a bullet form; hope you won't hate it :" kay onto the fanfic

First and foremost, let's establish your relationship first

Basically, the two of you have known each other since you debuted in your senior level

Essentially, Yuzu was your senpai and you have always looked up to him

Yuzu, on the other hand, did notice your senior debut but because he was a very busy man, the two of you only ever interacted during competitions (and that is if you guys went to the same competition)

But do not fret because the universe slowly brought you both together

Short story was that the both of you were supposed to head back after practice one time when the both of you missed your bus back to the hotel and ended up having to find your way back to the hotel together

Throughout the adventure back to the hotel, the two of you started to talk more and got to know each other better; and basically the rest is history

Time skip to your last competition

You have been a senior for 7 years at this point and figured that you have tried so many competitions (from GPF to Worlds and even the chance to join the Olympics) and figured that it's time to close this chapter of your life and move on

It was the day of the exhibition of your final competition and throughout the day, your mind has been reciting the speech you made since you finished your competition

Everyone was so sweet and knew that it was your final competition and exhibition that they kept sending messages, gifts and texts; however, there was no news from Yuzu

You tried not to overthink about anything and just enjoyed yourself with your fellow skaters

Throughout the exhibition, you definitely bring out your best self; being fully immersed in your performance until the very end of the exhibiton

At the end of the exhibition, just like past skaters who were going to retire, a fellow skater brought a mic and some flowers for you as the spotlight was mainly shine on you

Throughout your speech, you started getting emotionally and just couldn't held back the tears; wanting to pull yourself and finish your speech so you could cry as much as you'd like on Yuzu's shoulder

But, someone thought otherwise ;)

Nearing the end of your speech, there was a huge clap from both the audience and your fellow skaters when suddenly there was a different genre of music of playing

Confused, you looked around to see what was happening but you couldn't comprehend any form of words coming out of your mouth for what you witnessed

Yuzu had changed his outfit into a suit-like outfit, brought you your favourite flowers, and pulled you out of the hug of the skaters to the center

What happened next definitely made you think that this was all a dream from a fanfic you've read because Yuzu was having his own little speech about how you've changed his perspective in life, how you made him feel so many different emotions he has never felt before and suddenly the man was on one knee, making you and basically everyone in the stadium gasped in shock

And the next few words and actions Yuzu does say everything on what's happening

"(Y/N). I know this may seem rushed since we've only really been together for 3 years but honestly, I can't imagine what my life would be if the both of us didn't miss that bus. It may sound cheesy and cringe, but for reals, you make my life more colourful, being with you is just one surprise after the other and what I'm saying is that, no matter what, I know that you're the one. And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with someone else. So, (Y/N), would you marry me?" Yuzu spoke, pulling out a simple yet beautiful rose gold ring

"Yuzu...you must be out of your mind if you think I wouldn't say yes. Like, I'd say yes more than you jump the 3A. Of course I would!!" you shouted, all the tears you held back finally burst

Without wasting any time, Yuzu stood back up, put the ring onto your finger, pulling you close and sealing the night with a kiss

"I love you" - the both of you whispered to each other as the background excitement slowly faded into the kiss

A/N: brb, I dunno why I became emotional when writing this T_T I hope you enjoy this short one-shot I did. Also, to everyone who wants to request anything about Yuzu, NCT or 9%, feel free to message me or drop a request in my inbox!! See y'all in the next one and take care everyone :) xoxo

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jaehyunzzmilk · 3 years

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make a wish

pairing: johnjae x reader (incubus angels)

word count: 2.1 k

genre: smut

summary: imagine johnny and jaehyun appearing in your room to satisfy your sexual dreams

notes: hey angels, as promised I'm uploading the first part of this fic I've always wanted to write, first chapter has to be with johnny and why not add my other bias, god gave us two holes for a reason lol next parts will be with other nct members but omg I got so horny while writing this, hope you like it, leave a feedback if you like

warnings: threesome, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, spanking, biting, choking, cum play, anal (female receiving)

"Make A Wish"

You're searching for some books at the occultism part at the library, you're not exactly sure what you're looking for, you just hope to find some answers for the dreams you're having. It was always the same dreams, well not the same story every time but it was always with the same men and at the same place, since you could remember. "Aren't people supposed to have different dreams?"

But the funny thing is, you're not afraid, the dreams are not nightmares, you actually like the feeling. There are these beautiful men, you think they are angels, always the same ones, there's something about them, when they appear in your dreams you get a level of serotonin you don't need anything else, you can feel them touching you, it's like you loved them.

You were almost obsessed with it, to a level where you spent most of your time sleeping trying to dream about it again. Of course you couldn't tell them to any therapist or friend because they would say you were insane, so you decided to do your own research.

While searching over the bookshelves, a word grabs your attention "Incubus".

'These demons crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep.' You've heard about this before. While reading that quote a flash went through your brain of one of them fucking you, you couldn't remember which one was it, but the fact that you had a better feeling of orgasm from a dream that your real life was exciting. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to dream about it again.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a dream and don't remember about it at all? But you know you had the dream, and who it was with. That's how you feel about the demons or angels from your dreams. But the only thing you're sure it's you have to find a way to extend the feelings, enjoy them and ironically be conscious. You want to remember their faces, to talk to them, to fully feel them.

When you get home you prepare tea to start reading your book, you don't want to drink coffee because you want to sleep easily. Reading through the pages you learn that since the old days people experience dreams like the ones you do, for some people it might feel like nightmares, sleep paralysis and some even feel pain, it can last years. Then you learn something called lucid dream, that basically you can have control over your actions. You just wanted to see them again.

Can you induce a lucid dream? You were going to try it. There's a lot of ways to lucid dreaming, a lot of them involved setting up an alarm after you're in an REM phase of your sleep, which is the deepest level of sleep, then staying up for 30 minutes and getting back to sleep again. It was too much work, you were gonna try the easiest way.

Hours later, after reading the book and googling everything about lucid dreaming, you lay down on your bed and you try to remember some of your old dreams, that's what one of the articles says. You try hard to remember details, things you normally don't remember like the smell, the noises, the colour of the walls… And you repeat to yourself "I will dream about them tonight, I will remember my dream"

After about 30 minutes you're impatient, you can't stand to stay still anymore, you try everything but can't fall asleep. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling then you grab your phone.

[1:00 am]

"- I love when she uses that silk night dress" A voice from the corner of the room says.

"- Look how perfect she is waiting for us!" Another voice says.

The two tall men walk towards your bed. They are tall and beautiful. They wear silk white clothes and have a skin that looks like porcelain.

Did it work? Were you dreaming?

"Are you angels?" You ask and sit down on your bed.

Both of them look at each other and laugh, they are sitting at the tip of the bed now.

"- You're the only angel here princess" The guy on the right says.

They come closer to you.

"- You were waiting for us, right? Did you miss us?"

"Ye-Yes but… Who are you? Can I know your names?" You say afraid you're going to wake up and they will disappear.

"- It's ok princess, we're not going anywhere! My name is Johnny" - He says passing his fingers through your hair.

"- I'm Jaehyun!" He lays on your side.

Gosh, how could they be so beautiful? It seems that you're in control of your actions now. You suddenly get shy and don't know what to do. If it's a dream then why does it feel so real?

"- You called us, right princess? Don't be shy" Jaehyun says and moves his hands up your tights, your whole body shivers with goosebumps.

"- Just relax angel, we'll take care of you, that's why we're here" Johnny says while kissing your neck.

Jaehyun moves his hand up and touches your core with the tip of his fingers.

"- Look Johnny, she's not wearing any panties! She was begging for us to come"

You moan while Jaehyun kisses the other side of your neck. Johnny takes off the shoulder strap from your night dress exposing one of your breasts and he goes down giving wet kisses on your nipple. Jaehyun moves your chin to his direction and kisses you, soft but intense.

"- Tell us what you want princess! Make a wish!" Johnny says, kissing your collarbones and grabbing your boob with his hand.

"I want you, both, all night"

Now Johnny kisses you, and Jaehyun starts to finger you slowly.

"- You have us, wish conceived!" Jaehyun says while taking off your night dress.

"- You're perfect!" Johnny passes his hands through your body and takes off his clothes. He kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip.

When Jaehyun's mouth makes contact with your clit you moan in Johnny's lip. You reach out to Johnny's length and start to move your hands up and down, spreading the precum from the tip to his base. Johnny comes back to sucking your nipple while Jaehyun is eating you out.

"- I want that pretty little mouth around my cock" Johnny says, grabbing your face to his cock. He pushes his length all the way into your mouth making you gag, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth while you moan and take him all in. Holding your neck with one hand Johnny finds a way to reach your clit with his free hand while Jaehyun is devouring your pussy. Jaehyun's twitching back muscles looked so beautiful with his head between your legs and Johnny making sure he was also pleasuring you while you sucked him.

"- Such a good girl, does it feel good having both of us all for you?" Johnny says, pressing his finger harder on your clit. You pull out Johnny's length from your mouth for a second so you can breathe, your back arches and whole body tense because of how close you are. You give a loud moan when Johnny taps your clit and kisses you again.

"- Are you gonna cum on Jaehyun's mouth angel?" He bites your lower lip.

"Yes... Yes, I'm coming!" You scream in pleasure.

After recovering from your high Jaehyun bites your inner thigh and comes up to kiss you. "Look at how sweet you taste" Jaehyun gives you a deep kiss and Johnny collects your juices with his fingers and puts it in his mouth to also taste you. "- So wet for us!" Johnny says, his eyes get darker and he grabs your neck and kiss it from behind. Johnny grabs your hips and pulls down on his lap, he teases you brushing his cock on your ass.

"- Bend over for me!" Johnny says. You obey and get on all fours, looking up to see Jaehyun's smirking at you. Johnny gives a slap on your ass and you moan in surprise, getting even more wet.

"- Look at me "Jaehyun positions himself in front of your mouth and grabs your neck hard while Johnny enters your pussy with one deep thrust. He fucks you hard and deep while Jaehyun chokes you.

You reach for Jaehyun's dick hard on his stomach and take him in your mouth. You pick up a rhythm, tears coming out of your face from being stuffed with both of their dicks, room filled with the obscene noises of moans and skin slapping. Jaehyun moves his hips deep in your throat making you gag and choke and each one of your moans sends vibrations making him twitch. Jaehyun pulls out for a moment just to tease his tip on your lips, then you deepthroat him again. Johnny's thrusts are getting faster, making you moan into Jaehyn's cock, Johnny is moaning hard as well. "- I'm gonna cum" He digs his nails into your hips and comes hard inside you. At the same time Jaehyun removes himself from your mouth and grabs his dick in his hands "- Me too" he says. With no warning Jaehyun releases into your face making a mess, splashes of cum all over your face. Johnny is still inside you, he pulls your chest against his, holding your boob with your hand and your neck with the other. "- Look at the mess Jaehyun did to your pretty face, you like that don't you?" You push down in his cock and start moving your hips in circle motions "- You're so dirty, are you gonna come for us one more time?" Johnny asks. Johnny holding your weight on him, Jaehyun puts his fingers on your lower ab. "You look so good with Johnny's cook deep in your pussy" Jaehyun teases you while you keep thrusting on Johnny, he puts his hand in your belly, right where Johnny's dick is, then lowers to your clit. "- Cum for us one more time" Jaehyun says. You cum on Johnny's dick, legs shaking and you relapse on your bed.

Johnny and Jaehyun lay on your sides, Jaehyun is facing you and Johnny is behind. Johnny pulls your hair exposing the back of your neck giving you a kiss. "- Are you ready for round 2?" Jaehyun asks, kissing you. He lifts one of your legs, giving an easy access to your core, he teases your pussy lips with his tip, you whine wanting more. Johnny takes the leaking cum from your core to your butt hole, inserting a finger carefully to stretch you out. You squirm to reach Johnny's face and kiss him, rolling your hips to feel Jaehyun's dick brushing against your core and Johnny's fingers on your ass. "- Do you want our cocks filling you up? Can you handle that?" Johnny asks. "-Yes, yes please fuck me, I can take it".

Jaehyun stops the teasing and pulls his whole length into you, then pulls slowly out leaving only the tip inside you, he keeps doing that over and over, the overstimulation in your pussy lips is driving you insane, you whine. "- Sorry, I didn't hear you" Johnny says and slides his cock into your ass, you moan even louder than before with every thrust. The new feeling of pleasure consumes your body, two cocks inside your holes filling you up so good. They were being more gentle, the thrusts were slow but deep. Their hands running all over your body.

"- Fuck, how can you be so tight?" Jaehyun moans "You'll be so full with our cum" you drag your nails into his back. You tilt your head back, resting on Johnny's chest.

"Oh God, I can't hold for much longer!" You scream. Your body and mind are going blank with the overstimulation. Johnny and Jaehyun still thrusting into you, deeper and harder. You squirt on Jaehyun's dick so hard and he climaxes right after you. Jaehyun removes from you and Johnny's thrusts gets messier as he grabs your body with more strength as he is closer to his orgasm, with a few more pounds he releases into you groaning.

You breathe heavily trying to recover. "You did so well, my love!" Johnny says kissing you. Jaehyun helps cleaning you up and softly passes his fingers through your body.

"I don't want you to disappear, please stay with me, only with me!" You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. "- Don't worry my angel, we are only yours!" Jaehyun says. "Promise?" You look at them. "- Yes baby, we promise!"

"I don't want this dream to end" You say and fall asleep in their arms.

"Find us in your daydream" Johnny whispers.

#johnny suh #jeong jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #johnjae #incubus au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nctzen #nct 127

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER.

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you.

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on.

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey.

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good.

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing.

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!”

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater.

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later.

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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HF for how Tommy feels on his daughters wedding day please

first half is headcanons and the second half is a lil blurb!

tommy is quite literally distraught

like that’s no exaggeration he is literally heart broken

his baby, his whole world was getting married

for the past 20 years, you had been tommy shelby’s whole world

you were born when tommy was only 17

not even an adult yet himself

so it felt as though you had been with him most of his life

it had kind of just been you and him, in a sense

of course there was the rest of the clan too, and you were incredibly close to them as well

but your mother died in childbirth, so tommy was both mum and dad

he had to do it all alone in that sense

everyone tells him he should be so proud of how he raised you

because you’re sweet and kind

and you have that humour that the war took from tommy

you made people laugh like he had

and you were really the only person that could make him laugh

you were strong, like your mother tommy had always said

but you credit everything you are to him

he was the first man to love you, and teach you how you should be loved

he also taught you how you should be treated, generally a lot better than the average father would

tommy made sure that his daughter would be treated like a queen

you were his princess

so whomever you were to marry, you would be treated as their queen

he made absolutely sure of that

and that marrying was your choice

not something you were coerced into for money or business, but something you wanted

and it was

with a man who you had loved since 16

tommy liked him as much as he could like the man that was going to be taking his baby girls hand and changing her name

the thought of you not being (y/n) shelby, tommy shelby’s little princess, was earth shattering to him

although you had insisted you were keeping it in the middle

alas, tommy knew you were so loved by that man

be that as it may, all parties knew if he stepped a foot out of line or raised a finger in anything but gentility and love

then he would be struck down in a timely and violent fashion by tommy himself

tommy definitely cries that day too

“Tommy?” Grace’s voice immediately draws his attention towards her and away from his thoughts about the impending fact his little girl was getting married in half an hour. His eyes are that kind of wet that shows he’s fighting tears, that he won’t dare let them fall. Grace can see the lump he tries to swallow in his throat and a piece of her heart breaks for him as she sits down on the bench next to him outside the hall where the ceremony would take place. You were inside getting the dress on and getting your hair done with Polly and Ada and previously Grace before she had come out to see if her husband was okay.

He was not.

“Oh Tommy,” Her voice is so soft and caring as she wraps her arm around him and rubs his shoulder, hugging him to her slightly. “She looks so beautiful Tom, and god she’s so happy; can’t stop smiling at all. She still has that smile you talk about, the innocent one and it looks just like yours does sometimes.” Tommy clenches his jaw tightly, still refusing to let those tears go. She sees him clamp down his teeth over his bottom lip to stop it trembling. “It’s alright Tommy, this is good. She’s in love with a man who loves her so much. Almost as much as you do.”

Tommy shakes his head at that, one hand on his knee to brace himself as he tries to speak. “Not possible.” He snips, “And i loved her first.”

His voice breaks on that. The lip finally trembles and he hangs his head with a sharp inhale to let free that shoulder shaking sob. “She was my little baby. How is that my little girl in there? She used to-” Tommy had to pause again, roughly wiping his hand over his face to clear away the tears as he looks up at Grace, “She used to be this big,” he gestures with his hands in a way that she imagined was meant to be him cradling a baby. His voice sounds drastically different than she’s used to because it’s clouded by his tears and his agony.

“She used to ask me to brush her teeth and comb her hair and lift her up to wash her hands,” he bleats, images flashing through his mind of that short little girl who couldn’t reach the bathroom sink. He sees the little girl who stood on top of the toilet so he could brush those teeth and he can see the smile that little girl gave him all those nights when he asked to see to make sure he had brushed them right. “She used to climb into my bed every morning and she used to save up her tooth fairy money to buy us all gifts. She’d save food from her dinner for the dogs on the street and i swear on my life i don’t know how to live without her being my baby girl, Grace.” Tears continue to stream down his cheeks as Grace notices the black and white photograph that looked truly as though it had been through the war; as it had. it was stained and slightly run and it was crumpled. A little girl with a toothless grin and Tommy Shelby’s eyes, even with the lack of colour to the old photograph.

“It’s alright Tommy,” Grace hums, rubbing her husbands back soothingly, “She’s your little girl, she always will be.” She knew there was really nothing else she could say that would ease his pain. There was nothing anyone could do or say that would send you back to the little girl he would could throw over his shoulder and run around the house with. There was nothing that could ease the pain of a fathers aching heart when his baby girl becomes a woman who doesn’t need him like she used to.

“Thomas?”

He and Grace look up at Polly. The look in her eyes speaks for her . “She’s ready?” Tommy asks, prompting his aunt to nod her head with a smile. “Come on then, Tom!” Arthur calls from the grand doorway at the top of the steps to the hall. When Tommy and Grace reach him, Arthur wraps his arm roughly around his brothers shoulder and pulls Tommy into him. “Baby (y/n) getting fuckin’ married eh? Can’t fuckin’ believes she’s this fuckin grown up.” He shakes his head, taking his arm away from his brother when they reach the door of the dressing room where you were waiting. “Beautiful she is, Tom.” Arthur says, “Looks just like mum. In you go.” He ushers his younger brother in that door.

Nobody sees Tommy Shelby quite like you do, and he’s happy for it to stay that way. He’s known it since you were a tiny little girl wrapped up in his arms. He doesn't love anyone like he loves you, so it makes full sense that you are the only person in the world who he allows his vulnerability to fully leak through with. Although, he probably couldn't prevent it even if he tried.

Maybe that’s why he doesn't fight so hard to keep his eyes from welling up when he sees you standing there looking in the mirror, donned in the most beautiful white wedding gown that he’s ever seen. Placed in his hand is the stunning light veil that he had picked out for you. The headband was something like a tiara, because you were his princess and he truly believed that everything you had should be the best the world could offer. The dress too had been extortionate and you would never have gotten it had you known the price it had come to, but Tommy had never allowed you to know. He simply had the designers bring an array of dresses to his estate where you tried them all on with Polly, Ada, Lizzie, Grace, Linda and Esme to comment and complement each dress, as well ad aide you on picking the one that suited you the most with cost never a mention. Tommy had preached he ‘no expense spared’ approach the whole way through the planning of the wedding and any timenhe caught you trying to cut or manage costs, he simply shut you down and enforced the rule that the wedding planner was no longer allowed to discuss prices with you.

He had truly created the most fantastical day for you, and he would have spent every single penny that he had if it meant giving you the most beautiful start to a new life that he could give.

You had wanted him to be the one to place that veil on your head with the guidance of your hair dresser to ensure he didn't mess up the design of your hair. He had been the one to place little plastic tiaras on your head when you were merely a little girl who wanted to play princess dress up. He used to be the one to comb back your hair and twirl you around that Watery Lane kitchen with Arthur did the same with Ada and Polly laughed heartily from her seat at the table.

It felt right to have him put a tiara on you one last time as baby Shelby.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathes, his lips stretching into a wide and incredibly proud smile. “So, so very beautiful my darling.” Your cheeks blush ever so slightly and you lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, dad.”

He wants to hug you tightly and never let you go. He wants to will and wish you back to the little girl that he used to twirl around all afternoon. He missed that little girl so much. He had so much love in his heart for you, so much that it overwhelmed him every time he had tried to acknowledge it over the course of your life.

“I love you.” he says, his shaky voice conveying how much he actually means those words. “So much more than you can ever know. I’m going to miss you so much.”

You breathe a short laugh, shaking your head at him. “I’m not going anywhere, dad. I’ll still be seeing you all the time. I’ll just have a different name.” You hold his hand tightly in yours as he leads you out of the dressing room and into the hall towards the large double doors that would take you to the isle.

“Mhm,” he hums, “I suppose. You’ll understand what I mean someday. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“You two ready to go?” The wedding planner asks, watching as you turn to Tommy somewhat excitedly and nod. “You ready dad?” You ask, giving his had a reassuring squeeze. He sighs heavily, but nods his head too, removing his hand from yours and moving his arm so that you can link yours through his. His play on his mind before he says them, a small smile too playing on his lips as the nickname that he used to call you runs through his memory.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, my little love.”

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby x sister reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader #shelby sister #shelby sister reader #shelby!reader

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miss-3625 · 2 years

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Sooo.. I'm currently writing a fanfiction about Encanto.

Called "Tío Bruno y La Familia" on ao3. (My name there is Miss_3625)

[It's also now on Wattpad: My name there is Miss-3625]

The summary is literally just: "Family bonding between Bruno and the rest of the Madrigals."

I would be happy if you would check it out :)

And I'm always open for more ideas! :D

Little sneak peaks:

Chapter 1: Bruno

Being together with the family again, feels weird.

That's one of the first things Bruno noticed, after Casita was whole again and they all began to live together.

...

And it hurt. It hurt so much, to watch his family grow up and live without him and forget about him. But maybe that was what he deserved. What he got, for leaving his familia, but never really leaving.

...

Slowly he got up from his bed - careful of the rats sleeping around him - and stretched.

Maybe - and just maybe - Bad Luck Bruno got lucky.

Chapter 2: Mirabel

Bruno was a loved child.

...

Then he got his gift and slowly but surely, he became Bad Luck Bruno.

...

"Brunito?" He lifted his gaze, looked into his mother's worried eyes and said: "Mamá, I think I can see the future."

Bruno huffed and took a sip from his coffee. The setting evening sun shone through the big windows and painted the kitchen in beautiful red and orange colors. Still to this day, he regretted ever saying that.

...

After careful (knock, knock, knock on wood) knocking on the counter, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

He bumped into someone.

...

Silence. The sound of his louder breathing, is the only sound in the room. Did he do something wrong? Was it too much? Has he said anything that he wasn't supposed to?

...

Suddenly he was embraced in a warm hug. He blinked and stood there stiffly. What is happening? "Oh tío.", he could hear Mirabel mumbling into his ear and she tucked his head into the crook of her neck and oh, this was nice.

Chapter 3: Dolores

Since Bruno could remember, he was always a little different then his sisters.

...

But Bruno? He was alaways shy and akward and thanks to his gift, he only got more shy and akward than he already was.

...

So, Bruno was always the quietest of the family. After he had to hide himself inside the walls, his quietness was a good thing. Always creeping around, careful not to make so much noice and only talking to himself or his little rat friends. Nobody noticed that he was there.

Nobody except Dolores of course.

...

Sometimes when things just got too much for her and she got overwhelmed, he was always there for her and knew, how he got her to calm down again. She couldn't express how thankful she was of him.

But she realized, I don't know how to take care of him. Because right before her, hiding in the darkest corner of his room, was her tío and this time he was overwhelmed and she didn't know, what to do.

...

She hear a small sniffle. Then another and she could feer her tío beginning to shake again. She turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Oh tío.", she mumbled and Bruno began to sob fully.

...

She could feel her ears ringing and her eyes were tearing up, but she just hugged him tighter and swore, to always take care of him. She would protect her tío at all costs. He deserved it.

Chapter 4: It's sleepover night

With a last look into her room, checking that she didn't forget anything - and anything was at his place, because Camili liked to play pranks and steal things from their rooms -, Mirabel closed the door with a smile. Excited of what will follow.

...

So they decided that they should have a sleepover, to get to know the other two better.

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Bruno was sitting at the table, an arepa in his hand - which he waved back and forth as he talked -, while a plate full of food and his little rat friends sat on the table in front of him. The many colours of the setting sun, shone through the big window and painted him in a colourful light, his eyes shining.

...

"Mi-Mirabel, I don't know if that is such a good idea. Heh. I-I mean, it is a great idea for you guys, you know. Getting to know each other, talking about the family and stuff, doing your hair - really good idea, that's important, bu-but I don't think they are going to appreciated you taking me al-long, you know."

...

"Everything is okay tío. You're always welcome here."

...

The next day, when the family sat together for breakfast, they all noticed that these four sat together, big smiles on their faces as their all talked excitedly to each other. All of them with painted nails and different hairstyles. All of the other family members were pleasantly surprised and they all had big and happy smiles on their faces, at seeing the four of them so happy.

#encanto #encanto fandom #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #encanto family #encanto fluff #tio bruno #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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Confession prompt from this list

“Just listen, real closely, alright. And stop laughing.”

It’s late.

It’s a fancy neighbourhood. And Gavin doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing there.

The building is taller than any he’s ever visited, let alone lived in. There’s exotic plants in the lobby and jazz music playing in the elevator.

Trust the plastic prick to manage his finances this well.

Gavin gets to the top floor. He pauses to take in the abstract art on the walls.

They can afford to put Manfred paintings in the hallway? Holy shit. I should turn around and go home right now.

He comes to a stop in front of a double-door. The only one on the floor.

Penthouse? Damn, Tincan…

He starts to reach for the door bell, but then pulls back.

This is crazy. What am I doing?

He spends a few minutes floundering and is just about to walk shamefully back to the elevator when a crashing sound resounds from within the apartment.

“Goddamnit!”

Gavin smiles to himself. His clumsiness and colourful language have fully rubbed off on his partner. Cyberlife’s deep learning algorithms were no match for the company of Gavin Reed.

“Janice, you come back here right now!”

Gavin frowns. He’s heard plenty about the feisty cat but never understood why she had a name befitting an old office secretary. He didn’t understand a lot of things about his partner… but he supposed that was part of the appeal.

Another crash. A loud feline yowl. An exasperated groan.

Is he trying to bathe or skin his cat?

Gavin waits it out as the meows and grunts and crashes continue.

He feels a bit like a creep, eavesdropping on his partner through the door, but he honestly doesn’t know what to do next. He’d worked himself up after a few whisky shots with Hank… the old man convinced him to finally go do the deed… and then all his confidence drained as soon as the autonomous taxi rolled up outside the glittering residential complex. His old insecurities came back in full force.

People like me don’t belong within a mile of this postcode…

What was I thinking?

People like me don’t belong within a mile of people like Nines.

The door suddenly swings open violently.

“Jenson, if it’s about the fucking noise again, I swear to RA9! You are two floors down! How the fuck can you-”

Nines breaks off as he registers the identity of the man lurking outside his door. His blue eyes widen in surprise. Gavin stares back in equal surprise.

The android standing slack-jawed in his doorway looks nothing like the stoic, snooty RK900 that Gavin has come to know and love.

His dark hair hangs loose around his face… he’s bare-legged, actually in his boxers… and there’s a long slit ripped into his thin white t-shirt. Gavin is also a cat-owner. He knows the look. But never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined it on Nines.

“Um… hi …”

“Gavin! What are you doing here?”

“I… was in the neighbourhood.”

Nines nods slowly and Gavin kicks himself mentally.

“Just wanted to say hi. And now I have. Bye.”

Cheeks burning, he’s halfway through turning on his heel, when Nines reaches for his arm.

“Hey wait!”

And before either can say anything else, there’s a flash of black fur shooting though the crack in the door.

“Fuck, Janice!”

Gavin drops to his knees instinctively and deftly traps the rambunctious little animal. He stands up with a grimace.

“You sure she’s a cat? Acts and smells like a dog.”

Nines rolls his eyes and takes his pet back.

“She got stuck on top of my kitchen cabinet and fell in the compost box when I tried to get her down.”

“Man, I keep telling you to buy her a treehouse. She likes exploring.”

“It’ll ruin my whole aesthetic.”

“Can’t be worse than the respect Janice shows your decor today. Get one. I’m telling you. Asshole stopped shredding my curtains immediately when he got his.”

Nines shrugs noncommittally but his LED cycles yellow in a manner that tells Gavin he’s ordering a kitty treehouse immediately.

Janice struggles in Nines’ grasp, clawing at his ruined shirt. He glances down and tosses her back into the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind him. He looks back at Gavin, arms folded over his chest.

“As much as I need it, I’m guessing you didn’t come here to give me pet advice in the middle of the night.”

“No…”

“Then what’s up, Gavin?”

He stares at his feet. The alcohol haze that brought him to Nines’ doorstep is clearing. Under the glow of the crystal chandelier hanging above them, Gavin feels very stupid.

“I… it’s nothing. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Gavin, my scans are telling me all kinds of things right now… but I’d rather you tell me yourself.”

“What?”

“Yeah sorry, I forgot to disable my facial analysis… emotion recognition… and um… pheromone detectors…”

There’s a knowing look on Nines’ face and Gavin feels so damn small.

Guess I shouldn’t bother taking the elevator down. I’ll just jump.

“Tell me, Gavin. Before Janice chews through all the cushions on my couch.”

“I… Nines...”

“Gavin.”

There’s silence, even from within the apartment. Nines’ eyes briefly dart to the door, scanning right through it to check on Janice no doubt, and flit back to Gavin. A teasing smile is playing on the corner of his lips.

The whole game is up. He already knows. Just tell him.

Gavin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Should I go wash the compost off my cat first… or are you planning on telling me sometime tonight?”

His eyes fly open to see Nines stifle a giggle.

What a cocky prick!

Several moments pass with Nines’ mirth steadily increasing and Gavin’s shyness transforming into annoyance.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

“Why?”

“Goddamnit Nines.”

“You’ve never visited me before. I have no idea why you’re here. The least you could do is give me an explanation for showing up unannounced and interrupting my night.”

“Alright, you prick. Just listen, okay. Just listen, real closely, alright. And stop laughing.”

Nines’ hand actually comes up to cup his mouth as his frame shakes with silent laughter.

“You got a lot of attitude for someone getting their ass kicked by a tiny kitten.”

Nines doubles over and holds up a finger, actual tears streaming down his face.

“Oh my god. You’re such an idiot. I can’t believe I was worried about coming here. Shut up for a second. Shut up.”

Nines props himself up against his door. His chest is heaving and he looks ready to burst into another fit of giggles, but he manages to hold it in valiantly.

Gavin clears his throat. He’s come all the way and he’s going to say his piece, fears and insecurities and everything else be damned.

Just as he opens his mouth… Nines pushes himself off the door and reaches for his face. Then suddenly, somehow, he’s being kissed.

Plush lips cover his own, and his eyelids flutter shut as Nines pulls him in. By the time they part for air, both are panting and intertwined in the entranceway.

Nines bumps his nose against Gavin’s.

“So did I guess right? Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

Their eyes lock for a moment and laughter threatens to bubble up once more. Lips trembling, they both manage to quell it. Foreheads touch and each man’s gaze dips back down to the other’s mouth.

They start to lean back in… and then there’s a spectacular shatter of glass from the other side of the door… an accompanying screech… and absolutely no chance of escaping the hilarity that bursts forth once more.

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cherryatiny · 3 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭

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❁ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

It was no secret that your sugar daddy Hongjoong is a born aristocrat, as his rich taste in everything showed up a lot. Ever since a young age, he was taught to love art in all its forms. When his grandparents passed away sadly, he was the chosen one to inherit the prestigious art gallery their family ran for more than 7 decades.

Although he wasn't an artist of the top level, his love to express himself through art never died. So the very first day he took over the gallery, the first thing he ordered his subordinates to do, was to clear out the smaller room in the back of the director's office.

Soon after, he designed the space to an art studio of his liking, where he could freely spend his free time painting, reconstructing clothes, or just rest while stimulating his brain to function more creatively.

Soon after he met you and you two got into the sugar daddy relationship, he found his muse in you. At first, it started by him just taking pics of you at the moments he deemed to be artsy, not long after that he however started calling you to his little studio in the gallery he ran. Always making you sit or lay down on the old valuable settee, that looked like the ones from Renaissance paintings.

Taking you by your hand, he showed you the paintings of the new exhibition he was preparing. The paintings harmonized well, all of them tuned in a dark abstract setting. Loosening your hand out of his grip, you grasped his wrist the same he did with your often, dragging him to the office. He was slightly taken by surprise as he did not expect you to drag him there since you haven't agreed on him painting you today. „Lay down, for today, you'll be my muse Joongie.“

He was laying on the settee, looking up at the ceiling, so his side-profile was fully visible to you, as you painted him on the canvas. Mixing colours to your liking, you made the portrait of your Hongjoong look abstract, as it matched the art style he often used.

After hours of painting, when you did the last line with your paintbrush, you sighed out tiredly, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you observed your creation. „My muse, you can come here and admire yourself on the canvas.“ Standing up swiftly, he came over to you, leaning forward, his arm wrapping around the shoulder of your sitting self as he was all eyes on the painting.

„It's... spectacular. I- I'm at a loss of words, why did you never tell me you had a talent for painting my darling? If I added this painting to the exhibition there, I can guarantee you, that this will be the most favoured painting in my gallery.“

❁ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

You don't even know why you applied to become Seonghwa's secretary a few months ago, considering you've never worked in this type of branch. But it was probably the best decision of your life because if you wouldn't have applied for the secretary position, you wouldn't have met your sugar daddy Seonghwa.

At first, the work was a disaster as your relationship with your boss didn't start off very well. He was giving you tons of work to do, the stupidest arrangements that were completely unnecessary to make, or the most boring workshops and meetings to take you to with him.

But after the one night at a business conference in Milan when you two got closer than one would expect you to and got into the sugar daddy relationship, his attitude to you drastically changed.

Your secret relationship also made him give you easier and different tasks to do, he as well deemed you to be more reliable than before, which resulted in him giving you free hand in literally everything. He was actually taken aback by how competent you were at your tasks. Doing everything you were told to do, ten times better than he would have probably done.

One night, as you two were cuddling on the couch in his place while looking out of the large glass wall with the sighting of the whole town, he spoke out, „Y/N why didn't you tell me you had such talent for scheduling, strategic planning and business stuff? I should have made you the director of strategic planning or something like that. But then... I get to be closer to you when you're my secretary, my beautiful baby.“

❁ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Ah, shit! The actress who was supposed to play the walk-on in the hospital scene with Yunho, can't get here as something happened to her. What do we do now?“ yelled the director out of frustration as the actress announced she can't arrive just a few minutes before they were supposed to shoot.

You were just finishing your sugar daddy Yunho's outfit for the shoot as you were the main costumer for this k-drama. Yunho stood up from his seat as you finished his stylist, bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, before going over to the director with a worried look on his usually joyful face.

You were clearing off the stuff you used on him back to where it belonged to. Eyeing Yunho talk with the director from distance, the two of them occasionally flashing looks at you. When they stopped talking, Yunho jogged to you with the beaming smile you knew that well on his face. His puppy-like features always flashed out when he had any good news, giving him the look that was asking him what he wanted to say.

„Get changed. You've got the role of the girl who's missing.“ you raised your eyebrows at what he just said, taken aback as you did not really understand what he was talking about. You and acting? „Come on, get dressed, we don't have much time. Here's the script.“ handing you the bunch of papers and the outfit the girl was supposed to wear, he motioned for you to go to the changing room.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you went away from the shooting site. „Wow, ms. Y/N, are you sure you didn't study acting? Although it was supposedly your first time acting, it was so natural. Wow, I'm glad Yunho showed you to me, you are for real like a hidden gem. Would you... maybe be interested in any more acting in future?“ asked the director with a glance of hope in his eyes after you finished shooting the small part in the k-drama your sugar daddy was starred in. Looking at him, wondering what Yunho's opinion was, the proud and encouraging smile on his face hinting that he really wanted you to accept the offer made by his boss.

„I'm so proud of you princess. My little talented actress, I love you.“

❁ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Groaning softly, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up, looking at the empty spot beside you. You were sleeping at Yeosang's home, but as you could see, he didn't seem to be sleeping. Slipping your feet into the fluffy slippers with rabbit eyes, you wrapped your body tighter in Yeosang's shirt you were sleeping in, as the air was rather cool.

Opening the door of his bedroom, you went down the stairs of his apartment, down to the living room where a small table lamp was lit. Your sleepy sugar daddy sitting by the desk covered in many papers that seemed to be related to his prosecutor work.

Approaching him, you caressed his shoulder, which woke him up from his quick nap, „Mhm, Y/N. You can go back to sleep, I'll be there soon, I just have to finish this.“ You knew well that that wasn't the case and he won't be there soon. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his neck, sitting down on his lap, his hand caressing your exposed thighs. „What are you working on, Yeo?“

„I'm treading through the case files, but I just can't take the next step. The police want me to indict him of murder, but the defendant is justifying himself saying that it was an accident and that he should be only indicted of manslaughter.“ Taking the case files from his hand, you read through them since your unbiased opinion might be of help to him.

Taking a pen from his desk, you underlined the facts you thought were important in your lay opinion. Handing it to him, he read focused on the underlined sentences, his eyes lighting up in hope. „Oh my god, Y/N. You're the saviour of my life, this is the core issue but it hasn't even struck up to me. I love you so much, my little prosecutor.“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Sannie, could you please tie my swimsuit?“ you held your hair in a ponytail so it did not get into the way as San tied the ribbon on the back of your swimsuit. You smiled at him as a way to say thank you, leaving the hotel suite your sugar daddy San reserved for you two to enjoy your vacation to the fullest.

San took your hand in his, your fingers intertwining as you walked down the hotel's luxurious corridors to the private beach. „Now, what does my beautiful baby plan on doing today?“ questioned san as he pulled you to him as close as possible. „Hm, I don't know, I'll probably do nothing all day long, just lay on the beach and sunbathe.“

„Then I'll keep you company while you do your nothing.“ giggles were leaving you two as you talked more while on the way to the sea. But as you started nearing the beach, loud dance music coming from the speakers. „What's that...?“ As you got to the beach, a group of people was doing dance work-outs there to the rhythm of the music.

„I have no idea what they are doing, but let's try Y/N“ and without giving you a chance to protest, San tugged you there by your wrist, right to the centre of the imaginary dance floor. He started dancing just as the instructor did, gesturing you to do the same.

Soon after you submitted to his nagging, doing the same as him to the rhythm of the energetic music. „Y/N, you're doing so well. Would I have known about your talent to dance, I would have taken you to some studio a long ago.“

❁ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

After that one ball, you two met together at, you got invited to countless more balls to keep your boss company. Over that many times you two spent together, you get to know each other more and more until eventually, he somehow became your sugar daddy and boyfriend in one.

Tonight was very special, Mingi as the chairman of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country, got invited to the ball held by the president for the most influential people in the country. And when he stopped by your apartment with a beautiful night-robe, a pair of brand-new heels and a golden envelope with the letter of invitation in it, you almost fainted from the delight you felt.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but watch you like a movie on nights like this. Because you seemed so interested in these events, that it truly amazed him how you could act so interested in the talk of the attendants when it bore him to death. You just seemed so natural at attending events like this, you could dance, you knew all the protocol rules, you could pretend interest or know how to answer to the business talk others often held with you. He just couldn’t help but admire the talent you had for the formal events.

Excusing you from their speech, Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist, taking you to the middle of the dance floor as your favourite dance song was playing. Moving slowly, you melted into his touch as you enjoyed each other’s presence dancing the slow dances. „I'm amazed my dear Y/N, I can't bring myself to be interested in talking to these egoistic geezers for more than 5 minutes. Thank god I have you, my talented princess.“

❁ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

When you spent the night at your sugar daddy Wooyoung’s place, you usually weren’t allowed to even be near the kitchen as he insisted “he treats his princess food and she shouldn’t cook, because what if she cuts herself?” so today, as he had to rush to the work early in the morning because of some urgent, leaving you in his immense mansion alone.

And that meant you had a free pass to cook something in his kitchen. But seeing how emptied his fridge was, you opted for something more simple in a form of stir-fried tofu with vegetables. Washing the fresh vegetables thoroughly, you dried them, placing them on the breadboard, to cut them. All of his knives were sharp as Wooyoung was doing his best to keep his kitchen in the best state.

Throwing the tofu cubes onto the pan with a heated droplet of olive oil, you stirred them until they roasted into golden colour, adding the cut vegetables and cooking rice in the meanwhile. Not at all realizing that there was a pair of eyes watching you from the doorframe.

Leaving you like that, Wooyoung in the meanwhile went to change into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, maybe a quick shower. And so when he came back, you were already turning off the stove. „Well, well, well, what do I see? Looks like someone used my kitchen behind my back.“

You jumped in your place lightly, your breathing heavy at how startled you were upon Wooyoung talking to you out of nowhere. „Jung Wooyoung, for how long have you been there?“ he put on a grimace, pretending to be pondering over it. „Probably ever since you added the veggies to eat and started singing to those annoying songs.“

„They’re not annoying, you’re just too old to understand them. Anyway, if you want to nag at me for using your kitchen, do it after you taste my delicious meal. Seems like you were in rush this morning, so you probably haven’t eaten anything“ Placing the plate in front of him, you sat opposite of him, waiting to see what his reaction would be as he had never tasted your cookings before.

„Mhmm, are you sure you’ve cooked it yourself? If so... why have I never let you in my kitchen, when this is so delicious? Gosh, my princess is such a good cook.“ Your smile was full of delight at his compliment as you watched him stuff his mouth full of your food.

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„Y/N, I’m going to the restroom, you’ll wait for me, right?“ you nodded, watching your sugar daddy Jongho leave the studio. Standing up, you sat down on the now-emptied armchair in front of the PC screens, your eyes scanning the colourful music segments on the screen.

You picked up the sheaf of papers with the notes to his newest song, along with the lyrics he’s written himself. Your eyes ran over the notes and the lyrics and as you were re-reading the text for the 3rd time, you started humming to it, trying to get the right melody Jongho was intending on having in the song.

Opening the door to the studio, Jongho noticed you sitting on the chair, your back turned to him and that resulted in you still being oblivious to his presence. And he didn’t dare to make a move, standing in the door-frame and watching you humming to the song in amazement that you weren’t tone-deaf like most non-musical people were, as you hit all the tones.

„Woah Y/N, are you a trained singer or something? Why didn’t you tell me you were good at music? I would have taken you here long time ago...“

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wlwmarvelenthusiast · 3 years

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More Than A Friend

Summary: A weekend trip with Carol leads you to realize you might like her a little more than you'd thought.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 6,194

You crept into the bar. It was a rowdy place, even this early in the evening. Your eyes scanned the crowd, taking in all the different people that were scattered throughout the room. The football game was playing on the TV, but unfortunately, it wasn't really your sport. Finally, your eyes landed on a blonde sitting at the bar. You moved toward her, a smirk on your face. You didn't even bother to slide into the seat next to her.

Your hand touched her hip and your lips were right next to her ear when you spoke. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing all alone here?"

She startled a little, whipping to face you. When she saw you, though, she smacked you away, an unamused expression taking over the surprised look she'd had a minute ago. You slid onto the stool next to her, eyes watching as the bartender held up a single finger to indicate he'd be over to you in a moment. You only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the girl beside you, the smirk still on your lips.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" She rolled her eyes.

"Come off it, Care-bear, you love me."

"Christ, I hate when you call me that."

"I apologize, oh Captain, my captain."

The bartender arrived and prevented her from retaliating. You didn't even bother looking back at her as you ordered your drink of choice, glancing up at the football game that you didn't care about in order to not look at Carol. She finally snorted and bumped her shoulder against yours. It made you look back at her, unable to keep a smile from forming on your face when she gave you a hearty wink. She laughed.

"How was work?"

You shrugged. "People are idiots."

When you were sixteen, you'd worked a retail job where you'd learned just how stupid people really were. You'd learned that fully-grown adults had nothing better in their lives to do than yell at teenaged, minimum wage workers during their spare time for nothing more than a minor inconvenience. When you'd become an Avenger, you thought that would stop. You were incorrect. You might not have been a teenaged retail worker anymore, but people found a reason to lose their temper anyway- even right after you'd saved their life.

"That good, huh?" She chuckled.

"Are people nicer on other planets, Care-bear? Take me with you?"

"They're not, no," Carol huffed, sipping from her glass. "And the drinks don't taste as good."

You wondered what she was drinking that she seemed to be enjoying so much. It was colourful, and had, at this point, piqued your interest. You reached out and snatched from where it sat in front of her on the bar. You sniffed it first. It was something fruity, that was all you could figure. Finally, you dared raise the glass to your lips. The second the liquid touched your tongue you felt like you might overdose on sugar and sweetness.

"Oh, my God, Carol!" You exclaimed, setting the drink back down on the bar top and sliding it to her. "What the hell is that?"

"She got it extra sweet," the bartender said as he walked by. "Your friend's got a sugar addiction."

It didn't seem to bother her at all. While you felt you could puke from the sugar content alone, she was sipping it happily. You rolled your eyes at her, reaching for your own drink, much preferring the taste of it. Carol turned to you suddenly, the straw still between her lips. You watched as she lowered it back down, using the same straw to stir the drink around, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as she did. She sipped it again.

"What's our weekend plans, then?" Carol asked finally.

"Who says I have plans with you?"

"Oh, please. You practically begged me to come stay on Earth for a weekend."

"I did absolutely no such thing."

You absolutely did do that. Carol was away from Earth more often than not and you missed her. It wasn't like it was a crime to. So, you'd phoned her up and asked her over and over to come spend just one weekend on Earth with you. She'd finally agreed on the eighth ask, and now here you sat; on the right of the girl you'd missed so dearly, teasing her relentlessly about whatever that abomination was swirling around in her glass.

"We're taking my new car on a little road trip," you finally gave, sipping your drink. "Music, fast-food, and deep talks on the interstate."

"Snacks?"

"Snacks too," you promised with a chuckle. "And we can get a nice motel room or pitch a tent at night. Whichever you please."

You had to laugh at the smile that had crept over her face. The way she giggled in excitement, you had to wonder if it'd just been too long since her last day off or if the alcohol had gotten to her already. She waved the bartender lever as she finished hers. He placed a new one in front of her, and she thanked him quickly, bringing it close and immediately bringing the straw between her lips. You wondered whether the sugar or alcohol content would hospitalize her quicker.

"So, when do we leave?" She chirped.

"In the morning. Don't drink too much. You'll get hungover and I want to actually have fun."

She stuck her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes in response, finishing your own drink and then declining another. You didn't want to be hungover when you were the one driving the two of you around. The bartender brought you a pop instead. You sipped on it, watching a bar-goer stumbled over with a drunk grin on his face and tapped Carol on the shoulder. He said something you didn't quite hear, but you saw Carol nod. He took her hands and dragged her onto the dance floor. You brought her drink toward you.

Carol was a flirt. She always had been. She was a flirt with you, your teammates, and strangers. She was also gay. This dance with this guy didn't mean much to her. You weren't sure if it even meant much to him. You couldn't be sure that he'd even remember this dance. He was absolutely wasted, and it wasn't even midnight. Regardless, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes travelled up and down Carol's body and you squeezed the glass in your hand a little tighter. You were protective of her, despite knowing she could absolutely hold her own.

When the song finished, she winked at him, retreating back to your spot at the bar. She finished up her drink and then insisted the two of you head back to your place and that you were right: she didn't want to be nursing a hangover while you were supposed to be having a good time. You paid the bartender and then linked your arm with hers, leading her out the door and onto the streets. She glanced up at the tall buildings around her. A smile had formed on her face.

"You don't appreciate how beautiful this place is."

You glanced up at the glowing buildings that towered above you and marvelled, for a moment, at the soft light that radiated off them. Your gaze was tugged downward, though, at a rustling noise. You were snapped back into the reality of your city as you watched a rat scurry along the curb of the sidewalk in the direction opposite you. You chuckled at that, motioning to it as you looked up to catch Carol's bright gaze.

"Surely some of those planets are far more beautiful than this."

She shrugged. "Some, maybe. Some are worse. Some are kind of alike to this. This has always been my favourite, though."

You might have understood that if Carol had taken the time to visit the actual beautiful parts of the Earth. But she was always in the city. She'd never gone to stare in amazement at a waterfall or glance at towering mountains. She had never seen the true beauties of this Earth, and you promised in that moment to change that fact. If she thought New York City was beautiful, she would be blown off her feet by the things you showed her.

"One day, Carol, I'll show you the actual beautiful things on this Earth."

"You're pretty beautiful yourself."

You smacked her. That was her flirty side coming out once again. It didn't mean anything. It never had. So, you wondered what that strange flutter in your chest was when she said the words. You ignored it, passing it off as a longing for a meaningful relationship. You hadn't had one of those in a while now. You probably just wanted someone to say those words to you and mean it. You made a mental note to sign up for an online dating site after the weekend had passed. It was too hard to meet people in your line of work without them.

"Yeah, I know," was all you gave in response.

When you glanced over at her, she had a grin on her face.

It wasn't long until you'd reached your apartment building. You smiled at the front desk as you entered the lobby and immediately made for the elevator. You pressed the button to the seventh floor and waited patiently for the doors. You knew Carol was suppressing a squeal of glee when they arrived. She usually just flew everywhere. Using simple inventions like this one had always gotten her more excited than the average person. To anyone else, an elevator was just a boring elevator.

"Can I do it?" She asked as you pulled out your key.

Carol really was just like a child, in a sense. Everything was so advanced out in space that these were the things she enjoyed doing. You pointed out the bronze key and watched her run ahead. She practically skipped the distance to your apartment door. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it, glancing back at you and smiling widely when the door pushed open. You smiled affectionately as you took the key back from her.

She may not have visited Earth overly often, but every time she did, she visited your apartment. Resultantly, she knew her way around. She knew, as well, that you didn't mind in the slightest if she made herself at home. She slid her shoes off and jumped onto the couch, pulling the blanket down over top of her and snuggling into it. You actually took a photo of the sight before you moved into the room behind her, lifting her legs, sitting on the couch, and then dropping them back over your lap.

"Can we watch a movie?" Carol asked, pleading gaze turning to you.

You showed her the remote you'd been reaching for. "Already on it, Captain Danvers."

"I take it back," she giggled, tossing her head back so that it hit the armrest. "That's worse. You can call me-"

"Aw, my Care-Bear!" You laughed, shifting your position so you could throw your arms around her shoulders.

Carol grunted at the impact against her torso. Once you settled, though, she breathed a little easier. You were both squished against one side of the couch, now, but the closeness was nothing new to you. You still had the remote in hand, and aimed it at the TV, managing to get it to Netflix. You flicked on a random horror movie, setting the remote back down on the coffee table in front of you. You nestled back into the cushions.

It had always amused you how jumpy Carol got when she watched horror movies. She was a literal superhero that fought literal aliens all the night and day and yet a ghost jumping out of a darkened corridor had her cringing away from the TV screen and pulling the blanket further up her body as if in an attempt to protect her. She would always adamantly deny it if you ever brought it up later. You would never show her the picture you had of her, fuzzy blue blanket pulled all the way up to her nose, eyes wide, as she watched The Conjuring. She would delete it off your phone as you slept.

Today, though, her nerves seemed to be calmed somewhat by the cup of tea she had clasped between her hands. She looked entirely content, sitting cross-legged on the couch with that same fuzzy blanket draped over her lap and a grey, ceramic mug warming her palms. The alcohol had clearly gotten to her a little, you realized, as you watched her eyelids droop every once in a while. The corner of your mouth tilted upward ever so slightly. She was wide awake a moment later.

It was a sudden jump scare. Even being half asleep, Carol was still paying attention. So, when the TV boomed and there was a flash and a scream, she jumped. The tea that she'd been holding in her lap sloshed over the edges, a large amount of liquid soaking into the couch cushions. You were out of your seat in an instant, reaching for the remote to pause. Carol was apologizing profusely, jumping to her feet and following you to the kitchen.

"It's okay, Carol. It's fine," you chuckled, wetting a dish towel and grabbing some paper towels. "Hey, it's fine. Really. Chill out."

Carol seemed hesitant to do that. When you lightheartedly flicked the wet towel at her, though, she finally smiled taking the paper towel out of your hand and heading back to the living room, pressing the paper towel into the couch and absorbing as much of the liquid as she could. When she'd finished, you used the wet rag to clean the beverage out. As you tossed the paper towel away and threw the dishrag into the kitchen sink, you stood back and took a look at the large wet spot on the couch.

"Guess we're moving to my room, then. Let's go, Care-Bear."

Carol nodded. She trod behind you into the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed. She was lagging behind and you waved her onward to hurry her up. She finally jumped onto the bed and sat next to you, sliding her legs underneath the covers. You turned on the small TV in your room and resumed the movie you'd been watching. In the soft comfort of the bed, though, it seemed the tug for sleep was greater. Carol's eyes finally fluttered shut and she lay down against the pillows. You chuckled, turning off the movie.

You, unlike your friend, hadn't fallen asleep involuntary. You were able to head to the bathroom and brush your teeth before yawning tiredly and deciding to join. You padded back into the room, climbed under the covers, shut off the lights, and lay your head onto your own pillow. You smiled once at Carol's sleeping figure before you shut your eyes, letting sleep take you.

As hard as you tried to convince her, you weren't able to get Carol to stick her head back inside the sunroof. You weren't sure how to breeze was so exhilarating to her. The superhuman could fly faster than your car was going right now. The wind in her hair had to be a familiar feeling at this point. Plus, there were no laws against flying above the interstate to feel the wind in your hair. There were, however, laws about standing with your entire torso stuck out the roof of the car.

You'd given up a while ago. If she fell out, she'd be just fine. If she got you a ticket? Oh, there would be serious hell to pay. She'd agreed to that already. You'd honestly be surprised, though, if she did get ticketed. It'd be quite a sight to see: a measly police officer ticketing the Human-Kree Hybrid superhero. That sight alone might actually be worth the fine you would have to pay. By the time she'd pulled her head back in, though, blonde hair windblown and a smile plastered to her face, you'd yet to see a single cop.

"Have fun?" You asked, doing up the sunroof.

"Absolutely. You should try."

"Do you know how to drive?" You scoffed.

"I can fly a ship."

"Yeah, I'm sure UFO controls are much different than cars so I'm gonna have to politely ask you to stay the hell away from my car."

Carol only stuck her tongue out at you. She still didn't do her seatbelt up yet. She twisted her body so that she could reach into the back seat. You turned back to the road, but when you shot a second glance at her a few seconds later, she was popping open a can of Pringles with a large grin on her face. She bit down onto a chip with a giggle before turning the can to you. You reached into it with one hand and took a small handful of them, setting them down on the centre console for easier access.

"Where are we staying tonight?" Carol asked through a mouthful of chips.

"A campground up in a small town in Ontario," you hummed. "It's still a good few hours away. I'd ask if you wanted to stop for food, but I'd guess you've filled up on snacks."

She dug through her backpack. "Do I need this?"

She held up the passport you'd made her get last time the two of you had headed up to Toronto. Despite the fact that she really wasn't a citizen of the United States... or even of Earth, you'd managed to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to make you an exception for Carol. It was the perks of being an Avenger, and a close friend of Nick Fury, you supposed. To answer her question, you simply nodded your head as you reached for the Gatorade in your cup holder. She stuck the papers back into her bag.

"So, are you seeing anyone?"

The question almost made you spit the red beverage onto the steering wheel. It wasn't that you and Carol had never talked about it. She was one of your closest friends, after all. She was the first one you'd called when you'd realized your feelings for your last girlfriend, and she was the first one you'd called when you'd broken up. Carol wasn't someone you didn't talk about your love life with. It was just that it was completely and entirely out of the blue. It didn't help that the answer was still no, even after the long period of time since she'd last asked it.

You'd tried to assure yourself that you were just busy with work. It wasn't a lie. You'd been busy as hell ever since Loki's sceptre had inexplicably gone missing after the Battle in New York. But it wasn't just that, you knew full well. Something seemed to be wrong with your brain, or maybe your heart. Maybe it was just that your standards were practically in the clouds, but no one seemed attractive to you anymore. Not even the girl Natasha had tried to set you up with (and you were well convinced that Natasha only knew attractive people).

"Not at the moment, no," you finally admitted. "You?"

"On-and-off," she shrugged. "Just a girl from a planet called Xandar."

A pang of jealousy struck your chest. You were carving something- anything. You would've given anything even for something on-and-off just about now. Had it really been that long? You could hardly believe you were jealous of her. It wasn't like you to be jealous of something someone else had. You were supposed to be happy for her, not sulking over your own lack of a love life... or sex life. You forced a smile at her, wishing it could be real.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me about her."

"Not too much to tell," Carol said, biting down on a potato chip. "She's cute, funny, sweet. A little younger than me, but most people are," she chuckled as she glanced over at you. You plastered a phone smile back onto your lips and forced a laugh from your chest. "Her name's Alya."

You almost grumbled, but managed to bite your tongue on time. You resorted to ripping open a packet of gummy bears in order to keep your mouth full and therefore unable to make any snarky comments. Carol didn't seem to notice that, only reaching over and grabbing a green bear out of the bag. Though you might have been a little frustrated, you let her. It wasn't her fault that you were touch-starved and desperate.

"You know, we could spend this trip trying to find you a girlfriend," Carol grinned, tossing a candy into the air and catching it in her mouth.

"No," you denied immediately. You didn't need for her to see how weird your head was being right now. You were certain there was no one she could find that would be able to snap you out of this strange state of no one being attractive to you, yet craving someone. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend in Ontario."

"What's wrong with girls from Ontario?" Carol teased.

She'd been to Ontario once before. She'd pointed out that, though they may have dressed a little different and talked a little different, the girls from Ontario were just as attractive as the girls from New York. You'd had to point out that, at the time, she'd had a girlfriend. With Carol's ogling at girls on Earth, clearly, she and the girlfriend hadn't been working out well. They'd broken up two weeks later, leaving them both a little hurt, but not beyond repair. Even still, they saw each other for lunch or for a drink, but just as friends. It was admirable; the respect they had retained for one another.

"Nothing is wrong with girls from Ontario," you huffed. "I'm just not in the mood. This is supposed to be our weekend."

"What if I want to spend our weekend finding you a girl?"

"I don't. Drop it," you finally snapped.

Immediately guilt rushed to settle in the pit of your stomach. You readjusted your grip on the steering wheel as your gaze refused to leave the road in front of you. You didn't want to glance over at the frown that had surely taken the place of that infectious smile you loved so dearly. You definitely didn't want to look at it knowing that you were the cause of it. Carol was so incredibly joyful all the time and that was one of the things you loved about her. To be the one who had taken that joy from her, even momentarily, broke your heart.

"I'm sorry," you muttered.

She didn't answer that.

You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat as you tried to focus on driving instead of picturing the frown that was probably tugging at each of Carol's features. You wished you could actually physically kick yourself for what you'd done. She didn't deserve you snapping at her like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. You were just being pissy for reasons you weren't sure even you quite understood. You finally turned to her, but she was looking out the window.

"Look, Carol-"

"Hey, don't worry. Sorry I pushed."

You didn't deserve Carol Susan Jane Danvers one single bit. She deserved more than the world and you swore right then you'd work every moment to give that to her. Despite how you'd treated her for reasons she couldn't possibly have understood, when she turned to you, she was still smiling. As always, her smile put a smile on your face too. You turned away from those soft brown eyes to glance back at the road in front of you.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped. I just... it's a long story, Care-Bear."

"We've got a long ride ahead of us," she tried.

"I don't know that I'm feeling like talking about it right this second," you admitted.

She seemed to accept that. You felt her touch your arm with her hand. Warmth seemed to rush from her touch, up your arms, and into your chest. How one person could instill such comfort into you amazed you. She said a few soft words to you that you didn't quite hear, but you felt you might not need to. You knew they were words of comfort. Just that knowledge was enough to put a smile onto your face. Your eyes flickered from her to the road.

"No problem," Carol chimed. Then, without missing a single beat, she changed the subject. "Hey, which bag did you put the Fuzzy Peaches in?"

"The green backpack."

Just like that, it was easy again. Carol didn't let you linger on just how upset you were for more than a second. She practically dived into the back seat for the backpack, reappearing with the orange package in her hand. She plopped back down into her seat, still refused to put her seatbelt on, and ripped the package open. She reached out and turned up the music when one of your favourite songs came on. You wondered if she knew that.

"No! That piece goes over here!" You insisted.

Carol frowned and handed you the long pole.

Pitching a tent with an alien who hadn't even known was a tent was, up until five minutes ago, was not easy. She'd practically rolled herself up like a burrito in the rain fly right after nearly putting the stakes directly through the floor to pin the tent down. You'd been guiding her, preventing any damage from coming to it. She was listening intently, making sure she did everything exactly how you said. She stuck the peg through the guy line and looked at you.

"Like that?"

"Yeah. Perfect. I think we're just about done, Care-Bear."

At that, she unzipped the door, diving through it into the empty tent. You reached into the trunk of your car, throwing the many pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags through behind her, not caring much where they landed. When you finally shut the door and ducked into the tent, Carol was beneath the large pile, peering out from where only the top half of her face was visible. You had to chuckle, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it over her face.

Carol insisted she set up. She had you sit aside by the door, munching happily on a small bowl of popcorn as you watched. She carefully unzipped the sleeping bags and lay them down on the floor, putting the pillows atop them, and then the two comforters stacked on top of each other on top of that. When she finally finished, she gestured proudly to her completed setup. You raised an eyebrow.

"We both sleeping there?"

She nodded. "It's cold."

You had to give her that. You were practically shivering just from waiting for her to finish. The sun had dipped beyond the horizon at this point, the darkness of night did nothing to heat up the air around you. You clambered under the blankets, careful not to drop any of the popcorn you still held. You placed it next to you, letting Carol reach over and grab some as she, too, climbed into the makeshift bed. She popped a piece into her mouth.

"Up to talking about it yet?"

It was a genuine question. Carol wasn't pushy. That was something you could tell by her tone. She had waited patiently and was continuing to wait for you to be ready to talk about what you needed to talk about. She didn't want you bottling it up, but she didn't want to pressure you. She was able to do that. You glanced down at the red blanket that covered your legs, pondering her question for a moment. Then you nodded your head yes.

"I just haven't felt myself recently," you shrugged. "I would like to get out there and find someone, no doubt. Recently, though, it's like my standards are unmeetable. No one seems even remotely appealing to me."

"No one at all?"

"Nat tried to set me up with her Russian model friend," you said, turning to Carol with a grin finally on your lips.

"Nothing?" Carol said, an exaggerated amount of shock on her face. "You must be broken."

You shoved her. She chuckled; the offensive action having done nothing. She was inhumanly strong. If you'd decided to punch her, you likely would've broken your hand against her. She shoved you back, only lightly, so you moved a few inches away from her. She stuck her hand back into the popcorn bowl as you shuffled back into your place beside her. She was chewing thoughtfully, and you didn't dare interrupt her with the very focused expression on her face.

"Do you already like someone? That usually takes away the appeal of anyone else."

You stopped to think about that. You knew that could be the case. In eleventh grade when you'd had a crush on Adelaide Artenbaker, you'd suddenly failed to find anyone else attractive at all. Of course, Adelaide had eventually rejected you on account that she was straight as an arrow. It wasn't malicious. She'd actually given you a kiss on the cheek and assured you that, if she discovered wasn't, she'd let you know. It had made you laugh.

Now, you had to wonder if there was anyone that was making your stomach flip and making you dismiss anyone else. It wasn't the Avengers. You'd been in the changing room with Natasha, the Black fucking Widow, two days ago, and she'd strutted up to you in nothing but her bra and underwear. You hadn't even bat an eyelash as she'd asked you if you wanted to get some Chinese food after the mission (but you had said yes, of course).

"Yeah. Maybe."

Her words had knocked some serious sense into you. You definitely had a crush on someone, and it had definitely been impairing your ability to get out on a date. That someone was around so little, though, that you hadn't realized right away just how you felt for them. Maybe if she visited Earth a little more often, you'd have realized why you blushed so deeply when she'd crawled into bed with you last night or right now.

"Who is it, then?"

Carol had a girlfriend. It may have been on-again-off-again, but she had a girlfriend. You were not now, nor ever, someone who would come between that. You were going to let her be happy with someone who was making her happy and you were going to be happy for her. You plastered a smile onto your face and reached into the bowl of popcorn that sat on your lap, letting the snack cloud the feelings of jealousy that you knew now weren't jealousy of a relationship, but if Carol.

"Nat."

Carol didn't miss a single beat. "Liar."

You glared at her. "The fuck do you mean? Telling me who I do and do not like?"

"I know who has your heart right now. It isn't Nat."

This time when she reached for the popcorn, she leaned over. To support her weight, her hand came to rest on your upper thigh. You had to refrain from reacting. You sucked the inside of your cheek between your teeth, biting hard on it to suppress any sort of reaction that Carol would have noticed. It seemed to have worked. She grabbed a small handful and then backed away, the pressure of her hand disappearing from your limb.

"Yeah? Who is it, then?"

"Someone that likes you back."

"And who says Nat doesn't?"

You might have actually been offended if it weren't Carol you were talking to. You were good enough for Natasha, right? She was practically a goddess in respect to her looks, but you were something, too. Not that you liked Natasha in that way. She was a friend. Carol was the one that you cared about. Something about that sweet smile and that confidence mixed with an innocence she had after being away from Earth for so long warmed your heart every time.

"Fair," Carol admitted. "But you know, you're pretty oblivious. With all the hints I've been dropping, you'd think you'd have realized your feelings are reciprocated."

"What?"

"I like you, dumbass. More than a friend likes a friend."

Your jaw might have dropped. You coughed, choking on the popcorn that you'd been eating as you whirled to face the blonde. She had a twinkle in her eyes, and a giggle escaped her lips when she saw the expression on your face. She tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in her mouth. She chewed on it as she waited, arms crossed, for you to collect yourself. Finally, after a long drink of water, you calmed.

"Pardon?"

"You're an idiot," she mumbled.

Then she grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you closer. You didn't fail to notice, as your lips moved against hers, that she moved the popcorn bowl so that it wouldn't spill. It seemed completely unimportant, though. You felt everything starting to melt away into Carol Danvers. Her lips were talented and kissing her felt like an intricate sport and suddenly you needed to breathe. When you pushed away, you realized what you'd done wrong.

Her feelings to you didn't matter. She had a girlfriend. Unless that fact changed, she and you didn't get to be more than your friend. You pushed her even further away. You knew she had the ability to, but she didn't resist. You backed off a little further so that your bodies were completely separated. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but she didn't push. She even waited for you to speak first. Your eyes wouldn't meet hers.

"You have a girlfriend."

"I just said that to make you jealous," she scoffed.

You immediately got defensive. "I was not jealous."

"You were so!"

"Shut up."

She did. You suspected the only reason she had shut up was because she was kissing you again. It didn't matter. You were on cloud nine. You felt right again. You felt more right now than you ever had. Carol was exactly what you had needed for longer than you could figure out right then. She was clouding your thoughts and, honestly, you couldn't have cared less. You didn't want to think about anything besides how good her lips felt on yours right then.

You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at her for the little stunt she had pulled. You could only be glad that this so-called girlfriend wasn't actually real, and was just a part of her stupid plan. Without the girlfriend, you were free to kiss her as much as she would let you. Judging by how she was kissing you now, she wasn't going to stop you anytime soon. Her teeth grazed your bottom lip as she pulled away, not moving more than an inch from your lips, though.

The hand that clasped your shirt uncurled. She pressed her hand flat against the centre of your chest, pushing you onto your back. You had to chuckle as her knees pressed into the ground on either side of your waist. She kissed your nose once, scowling at the laughs that were beginning to bubble from your chest. You leaned up and kissed her lips for a brief moment, before using a hand to caress her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. You were right," you stated. "I'm kinda glad you were right."

"You're kind of glad? Can you imagine how stupid I'd have looked if I were wrong?" Carol laughed.

"Quite," you agreed with a nod.

You pulled her down next to you, wrapping your arms around her and feeling hers do the same to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking the time to admire her smiling face. She giggled a little, pecking your lips quickly. She didn't linger, though, having been preoccupied in reaching over your shoulder into the bowl of popcorn once more. She shoved a few pieces into her mouth and chewed happily.

"Care-Bear, what's more important: me or snacks?"

"You are a snack."

You gaped. "How the hell did you learn that term?"

She shrugged. "I hear things."

You rolled your eyes, pushing her away from you. She let you, reaching for her water bottle to wash down some of the salty flavour that had come off the popcorn. She offered you some water, which you accepted. When you finished and handed the bottle back to her, she pulled you close to her. Your body moved until it was flush against hers. Her torso was so warm you could've fallen asleep right then and there.

"You're more important."

Being more important than snacks, in the opinion of Carol Danvers, was just about the highest compliment you could have received.

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Pegging for it

Request: PEGGING SPENCER PEGGING SPENCER PEGGING SPENCER

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! On everything this submission made me gasp, it’s so wild, but very interesting request. Hope you enjoy it and for anyone reading, I hope you’re ready for some S M U T. Yes, the title is a pun. Sue me.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: SMUT (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Swearing, pegging, female masturbation, mention of anal sex, mention of penetrative sex, fem!dom, male!sub, oral (female and male receiving), slapping, rough play, anal fingering, sex toys

Word count: 2.3k

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Finding someone as sexually adventurous as you were was a hard task to succeed in. Countless partners of yours were often turned off by your dominating role in bed. By no means were you dominatrix, but if your partner wasn’t satisfying you, you had no choice but to take the wheel. Men can be oh so boring and stiff when it comes to sexual acts outside the realm of ramming themselves into you for a few seconds before calling it quits.

Not Spencer Reid though. He did everything and anything you both were comfortable with. To be honest you didn’t think your standoffish genius would be into the things you were, but he was. Maybe even more. It also took you as a surprise he was so demanding and dominant when he wanted to be. He knew how to get your blood pumping all the time.

Tonight, however, was your turn to play the dominant role. You both had agreed to let you take the reins this time around. He only requested one specific thing for you to do to him. With your eagerness, you guessed what he wanted. To be handcuffed? No. To be blindfolded? No. What he told you he wanted made you even more excited.

He wanted you to peg him.

He said it with such a nonchalant tone you thought he had it done to him before. When you asked if he had been pegged before he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He just thought it would be a thrilling experience.

Well, if he wanted a thrilling time you were willing to give it to him. He had given you so much wild, unforgettable nights. You thought it was only right to show him you were capable of giving him the same satisfaction back by being the over dominating person you are.

You walked up to his apartment door and gave it two firm knocks. You didn’t want him to think you were too eager. It would ruin your cool, calm and collected demeanour. You didn’t want to risk any chance of him seeing you break.

He answered the door, still fully clothed in his work clothes. You saw his eyes wander up and down your exterior. The only thing you were wearing was a brown trench coat, black heels and a black bag. He smirked as he stepped aside to let you in.

“Welcome,” he greeted.

You stepped in, looking at him unamused. He closed the door and looked back at you with his hands in his pockets as if he didn’t know what he did. You crossed your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Didn’t I tell you to be stripped down to your underwear by the time I got here?” You said.

“I thought-”

“No thinking tonight, doctor. Tonight you only obey,” you said.

You walked towards his bedroom. You looked behind you to see Spencer still standing there. With a curl of your finger telling him to come to you, he started walking your way. Maybe he did listen to instructions better than you thought.

As you both entered his bedroom, you closed the door. He had lit a few candles in his room to create a source of light. How considerate of him. You didn’t want your outfit to be put to waste with the darkness engulfing everything. It was as if he knew you wanted a spotlight to show off. He was such an excellent profiler.

“Strip,” you demanded.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. You watched as his clothing fell to the floor and he was left with nothing on besides his underwear and socks. For someone so lean, he stood strong. His aura just radiated confidence. You kind of wished he would throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless instead.

He shrugged with an emerging smirk on. “I’m all yours.”

God, could he get any hotter? You placed your bag on the ground and then untied the fabric belt to open up your jacket. As your jacket fell you saw Spencer’s eyes light up as he saw your matching black lace bra and panty set. He licked his lips as his eyes stayed focus on the bottom part of your panty which should have been concealing your desirable lady part. Instead it left it exposed, leaving you ready to jump into action any time.

“You like what you see?” You asked.

He looked back up at you and nodded. You smirked at his silent answer. He already knew he wasn’t supposed to speak unless you told him to. Who said men couldn’t be trained to obey?

“Well, lay on the bed, so you can get a closer look,” you demanded.

He quickly placed himself on the bed, excited to see what you had in store for him. You crawled over him until his eager mouth and your dripping wet part met. Just his breathing on it sent tingles down your spine.

“Now, eat me out like the starving dog you are,” you demanded.

He didn’t waste another second as he plunged his face all in your folds. You felt his tongue glide through from top to bottom. He soon started to hungrily suck on your clit and repeatedly flicked his tongue over it. You moaned heavily as you felt a strong sensation run through your body. He was too good with that tongue of his. You knew right away from all that talking he did his tongue and mouth could do a lot more.

You lifted yourself off of his face before your orgasm hit you. As you looked down at him you could see all your juices covering his mouth and nose. He smiled up at you as he licked some of your juices from his lips.

“Did that satisfy my little pet?” You asked him.

He nodded his head. You smiled at his response, but you didn’t truly believe he was satisfied. You took two of your fingers and stuck them inside yourself. You pumped your fingers in and out of you a few times to get your fingers covered in your juices. When they were soaked enough, you took them out.

“Open,” you said.

He opened his mouth and you stuck your fingers inside.

“Suck them bone dry.”

He did just as you asked, sucking on your fingers as if his life depended on it. You smiled at him enjoying the taste of you. You stroked his long brown hair as you admired his obedience.

“That’s a good boy.”

You removed your fingers from his mouth and inspected his work. He did an amazing job of cleaning your fingers for you. You moved back a bit so you could lean down and kiss him. You only planned to give him a quick peck for doing such a great job, but the force Spencer kissed you back with moved you. It was hot, heavy, almost needy.

You leaned back up and roughly grabbed his face. Your face was unimpressed by the desperate nature of his kiss, but inside you loved it. Whenever he made out with you it was always such a powerful experience. The way his tongue would move in your mouth with such a force and the depth he would with his kiss would nearly floor you.

“Did I tell you to kiss me back?” You asked.

He shook his head.

“Speak up,” you demanded.

“No, ma’am,” he replied.

“Then why did you do it? Is this some sort of act of desperation?” You asked.

“Maybe.”

You smacked his face before grabbing it tightly again. He bit his lip as he looked back up at you, obviously enjoying your extremely dominant nature. You almost broke by smiling at him, but you managed to keep it together, so neither of you left the fantasy.

“It’s a yes or no question. Try again,” you demanded.

“Yes, ma’am, it was an act of desperation.”

You let go of his face and made your way off the bed. You peeled off his underwear and was met with his dick springing up from underneath it. He was extremely hard. It was a shame he wouldn’t be using his dick on you tonight.

You tossed his underwear aside. Taking your hand you started massaging his balls which let out a moan from Spencer. You squeezed them tight and yanked on them when you heard him moan.

“You’ve become too vocal. If you stay quiet for the next minute, I’ll reward you with what you really want,” you said.

He nodded, making sure not to even breathe too loudly. You lowered your head down and wrapped your mouth around his dick. You bobbed your head up and down, viscously sucking him off while still playing with his balls. Taking your other hand you used it to go up and down his shaft. Your saliva dripping down made your hand easily glide on his dick.

The laboured breathing coming from Spencer made your heart pump. You had him right where you wanted him to be before the real fun started. He deserved it after he lasted the full minute of you sucking his dick without a single moan escaping his mouth.

You stopped before he reached his peak. It was time for the main event of the night. You took off your panties and kicked them aside as you walked over to your black bag. You reached in and pulled out the strap-on dildo and then a bottle of lube. Spencer looked at you and you saw the fire spark in him.

You smiled at him. “It’s even in your favourite colour: purple. Now, I want you to get up and lean over the bed. Make sure your legs are apart.”

He hopped off the bed and did what you demanded immediately. You walked over behind him. His ass was so nice and toned for someone who never worked out. You ran your hand over his ass as you admired it. His muscles tightened under your touch which got you even more excited.

“Beg for it,” you said.

“Please, ma’am,” he quietly said.

You slapped his ass. “Please, ma’am, what? I said I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please, peg me, ma’am,” he said with more bass in his voice.

You slapped his ass a second time. “Again.”

“Please, peg me, ma’am.”

Another slap. “Again.”

“I want you to peg me, please, ma’am. I want it.”

You finally stopped slapping his ass even though you were thoroughly enjoying it. He had begged enough for your liking. You squeezed a bit of lube into your hand and lubed up the dildo. Then you took some lube and lubed up his crack. You stuck a finger in his ass to see his reaction. He let out a moan and you felt his muscles clench. Perfect.

“Are you really ready for this, pet?” You asked.

“I want it so bad, ma’am,” he begged.

You took your finger out and properly positioned yourself behind him. Slowly you eased the dildo into him and a remarkable sound of pleasure left his mouth. It excited you and gave you the reassurance you needed to keep going.

Gently you pumped in and out of him, making sure not to put too much force into it. He continued to let out deep, needy moans. You watched the dildo go in and out of him and thought this must be what it looks like for him all the time when you two engaged in anal or even when you were in doggy. The view was definitely a thrilling experience and the sound of his moans echoing the room made it even better.

“Faster,” Spencer moaned.

“Oh no, you don’t demand. You beg. Try again,” you said.

“Please, go faster, ma’am,” he begged.

He didn’t have to beg you twice for it. You pumped in and out of him faster which made him uncontrollably moan. It made you happy he was enjoying himself. You had a feeling he would want to do this more often after this experience.

He was shaking and quivering which only meant he was about to orgasm. You nearly broke into excitement. You were proud the first time you’ve both done pegging it was going extremely well. You remained collected though because you wanted to say the line he always says to you when you’re about to orgasm.

“Come for me,” you demanded.

With no pause he let out a loud moan as you saw his muscles clench. You slid the dildo out and stepped back to admire the now limp Spencer face down on the bed. It was such a weird perspective to not be the one laying limp on the bed after orgasming, but you loved it.

You quickly took off the strap-on as you excitedly hopped on Spencer’s back. You didn’t care anymore about being a dominant in the moment, you were just overly happy he had enjoyed himself. You gave him a big hug from behind as you kissed his head.

“How was that for you, baby?” You asked.

He turned his head sideways to reveal a smile. “It was a great experience.”

“Does that mean we can do it again sometime?” You asked.

“Definitely,” he said.

You squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek. He laughed as he started to get off the bed with you still on his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he fully got off the bed.

“How about we take a shower together?” He suggested as he piggybacked you to the bathroom.

“Only if you promise we can have shower sex,” you said while burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Promise. I’ll for sure be a better dominant than you. I won’t break character at the end,” he joked.

“Talk is cheap. Why don’t you just prove it to me instead?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

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"How many times can you look me in the eye and lie to me?" Also with Ernest, break my heart please 💔, I need like angry and broken Ernest

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me” - with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: masturbation, mention of attempted murder

I wasn't ready to write this and when I was, I still wasn't.

Ernst smiled at you, he just woke up to find you laying beside him like very morning, his little corner of paradise, your silky nightgown clinging sensually around your shape, that amazing curve of your body always getting him more and more turned on.

“Good morning, Ernst”

You said to him and he smiled happily whispering it back to you.

“Oh, looks like Dr Schmidt is more awake than you”

The way you giggled and nicknamed his dick would have made him blush if he wasn’t so aroused by your presence.

“Get naked for me, I don’t have time”

You pouted but then you obliged as you stood on the bed slowly giving him a strip tease, you even hummed the music waving your body in front of him.

Your voice only rang through him, the way you sang was pure poetry.

You swayed from side to side as the silk slipped off your skin like water, you picked a moan as you touched over your body as he pumped himself nicely.

“Fuck, show me your ass”

He cursed as he went immediately hard on himself, he was hungry, needy for you and yet he didn’t have time to fully give into the pleasure.

You obeyed, you rolled your hips turning around as your panties made their way down your ass and quickly precipitated to your ankles before being kicked out of the way.

The way your hands moved, the moans that escaped you as your hands travelled between your legs gifting pleasure to yourself.

Ernst was thrown into a very fast orgasm against his own stomach while staring at you.

“Your breakfast is ready now”

You smirked as he chuckled “I hope not this one” he said pointing at his chest as you giggled jumping off the bed.

“I need the calculation for this”

You nodded providing him the answer in a moment, you worked side to side and you were his right arm, always helping him.

“So? How long is it going to take freak?”

Volkov voice made you roll your eyes.

He annoyed you like hell, but he really took a tool on Ernst.

Don’t let him get into you

You typed it on the computer for Ernest to see. He now needed to be focusing on the task ahead instead of the teasing, he pushed his glasses further on the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the screen ignoring the Russian.

Thank you he typed back to you

;) your answer

Nevertheless, the experiments kept failing and you kept working tirelessly with him. Where it was the error? What could it be?

“Ernst, I brought you something to eat” Lin said as she came to the control room and stared up at you for a moment, you leaned your head on side, you glared at her but smiled, it wasn’t even polite as a smile, it was just circumstantial.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need it”

You said it quite harshly earning a look from Ernst that made you turn around and go back to your calculations.

“Forgive her” Ernst said for you and Lin shrugged “I am worried for you” she whispered to him “you’re getting too much into this, it is not healthy, do not listen to Volkov but I need you to be awake and ready more than anyone, you’re our only physic here”

He chuckled lightly “the one who could survive here among you crazy heads” he joked as you looked back at them interacting and frowned lightly.

That evening he was applying some cream to ease the bruise Volkov left on his face after last experiment.

“That man should have been checked, with such a temper he shouldn’t be allowed on the mission” you mumbled as you stared at him while programming the dinner on the big screen to be delivered. Usually you would fetch it but the beating accident pushed Ernst to be asked to go to his rooms earlier than usual.

“I know, but I gave him his fair share and it is good like this. We are all stressed on board, Lin taught me this word which means actually stressed because of the pressure due on the mind, I need to ask her again about it”

“You like her, don’t you?”

You asked it like a firing shot, he rolled his eyes “please, not again with it”

You frowned as he dismissed always that topic but you hated it.

“You think she is more attractive than me?”

“That is not possible” he just said and you looked down at your floral shorts and top coord pyjama.

You looked back at the screen as you downloaded the exercises he had been prescribed before leaving the Earth to keep his back and neck healthy after so many hours on the computer.

“Would you fuck her?”

He glared at you “I said it is a closed topic”

You sighed nodding lightly, you nibbled your bottom lip but just carried on with the evening.

It was like an accident, Volkov was checking the oxygen reserve as always when he started to feel dizzy. He frowned as soon as he realised he rushed to the door. There was a leak. But when he rushed to the door it was locked and not even the code worked to open it.

He really thought it was the end but Lin saw him and with the help of Kiel managed to get him out of there.

Volkov didn’t speak to anyone for the rest of the night.

But Ernst knew perfectly who he had to talk to.

When he came to his quarters and locked the door you were wearing a nice deep blue dress, one of his favourites with off shoulders and a tight skirt, the dinner was ready for him to eat and some soft music playing in the background.

“You’re out of your mind”

He only said that and you looked at him confused “What? Why? Don’t you like salmon?”

“Don’t you play innocent with me Y/N, I saw the codes, you hacked the door, a clean job but you should know I can find your ID print anywhere, even behind the electricity system”

You frowned “I probably messed up, what door got blocked?”

He laughed out loud smacking his hand loudly over his forehead “How can you even be such a liar? Killing Volkov won’t solve anything”

You frowned as he spoke like that “He beat you Ernst”

You said it finally after a long silence “he handles you in that way and punches you and threatens you constantly, I can’t see him do this for more years”

“Killing him is not the solution”

“I was just trying to protect you!!” You screamed to him.

He stood straight in front of you, cringe colouring his features as you stared at him helplessly.

“What do you even know about protection? You’re not even -“

“I love you, that’s what I know”

He looked at you as you said that, the disgust on him turned to pain and then to rage.

“Take it back”

“No”

“I said” he came closer to you, his voice tone lowering “Take it back, now”

You shook your head as you felt tears forming in your eyes, your chest starting to hiccup as you tried to hold back the fear and the sadness of his reaction.

You daydreamed so much of him telling you that little ‘I love you too’.

And yet, here you’re.

“Ernst”

“No, no Ernst, this is over”

You paled up as he moved past you taking his tablet.

“Ernst, but it is true, I love you, I swear, it is love” you said, your voice trembling as your tears started to roll down your cheeks “Every day, you’re my only thought, you’re what I live for, I live to see you smile at me, to see you happy, to see that little quirky smirk you do when all the analysis work. The way you look at me when we are alone, the way you smile at me, share things with me. That’s all I wish for. Please. Please Ernst. You have to believe me”

“Liar.” His answer was dry, filled with anger and disgust, his eyes not even gracing you.

“I am not lying, I can’t lie to you. Ernst. I beg you, talk to me”

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me??” He shouted at the top of his lungs taking his dinner plate with his free hand and smashing it on the wall in front of him.

“Ernst” yours was a whisper, his name your only reason to live left as fear was now dominating you “please”

He glared at you, jaw clenched, hand locked into fists so tight that his knuckles were white.

He pressed something on the tablet that he still clenched on his side and on the big screen in the room that usually projected a night skyline for dinner appeared a red notification:

Are you sure you want to interrupt the hologram?

Yes - No

You stared at the screen as you closed your eyes, tears rolling even more down your cheeks.

“I love you Ernst”

“You’re not supposed to love, Y/N” his voice betraying the pain simmering after that mask of rage you know too well by now.

The tap of his finger on the tablet screen the last thing you heard before being caged back into your code.

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