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[heartpascal]

something is rotten

▹ — joel miller x niece!reader

▹ — summary: part two of to an empty house — arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.

▹ — a/n: UGH!! guys im not all that happy with this one!! ive changed it a couple times too D: but i have left yall hanging long enough!! lemme know if you want anymore about these guys :’) && ty guys sm for all the support ILY!!

▹ — warnings: slight spoilers for episode 6 ‘kin’, swearing, ANGST!!!, a bit of comfort, father figure joel, reader has daddy issues, and abandonment issues, and is generally not struggling in life PLS

▹ — tags: @canpillowscry @randomstory56 @angsty-twihardxx @frogtits1 @exiledangel @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @vee-vee-writes @rhyanna6012 @snixx2088 @mona-aiko @mymommmy (those of you tagged in italics asked for part 2 in the comments of the first part! drop me a message if you want your tag removed!!)

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Life in the apocalypse had been non-stop since you had left that hydroelectric power plant, left behind Tommy, and for a while, all thoughts of him. There hadn’t been time to worry about that sort of thing, between almost losing Joel, and then almost losing Ellie, and then finally reaching the hospital that had been your end goal.

In some ways, you were glad. It kept your mind racing, the feeling of constantly being on edge allowing your brain to stay away from silly things, such as your father.

But now, with that whole chapter finally being over, Joel and Ellie were ready to settle down, to live in a home, rather than travelling miles upon miles, never feeling safe. The three of you had been through a lot, and since the… incident with Ellie, her joke book had remained closed.

You knew that Joel had noticed the change in her, just the same as you had. What she had thought to be her purpose, the justification for everybody who had been lost on your journey, their sacrifice, had been for nothing. It was tearing her apart, and it hurt you to watch it happen.

There was no question about your next destination, though you tried to ignore the reality of it for as long as you possibly could, you were fully aware that Jackson was what Ellie needed. Hell, you’d even go as far as to say it was what Joel needed, too. But deep down, you knew that going there was going to tear you to pieces, despite the way you liked to put on a strong front, following in Joel’s footsteps even in that sense.

You didn’t share your concerns, content to continue the journey in silence, pretending not to notice the way Joel and Ellie looked at you the closer you got to the town.

“Hey, you okay?” Ellie murmured to you, the final stop of your journey feeling like something similar to that of impending doom. She nudged your arm with her elbow, smiling in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to.

“Mighty fine.” You responded, her dim smile reflected in your own, and you let it fall the moment she nodded at you, despite clearly being unconvinced by your words.

You fell into step beside her and Joel, and felt his hand grasp on to your shoulder as you caught glimpse of Jackson in the not far enough distance. He squeezed your shoulder the slightest bit, and gave you the biggest reassuring smile he could muster, though it didn’t soothe your worries like it used to.

Maybe it was everything the three of you had been through over your journey, or maybe it was the impending arrival at Jackson, but you were starting to notice the world had become much dimmer than you remembered it to be. Joel’s grip less reassuring, Ellie’s smile less genuine, that faint hope in your gut long gone. With a frown, the thought came to you that this was what it meant to grow up.

The lines on Ellie’s face said the same thing, the sigh that had left her chest, made up of pure exhaustion, just told you that her naive nature had vanished. Jokes no longer received the same laughter, and the world no longer held beauty. Growing up felt like hopelessness settling, nuzzling its way in and making itself at home in that space around your heart. The grip it had made it feel like perhaps, it wouldn’t be all too bad if that heartbeat slowed, but you pushed that thought aside for another time.

For now, you’d have to focus on the problem at hand; arriving in Jackson.

It was warmer now than it had been when you’d left the power plant, and it showed in the way that the green lands had brightened, the sun settling and warming the back of your neck. The heat meant less layers, and the three of you had removed your jackets long before arriving in the town.

The lookouts had spotted you all before you’d been anywhere near the gate, so it was no surprise that Tommy was there to greet the three of you when the gates were finally pulled open, allowing you a peek into the home he valued so much.

Walking in, you had already begun your self-appointed mission of ignoring every word Tommy Miller said, but felt yourself almost blown away by the sights around you. For a moment, just a split second, it was nice.

That thought went out the window a second later, catching a glimpse of your so-called father, and you couldn’t help but recall the way you’d sat for endless nights, waiting for that very man, and imagined yourself living a life with him in a town just like this one.

You felt sick.

That little kid deserved better, you decided. You were worthy of living this kind of life, of getting to sleep in a warm house, of not having to worry about if Joel and Tess would get enough ration cards to feed the three of you, of getting horse riding lessons! The facts of the situation stared you in the face, getting clearer the longer you looked around. Your own father denied you of this life.

With building anger, the feeling white-hot, burning, you turned to Joel where he was speaking with his brother. “Where are we staying?”

Tommy looked between you and Joel, swallowing when Joel just raised a brow at him, and spoke, “Uh, little place just a couple blocks over. 38, I think. Rancher Street, I’ll take you guys over—”

“I’ll make my own way.” You snapped, before he could even finish his sentence. If you had to look at him for even a second longer, you were sure that the overflowing anger and resentment would explode, and you weren’t convinced anyone would be able to pick up the pieces that would be left behind.

You stormed down the street before he could say another word to you, turning down the first alley you saw and standing still in the street on the other side, letting out a harsh breath.

You couldn’t be sure how long you’d stood there for, trying to turn down the simmering emotions inside of you, but it was clearly long enough for somebody to notice. “You good there?” A young girl asked, and you turned to her, brows furrowed.

“‘M fine.” You responded gruffly, and even you could hear the way your speech reflected Joel’s own. The thought calmed you, almost, reminding you of who your real dad was.

She stepped closer, clearly not taking a hint, “You sure? New in town? You look lost.”

“Yes, yes, and I’m not lost.” You said to her, though you didn’t exactly know where you were. She just raised her eyebrows at you, and you huffed, “Lookin’ for a Rancher Street.”

The girl nodded, something between a smirk and a smile on her face, and pointed forward, “First left twice, then a right. Should get you there just fine.”

“Thanks.” You said, immediately heading off in the direction she’d guided you in. You kept your head down, brows furrowed, and tried to keep your attention away from the world around you. It was clear that it’d just make you more angry.

You counted along with the house numbers as you passed by, Rancher Street wasn’t that densely populated, if the look of the houses were anything to go by. There was quite a few that looked run down, number 38 included, once you arrived. You went inside, the door already unlocked, and sneezed when you inhaled all the dust that clouded the air. This place must’ve been barely touched throughout the last twenty years.

Grabbing a book left on the coffee table, you pulled it open, and sat on the edge of an old sofa, sighed through your nose when even more dust floated up from it.

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“You’ll go, because it’s the polite thing to do.” Joel told you firmly, sighing heavily as he looked over at you with his arms crossed.

“You think I give a shit about being polite?” You asked him, mirroring his stance by crossing your own arms. He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clearly brainstormed a way to get around your stubbornness.

“Just this one time,” He told you, saying your name pleadingly, “Then you’ll never have to go ‘round there again.”

That peaked your interest, and you uncrossed your arms, “Really? You promise?”

“Swear.” Joel replied, and sighed something near to relief, finally calling Ellie’s name. The stairs creaked, and she appeared less than a second later.

“You coming?” She asked, thought she had obviously been sat on the stairs, listening to yours and Joel’s… conversation, the whole time.

“Yeah,” You sighed unhappily, “I’m coming.”

The three of you made your way across town, with Joel checking a scrap piece of paper that you could only assume held directions. Lights had flickered on by now, the darkness of the evening being offset by the yellow lamps that poured light over the street. It was weird, you thought, being able to see so clearly in the darkness.

Joel knocked at the wooden door when you arrived, looking back at you where you stood, just off the porch with Ellie, like he thought you might run away if he didn’t keep his eyes on you.

Though the thought had occurred to you, you wouldn’t do it, not if it meant that Joel’s promise would be vacant. Just this once, he had sworn.

The front door opened as Ellie knocked your arm with her elbow, giving you a slight reassuring smile. You appreciated the effort, but the reassurance fell flat. There was something about this situation that you just couldn’t put into words, but it hurt. Her arm wrapped through your own as Joel followed Tommy inside, and she led you in after them, closing the door behind you.

Immediately, you were tense. Your heart felt as if it was beating in your throat, like it was going to stop if you took another step. You tried not to look around, keeping your eyes on your battered old shoes as you let Ellie continue leading you through the house.

Her abrupt stop had you stumbling into her, and lifting your head with furrowed brows. You glanced to where she was looking, seeing the names Kevin and Sarah written in a scrawl on a chalkboard in what you guessed would be a living room. You frowned, and gripped Ellie’s arm tighter, breaking her from her stare at the board.

You pretended not to notice the homely feel to the house, the warmth of it making your palms sweat. If you allowed your mind to wonder too far, you’d be reminded of how you had dreamed of living a life like this as a kid, dreamed of a house just like this one, shared with your father. You would be reminded of how he chose to have this, chose to have it without you.

Good job you keep your mind on a tight leash, you supposed, gritting your teeth and blinking away the angry tears that wanted to rise and fall from your eyes.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, looking up as Ellie began to loosen her grip on your arm, having arrived at the dining room. The concept had always been strange to you, having lived in a shitty apartment for basically all your life, and having a whole room just for eating seemed like a waste of valuable space.

Ellie took a seat, and you quickly followed in her example as Joel stood talking to Tommy by the doorway, engaged in conversation like they were as close as they had been two decades ago.

“You got this.” Ellie said, her hand on squeezing your arm as she looked towards where you were wringing your fingers together, your stomach feeling as though you’d left it back by the porch. You nodded at her, swallowing and smiling tightly.

You stayed quiet as Tommy finished setting the table, before he was moving back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, bringing various plates and a few sauces with each trip. Finally, he sat down at the head of the table beside Ellie, and you kept your gaze away from him.

“Sorry I couldn’t be there to greet you guys when you got in,” Maria called, finally approaching from the kitchen, and you were keeping your gaze on your hands until Ellie frantically began tapping your, her expression saying something you’d couldn’t quite understand, something close to pity in her eyes. “Kinda hard to get around so quick, these days.” Maria laughed, placed a big plate down on the table before standing back up, her hands on her back and—

If you had eaten any food, you were sure you would’ve thrown it all back up.

There, standing in front of you, was your father’s wife — pregnant.

It felt like a million different feelings were running through your head, faster than you could catch up, all your thoughts were racing, clashing together and leaving only one that was literate: What the fuck?

Maria sat down beside Joel, at Tommy’s side, and you could see in Joel’s eyes that he hadn’t expected this, could see the pity building in his eyes just as you’d seen in Ellie’s, and it was all far too much.

“I can’t do this.” You announced, slamming your hands on the table and feeling some satisfaction in the way the cutlery clattered together. You pushed your chair back, standing up, and saw your father open his mouth to speak.

He said your name, and you snapped.

“Don’t talk to me! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cried out, staring daggers at the man who was supposed to be your dad. The angry tears that you had managed to push away earlier came rushing back, one already falling down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily.

“Kid, just listen—”

You seethed, “Kid? Do I look like a fucking kid to you? You missed out on that, Tommy. You have no idea—” Your voice broke for a moment, as you thought of all the things that had happened to you since your father had been around. “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my dad, remember? You left your daughter, years ago. You have no idea what we’ve been through.”

Ellie was stood beside you, her hand on your shoulder, though when she had got there, you had no idea. The edges of your vision were red, and you could feel the way your throat was tightening.

“I’m sorry,” He started, your name leaving his lips once again, and Ellie held firmly against you as you leant towards him, your blood warming in your veins as your heartbeat echoed in your ears.

“I don’t think sorry cuts it.” You laughed, humourlessly. “I don’t think anything does, actually. I will never forgive you. You hear me? You listening? Never.”

You turned away, Ellie’s hand falling away, and you even avoided Joel as he stood up and tried to reach out for you. You couldn’t face them, not like this, not when it felt like your father had taken a chisel to your heart, and left you with only splintered ribs. You were choking on the emptiness of it, the reality of your life and what it meant to the man who had helped create it.

You were more certain now than ever that he had never cared for you, that he had left because of you, not just despite you.

It was horrible, and it was something you had always suspected. A part of you wished that he had died alongside the Fireflies, because at least then he wouldn’t have had a choice in staying away, right? But no, he was alive and well, thriving in the home he’d made without you, while you worried back at the QZ that barely provided you with enough food to get by.

You were storming away, and had reached the house you'd been allocated before you even really noticed that you had left. The blood in your veins had reached a boil by now, and you could feel the steaming in your lungs, in the way it suffocated you and made every breath burn against your throat.

The backpack in your hands was still filled with everything you owned, seeing as you hadn’t bothered to unpack into somebody else’s bedroom, though it had been theirs a lifetime ago. It didn’t help the deepening rage within you, the despair that was tilting your entire world on its axis. Everything in your life was in this bag, probably weighing less than the plate of food Maria had brought out.

Meanwhile, your father had a whole house full of shit that belonged to him. You scoffed, feeling that burning sensation crawling up your chest, so close to hatred, but something far more raw, more painful.

Your feet took you back out to Rancher Street, legs moving before your mind was fully caught up. You met the rest of the Miller’s halfway through your trek, with them on their way to Joel’s new house, whilst you were trying to make your way to the gate, prepared to leave, rather than get left behind.

Joel called your name, his expression displaying the panic that was crushing his chest. He had been a builder, before. He had fixed things — it was what he did, what he liked to do. But this was something he didn’t know how to fix, something that may have just been broken beyond repair… he wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“Joel, don’t,” You told him, voice trembling as you spoke, stopping in front of the man who had looked after you for your whole life. “Please don’t. Nothin’ that anyone says could make me not hate him. Not even you.”

Joel swallowed, glancing back to his brother behind him, where he stood with his wife, before glancing to Ellie at his own side.

“I—I didn’t mean for this,” Tommy said, arms up by his head as if he was surrendering, but you knew he was just trying to make himself feel better. “I swear!”

“I don’t care,” You cried, feeling your frustration build that none of these people had the ability to understand you, to understand how it felt for your own father to look at you and leave you behind. They couldn’t get how crushing this was, that he was starting over. “Go ahead, start over with your wife. First time ‘round didn’t work, but second time, surely!”

He flinched at your words, as if they had hurt him, but your expression hardened. He had no idea what true hurt was — how could he?

“I know I wasn’t the greatest dad—”

“You have never been my dad. Joel is my dad. He’s looked after me my whole life while you were out lookin’ for something, who knows what, because I don’t believe you ever found it.” You spat at him, feeling Ellie approach your side, hold on to your wrist as your hands clenched into fists.

Joel’s face fell, the reality of your feelings towards your father were crushing, but he could see why you’d feel that way. He’d agree with you, too, if anybody deserved the title of your dad, it’d be himself, not his brother. He remembered a few times when you’d used the name for him, though you had been sick or exhausted down to your very bones both times, and he had figured that in your muddled mind, you’d gotten him confused with Tommy. That was the reason he had never corrected it, not wanting to squash whatever little amount of hope and love you had for his brother. He’d had no idea that the truth was that you saw him, not his brother, and your mind had made that connection.

He felt like he could cry when you turned to him, that glassy look in your eyes, and he saw the pieces of you that his own brother had broken. “I want to leave.” You told him, lip trembling as you said the words.

Joel didn’t know what to reply with — the two of you had nowhere to go, and Ellie didn’t, either. This place was your best option, your only option, really. He shook his head, mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of something to say, something that could convince you.

Ellie said your name, and you drew your gaze to her, where she looked guilty, far guiltier than you had ever seen her. “I want to stay.” She told you, her eyes darting away from you as if she was confessing some awful sin to you.

“I know,” You said, letting her hand slip from your wrist to your own hand, and squeeze tightly. “But I…”

Your gaze moved to Tommy and Maria, and your expression hardened, features turning to stone when you looked at the two of them. “I’ll stay. For now. And I’m still a Miller, but— but if anybody asks, I’m Joel’s daughter.”

Joel nodded, smiling thinly at you, tears welled up in his own eyes, and you nodded back to him.

“O—Okay.” Tommy said, swallowing, but you shushed him before he could continue.

“As for you, I don’t wanna see you. Let’s keep it the way you decided we should be.“ Your voice trembled, but you remained firm on your words. “I don’t wanna see your face, or hear your voice. I don’t want to know you. Joel can do what he likes, but you stay far away from me, you got it? The only kid you have is that one.” You finished, gesturing toward where Maria held a hand over her stomach.

Tommy looked as if he was going to disagree, but people had begun peeking through the windows of the houses on either side of the street, and when Joel stepped beside you, arm immediately going around your shoulders, he knew he had no choice.

“Hope you’re a better father to that kid than you were to me.” You hissed at him, seeing the way his face crumpled and finding satisfaction in it.

The small part of you, the darkest part, hoped every one of your words hurt him. Hoped that he lived the rest of his life knowing that he fucked up, that he ruined you, and that when you built yourself back up, he’d never get the chance to know you.

Joel took the backpack from your shoulder, pulling it over his own, and turned you away from the father you had disowned. The three of you walked away, not looking back to see the way Maria had to herd him away as he stared at you, something close to grief in his eyes.

When you arrived back at 38 Rancher Street, Ellie held your hand tightly while Joel opened the front door, dropping your backpack by the stairs as he moved towards the dust filled living room. The two of you followed him, and he turned around to see you squeezing Ellie’s hand, your lips trembling and your face crumpled as you looked up at him.

“Did I make a mistake? Did I ruin everything?” You asked him, trying so hard to keep yourself together, to tape all the little pieces of yourself into something that resembled okay, but it wasn't working.

“God, no, kid.” Joel said, and he was in front of you and Ellie before you could get another word in, pulling the two of you into his arms and breathing out a tired exhale. “I’m proud of you, proud of you both.” He told you, and your whole facade collapsed beneath you, leaving you sobbing into his arms, wondering where everything had gone wrong, wondering what that little kid would’ve said if she had heard your words tonight.

“We’re gonna be alright.” Joel told the two of you, feeling Ellie squeeze her arms tighter around him, until she let go, pointing upwards to let him know where she was heading. He nodded at her, an understanding expression on his face, and tightened both his arms around you.

“You swear?” You checked, unable to help yourself, and let yourself breathe a shaky sigh into his neck when he responded.

“Swear.”

[cherish--these--times]

Okay. Enough of this. I'm trying to be more positive LOL

The ending riled me up real bad for multiple reasons I've already mentioned, and we can't change it. It is what it is. But they gave us a lot to be happy about in regards to Tedbecca in the last episode. I see hope in the way Ted seemed incapable of saying anything. His usual chirpy-self, who was always babbling on, filling the silence at every turn, disappeared when Rebecca was concerned. Because he knew that he was hurting her by leaving. Which in turn hurt him. Because that's what love is. The writers might have tried to avoid making it romantic, but they had created a monster. Lemme explain.

Short answer: They were soulmates, they said. No need for it to be romantic, they said. It can be platonic, they said. Men and women can be friends!! they said.

BUT.

Ted and Rebecca were not friends. And that's the catch right there. That's the mistake the writers made.

And that's why this was a love story, no matter how hard they tried to squash the idea.

Long answer:

Rebecca was quite far down on the list of Ted's go-to people by the time season 3 landed. He had Beard of course, the Diamond Dogs, Dr. Sharon, even Keeley was admittidly closer to him by that point.

Rebecca was in a league of her own. They were both navigating their life separately but somehow showing up for one another at a time when nobody else would do. Understanding each other on a level that can't even be articulated.

And when it was time for him to leave, the only one he could not quite face and say goodbye to was her. Because there was something there, unacknowledged, unsaid, looming over them. Even BH alluded to this in his infamous reddit debacle. About saying I love you to one another. I had to read that section back. What I wouldn't do for you people? :D

In my personal opinion, in the airport scene they are both struggling with whether or not to say it. But they both know instinctively that if they do, it could open a floodgate they’d rather not open.

Had they been the BFF that a lot of people mistakenly painted them as, this would have been a no-brainer for them. But they couldn't. Because there was something there. That is something the writers did to themselves.

I blame and thank deeply Hannah W. for this. She instilled so much care and fondness and tenderness towards Ted in season one; Rebecca always liked him, even when she was trying real hard to hate him. And the chemistry was just off the charts.

So she carved a very special place for Rebecca in Ted's orbit, that even the writers could not help but lean into. Resulting in the soulmate idea which didn't take root until season 2.

And BOOM. They fucked themselves over. Because Ted and Rebecca were now bonded in a way that could not be undone, and could not even be strictly defined. But one thing is clear: they are destined to be together if they want a real shot at happiness. It's just the truth that the writers established without trying to. Because they make each other better. They understand each other in a way that is beyond words. They can kiss each other's bruises without judgement or fear of judgement. And yes, in a way that would not have been undermined by also wanting to have sex with one another, contrary to popular belief. As two straight people who enjoy sex, it would have been the logicial last piece of the puzzle.

So the ending is fucking sad, because Ted left without really wanting to, letting yesterday be in the way of today, as Rebecca put it. But the last episode also proved once and for all that Ted and Rebecca are fucking IT for each other. Even if they were not ready to let themselves go there yet.

[bittersweetastoria]

WAITING~

This one's a long one babes, so buckle up! Tis pretty tame, so I can't think of any warnings to include?? If you see any, lemme know and I'll add it. Till then, Enjoy!

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You’d promised that a year ago now. When a family emergency on your side, and work on hers, had separated you both and you knew it would be a long time before you’d be together again. As it does, time and distance weighed everything down and you’d eventually parted ways. That’s when everything in her life started working out perfectly, as your world crumbled all around you. You’d never contacted her about any of it. You and your issues, pain, misery.. None of it was her problem anymore. Or so you’d told yourself. You muddled through day by day. Hoping for a better tomorrow that would never come. Things merely went from worse to worser, as you lost not just your family but your home as well. You’d managed to keep your crappy part time sales job, but it wasn’t enough to survive on so you ended up rooming with people you didn’t know and that’d just been hell. But it was your hell. Your price to pay for choices that you had made. No one else’s.

Last thing you ever expected, was to find your ex on your doorstep one evening after work. Caught with your eyes wide, you struggle to juggle your things and get your keys out.. your hands shaking uncontrollably all the while. “They wouldn’t let me wait inside.. Some real bang up friends you got there.” She spoke after a moment, your wide eyes blinking once - twice - three times before you finally found your voice and the ability to stop just gawking at her. “They’re not- They’re just roommates, not friends. I’m sorry they were so rude, it’s just how they are I guess.” You explained, struggling to unlock the door until she finally took your cup and paper bag with the remains from your lunch you’d planned to have for dinner from you. “T-Thanks.” You studder out, your eyes meeting hers for a moment before finishing unlocking the door and pushing it open. Finding no one in sight, you shake your head knowing they were off in one of their rooms doing god knows what together. Out of your roommate situation, they stuck together and you stood alone. Only time they bothered you was when it was time to pay bills.

With a heavy sigh, you take your things back from her and push the door open to let her in first. “It’s best if we go to my room.. You don’t need to deal with them again.” You spoke, waiting until she walked in to lock the door back. “I can handl-,” you cut her off before finishing her sentence, tugging her to your room and locking the door behind you both. In another lifetime, that would mean something else. But now? It just meant you didn’t want your asshole roommates bothering either of you. “I know you can handle them, Rhea. But you shouldn’t have to.” You finally speak up once you sat your things on the dresser and pulled your hoodie off. “It’s more about me, okay? Anyways, I want to know why you’re here suddenly.. but I need to change first. This polyester is killing me. So just.. a minute please?” You ask, grabbing a tank top and shorts from your drawer and heading for the bathroom. “You could change in here love. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She offered, causing you to blush as you shake your head. “I know.. But still..” biting your bottom lip, your eyes dart around avoiding hers as you shuffle into the bathroom and swing the door shut. You wouldn’t notice that it didn’t fully shut until you were pulling your tank over your bare chest, your eyes locking with hers in the mirror as you did. Your breath caught in your throat, your gaze unwavering from hers for what felt like an eternity before you shook your head and forced yourself to turn away. Should you shut the door? Probably. But the harm was already done, and really what harm had it been really? So you let it be and kicked off your jeans in favor of your comfy booty shorts then tossed your work clothes to the dirty pile before shaking your hair out and coming back out from the bathroom.

“I miss you, you know.” There. There it was. You knew those words were coming from the start. But had that bathroom moment brought it faster? You had to wonder. Cause even now, fully covered, she was still looking over your body like you were standing there fully naked. “Rhea..” you begin, your eyes remaining on her face despite hers wondering. With a small sigh, you walk over to your bed and plop down leaving her standing there. You weren’t going to tell her what to do. It never worked well anyways. So you’d wait for her move on her own accord, which she would eventually do once you turn the television on for background noise and to make it harder for the others to ease drop. “Babe- Old habit, sorry.” She caught herself, sitting down across from you at the foot of your bed. “I know you didn’t just show up on my doorstep just to say you miss me. What’s up, Rhea? Seriously. I thought you were at home enjoying time with the fur babies for a bit now that draft is in effect.” Yes, you followed WWE stuff still. You were a fan long before you fell in love with a wrestler. You’d be a fan long after too. “You watched my stories?” She mused, chuckling a bit as she watched your face go red. “That’s adorable. I almost believed you didn’t care anymore, y/n.” She added, shifting to face you better. Tucking her legs beneath her like you had your own. You could feel the heat of embarrassment in your cheeks, but you pressed on as if it wasn’t a thing. “Of course I care. That’s not something you turn off, even after a breakup.” Rhea raised a brow, “Is that what we did? Cause I don’t recall a call or text saying that, y/n. We just.. stopped talking. Actually, if I recall correctly, you stopped talking.” She pointed out, causing your heart to drop into your stomach knowing she was right.

“I didn’t really.. have a choice in that.” Now you’d done it. Her curiousity was peaked and you’d never get out of not explaining now. Though, you’d try. “Come on love, you owe me that much. The truth of why you just dropped me.” Rhea began, glaring at the television behind her for the noise that sounded in her ears before looking back to you. “It’s not a big deal, I just.. lost my phone service for a while. I thought I could save it, but I couldn’t. By the time I got a new number.. it’d been too long. You were- are on top of the world. Little ole me didn’t matter anymore.” You explained, looking down at your folded hands in your lap. You hadn’t even felt the bed shift, but next thing you knew her hand was tilting your chin up to make you look at her. “You always mattered. You still do, y/n. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” She explained, keeping her eyes locked on yours the whole time. Somehow your teeth caught your lip, chewing it as your eyes remained on hers and your body refused to budge. Even this simple, innocent touch had your skin ablaze and your heart aching for her to just - hold you again.

Time felt like it stood still, your eyes locked on one another. It wasn’t until a bang on your door that you both snapped out of it, though her hand remained on your chin through the disturbance. “Hey bitch, you didn’t tell us you had company coming!” Lindsay shouted through the door, though you knew the knock was Ken’s which was proven by his laugh and quick “Yeah!” to back her up. Before you could react, Rhea was up and had your door open facing them. “Holy shit, it’s that chick from WWE!” Hank exclaimed from behind them, while Rhea glared between them all. “Good. You know who I am and what I’m capable of- Now if you even think of calling y/n a bitch again, or keep treating her like this.. I will end you all. Got it? Now go on. My girl and I are talking.” She shooed them off, stomping one foot when they didn’t scatter far enough from the door before she turned back and shut the door behind her. “Her girl?!?!” Could be heard from the other side, but neither quite caught - or cared - who said it. You’d stood up now, crossing the room and wrapping your arms around Rheas neck muttering “thank you” into her flesh.

You both stood there a while before she simply scooped you up and brought you back to the bed. Now taking your seat, but keeping you in her lap as she soothed your hair back and just looked at you. “You said my girl.. I missed that.” You finally spoke up, though your voice was soft and barely heard above the television- she’d heard you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, “It never stopped being true.” She promised, her lips still upon your skin until she tilted your head up. Once your eyes met again, you both smiled softly as you now reached up to run your fingers through her now dark locks - they’d been somewhat blonde still when you’d last seen her. “The black is hot.. But I miss the blonde.” You quipped playfully, causing her to laugh as she snagged your hand from her hair and laced it with her own. “Is that your way of saying you want the blondie to your brownie back babe? Cause if so- just say the word, we’ll figure this shit out.” Rhea spoke playfully, her digits playing with yours had your attention but she was watching your face the whole time. You laughed, but didn’t answer cause you heard snickering at your door. She caught it though and threw your hairbrush at the door. “Fuck off losers, you’re not gonna hear anything kinky.” She promised them, laughing silently at the look on your face that came with those words.

Leaning against her sometime later.. It’d been peaceful, but neither of you broke the silence or made a move. You simply sat contently in her lap, playing with her fingers as she played with your messy brown locks. You had no intention of breaking the silence, but you did. “I never moved on.” You admitted, darling to look up and catch sight of her beautiful eyes. “I never stopped waiting on you, Demi.” As soon as that confession was out, her lips were on yours in what very well could be the most passionate and needy kiss you’d ever felt before. By the end, neither of you could breathe and you were clinging to one another like a life preserver. “Good, Cause I never stopped waiting on you either. I just got impatient and had to find you instead of you showing up at one of these shows like I thought you would.. Way to let a girl down babe.” She teased, cheeky little grin upon her lips as she pressed them to yours once more. “If I had the money, I would’ve eventually..” You answer sheepishly, though totally honest.

She must’ve really understood your situation then, cause her next words seemingly came from left field. “Obviously not tonight but, come back home with me. You can travel with me.. or just stay there with the mutts waiting on me. Either way, you belong in my bed again. Not with these assholes who don’t care about you.” You knew she was right.. you also knew there might still be listening. So you simply nodded, fingers tighting around hers. “Will you stay with me tonight?” You whisper after crawling up until your lips were at her ear. As tempting as it was to tease her like you used to, it wouldn’t happen. Not tonight. Not here. “I’m not going anywhere without you.” She promised just as softly, shifting you off her so she could could stand up. “Besides the toilet that is. It’s been a long day waiting for your fine ass out there.” Before moving though, she unlocked her phone and handed it over. “Order us a pizza? And some wings. Then put your new number in there. Don’t matter what you put it under, I’m editing it anyways.” Rhea spoke, laughing at the look on your face before vanishing into your bathroom.

You shook your head in amusement, but otherwise did as told. You ordered what you remembered you both loved on your pizza as well as the biggest thing of wings to split, as well as a dessert to split and a soda. You had paper plates and plastic cups in your room, to keep them from your roommates. So all you had to do was pray they gave napkins otherwise you’d be giving up your good hand towels for the wing mess. It’d the worth it though. Just as you finished ordering, she came back out. That cheeky little grin on her face again. “What’s got you so happy, huh?” You tease, causing her to rush you and tickle you to the bed. In a few moments, you’d be hiccupping from the endless ticklish spots you had that she knew all about. “D’you get your number in?” She asked once she backed off and pulled you into her lap again. “I barely got the order in before you attacked me!” You laughed, as she played like she’d tickle you again. Taking her phone back from your lap, she opened new contacts and labeled it before handing it to you. “No changing it. Just put your number in please. “ she spoke, kissing your temple as you looked at it. 😍MY BABYGIRL❤️‍🔥 Shaking your head, you input your number and pressed save before locking it back and handing it to her again. She sat it on the nightstand beside yours.

“Codes your birthday, by the way. Figured you might as well know” she shrugged, pulling you against her again and getting the remote. “Mind if we find something better than this garbage? You got Netflix or anything?” She asked, earning a pointed look from you. “Innocent question, innocent intentions I swear.” She spoke in amusement, holding the free - holding remote not holding you remote up. “I picked cable over that, and every other stream thing.. Just so I could see you every week.” You admired shamelessly, blushing when her eyes landed on you fully in clear astonishment. “You poor thing.. My house is gonna be a couture shock.” She spoke playfully, grabbing her phone again she opened up Netflix. “What are you in the mood for? I’ll broadcast it to the tv.” She offered as she scrolled for you both to see. By the time you agreed on a movie, one she always said she didn’t care for but always watched with you anyways, the pizza was almost there. You both went out for it, hands linked as your roommates gawked at you both. Though no one said a word. Returning to your room, you got the plates and cups as she laid everything out on the bed. You each plop into place beside each other and build your plates as the movie starts.

By the time it was over, so was most of the food. You hadn’t eaten so well in months.. You’d had a good meal at Christmas thanks to some company party. But before or after? Not even. “Got anything I can sleep in babe?” She asked as she piled the boxes on the dresser to deal with in the morning. You looked over her body shamelessly before clicking your tongue. “Not a chance. That ass would EAT my shorts.” You commented, she’d been way into fitness and it showed in all the best ways. But your little shorts? Wouldn’t make it out alive. “Looks like it’s undies for me then.” She shrugged, kicking off her jeans and leaving them there as she rejoined you. “No funny business though, got it?” She spoke, as if her hand wasn’t already on your ass as she pulled you back to bed. “Oh I’m so touching the butt, madam.” You tease back, shoving her into bed before you crawled in too. You both got settled in, her clicking another movie on her phone before sitting it down and opening her arms for you to enter. You didn’t need a word said to slide into your old favorite spot, nestled right into her chest. Her head on yours, her arms at the small of your back. You had one hand tucked between you, the other - as promised - rested on her ass shamelessly.

“Goodnight babygirl.” She murmured softly, “Goodnight mami.” You replied, giggling as you felt her pause before laughing herself. “Just wait till we’re home, babygirl. I’ll have you screaming that.” She promised, earning an excited giggle from you as the movie began. Within ten minutes, you were both off to dreamland. Content with this moment until your new reality could begin in the morning.

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5. i know you get me, so i let my walls come down

A/N: Chapter 5!!!! Guys, lemme tell you, I changed the events of this chapter soooooo much. Honestly, I’ve made a lot of changes to the chapters, I’ll probably be writing out some extra drabbles and scenes later on that didn’t end up in the main story, ngl. But for now, the story continues!!! I will say, the smut in this chapter was totally unplanned. At first, I didn’t want to cause I already have smut planned for both chapters 7 and 8, but this scene wasn’t that long and I figured you guys wouldn’t complain much, lmaooooo. Anyways, this chapter is pretty fun, I hope you enjoy it!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot, slight Nasiens x Percy

Summary: Lance’s friend group likes to spend the occasional weekend at Percy’s grandpa’s beach house over in west Britannia and this time around, they invite Tristan and his friends to come along.

Tags: Alcohol, smut, explicit sexual content, handjob, slight dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, shower sex

Song Inspiration: Teenage Dream By Katy Perry

Word Count: 4,398

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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"Percy!! We need to figure out room assignments, everyone else is gonna be here soon!!"

"Hey, does anyone know what we're gonna do for dinner?"

"Somebody better plan on restocking the pudding while we're here."

"Why don't you just do it yourself, Gawain?"

"Lance, do you think there's enough left in the kitchen for you to whip something up for everybody?"

Lance shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he sets his bag on the floor by the hallway leading to the bedrooms and heads towards the kitchen. He'd missed his friends and all the chaos that came with them. "Lemme take some stock in here and I'll see what I can do, Anne." He tells the bluette standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips.

"Oh, good. I hope there's enough, I really don't feel like going out in public again today." She admits.

"Rough week?" He questions.

"You have no idea." She groans. "I seriously needed this weekend away. Plus, it's been awhile since we've all gotten together here, I've missed it." She sighs.

Lance nods, walking over to the fridge and opening it up. "Definitely." He agrees. He grimaces at the near empty fridge and opens up the freezer instead, looking over the items inside thoughtfully. "Hey, can you look and see if there's any flour and baking powder in the cupboards?" He asks Anne over his shoulder.

He hears her move to look as he pulls out a package of frozen sausage and tosses it onto the counter, closing the freezer back up as well. "Full bag of flour and half a tin of baking powder. Little bit of sugar in here, too." She informs him.

"Alright, cool. I think I got something in mind." He says, pulling out his phone as he leans against the counter. Just gotta see if Tris is willing to make a pit stop.

'Hey, how far out are you guys?'

'About 10 min'

'Do you think you'd be willing to do me a favor?'

'Does that mean you'd "owe me one" afterwards?'

'Why of course'

'Alright, fine, what is it?'

'Stop by a store and grab some milk and butter, pretty please? Doesn't matter what kind or brand'

'Ugh, okay. Only cause I like you so much ;D'

'Thank youuuuuu. I'll make it up to you, promise'

'Oh, I know you will'

Lance snorts, pocketing his phone and looking up to find Anne staring at him with a smirk. "You talking to your new friend?"

He rolls his eyes playfully. "They'll all be here in about 15 minutes or so." He informs her. "Once they get here, I'll have everything I need to start on dinner."

"Great!" She exclaims. "In the meantime, we should probably make sure that the idiots out there haven't made a mess of things already." She points her thumb over her shoulder and in the direction of the living room before turning around and walking that way. Lance shrugs and follows her, having nothing better to do while he waits.

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Seventeen minutes later, Lance is in the process of defrosting the sausage when he hears exclaims from the living room. "Hey, uh, Lance?" Donny calls.

Lance walks into the living room, eyebrow raised. "Yeah...? What's up?" He questions.

"What the hell are Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors doing walking up to the house!?" He exclaims, half panicked.

Anne gasps. "Isolde is here!?"

"Oh, they finally got here, then." Lance says, a smile spreading over his face as he tries not to seem too excited.

"Oh? "Oh"?? That's all!?"

Lance doesn't answer Donny, instead walking closer to the clear glass wall making up the front of the house and watching as four people come up the stone steps. He spots Isolde and Tristan at the front and two men behind them that he doesn't recognize. He doesn't pay much attention to them, his eyes going back to Tristan almost immediately. It's only been about a day and a half since they'd last seen each other, but Lance was excited to see him all the same. In the past week, they'd spent the night together three more times and gone on two dates. They texted everyday and called sometimes, too. Lance didn't think it was even possible to be so attached to someone after so little amount of time, but the proof is right there in front of him that definitely was. He's been wearing a smile all week and all he can think about half the time is when he'll see the man again.

He's found out so much about the prince of Liones since that first night. He now knows that Tristan's favorite color is yellow and his favorite baked good is cinnamon rolls. His OCD was first diagnosed when he was 9, his Bipolar Disorder was diagnosed when he was 15. He'd had one girlfriend and two boyfriends in the past, all before him and Isolde were revealed to be dating to the public at age 19. When he was a kid, he'd had a dog named Monspeet that was first given to him by his Uncle Zeldris and Aunt Gelda, and the dog passed away when he was 17. He currently only models men's clothing, but he's considered asking to try out some women's clothing as well. Not only does he wear lip gloss, but sometimes more than that. He loves everything to do with the beauty and fashion industry and hopes to one day start his very own line of makeup and beauty products. He's obsessed with space and stars, has been for as long as he can remember. He has a deep passion for learning new things, becoming fascinated whenever he finds out a new fact he'd never known before. Whenever he comes to Lance's apartment, he has a new question about the plants he's growing and the crystals Lance keeps around his living space. Lance happily answers each one.

And so, when Percy calls him up and tells him that he wants to get the gang together for the weekend at his grandpa's beach house, the question of bringing Tristan along tumbled from his mouth before he'd even realized what it was. Percy, of course, said he could, and mentioned that he could bring a few friends along with him since the house was so big. Percy's grandpa's beach house has 8 bedrooms total and with their usual group there, only 4 of the bedrooms are taken, leaving the other 4 completely vacant. Tristan immediately agreed, saying he was sure his three best friends would love to come. One of which is, of course, Isolde, and if Lance remembers correctly, the other two are Jade and Chion.

Lance never told Donny, Anne, or Gawain about him and Tristan. They only know that he invited someone who he's getting close to, which they know in translation to mean dating. He technically didn't tell Nasiens directly, either, but he's certain that Percy told him who he was inviting and the both of them already know a little bit about him and Tristan anyways since they'd caught the two men making out back at the club a week earlier. It's just now that Lance realizes there's something else he's never told them. Tristan is the first guy he's ever dated, and he's never really tried to dig too deep into his own sexuality in the past. He's been attracted to plenty of guys, he's just never acted on any of it. So, given all of that, not only is Donny freaked out by the literal celebrities walking up, he's probably also extremely confused. Anne would most likely be just as confused if she wasn't so happy about Isolde being here. Oh, well. They'll adjust.

Lance walks over to the front door, opening it up as the group of four reaches it and holding it open. Percy comes rushing into the room and stops beside Lance. "Hey, everyone! Glad you all got here okay!" He greets cheerfully.

"Oh, Percy, right? It's wonderful to see you again!" Tristan exclaims with just as much cheer. "These are my friends, Isolde, Chion, and Jade." He points to each one as he introduces them.

"Great!!" Percy shakes hands with each of the newcomers, waving the rest of Lance's friends over. "This is Anne, Donny, Gawain, and my boyfriend, Nasiens! And-" Anne barrels into Isolde with a squeal, interrupting Percy.

"Anne!? I didn't know you'd be here!!" She exclaims as the two embrace quickly before pulling back.

Percy smiles at the two before continuing. "And then there's Lance, of course!"

Lance steps back into view after closing the front door and locking it, sending a wave at the new people in the room. "Hey, guys." He says casually.

Before anyone else can answer, Tristan comes right up to him and plants a kiss on his lips. Lance immediately wraps his arms around the silverette and returns the kiss without hesitation. He hears a choked gasp and a "What!?" from his group of friends and he internally snickers. Tristan pulls away slightly, giving him an amused smirk. "I got you your stupid butter and milk." He whispers, his arm coming up to show the grocery bag he's holding in one hand.

"Well, thank you very much, your majesty. I appreciate the hard work you put in, in order to do so." He whispers back, taking the bag from him. "Now I can make dinner." He says in a normal volume this time.

Tristan gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Am I finally getting to taste the Lancelot Antin's cooking?"

"Oh, don't get too cheeky now, maybe I'll change my mind." Lance quips.

The prince narrows his eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

Lance sighs. "You're right, I wouldn't. Only cause Anne would kill me if I made us go out for something, though." He points his thumb at the bluette.

"Damn right." Anne grumbles, arms crossing over her chest.

"Huh. Good to know." Tristan has a mischievous glint in his eye as he turns away from Lance. Lance just shakes his head, chuckling at the prince's antics.

Tristan starts introducing himself to the rest of Lance's friends and people start to mingle, so Lance takes the milk and butter into the kitchen, putting them away for now. He then finishes his process of defrosting the sausage and then sets it aside for the moment. He then gets out the flour, baking powder and sugar, setting them on the counter as he gathers up other things he'll need.

A few minutes later, he's just starting to flatten the biscuit dough he made when arms wrap around him from behind. "That's kinda hot, you showing off all your muscles like that. Definitely a view I could get used to." Tristan comments.

Lance snorts. "Is that so?" He asks, folding the dough over and then flattening it down with his palms.

"Mm-hm." The silverette nuzzles his face against the man's back and Lance feels butterflies take flight in his stomach at the simple affection. "Your friends seem really fun and this house is gorgeous. Thank you for inviting us." Tristan says sincerely.

Lance stops what he's doing for a moment to place his hands over Tristan's on his waist. "Of course. A lot of good memories have been made here, I'm glad I can add some with you to the mix." He admits.

Tristan doesn't reply, but his hands start to tremble slightly in his grasp. He's about to question why, growing concerned with the man's silence, but then Tristan just tightens his arms, hugging Lance tighter, and buries his face in his back, humming softly. Lance smiles softly and squeezes his hands before focusing back on the biscuit dough in front of him.

~*~

"Dinner's ready!!" Gawain swats a spatula against the living room doorway multiple times to get people's attention.

Lance shakes his head at her with a chuckle as he passes another full plate of food to the pinkette beside him. Isolde has insisted on helping him every opportunity she gets, including taking food from the kitchen to the dining room. Lance had an inkling that she was trying to get him to like her, which was confirmed when Tristan whispered to him to just go with it. Truth is, he has no problems with her. Tristan already explained to him that she doesn't see him in a romantic way and that they're just friends and nothing more, that Isolde is glad their arrangement is over now. And Lance believes them both, he has no reason not to. Not only does he trust Tristan's word, he trusts Anne's as well, and Isolde is a really close friend of Anne's. And so, he lets her do her thing, not like he's complaining about the help.

Lance passes the last plate to Isolde before making sure all the burners are turned off and putting all the dishes he'd used into the sink. He'd made biscuits and gravy. It was simple and about the only thing he could've made with what they had. He'll go out and do some grocery shopping tomorrow morning, making sure there's some good freezer stuff stocked up for next time they come.

"Hey, do you know where the corkscrew is?" Donny asks him as he walks in, heading straight for the wine cart. Which was completely empty save for the wine and champagne glasses on it.

"Yeah, right here." Lance says, grabbing it out of a nearby drawer. "Whatcha need it for?" He asks curiously.

The redhead starts gathering champagne glasses, sending a wide grin Lance's way. "You're boyfriend brought us the wonderful gift of alcohol!" Lance chokes at the title Donny gave Tristan. Boyfriend. Lucky for him, Donny isn't paying much attention as he tries his best to balance all ten champagne glasses. "Hey, think you could bring that in yourself?"

"Y-yeah, I got it." Lance coughs. Donny then walks through and into the dining room, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

He'd be lying if he said he hasn't considered the title at least once. He has. Just yesterday, in fact. But...is it too soon? They've known each other for 8 months, but they've only been dating for a week. One single week that's been incredible. And when he imagines giving that kind of title to Tristan, and Tristan giving that same title to him in return, it just feels right. So maybe it isn't too soon for Lance, but what if it is too soon for Tristan? He just isn't quite sure what the right move here is yet.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and leaves the kitchen, finding that he's the last one to enter the dining room. There's a spot open for him right in between Tristan and Tristan's friend, Chion. The purple-haired man has eyes on him as soon as he enters the room, scrutinising his every move as he walks over to the empty chair. Lance just tries his best to ignore the distrust radiating from the man as he takes his seat. Tristan is currently chatting animatedly with the green-haired man on the other side of him. Lance smiles softly at seeing the two getting along so well.

"Alright! Who wants a drink?" Donny calls, drawing everyone's attention as he picks up the corkscrew that Lance had set on the table.

"Please be careful, Donny." Nasiens pleads.

"Don't worry, I got it." Donny waves him off.

"Yeah, don't worry, Nasiens. Donny learned his lesson from last time, when Anne damn-near beat the shit outta him." Lance teases the man, Gawain, Anne, Nasiens, and Percy snickering at the comment.

"Oh?" Jade raises an eyebrow in amusement and curiosity.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Donny grumbles, pushing the screw into the top of the champagne bottle and pointing the bottle in the direction of the kitchen, holding it close to the doorway. Everyone in the room winces at the loud pop as the bottle is opened. Donny then proceeds to fill everyone's glasses halfway, setting the bottle in the middle of the table and sitting back down.

"Oh! Does this mean we can do a toast?" Isolde says from her spot between Anne and Gawain.

"You should do one." Gawain suggests, elbow on the table and her head resting on her chin as she appears to admire Isolde, a look on her face that Lance hasn't seen in years. Well, that's new. Lance makes a note to keep an eye on that.

"Oh, well," Isolde looks around the table, receiving encouraging looks from everyone. "Well, I guess we should toast to new friends. I think I speak for all of my friends here when I say that we're very hopeful for the rest of the weekend. You all seem so wonderful already and this whole place is beautiful. So, thank you." She finishes speaking with a shy smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Cheers!" Tristan exclaims, reaching his glass out to clink against hers and then everyone else's as they all do the same.

From there, everyone begins to eat and dinner is anything but quiet. Everyone's chatting and having fun, though Chion seemed a bit uneasy the whole time. Halfway through dinner, Tristan's hand grabs his under the table and Lance intertwines their fingers together. Tristan turns and beams at him, bringing their hands up to his lips and kisses the back of Lance's. Lance then proceeds to look away and act as if the blush growing on his face isn't there as he continues eating, swearing he hears the prince snicker quietly beside him.

~*~

The next day, almost everyone sleeps in, unsurprisingly, and that includes Tristan. Something else Lance has learned about the man is that when he doesn't have anything to do the next day, he really likes to enjoy his sleep. Lance went and got groceries early on, returning with breakfast for everyone, though it ended up being more like lunch for a lot of them. And then it was collectively decided that they would all head down to the beach, as one does when staying at a beach house.

"So, you remember how you owe me one, right?" Tristan comes up to him and crouches down, his hands resting on his knee and his chin resting on his hands.

"Of course I remember. Why?" Lance asks from his place in the sand, leaning back on his hands and his legs stretched out in front of him to allow the water to run over them. His fingers tap against the sand as he stares back at the silver-haired man. 

Tristan gives him a shy smile. "I think I know what I want you to do."

He tilts his head at him. "Really? Ready to cash in already?" He jokes and Tristan giggles, nodding his head. "Well, what is it, then?"

The prince bites his lip, his body doing a small wiggle motion that Lance finds extremely cute. "Be my boyfriend?" He asks quietly.

Lance's breath hitches and he stares into his eyes, searching them for any hint of joking. All he saw was a mixture of anxiety, hope, and affection. "Is that all? Cause if that's the case, then you really don't need to use your favor to get me to say yes." He says, sitting up and reaching out to grab one of Tristan's hands in his. "I was plannin' on askin' you the same question already." He tells him.

Tristan's eyes light up. "So, is that a "yes", then?" He asks.

"Yes, your majesty, I will happily be your boyfriend." Lance grins at him, the sentence making his heart soar.

Tristan squeals slightly, jumping at him and tackling him into the sand, giving him a kiss that takes his breath away. Lance laughs against his lips and wraps his arms around the shorter man's waist, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. The silverette holds the blonde's face with both hands and deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over the other man's bottom lip. Lance accepts him, delving into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, drawing a moan out of the prince.

He pulls back and looks down at Lance. "I think I need a shower. Come help me clean up?" He asks coyly.

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Lance whispers. Tristan climbs off of him and stands up, Lance following suit, and Tristan grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers as he leads them back up to the beach house, leaving everyone else to their own fun.

The two of them quickly make their way to their shared bedroom for the weekend, going straight to the connected bathroom. Tristan turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature as Lance goes up behind him, planting kisses down his bare back as he reaches for the waistband of the silverette's swim trunks and pulls them down, sucking and nipping until a mark is left at the base of his spine. He stands back up as Tristan turns around, stepping out of the trunks pooled at his ankles and running his hands down Lance's sides and over his hips until he's pulling Lance's swim trunks down as well. Lance leans down and kisses the prince as Tristan starts walking backwards towards the shower, pulling the other man with him as he steps inside under the spray of water.

Tristan reaches down and grabs Lance's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip and drawing a groan out of the blonde-haired man. Lance bends down to grab the backs of both of Tristan's thighs, pulling the man up and placing his legs around his waist in one quick motion, causing Tristan to let out a small squeak as his hands latch onto Lance's shoulders. Lance chuckles as he presses Tristan's back to the shower wall. The silverette arches into him, his body instinctively reacting to the cold tile touching his skin, and the action causes his cock to rub against Lance's. Both men moan into the kiss, pressing closer to find that same friction again.

Lance grabs his bodywash from one of the shower shelves, pulling back from the kiss. "I'm supposed to be cleaning you up, right?" He says huskily as he pours some of the soap into his hands, blindly putting the bottle back on the shelf as he keeps his eyes on Tristan.

"Yes, I do believe that was the intention of this shower." Tristan says, smirking as he runs his nails down Lance's chest lightly.

"Thought so." Lance says as he reaches down and wraps his soap covered hand around both his and Tristan's cocks, holding them in a firm grip and giving one, single tug before stopping and Tristan bucks his hips up, trying to get a continuation of the motion. Lance tsks and changes his grip on the prince, instead grabbing tight hold of his hip and pinning it in place.

Tristan gasps and bites his lip. "I love it when you take control." He comments.

Lance gives another tug, this one quicker. "You implying that I usually don't, little prince?" The pet name slips out, something he'd never called Tristan before, but it gets a very noticeable reaction from the other man.

"N-not at all, s-sir." He stutters out, his eyes wide and dark, the absolute furthest thing from innocent.

That flash of heat runs through his body again at being addressed as such and he pumps his fist as he growls out, "Say it again."

"Sir. P-please." The silverette tries to move his hips again.

"Stop squirming, little prince, and I'll give you what you want." He breathes out. Tristan whimpers, but stays still, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Good." The blonde whispers, before making good on his promise, pumping his fist and continuing the motion instead of stopping after just one pass.

Both of them groan and Lance starts moving his hips in time with his fist. Tristan lets out a whine and Lance digs his nails into the prince's hip, a warning for him not to move yet. Lance speeds up the motions of his hand a bit, groaning. "L-Lance. Sir." Tristan's voice is strained and Lance presses their foreheads together.

"Almost there, sweetheart, just wait a bit longer." He pants.

He jerks them both off quickly now, chasing both their highs but his main focus is Tristan in that moment. They both moan together as they get closer, the hot water beating down on them without much notice from either one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tristan chants, his back arching forward more with each curse and his body starts tensing up, like a coil getting ready to spring, and Lance is feeling much the same way.

"That's it, little prince, let me see you cum." The taller man encourages, and that was all it took for the silver-haired man to fall apart in his arms.

"Oh, Lance!" He shouts, body locking up completely as he cums hard. Lance tries his best to keep watching the beautiful sight unfolding before him, but his own orgasm takes over and his vision blurs as he cries out Tristan's name in return.

Tristan comes down from his high with another whimper, Lance with a soft groan, and both of them become still finally except for the heaving of their chests as they try to catch their breaths. "Damn." Lance says.

Tristan giggles. "I cannot wait to do some more exploring with you."

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A/N: What do you think?? Did you guys like this chapter or no?? Tell me your thoughts, I wanna know!!! I actually got this chapter finished last night but afterwards, I was so tired and felt like I was about to pass out from exhaustion, so I just waited to post this chapter until after I woke up but I woke up much earlier than I planned and Imma prolly go right back to sleep after I finish posting this, ngl. BUT whenever I wake up again, I’ll be working on chapter 6 and chapter 6 will definitely, 100% be out later today, so watch out for that!!! Ily, guys, thank you for reading!!!!

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[abihastastybeans]

Hey! Hope exams are going okay : D

When you have time...

Which HP character do you identify with the most?

Which HP character is your favourite to read about?

Which HP character is your favourite to write about?

Who is your "most hated" character?

Which character do you dislike writing about?

Athenaaaa <3 Today's paper was good, thanks for asking :)

It was so lovely to see this ask after coming home really tired haha so ofcourse I'm going to answer this immediately

1. Which HP character do you identify with the most?

Remus Lupin! I relate to him so much that sometimes when I'm reading something Remus Lupin critical I'll be thinking 'damn these people would HATE me irl' 😂 Whenever I'm writing Remus, i take inspiration from myself! I infact have a text with which i explained it to a friend, lemme find it~

So yeah. That's also one of the reasons Remus is my favourite. Narcissus would be proud of me

2. Which HP character is your favourite to read about?

I honestly cannot choose one! This is such a wonderfully talented fandom that i love reading so many interpretations of so many characters... You want standalone characters, ships, friendships, rivalry, or whatever the hell kind of characterisation you want, this fandom has it. Therefore i would have to answer that it changes from time to time xD

3. Which HP character is your favourite to write about?

I'm still figuring out this writing thing and haven't written that many characters, so I'm gonna go with Lily :) When you go to certain sketchy parts of the fandom there is a lot of Lily hate and it really bothers me because there is so much potential there! We know so little about her but i feel like she's a friend iywim? I love Lily so much. I'm going to write so much Lily.

4. Who is your "most hated" character?

I try not to dwell on hate because there's already so much of it :p but for the sake of this ask - it's professor sneep

5. Which character do you dislike writing about?

Once again, not much writing experience but - It's Peter😂 One, despite being a death eater, he was still a marauder and we shouldn't like. erase him from the story because he is a reaaally interesting guy but also i don't know how to write a decent Peter! What kind of personality do i give him? In a world with no voldemort, what will Peter be like? In muggle AU what will Peter be like? Can I use him as the stereotypic bad guy in whatever genre of fic i write - but that seems shallow doesn't it?

I find writing Peter so difficult and so dislike him altogether lol. Infact i had Peter break his leg in my first fic so that i can send him home :p Talk about a cop out...

[effervescentdragon]

Hi hi hi so im like all keyed up and like have the biggest smile on my face rn and thats jus cause i read in the reflection and OH MY GODD i forgot how could it was (is) but yeah so like i read it frm the first chapter again and lemme tell you i fell in love all over again . I really forgot how good this was . Okay so lemme tell you about my favourite parts (or like things that i absolutely loved and want to like pick your brain (with your permission obviously) because how can someone come up with something that good) so 1. The fact like Charles always runs and like barrels into Carlos and hugs him everytime (everytime is a stretch but he's done it a couple times so ) like that is just so sweet to me and it brings me so much joy. Right also idk if im making up things but that scene in ch 1. where they all talking about the leclerc brothers and Sebastian blushes and something lewis says am i reading too much there ? Oh and i love how you like told the background of the leclerc family like it was all so seamless. And the part where they say monte carlo is their city that was so tender like my heart was hurting. Oh oh also the part where lando kisses carlos and i had to like pause for a minute and i was like honestly worried what was gonna happen next like the anticipation was bad i was so nervous and charles playing the piano for carlos when carlos is like semi panicking is so so tender and sweet and everything nice like i was swooning oh and like my favourite part was finding out the marc you were talking about in brazil was MARC MARQUEZ like i thought about it but wasnt sure but when you mentioned alex i was like yayyy like yess im starved for marc crumbs but yeah and seb just being overall such a good character and i live how you incorporate the red bull seb because yes at his core his always redbulls like thats him and the part where you were like marc dragged alex with him is such a good line or like thinking because yeah redbull is cruel and and lorenzo was such a suprise character like he was so kind and you jus made me fall in love with him the whole scene with carlos and him was jus chefs kiss and this whole part "No, I’m not okay. I’m a failure, and a coward, and I am wasting my life..." just broke my heart in pieces like it was so raw and this part also "So Carlos raced in his new Ferrari and learned everything he could from Sebastian..." is so good because of how if you put it next to how he felt in the start its so different and it kinda shows how carlos changed like the parallels are insane like mind blowing insane i think that was one of my favourite things . And lets not forget the whole elevator scene that was just like nerves i was so excited to see what happens next and all the reactions like they were all so spot on and the fact that charles might have been the first person (outside his family i guess) that stood up for him is something so personal to me . This story is good good that like im not sure how to tell you like i dont even know if i have enough words and last but like my most most favourite thing when they finally kiss i wanted to like scream like yess and you ended it on such a good note. And im like so sorry that you feeling the way you are i think i wish i could just give you a hug (with permission again) and i hope you feel alright soon.♡♡♡ PS. Im so sorry if this is like stupidly long but i just wanted to like tell you everything and if this sounds like rambling and if doesnt make sense i am also sorry it is like 3 in the morning. But yeah :) :) :)

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ive read this like 7 times since i woke up, thank you SO MUCH FOR THIS! dont apologize for it being too long, there is no such thing as too long when it comes to feedback on my writing, it just makes me sooooo happy!! and of course you can pick my brain about things, permission granted i LOVE talking about my writing and i love when people like it!!! :DDD

okay so yes, they are just generally very touchy with each other and i tried to show it. also charles is a flirt and he likes being manhandled so he used every chance to have carlos manhandle him :)) and yes, i know i had sth about seb and lewis in this verse somewhere, but i have no idea what or where. we'll see how things develop, because i know seb will be a big part of it in general with being carlos' teammate and charles'.. whatever he is. friend. mentor. something :D

lando kissing carlos was the first thing i wrote for this chapter, and that was back in october or so. i remember asking misa about whether my carlos' reaction to it was right because i wasnt sure about my carlos characterisation. and YES. i got into motogp, and by that i mean i got into marc (i wish vice versa was also happening) and then i couldnt resist at least mentioning him :D bcs it fit so well with the whole red bull thing :D

yes im so glad you noticed! i tried to show carlos' progress as a person throught he fic, in his racing but also in how he looked at himself and the world around him! and yeah, charles standing up to sr wasnt supposed to happen now, bcs my notes for the next chapter were atually "charels&sr, charles isnt impressed", but it just fit narratively, and im a big fan of letting the story tell itself.

i am accepting all the hugs and thank you so so fucking much for this, i was grinning the whole time i read it, every time, it means the world! <333 im feeling a bit better now, so thank you for asking! <3 i hope oyu have a wonderful day, you made mine!

[acourtofladydeath]

🎵💚 Once bitten and twice shy, I keep my distance but you still catch my eye. Tell me baby, do you recognize me? ❤️🎵

I certainly hope not because I’m going out of my way to ensure that you don’t

Hi it’s me again (santa)

I hope your week is going well!! I’ve been thinking about your present and I was curious if you would prefer something canon-compliant/canon-divergent and/or pre-canon?

Also, I have plans to incorporate Nesta and I was wondering if there were any other characters or ships that would be fun for you to read if I included them? No promises to get them all, but I’ll do my best!

Final fic-related question: do you have any hard limits? Anything that you actively do not want to read or read about? I want to ensure that your present is as enjoyable as possible ❤️

Now because you seem very cool and I’d like to get to know you, I’m going to quiz you a little more 😂

What is your favorite color? (mine is either cornflower blue or mossy green)

What’s your go-to comfort film? (a few of mine are P&P (2005,) Under the Tuscan Sun, and The Holiday.)

Most Ardently Yours,

Santa

HI SANTA!! Thank you for that, by the way, I will now have that song stuck in my head through the end of the year at a minimum.

I like to stay close to canon compliant, but it could be pre, during, or post! Honestly as long as they're together and happy.

I did want to add that I will enjoy smut, but I truly want these boyos to be in L.O.V.E. = LOVE. I'm such a sucker for a good story behind any smutty bits that may be included. Smut not required, story preferred. (BUT smut not discouraged AT ALL, I just prefer it to be a part of the bigger story. Set the stage, ya know?)

So excited to hear about Nesta!!! If and only if it works with your story I'd love to see the bat boys in there for 2 reasons:

Nessian moments, my other favorite ship.

The bat boys reactions to Azris is one of my fave parts of the ship.

Also would never say no to seeing Lucien, especially for more brotherly love vibes. But I don't have super strong opinions on additional characters!

I had to think about hard limits for a while because I don't have many, if you've delved into my AO3 bookmarks at all you'll see QUITE A RANGE LEMME TELL YOU. I'm typically not a fan of anything that straight up bashes characters, I truly see them all with faults, strengths, and weaknesses. As long as things/opinions are explained within a fic, I'm good with most of it. There are no individual characters I avoid or dislike. I'm not a fan of elriel (I'm mentioning this because it's one of the only things I typically scroll past but not sure it's at all applicable here?) If you're specifically asking about kink ranges, lemme know cuz they're WIDE AND VARIED. If there's anal there must be lubrication of some kind, that's a hard line for me.

As for my favorite color, I've got a lot of teal things, but I'm starting to tend more towards deeper, darker blue-greens and lots of forest greens.

Comfort movie? Oh gods...this question...I'm not sure that I have one. I literally had to go look at my streaming services because I haven't watched many movies recently. I also tend to rewatch TV shows more than movies d/t time constraints. I'm also such a mood watcher/reader/listener that this answer literally changes hourly. I'm a huge fan of Disney's Peter Pan (see: my Azris Peter Pan AU), Beauty and the Beast (OG animation), and Hercules. I don't think I could watch The Prince of Egypt enough in one lifetime. Anastasia is another favorite. I enjoy The Proposal a lot too. White Christmas is my favorite Christmas movie. I'm a huge sucker for movies like "Rush" that are retellings of actual events (and a big F1 fan).

Pride and Prejudice and The Holiday are both great movies that I really enjoy, but haven't watched in a while!!

I'm looking forward to see what you cook up with and getting to know you more as well!!

Sincerely,

A chronic over explainer who could not come up with simple answers and I hope that's okay. Please feel free to ask for clarification on anything!

[scnkei]

@ichigokurosaki ,, starter . 

     He had not WANTED Rukia and Renji to follow Kurosaki to Hueco Mundo. It had tied down his own actions. He knew from the moment they left that he would follow. He could’ve prevented them from going, of course. But they would not have forgiven him for keeping them away from saving their friend. They were children in the end. Byakuya had only hoped that he’d be able to follow SOON ENOUGH. To prevent their deaths. He had left Renji in Kurotsuchi’s care, because he knew Rukia was in more of a dire situation than his fukutaichou. Renji was stronger than Rukia. Kurosaki had been saved by Zaraki. All in all - it had been a successful rescue mission. The Kuchiki Clan was not happy that Byakuya’s part in the Winter War had been so small. All he had done was defeat the 7th Espada. That was not good enough.

     Kurosaki was not to blame for any of this. He was just a child, who had done what he thought was right. Byakuya still wished to speak to him about it though. He wanted to know HOW he could just blindly storm into Hueco Mundo, risking his own and his friends’ lives in the process. If Byakuya, Zaraki and Kurotsuchi had not arrived, they would all be dead. Byakuya was not looking for gratitude - but he was looking for an explanation. 

      ❝ The dust has settled, after this winter we are not soon to forget. ❞

[silenciochang]

When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: Diagon Alley - Near Slug & Jiggers With: Amelia @the-underestimated-amelia-bones

There was a great deal more to helping run an Apothecary than hunching over a cauldron brewing differing concoctions. Luckily, Niniane was very talented at what she did and they seemed to be turning over a better profit every year, despite the uncertain times they lived in. Bloise wanted to do everything he could to keep the pressure off of her though. She used to go and grab some of their deliveries from time to time but he didn’t want her going out without him if they could help it... He hated how controlling it sounded but it would keep her safe. 

Luckily, he’d phrased it as wanting the exercise and she seemed pleased to have him out of the shop for an afternoon. So, he happily ventured into the alley and picked up four heavy boxes full of ingredients. He could see a few eyes resting on him as he moved and couldn’t figure out why (the tight, sleeveless vest he was wearing likely had something to do with it). 

He heaved the boxes into a better grip and carefully kept going, almost to the shop when he spotted a figure waiting outside it. “Oh, my apologies,” he stuck his head to the side to get a better look at the woman, “Ms Bones?” he asked, recognising her from the year above him in school. “Just passing by or is there anything I can make for you?” her asked politely.

[ladyofmedicine]

@mildlysanex

“Hmm, let me see.” Maria turned from the shirt on the shelf, to Benjamin, and back again before nodding. “Yes, this is much better. You see how the shirt falls on its hanger? Wide and the shoulders and tapering in towards the waist? Your torso does the same thing so by tailoring to this slim fit you will have a much more flattering shirt. That and this burgundy colour is very popular right now.” Maria told him with a smile, plucking it off the shelf and adding it to the large pile over her arm, several shirts, pants and even a few jackets and ties.

“I think we have enough to move to the changing room now,” she told him lightly, “After all, there is now point in purchasing these unless we are sure they will fit.” 

[wholesomeivygreen]

Sukuna never had a problem getting himself off. He had multiple people to pleasure him ofcourse. It was always one needy whore after another, girl or boy, man or woman. They all wanted to be beside him and praise him.

All untill you. You and your innocent little joy of life.

The day he saw you he was raptured by your sweet smile and blinding beauty. Ofcourse sukuna being the king of curses wanted a taste of you and he knew that once you got a taste of him, you would be on your knees ready to serve him, or so he thought.

To lure you in he disguised himself as a commoner. As much as he hated it that was the only way he could get you to sleep with him. And so there he was standing in front of you- hand in hand...and in a date? He didnt quite understand the concept of dating. It was bizzare and quite complex.. I mean why spend time talking about interests and giving information about oneself that can be used in battles when you could indulge in worldly pleasures lusting over him.

But when he stood there, next to your smiling figure that was failing to get the toy out of the mysterious box of gifts and treasures or as you called it a claw crane.

He didn't understand how small things like those could excite you, he knew he could get you better toys, gifts unfathomable to human kind. Gifts and treasures that only the richest-

"Hehe look isnt this one adorable" you swirled your arm into his pulling him close to hear your heavenly laughter more clearly making him twinge with goosebumps.

As you continued to adore the little ball of cotton he made it his mission to buy the biggest toy there was. Huffing his chest when making the promise only to find you laughing and telling him that it was late and you both needed to catch the last bus.

Scoffing he agreed but somehow the walk back to the station made his way with talks and taunts that somehow made the curse laugh with genuine joy and peace.

Sometimes he found himself smiling and bit too fondly and having to remind himself that he was the kind of curses, devil reincarnated, a powerful curse who once ravaged the earth making thousands tremble-

Disturbed from his thoughts you pulled him down to land the lightest kiss on his cheekbone making him stare at you in wonder.

"Good night sukuna" ofcourse he told you his name....well he wanted to tell you his actual form too but after tonight...god what if he would scare you? What if you didnt want to be with him...wait be with him? Why would he be worried if you wanted to be with him or not?

Laughing he questioned his thoughts making him talk to himself in the dark way back home

'Yea right. Me the powerful sukuna..wanting a woman like her to be with me' what rubbish he thought while having the slightest tinge of red coat his ears.

As a couple weeks went by you both got closer and closer. The more you grew closer you more flustered you got, and ofcourse he wouldnt miss any tiny detail. Everytime he did something to mess with you he would await to see your lovely flustered reaction.

When he would lean down to brush his lips on yours ever so slightly teasing every inch of your tiny self he found himself filled with eagerness and desperation to get closer and make you his. But oh dear god the way you would whimper and sound off his reactions sending blood straight to his dick.

When he found out you reacted like that, whimpering and trembling at his arms sensitive to his touch he found himself repeating it over and over again.

Only to break apart one day and found himself pinning you to the floor as he floated on top of you lips inches apart, eyes fumbling between his and his lips as though signaling to wanting more.

"You look so fucking pretty like this" he said cupping your tiny face with his big hand bringing it closer to a heated kiss, tongue swirling into your own only making you groan into the kiss. With every sound you made, every trace of your small fingers on his body he only was tempted more, tempted to rip off every piece of clothing your body dared to hold.

He wanted to leave marks all over your body, emotion of jealousy and possessiveness taking over him as he left dark red kisses onto your soft skin.

When he raised his head he found you looking at him with a shock.

"Wha- who are you?"

Confusion evidenton his face he jerked back "Huh doll what are you talking about? I'm sukuna"

"No..sukuna doesnt look like this" you said backing off to a corner and as he noted his tatto on his wrists he realised, he changed back to his form. A form he grew when in lust or holding a desire to monopolize something.

Fuck

"Sweetheart. It's me.. I was just-" he knew no words put together would explain who he was and the grew a bit angry when he saw your face holding disgust or so he thought.

Huffing he sat down explaining the most he could. Leaving out parts where he would continue on another day but today he needed you, he needed to feel you, to hear your sweet sultry voice begging him to make you cum.

To his shock you werent afraid, hurting he didnt tell you before this but as you scoped closer cupping his face clearly way too big for your tiny hand

"I just wish youd told me sooner. I dont care where you're from and what you did. As long as we are together I dont want to worry about that."

Sukuna never knew words could turn him on the way it did right now. Pouncing on you continuing where he left off he was quick to remove all your clothing.

As he removed his he noted the way you stared into his chest eyeing his every feature. As though you wanted to eat him up. As he removed his underwear your mouth fell wide.

There was no way that would fit you. No way

As though he could read your mind he came to kiss you deeply

"Dont worry brat, I'll make sure to stretch you wide enough to take me. Hmm? I know my princess will do that for me wont ya?" Nodding he smacked one hand on your cunt he trailed his fingers that were so big you worried about them fitting too.

As he rubbed circles on your clit enjoying every sound that poured out from your sweet lips. As he traced the lining of your dripping pussy he collected some of your juices in his fingers before bringing them to his mouth sucking on them

"Fuck you taste so good. Cant wait to fill you with my cum."

With the end of that sentence he entered your tight hole. Fingering you slowly at first so you got used to his huge fingers. He pumped you in and out observing every twitch and shiver you showed. He sucked onto one of your breasts and the other hand rubbed deep circles on your clit and massaged your folds.

The way he fingered you were sinful, every turn and pull making you moan in delight. As he swirled his index and pointing finger to pump more juices from your dripping cunt he came down to suck on your sensitive clit flicking it with his tongue. He continued his ministrations ramming his fingers into your twitching hole.

He was observant, learning your every reaction as he curled up his fingers to reach a spot so sensitive earning a Yelp and you scurrying away from his touch only for him to pull you back with his nails digging into the soft of your thighs. Kissing you thighs biting the inner side of them.

"Did I tell you could move away from my touch brat? The next time you scurry away and I wont let you cum. Okay? and be a good little whore and lemme stretch you" his words leaving a harsh warning into your brain you knew not to move. Rather you pushed your hips to match his pace as he fingered you to your orgasm.

As you felt a gush of water on your inner thighs you were left heaving and trying to make sense of reality when he came forward lining himself towards your entrance collecting the juices your dripping pussy let out.

"Hmm..and what should I do next princess?? Hmm?"

"Please- I.. want you in me" you said nervously fidgeting with you arms as you let you arms hang on his broad shoulders. He kissed the side of your ears whispering in an octave deeper than usual

"Want what?" He teasing and licking your ears, he knew it was your sensitive spot

"I want your huge cock. Please sukuna"

"Say it clearly brat" he said slapping your boobs before sucking and nibbling your tip

"I want ...want your big dick in me.. please sukuna"

"That's it..that's all I wanted to hear my sweet whore"

As words left your mouth you felt a stretch in your tiny pussy earning a groan from the great king himself before sinking in to reach the deepest part of you that no one ever could

"Fuck you're so fucking tight" he said ramming himself into you obliterating your sweet cunt. His thrusts never slowed down only growing stronger and a tad bit faster so that you were getting accustomed to him. The stretch was so much, too much for you to handle as you felt tears spilling from your reddened cheeks you held onto him hoping you make it out out this alive because the way he was making a mess out of you you werent sure.

He continued and on noticing your tears he kissed your cheeks and lips asking if you were okay. The great king reduced to asking whether you were okay or not..times had truly changed

"Go- go a bit slower.. you're...to..too big unnhhh" you said leaving nail marks on his back earning a hiss from him and that sentence just drove him over the cliff.

Realization hit and he slowed down not so much just a bit so that his arms were on either side of you, mouth kissing your cry of pleasure away.

Soon his arms held your waist in a way to slightly hold you up and he angled himself to curve himself into you. You gasped into the air, breath leaving your lungs for a second as he smirked with the power that only he had. To make such a face out of you.

Hair messed up, body sweating and mouth left gaping open for him to steal open mouthed kisses anytime he wants. As he pulled you closer every inch of his dick now entering your tight cunny you felt your stomach bulging a bit and on looking down you found a bump of his tip. Smirking he massaged the area

"Is my dick too big for you tight cunny hm?" He said but the sight of you fucked up like this only drove him nuts making him turn your insides violently making you scream.

"Yes..you're so big. So fucking biggg...fuck su...I'm.. I'm so.."

Circling your sensitive clit he groaned into the sensation of you tightening on him "I know princess. Fuck I'm close too"

As you felt white run out you jerked your hips to match his brutal pace whimpering about how big he was and how hes ruining you.

With every thrust he grew closer to his unbecoming as he let out white strings of hot cum into your tight sweet cunny.

The sight etched into his memory, you laid out in front of him bare and vulnerable with dark marks all over your body, cunt leaking out his cum and sheets soaked with both your fluids.

This was a sight he would never forget as he laid next to you bringing you on top of him you rubbed circles on his tattooed chest admiring his chiseled body.

He brought your face up to kiss him sweetly, as though he was scared he would break you.

You fell into a deep slumber while the curse stayed awake..wondering what to be done of his new pet.

[lemonpeter]

Time Will Tell

Chapter 2

Hi y’all 💕 sorry I’ve been pretty slow with content. So busy and tired with school and all. Not much energy/time for writing lol but I’m still here. Promise. I hope y’all enjoy this 💕

Warnings: d//s dynamics, natural d//s designation, recovering Bucky, past Bucky/Steve mentioned, background Tony/Steve, lemme know if I need to tag any more

Reminder for this au: avengers are a thing, Bucky was the Winter Soldier, all that stays. But Peter does not have powers.

Chapter 1 here

***

The drive to the compound was…different.

Bucky was too wrapped up in the worry of doing something wrong that he barely registered anything that Peter was saying. And the sub didn’t stop talking.

He really needed to take a look at his file when they got to their destination.

“- will there be a phone I can use? I need to call my aunt and tell her. I used to have my own phone but it broke and the last dom I was with wouldn’t get me a new one. Will I be able to get a new one maybe? Nah, I don’t wanna ask for too much. Never mind.”

Jesus, did this kid ever take a breath?

“Where are we going? I know this isn’t towards Brooklyn, mister-“

“Shh. Please. For thirty seconds.” Bucky took a deep breath. He didn’t want to be mean. But god, the talking.

Peter instantly deflated, cheeks flushing. “Sorry. I talk a lot when I’m nervous. Or excited. I’ll try to get it under control.”

The dom glanced at him. Guilt settled in his stomach as he caught the expression on the sub’s face. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to…all this.”

The young man nodded, hands fidgeting in his lap. “You seem quiet. So I can see that.”

“Yeah. I guess I am.” He looked to the road again. “We’re not going home yet. We’re going to the Avenger’s compound.”

Peter sucked in a sharp, excited breath. “What-“

“I’m not finished yet. We’ll stay there for tonight and figure out how things will work at home. And yes, there will be a phone you can use. And we’ll see about getting you a new one.”

The submissive nearly purred with his excitement. “Thank you, sir.”

Bucky smiled a little. “No problem.”

***

They got out once they’d reached their destination and Peter was immediately hyper again.

“This is so cool! Wow, this place is big.” Peter gripped the straps of his backpack - all the things he had with him inside.

Bucky frowned a little at that. They’d have to go shopping for more as soon as possible. “Yeah, it’s big. Stark…likes to be dramatic.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by someone else.

“I resent that. And to think I was coming out to welcome you with open arms.” Tony stepped outside, eyes on Bucky.

“I thought the place would be empty when we came.” Bucky wasn’t thrilled to see the other dominant. Sure, Tony was a good guy. But there were some things that Bucky just couldn’t get over. Although he was sure there was some of that on both sides.

“Well, we decided that it could be nice to meet your new sub. Plus it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

We. Bucky knew exactly what that meant. His stomach twisted as he thought about Peter meeting Steve. It was too soon, he didn’t have time to prepare.

Steve would know he was with someone. Or if he was there then he probably already knew. How would he react? Would things be weird? Would they change? Maybe all of it was just a bad idea-

Breathing felt nearly impossible as he ran through everything that could happen.

“Sir?” Peter made his way to Bucky’s side, staring up at his dom. “Breathe, it’s okay. I don’t mind that he’s here.”

Right, Peter wouldn’t think anything of it. His panic looked from the outside like it was directly related to Tony being there.

If only it was that easy.

The dom nodded a little, sliding his hand over the small of his sub’s back. It was such an unfamiliar motion, but it felt natural. He liked it. “I’m okay, I’m breathing. I’m glad you don’t mind.” He looked at Tony. “We don’t have anything to carry in. We’ll just settle into my room.”

“Alright, if you say so. I think Stevie was planning to fix dinner soon if you two haven’t eaten yet.”

Bucky’s stomach growled, betraying him. He hadn’t even thought to stop for food. Was Peter hungry too? He was so bad at this, he should have thought to ask. “Sure, maybe we can all eat together.”

Tony grinned. “Alright. We’ll be in the kitchen, just the little attached dining room. Feel free to join if you want.” He walked back inside after a lingering look at Peter.

The sub didn’t notice, eyes on Bucky. “Should we go in?” He could tell how tense the dominant was. Although he didn’t want to overstep, he had no idea what was okay for him to do. He’d never been with anyone like Bucky. And he didn’t really know what he was doing in general.

“Yeah, we should.” Bucky snapped himself out of it, smiling weakly. “I’ll show you to the room, you can change if you want. I can show you around.”

Peter nodded, eyes wide. “Okay! Lead the way.”

Bucky nodded, following through the same door that Tony had gone through. But he took a different route once inside, leading the sub to his room.

Peter followed right behind him, lips parted slightly as he looked around in amazement. Everything was so high tech and impressive and just- wow.

The dom looked back, smiling a little. “It’s a wonder, ain’t it. Yeah, Stark made sure to fit this place with all his newest stuff.” Even if he stole Bucky’s sub, he was still a genius. That couldn’t be denied.

“So cool,” the sub mumbled. “I’ve followed his work since I was little…but all this stuff that wasn’t seen by the public is…wow….”

“So you like science?”

Peter nodded, still taking in the sights around him. “Yeah, I do. Engineering, robotics, chem stuff, all that. Although I don’t have much…chance to do anything with it.” Things like that weren’t usually offered to submissives.

“That’s cool,” Bucky murmured. “We’ll have to see about classes or something.” Was that a thing? Could he do that?

“Thank you, uh…” he trailed off awkwardly. “I just realized I don’t know what to call you.” Peter’s cheeks colored. “I know whoever you were with called you James, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything specific. I know some doms are picky about not wanting their subs to call them by their names or anything.” He started rambling nervously, finally turning his eyes to the dominant.

Bucky smiled fondly at him. Then he realized that he didn’t really have an answer for him. “Uh, you can call me whatever. I really prefer Bucky over James, though. Or you could just address me as sir or something like that. Whatever you want.”

He was the worst dominant ever. He didn’t even know what he wanted to be called. He didn’t think most doms were okay with their subs calling them by name.

Oh well.

“Okay…Bucky,” Peter tried, testing it out. “Hey, where does that come from anyway? If your name is James.”

“My middle name,” Bucky supplied quickly, unlocking the door once they reached their destination.

Peter nodded. “Which is?”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me. It’s Buchanan.”

The submissive stared at him, lips pressed together as he clearly tried not to laugh. “Oh. Interesting.”

Bucky sighed. “Yeah. Well, it is what it is.” He snorted. “Anyways, here we are. You can change, look around. Whatever you want.”

Peter stepped inside hesitantly before setting his backpack on the bed. “Thank you.”

He unzipped it and frowned, looking inside. There was hardly anything, a few sets of clothes, hygiene items, and a single old star wars figure. He had more at May’s, but still not much.

He pulled out an old tee shirt and laid it out on the bed. He could keep on the same jeans that he was wearing but a change of top would be nice.

He pulled his top off, making an annoyed sound when his glasses got moved. He took them off and set them down to finish getting his shirt off. Then he remembered the dom behind him, smiling a little. “I, uh, I hope this is okay. If you wanted me to look nice I can wear something else.”

Bucky fought to keep his eyes up as he shook his head. “You can wear whatever you want. I don’t mind.”

Peter tried to fight down his smile. “Thank you. And you can look, it’s not a big deal. You’re my dom now, after all.” He shrugged, hands sliding over his sides gently.

He was thin. Probably too thin, but that would hopefully change with him being in Bucky’s care. Not much muscle to him, but that was okay. He was small and dainty and perfect.

Bucky could almost picture Steve as the one in front of him.

He knew that was probably really wrong. But he couldn’t help it.

Peter flushed slightly under his gaze, pulling his other shirt on. “Yeah. So, that’s my torso. Hope it’s okay, you didn’t look beforehand. Sorry if it’s disappointing.”

“What? No, it’s good. It’s a good…stomach.” Why was he so awkward?

The sub snorted. “Thanks. Well,” he held his hands out. “I hope this is okay. It’s definitely more comfortable.” He pulled at the tight collar that had been put on before he left. Bucky had already unclipped the leash in the car but left the collar on.

Bucky watched him. “Do you want to take that off?”

“Can I? I mean, I wasn’t sure if that would…be okay with you….”

The dom reached over, undoing the collar and tossing it onto the bed. Peter’s neck was rubbed raw in places and irritated nearly all the way around. If he’d known that then he would have taken it off much sooner. “We’ll need to get you one that actually fits.” He frowned. “And you look cute. Do you wanna look around the room some more? Or are you hungry?”

“Honestly…pretty hungry. I didn’t get to have breakfast. Or lunch. So….”

Bucky frowned. “Okay, food it is. Let’s see what Steve is cooking up.”

***

They could smell cooking dinner all the way down the hallway.

Bucky tried to ready himself. Steve was going to meet his submissive. He was officially off the market.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

They walked into the kitchen, Peter right behind Bucky.

Steve turned around, grinning when he saw the dom. “Hey, pal.”

The dominant waved slightly, not trusting himself to open his mouth. Steve should have been his sub. Things shouldn’t have changed.

They could have lived their lives together just like they’d talked about back in the day. And it was acceptable now, no one would even bat an eye.

Things could have been so perfect.

A small hand gripping at his jacket brought him back to the present. He wasn’t with Steve. He never would be. And he had a new submissive.

He turned to look at Peter. “Hey, doll. You okay?”

Peter scratched at his neck. “Yeah. Sorry, just didn’t want to get too far from you.”

Bucky nodded. “That’s okay. It’s good that you’re sticking close.” Positive reinforcement. Subs liked that, right? “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Steve watched them, an unimpressed look crossing his face. But he didn’t comment on it. “I’ve almost got dinner ready. Peter, can you help me set the table?”

The younger submissive frowned. He didn’t want to be treated like a housewife just because of his designation. “Um…”

He looked up at Bucky, unable to hide his feelings about the task.

The dom didn’t really catch on, however, giving him a gentle push. He figured maybe he just didn’t want to move away from him. “Help Stevie, doll. It’ll just take a second,” Bucky encouraged. Although he figured that he completely misread the situation when Peter left with a huff.

Steve rolled his eyes and set out the plates and silverware before moving back to the stove. Leave it to Bucky to pick the worst sub in existence.

Maybe that was just his own bias.

Bucky sat down at the table, Tony coming in and taking her seat across from him.

They watched the subs, Tony smiling when Peter set his plate in front of him. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” the sub mumbled under his breath.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Feisty, aren’t we? Alright, message received.” His eyes dropped to the fresh cut on the sub’s lip. “How’d you get that?”

Bucky cleared his throat uncomfortably. He didn’t see this going well. “Tony, stop. Peter-“

“You don’t have the authority to tell me to stop.” The other dom leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I asked him a question.”

Peter glared at him, stepping closer. “I punched a dom who disrespected my friend. He punched back.” He threw down Tony’s silverware. “And I’m not afraid to do it again, I don’t care who you are.”

Tony blinked, taken aback. “You little-“

“Peter, come here.” Bucky tried to sound stern, but it just came off embarrassed. “Now.”

The sub stood his ground for a moment, holding eye contact with the dom before going to him.

“You need to apologize.”

“No.” Peter crossed his arms. “I don’t want him to call me pet names. And I don’t want him to be nosy. I shouldn’t have to answer.”

Tony waved his hand, ignoring the sub. “It’s fine, he’s adjusting. Not a big deal.” He looked at Bucky. “But he needs some training. Not everyone will be as understanding as me.”

Bucky saw Peter stiffen and reached out to grab his arm. That way he couldn’t lunge at Tony or anything. “Okay. I’ll look into it.”

“Good.” Tony shook his head, sighing. He looked over at Steve. “Ready, honey?”

Steve nodded, bringing the food to the table. Once he was finished he sat down next to Tony, glancing at Bucky.

The other dom looked at Peter, letting go of him. “Okay, sit here.” He patted the seat next to him. It was the furthest place he could be from the other two.

Peter sat down, staring at his plate.

Bucky gave the other two a tense smile. “Everything smells really great. Good job, pal.”

Dinner was sure to be awkward.

***

Bucky learned quickly that Peter wasn’t like most subs.

He wouldn’t take being treated differently because of his designation. And he didn’t want to be patronized (although who did.)

He was quick to pick a fight over whatever he saw fit even though physically he was always going to lose. He held firm to what he believed.

But he began to soften when he saw that Bucky needed him.

Sure, Peter wasn’t like most subs. But he was so much like the one Bucky missed.

Maybe he should have thought it all through before getting a sub involved.

***

Something was bugging Steve about the other sub. He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Laying in bed that night he kept going over it in his mind.

“Peter just seems really…familiar, that’s all.” Steve sighed, leaning into Tony’s touch. “Do you think they’ll last?”

Tony hummed. “I don’t know. Subs like that usually don’t find a permanent place. They need a serious firm hand and - no offense - but I don’t think your buddy knows what he’s getting into.”

The sub nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right. But hey, I turned out okay, right? And I was…just…like him….” He trailed off, eyes narrowed as it hit him.

“You did. But you weren’t that bad, honey.”

“No, I was. But not when you got me.” He was when Bucky had him.

That asshole was replacing him.

[themightyaliendwarf]

On Casting Actors (new Interview with a Vampire)

So, I'm not a huge expert on Vampire Chronicles. I'm only familiar with the first 3 books (Vampire Lestat being obviously my favourite) and I have vague knowledge on the later books. A knowledge about the stuff I didn't need to know, may I add - for example, the scene with Lestat and Dora + the whole Realm of Atlantis.

But I really enjoy those books and a movie! (yes, movie, singular). So, I was very happy when I saw they are announcing new series that would cover more of the stories. And then more announcements have been made...

Now, alright, I don't feel like everything has to be a 1:1 copy of the source material. Absolutely not! Forrest Gump is a perfect example of a movie being very different from the novel and, in result, being waaay better. But you have to be careful with what you change. Especially if the changes you are making, even if they are interesting, break worldbuilding.

So, lemme address the elephant in the room. Jacob Andreson has been cast to play Louis. While he might be a fantastic actor, it's a rather odd choice to pick a man of colour to play a French slave owner from the XVIII century. There, I said it! And, alright, I do think your capabilities as an actor are overall more important than how you look. But! I feel like in this case it looks more as a rewriting the history than picking your best option.

Obviously, I'm not saying people of colour shouldn't play major parts in media that are set in the past. But if the show you are making at least try to be somewhat historically accurate, I feel like it is your job, as a filmmaker, to approach this subject in a respectful and careful way.

A good example I can think of is The Musketeers by BBC In this show Porthos is a man of colour. Okay, how would a man of colour become a musketeer in the XVII France? They address it! They actually give him a backstory that explains it. They use this casting choice as a way to add something new in this story and, in my opinion, it went really well + let's now forget that Dumas had a black ancestor. So, making one of his character a person of colour is, in a way, a nod to the author.

So will dark-skinned Louis work? I honestly have a hard time imaging it. When I read the book, I would constantly find myself thinking "this guy is so white". And that's purely because who is was and how he would behave. I mean, this guy is so arogant and he constantly looks down on everybody + the historical context only leads me to one conclusion: of all the characters from the Vampire Chronicles, Louis is the most white. I think Armand or Nicolas would be perfect with darker skin, but not Louis.

Ok, so let's put some good stuff here too. Sam Reid as Lestat. I honestly find it hilarious that Lestat will be played by an Aussie. Don't know why, I just do :D I think my only criticism would be that he is way older than Lestat should be, but Tom Cruise was also about the same age as Reid. I don't think anybody would say that Cruise did a bad job as Lestat, so all good here. And Lestat is the best character (it's not an opinion, it's a fact), so as long as we have a good actor here, we are golden.

And now onto the news that made me write this already long post. Bailey Bass will play Claudia. So, Claudia is 5 when she is turned in the book. Obviously, it's not really possible to cast a 5-year-old in a role like this. You would have to use a creepy CGI baby from Twilight and I don't think we want that! In the movie, they cast a 11-year-old actress. I think she was fantastic and still true to the book. After all, 11-year-old-girl is still a child. Bass is 18. Now, I think she kinda looks like how I would imagine Claudia - the golden hair. But having Claudia this old is massively changing the story. I mean, really! Two of the main aspects of Claudia character are:

a) she uses her innocent looks to lure her victims, b) she is frustrated with her fragile and small body, and she blames Lestat&Louis for turning her at such a young age.

I don't think it works with a 18-year-old! At this point I can accept dark-skinned Louis, but this one is a bit too much. I feel like they are putting themselves into a place when they will have to make huge changes to the story. Yes, they might turn out to be alright, but there are reasons why I stopped watching American TV shows.

Overall, I'm still hoping it will turn out to be okeish as Netflix's Witcher (so, very different from books but still kinda enjoyable ~but only with Polish dubbing~), but I'm setting my expectations to be low.

[txdoroki]

Not sure if you were still looking for angst requests, but I've been thinking about either Todoroki or Bakugou fighting someone who had a quirk that allows them to view into another person's mind and take the shape of someone the hero knows. Based on this, the villain takes the form of their s/o and they then have to fight the person they love. Which is hell for them. And they go home afterwards to find the loved one there and waiting for them and it turns from angst to NSFW as the s/o reassures them they are indeed here and real. Sorry if that's too specific, just an idea that's been rolling around in my mind for a while now. Lol.

aww that sounds so sad :( let’s do it :D hope this is good !! and its not too specific, honestly the more specific the better in most cases! 

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“what is it, little hero? you trying to block me from your mind with something as silly as ice?” the villain snickered, jumping back from the ice that was launched at them and holding their hand out again to try and see into todoroki’s mind.

don’t give up, shoto, don’t think don’t think.

“very interesting, you have a girlfriend waiting back at home, huh? well, i have good news for you,” the villain smiled, “i can bring her here now!”

“don’t you da-” todoroki gasped when the villain’s face and body turned into yours.

“fight me now, oh this’ll be so much more fun!” the villain laughed in your voice, staring at him while he just stood there, “have you forgotten how to use that flashy quirk of yours? or is it because you’re scared?”

he was fighting an internal battle of. should i really? i don’t know if it actually hurts her. i can’t fight her, how will i look her in eyes after this.

“awe, don’t make me start everything,” the villain lunged at him, easily being stopped in their tracks by his ice while his thoughts went berserk.

i can just use my ice.. that’s the safest option right? i’m not using my fire against her.. even if they just look like her i can’t. i’m not my father.

he tried using his ice to trap the villain so he could call the police, but it didn’t work. every time he would, the villain would just break through.

“see, a good thing about my quirk is it gives me a strength boost! gonna have to use that fire, hmm?”

“would you be quiet?” he yelled, putting the villain in yet another ice block. he just needed some way to trap them, to call the police.

“cmon, burn your beloved into a crisp like a good boyfriend.” the villain cooed in your cheerful and warm voice. todoroki tried to close off his ears so he didn’t have to hear the taunts, but he had to use his quirk too often to be able to. usually he loved hearing your voice and seeing you, but right now was not one of those times. well, technically it wasn’t you, but it was starting to feel that way. 

after a while of the ice jailrooms being broken apart by the villain, todoroki decided to give in. he couldn’t do this all night. he had to physically stop himself from screaming when he began using his flames. he had his eyes closed shut, hoping that the villain’s quirk would shut off sooner rather than later.

while flames surrounded the both of them, the villain dropped to the ground, tears flowing from your- their eyes. the sight broke his heart, but this was the only way. 

“why would you do that to me, sho? you promised you’d never hurt me,” the villain sobbed while shoto used his fire on them. then they let out a blood curdling scream when the fire came near them, and it sounded exactly like you. 

while he called the cops, shoto stared at the villain with blank eyes, wanting to throw up. he couldn’t believe what he just did. your screams echoing in his ears.

once the cops arrived and took away the villain, shoto ran to find his car and drive home. he couldn’t handle another goddamn fight right now.

you had been sleeping mainly all day, stirring awake when a tingling sensation began to overcome your arms and legs. you had just stayed in your bed and scrolled through your phone, only getting up to see who was at the door.

“oh hey, sho!” you smiled at him from across the hallway. sliding down the hall in your fluffy socks, you ran to him, eager to hold him.

your day had been so boring, and you had been looking forward to this moment all day.

“hi.. are you hurt, love?” his voice cracked, his gaze never leaving the floor.

“what? no,” you embraced him, kissing his shoulder, “i’m in no pain, but what happened?”

“nothing, i’m going to take a shower.” he weakly smiled in your direction, not looking you in the eye still, and put his bag down, hoping you’d let his behavior slide.

you pouted in his direction, concern filling your body. 

honestly, he didn’t feel dirty. he felt disgusting. how could he hurt someone who looked so much like you.

he turned the shower on until it was blistering hot, it burned but he needed something to be able to get the feeling of shame to wash away.

you’re just like your father you’re just like your father you’re just like your father was all his mind was saying, and he scrubbed at his skin, desperate to forget what he’d done.  

a small voice interrupted his thoughts, “baby?” and he heard you step into the bathroom, “shoto come out here right now,”

“okay, what do you need, angel?” he tried to sound as joyful as he could.

“get out of the shower, i can feel how hot it is from here,” you reached a hand into the shower, grabbing his slippery hand and pulling him out.

you handed him a towel, trying to avoid staring at his body. this is a serious moment right now stop being thirsty. 

“what’s wrong?” he frowned when he saw the worried look that was spread on your face, “have you been crying?”

“that’s not important right now,” you whispered, and once he had the towel over his torso you brought him to sit next to you on the couch.

“now, what’s up, princess?” todoroki chuckled purely from how tense he felt, scared to be close to you for fear he’d burn you again.

“what happened today, tell me everything,” you put a hand on his back, rubbing it while he slowly shook his head no.

“i can’t, y/n,” his eyes burned as he felt tears begin to gather.

“please, i can help you!”

with a sigh he told you about his day, leaving you most of the details of the fight with the shapeshifting villain out of it.

“oh, shoto... you’re nothing like your father. you wanna know the biggest reasons why i know that?” you kissed his cheek, “you worried about this in the first place. i know you’d never hurt me,”

“i love you, y/n,” he crumbled into your embrace, “i love you so much,”

“i love you more,” you giggled, resting your head over his while he played with the end of his hoodie that you were wearing.

“so that’s where all my hoodies have been going,” he smiled up at you with teary eyes, finally making eye contact with you.

“yep,” you giggled, ruffling his drying hair.

you stayed in this position for a while, you only moving to caress his body.

“can i get up to erm.. put on clothes,” he wiggled from your grasps once he noticed that he only had the towel on, giggling to himself when he realized you fell fast asleep while holding him.

he quickly got up to change into sweats and a loose t-shirt, tip toeing back to your shared spot on the rather large couch. 

“princesssss,” he whispered and took a seat next to you, trying to wake you up so he could cuddle into you.

“mmmm what do you want,” you slowly opened your eyes and sat up, cocking your head when you noticed he wasn’t in your arms anymore. you yawned, beginning to curl up again before he picked you up.

“i love you,” he sat you on his lap, your legs curling around his waist. you rested your head on his shoulder as he reached for the tv remote.

while you were napping on his lap, he watched some show about tree frogs while running his hands up and down your back.

then he got an idea. it might piss you off but it’d be so funny if he just-

he ran his hand down your back and squeezed your ass. hard. your eyes shot open and you jumped off of him with a startled yelp. he lost it, laughing the hardest you’ve ever seen.

“what the hell, sho?” you teasingly hit the back of his head.

“sorry, angel, i couldn’t help it, that was so funny,” he giggled and tried composing himself, beckoning you back over with grabby hands.

“no, i’m going to nap in the bedroom,” you pouted at him but didn’t move, crossing your arms.

“no you aren’t,” he smiled at you as he got up and picked you up, dragging you back to the couch.

“stooop lemme sleep, i’m tired,” 

“i am letting you sleep, just messing with you, love,” he pouted at you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes until you shook your head and went back into the position you were in.

“fine, but if you do that one more time in going to bakugou’s” you giggled when he rolled his eyes.

“like hell you will,” his grip tightened on you as you went to sleep again, a few minutes going by before you felt his hands grip at your ass again.

“sho, stop,” you batted at his hand, but he grabbed your wrist and put it back around him.

“nope,” he gave you a toothy grin while he kneaded your ass and focused back on the show.

“thank you for everything,” you heard him whisper in your ear, guessing he thought you couldn’t hear him.

[evieonic]

Sanji/Luffy Headcanons!

A lot of you are really excited for part 2 of In Simple Joy and Peace and it’s coming, it’s in the works, it should be here hopefully really soon but until then, I got a few headcanons for ya. :D

So first of all, Sanji and Luffy as lovers- I feel like after they started dating, their relationship didn’t change that much. They were still goofy and silly, and they still would fight and act the same its just this time, there’s a known atmosphere that they don’t REALLY hate each other enough to fight, that’s just how they interact with each other and they know they love each other, so it’s okay :)

Sanji still gets pissed whenever Luffy goes to steal his food but it’s not as often as before. He does more often than before serve him a snack or let’s him try stuff while he’s cooking.

If Luffy is with Sanji while he’s cooking, Sanji will let him help him and it’s the cutest thing ever because Luffy doesn’t know how to cook so Sanji will stand behind him and tell him how to do this and that and stuff like that and Luffy will follow along as best he can.

In terms of like PDA, Sanji will walk over to Luffy randomly at any given time and just wrap an arm around his neck and pull him towards him to kiss him on the forehead. I feel like Sanji would kiss or hold Luffy a lot in public but he’d never kiss him on the lips, I feel like he always keeps that a private thing. I think that’s something Luffy would want as well.

Luffy’s version of PDA is clingliness I guess. Luffy sometimes does kiss Sanji, either by kissing his cheek or his hand, but most of the time, his PDA is shown through him wanting to be as close as he can to Sanji. Like whenever Sanji is cooking or even just standing somewhere, Luffy will approach him slowly (I know, tis a shocker because Luffy usually likes to GRAB AND SLINGSHOT HIMSELF) and just wrap his arms around Sanji’s waist or take a hold of his arm and cuddle it as he snuggles into his neck. He won’t stay like that for a long time but it’s how he shows his affection, especially in public and Sanji loves it.

I mentioned that Sanji kisses Luffy a lot and here’s the thing, Luffy doesn’t get flustered super often because he’s the type of person who accepts any kinds of behaviors as normal i think like i mean it didn't take long for romantic gestures to just be normal and Luffy hardly reacts any more. Buuuut Luffy does have some spots that make him flustered. He gets flustered when Sanji kisses behind his ear and his neck is ticklish so he giggles when he’s kissed there.

Sanji also has some spots that make him flustered, but what mainly gets him is when Luffy kisses him, like takes a hold of his collar and drags him down for a kiss that lasts longer than what an average quick kiss would be. He gets so blushy and flustered when he does that and Luffy likes to just randomly do that too and let him go and wALK AWAY AND IT DRIVES SANJI CRAZY.

One of the things that Sanji and Luffy do that you cannot convince me doesn’t happen is whenever they go to bed, they’ll sometimes stay up for hours just laying there, cuddling and talking about whatever they wanna talk about. It actually kind of surprises Sanji sometimes because he usually talks about how he pictures their future to be and Luffy will agree and talk with about it too, like he’ll go into detail about what he hopes their future is like.

Also speaking of like sleeping habits, they always go to bed together and sometimes Sanji will stay up reading. Most of the time, Luffy will just go to sleep without worrying about it, but sometimes he’ll ask to read what Sanji is reading too. A lot of times though Luffy doesn’t understand what is happening in the story since Sanji is usually like halfway through already so Sanji will softly read to him and try to elaborate on things. This tends to make Luffy just fall asleep which Sanji adores because whenever he reads to Luffy, he can feel him start to relax in his arms and fall asleep and he l o v e s that feeling. It makes him feel like Luffy trusts him with his life, which Luffy does!

Petnames? Sanji calls Luffy literally everything under the sun. He uses Captain/Cap’n a lot in a teasing, flirtatious manner and that tends to make Luffy blush, though he has no idea why. XD Sanji also likes to call Luffy ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love.’ Luffy doesn’t really call Sanji petnames because he doesn’t get the point of them but I like to think that after they get married, Luffy starts trying to call him names and the ones he tends to stick with are ‘darling’ and ‘my love.’ Those make Sanji blush the most. XD

That’s all i can honestly think of right now. I hope you guys like these! :D Lemme know if you want more. Part 2 is coming very soon, i promise.

[meltwonu]

8. “Like what you see?”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

notes; idol!soonyoung x stylist!reader, mirror fucking, dirty talk, a little praise kink😗, softdom!soonyoung, oral(fem receiving)/fingering, also waiitttt this is hot😳🥴but u have to imagine 191227 kbs gayo soonyoung with the mesh shirt ykwim, i actually want to sew my own rendition of these green outfits tbh like the seamstress in me is so in love with the green shades and silver accents just *chefs kiss* maybe when i’m not lazy LOL, anyway!! Thank you for liking my long posts😭💕 jdkksfh I know I can’t shut up… This ‘drabble’ is 2200 words bc I got carried away dkjfsf ☠️ And thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Take off your clothes.”

Soonyoung pretends to be scandalized; eyes wide and lips parted in an over dramatic gasp. “You didn’t even buy me dinner first~” He jokes, already slipping off his fluffy coat as you roll your eyes.

“Soonyoung, please. I need you to behave and help me pick out the clothes that’ll decide what the rest of the performance unit members will wear. I’m behind and I need to get hip hop unit’s clothes picked out after.” You let out an exasperated sigh, pulling the rack of clothes closer to the two of you as Soonyoung stands and faces the tall full length mirror.

He slides his shirt off, lips in a pout when you toss a silky button up his way. “You’re overworked and you need a break. When was the last time you slept?”

“Try this one first, please. And yes, I’m aware. It’s busy this time of the year, I have a lot of things to do and who knows if I’ll even sleep before the new year.” You say it jokingly, but the look in your eyes tell Soonyoung it might not all be in jest.

“You need a break, baby.”

“I know, okay? Just try this damn shirt on first and we can talk about that later.”

Soonyoung looks good in everything he tries on, but everything he’d tried on so far didn’t seem to have the look you were going for.

“I don’t know… I feel like these black suits are overdone and the uniforms just look too formal, y’know? Maybe we should go for something casual… Maybe more sexy?” You help Soonyoung out of a brocade blazer, tossing it onto the rack as you sigh. “I don’t know, Soonie… You look good in everything but I don’t know what’s the mood right now.”

Soonyoung laughs as he unbuttons the pressed black button up before he, himself, starts going through the rack of clothing. “I’m telling you, you’re overthinking this.” It goes quiet for a bit as he sifts through the rest; a small ‘ah ha!’ leaving his lips when he picks out a dark green velvet lined blazer with matching pants.

“There’s no shirt with this one?” He asks.

“There is, it’s---here.” You help him out, pulling the hanger with the mesh shirt out. “I--I wasn’t sure about this one since it’s gonna be cold. I can put a shirt under it if it’s... y’know.”

“Lemme try it on!”

He shoots you an eager smile; letting you do your job as you help him into the green ensemble.

Your throat goes dry once Soonyoung slips on the blazer and you can’t deny the way your body warms up at the sex appeal that Soonyoung naturaly exudes in the outfit.

“Like what you see?” He grins, doing a spin for you.

Fuck.

“Um--uh…” You’re at a loss for words, suddenly shy with the way Soonyoung shoots you a knowing smirk. “You just saw me with my shirt off so why are you shy now?” You don’t know how to explain it to him, but the mesh shirt that paired with the blazer gave the outfit a sense of flirtatiousness and sexiness without being completely bare.

Soonyoung’s eyes twinkle in a familiar way and you can only gulp knowing exactly where this was going.

“I think… You need to take that break right now.”

“F--fuck, Soonyoung don’t---don’t get the clothes d-dirty!” Whining, you place your hands on his clothed shoulders the second he drops to his knees; still dressed in the outfit as he rolls his eyes up at you.

“It’s fine, if anything it’s just a ‘lil dust. Now shut up and let me eat you out already.”

He had backed you up against the tall mirror, soft praises on his lips the entire time before he’d kissed you hard and slotted a leg between your own. Teasingly, he pressed his chest against your own; smirking when he saw the lust pooling in your eyes when you felt his, essentially, bare skin against your clothed chest. He knew the effect he had on you and it definitely hadn’t been the first time a fitting session ended with more clothes off than on.

Soonyoung pries your legs apart, leaning in and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. “You really need a break, baby. When’s the last time I even got to eat you out, hmm?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before he’s leaning in and licking at you through your panties; a soft moan on your lips at the feeling.

“Ugh, fuck, but it’s me that has to clean it, Soonyoung…” Muttering, you watch as he focuses on teasing you; flattening his tongue against your covered folds and the action has you grinding down onto his tongue, biting your lip at the way him not bothering to move your panties only intensifies the pleasure.

He lets you do as you please; your soft and quiet cries the only noise in the empty changing room. “Oh, Soonyoung…”

Smirking, he slightly pulls away as he brings his fingers up to pull your panties to the side. “I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.” You nod slightly, hazy eyes fluttering shut when you feel his tongue on your skin.

You let out a long groan, head thrown back into the mirror as Soonyoung drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit; flicking at the nub with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck, you’re--you’re such a tease…” You whine, to which he chuckles against your skin.

‘I could be worse,’ he thinks.

He drags his tongue down until he can dip it into your entrance, teasing you when he repeats the action over and over and you quickly find yourself wanting more than just his tongue.

“Fuck, I want m-more…”

Soonyoung takes pity, knowing that this was a much needed break for you. So he brings his fingers up to your folds, collecting the wetness on his index and middle finger as he looks up at you.

“This is cute and all but I do hope you remember we’re on a time crunch.” Grinning, he positions his soaked digits at your entrance before fully sheathing them inside of your tight warmth in one fluid movement. You cry out his name;  body on fire when he curls and scissors his digits just the way he knows you like it.

“Mm, I could eat you out all day. Get you up on that makeup table and eat you out little by little in between sets until your entire body is trembling.” Soonyoung pauses, thrusting his fingers into you hard. “You’d be so cute too, baby. Imagine your ‘lil pussy all wet for me, ready to take my cock after a loooong show. I’d bend you over the sofa and give you what you want. Fuck you nice ‘n good and make you come home with me so I can fuck you again while we get cleaned up in the shower. And you’d be so fuckin’ wet I bet I could slide my cock right into you, huh?”

Soonyoung’s words combined with the skillful flicks of his wrist are almost enough to throw you over the edge. 

But the two of you knew you wanted more.

“G-god, Soonyoung, please! I’m so---so wet you can fuck me n-now!” You harshly whisper; hips moving on their own to meet his hand. The said male smirks, licking his lips before he leans in once more to flick his tongue against your clit.

“You deserve it for working so hard~” He coos.

You’re not sure what it is, but Soonyoung has a fascination with mirrors. You don’t know if it’s because he has to watch himself so often in them, but he takes any chance he gets to fuck you in front of one.

Not that you’d complain.

“Palms flat against the mirror, baby.” You watch through the mirror as he shrugs off the jacket; tossing it haphazardly behind him as it falls to the ground in a lifeless heap. “Goddamn it, Soonyoung! I’m gonna have to dry clean that!”

He can only smirk, repositioning himself behind you as he meets your not-so threatening glare. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. Remind me next time to rip something instead.”

Soonyoung undoes the button and zipper of his pants, shimmying his underwear down just enough for him to wrap a hand around his cock. He lets out a groan as he thrusts up into his palm; smearing the precum down his shaft as you squirm and wiggle your hips. “Soonyoung, please hurry…”

“Ah, guess you’re right. Wouldn’t want someone to walk in on us, would we?”

He moves your panties to the side and positions his cock at your entrance, already inching in before you can open your mouth again. “Oh? You really are soaking, baby.” Your tight warmth sucks him in deeper and when he meets no resistance, he fully bottoms out inside of you as you cry out.

“Fuck m-me, please! I can’t w-wait any longer!”

Soonyoung chuckles under his breath as he draws his hips back, “You’ve been workin’ so hard, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He thrusts into you slowly; letting you feel every inch of his cock before he starts a moderately quick pace. “I wish we had more time but, ah, still so much work to do, huh?”

You nod shakily, eyes clamped shut as you focus on the feeling of Soonyoung’s skillful thrusts that are angled perfectly to tap your g-spot. “Ngh, I--y--yeah…”

“Baby, look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Soonyoung’s voice is gentle and warm, yet firm. And more than enough for you to blink your hazy eyes open. “Suh---sorry…” You mewl.

His stare pierces through the mirror and you can’t deny how attractive Soonyoung looked fucking you in the mesh top that he hadn’t bothered to take off either.

“Ah, look at how cute you are falling apart on my cock. So fuckin’ pretty.” He grits his teeth, already feeling the pleasure building up in his body. “Mm, gonna make you finish up the rest of your workday with my cum inside of your cunt.”

You clench around his cock as you mentally imagine his cum pooling in your panties and soaking through the material while you still had to deal with the other members. “Please… Soonyoung… I--ah, wanna g-go home with your c-cum dripping, mmh, down my t-thighs…”

He lets out a whistle, shaking his head slightly before he laughs. “Since you said please. Touch your clit for me, baby.”

Reaching a hand down, you use your index and middle finger to rub soft circles on the swollen nub; moaning into the mirror and fogging it up as you tighten up around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…” He mutters.

You can only nod and work your hips back to meet his own thrusts, “M-me too…” You hear him groan before he doubles his pace, fucking into you faster as you feel your body shifting more and more towards the mirror. You rest the side of your face against it, breath fogging it up as the two of you chase your orgasms.

Neither of you know how much time is left in the fitting session, but you really hoped nobody walked in on you slumped against the mirror with your skirt bunched around your waist and Soonyoung with his cock out.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Get it nice ‘n wet before I fill you up.”

You work your fingers quicker on your clit, this time alternating between pinching the nub and rubbing harsher circles to throw yourself over the edge.

“Oh, S---Soonyoung, ‘m c-cumming!”

It only takes a few more perfectly angled thrusts before your orgasm washes over you and Soonyoung’s name rolls off your tongue in a hurried, jumbled mess and through the haze, you can vaguely hear Soonyoung’s groans as he follows suit; hips stuttering and losing rhythm. 

You moan at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you just as he moans at the feeling of your walls fluttering and tightening around him; the two of you slowing down your movements as you let the warmth wash over your already heated bodies.

“Fuck…” He mutters.

A sheen of sweat covers his brow and he’s quick to run a hand through his hair as he watches your body tremble underneath him. He chuckles under his breath; letting the remnants of his orgasm ebb away before he’s slowly easing his cock out of you.

You moan at the emptiness and your sticky hand quickly finds purchase on the mirror again to keep yourself upright. Your panties slide back into place like they’d never been moved and you bite your bottom lip when you already start to feel his cum soaking into the fabric.

“Ngh, Soonyoung… I feel… s-sticky… and we---we need to c-clean up...”

The said male is three seconds from laughing when there’s two sharp knocks on the door that have the both of you going rigid at the same time.

“Hey, um, our fitting sesh should’ve started 15 minutes ago. Just… letting you know. We’re... behind.”

Vernon’s shy and quiet voice pierces through the awkward silence and through the mirror you meet Soonyoung’s red cheeks and sheepish smile.

“Oopsies~”