#'gently' 'go ahead' jesus FUCKING christ

[p4nishers]

no bc what do you MEAN mobius basically gave permission for loki to fuck shit up and what the fuck do you mean loki was WAITING for permission and what do you mean brad said "control your little pet" and wdym that's exactly what's happening and what

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Kinktober day 29: Break in

Rio Vidal x nonbinary Reader, mention of Rio x Agatha, implication of future Agatha x Rio x Reader

Notes: Noncon->Dubcon, hate sex, reader has a vulva, daddy kink, Rio and Reader are exes, lots of non-gendered pet names

You’d been lonely since she left you. She got swept back up into whatever she had going on with Agatha Harkness. You couldn’t entirely blame her. Agatha was always quite charming, if a bit…unfeeling. People around you thought Rio could be unfeeling too, that she and Agatha deserved each other. You thought you had seen another side of her, a gentler side. But you were wrong. As soon as Agatha moved back to town she had dumped you, without hesitation.

You sighed as you entered your home after work. Your friends were supposed to come over and watch a movie but they all had something important come up. You understood in each case, but it still sucked. You prepared yourself for a night of movies and wine all by yourself.

Nothing could have prepared you for Rio sitting on your couch, ostensibly waiting for you to come home. You had changed the locks about a month after she dumped you because a burglar had come through Westview. Her old key shouldn’t have worked anymore.

“Jesus Christ Rio, what the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you get inside?”

“I missed you.” Rio said with a twisted smile.

“I hate you.”

Rio tilted her head and got up. You had the door open and were motioning for her to get out.

Rio looked like she was about to leave, but then gripped your wrist and took it away from the doorknob, letting the exit close shut.

“Rio get the fuck off of me,” you said angrily.

Your ex just chuckled.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say?” She said as if she was hurt.

“No Rio, I really don’t give a shit what you have to say. You’re lucky I don’t call the fucking cops on you.”

Rio smiled, amused at the fight you were putting up. She grabbed your other wrist and pinned you t the wall, hands on either side of your head. She pressed her body up against yours.

“Go ahead sweetheart, fight me. Call the cops on me. If you just wanna see me in handcuffs, you could always just ask.”

“Like you’d ever give up control.” You huffed. Her face was so close to yours. You hadn’t been close to anyone like this in so long.

“Baby, if you really wanna be in control,” her eyes darted down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, “you can be.”

“Fuck you, Rio”

“I know that’s all you want isn’t sweetheart? You need to be touched baby, I know, it’s okay.” Rio slotted a thigh between yours and you gasped.

“Fuck…fuck off Rio,” you spat.

“So much fight tonight.” Rio whispered in your ear, giving your cheek a quick kiss.

You turned your head away, so you wouldn’t have to face her.

“When’s the last time you got fucked baby? When’s the last time someone’s taken care of you?”

You didn’t answer her, concentrated on fighting the urge to grind down the leg between your thighs.

“Oh baby…no one’s touched you since me huh?”

“Fuck you,” your voice was starting to break. You were frustrated, hurt, but god were you turned on.

“Sweetheart,” Rio’s voice had softened, “look at me.”

You reluctantly met her gaze.

“There we go, you were always such a good pet for Daddy. And good pets get rewarded.” Rio said.

She leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips. You resisted her. Despite how soft her lips were. How good her touch felt, in spite of everything. She pressed her leg further into you and you gasped. She took the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth and you finally melted.

She let your wrists go and you grabbed the back of her head and the fabric of her shirt. She moaned as you kissed her back. She sucked your tongue down for as long as she could.

“Good pet,” Rio husked when you two broke apart.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to cry, hit her, or kiss her again. Maybe all three.

Rio saw the emotions brewing in your eyes. She gently brushed some of your hair back. “Oh sweetheart,”

You wanted to bat her hand away, but you also wanted her to pet you until the end of time.

“Daddy didn’t take very good care of you did she? Can she make it up to you?”

“Are you still with Agatha?”

“It’s…complicated with me and Agatha.”

“So at any moment you could drop me again? Disappear off the face of the earth?”

“No baby, never again. I’m so sorry I hurt you like that sweetheart.”

“Like you really care,”:

Rio looked upset now. “Of course I care.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you said, tears filling your eyes.

Rio put a hand around your jaw, forcing you to look into her eye, “I’m not lying, pet. I’ve always cared about you, always will.”

“Not more than you care about Agatha Harkness.”

Rio covered your mouth. “Enough, pet.” Her other hand skillfully undid your pants, reaching to find you soaked through your briefs.

“Mmmph,” you tried to protest against her hand.

“Ssshhh, pet. No more talking, no more thinking. It’s all out of your hands now.”

You felt warmth spread through you. You felt your head go fuzzy.

“Good pet, just let Daddy take care of you. I’ve got you. We’ll figure it all out, pet.” She slipped her fingers into your underwear, rubbing deft circles on your clit.

She held you up as your knees started to give out. How was she so strong?

“I know baby, I know how you love how my fingers rub you just right,” she removed her hand from your mouth, “tell me you love it,” she demanded.

You glared at her defiantly.

She sunk her fingernails into your hip, eliciting a whimper from you, “do as I say, and I’ll make you feel so good, I’ll take such good care of you. Just like I used to, I know what you need baby.” Her fingers slowed down, the edge you were building towards dissipating.

You cried as you told her “I love your fingers Daddy… I-I missed you,”

“There’s my good pet. So good for me baby.” Rio kissed away your tears and sped her fingers back up. Every circle of her fingers building you up.

Your breathing grew ragged, your body tensed up.

“Cum for Daddy baby, let go for me, unravel for me. I’ll put you back together, I promise.”

You couldn’t fight the orgasm as it wracked through you. Rio’s finger’s didn’t waver as she helped you ride it out. She kissed your neck, sucking big purple marks onto it. You would be hers again, all hers, you may as well start looking like it now.

“Fuck Rio.” You said breathlessly.

“Shh I know baby.” Rio led you over to the couch and put your head in her lap. She traced your cheek and petted your hair. “I got you, you’re safe.”

“Stay. Please stay Rio.” You pleaded, beyond caring about sounding pathetic.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rio assured you. Not tonight anyway, she thought to herself.

You clung to her the rest of the night, all the way to bedtime. She cooed at you and petted you until you fell asleep. When you were soundly asleep Rio got a text on her phone.

—

Agatha <3: How’d it go tonight?

Rio: I’d call this part of the plan a success.

Agatha <3: Good, good, can’t wait till they’re ready to be shared.

—

Rio smiled at the messages and then looked back at your sleeping form, turned away from her.

“It’ll all make sense soon, pet,” she whispered before wrapping herself around you and drifting off with her-

[gothghostiie]

mmm older!boyfriend/husband price and cock/ball worship me thinks…

would love a little drabble, throw some musk kink in there if you don’t mind

-your favorite price obsessed musk kink anon (missed you ghostie<3)

aaa u get me pookie!! (missed u too<3) also I read that as cock and ball torture first and I'm sad but also so excited

cw: older bf!price/implied age gap, cock n ball worship, musk kink, tiny bit of manhandling, hair pulling, gn!reader

thinking about you being horny and trying to get it on with him after a long day at work - but he just can't throw the heat tonight. despite always wanting to get his hands all over you he tells you not today, he doesn't wanna half ass fucking you, thats simply not his style. but you keep pawing at him, trying to feel him up and get into his pants, relentless in your tries. he tolerates it and even humours you a little - until he's had enough. suddenly a calloused hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you close to him, faces just inches apart. "never listen to me, do you love?" his voice is rough and low, a bit condescending. he shakes his head as you just glance up at him, wide eyed and suddenly all shy. "wanted my cock so bad, don't you?" he croons. "fine. you'll get it."

before you even realise it youre pushed between his strong thighs, finding yourself kneeling on the ground. he lets go of your neck briefly to open his belt, you eye his hands; he grabs your attention with a quick whistle. "eyes up here." he orders and you comply, making eye contact as he frees his semi from behind his underwear, pulling down his jeans just enough for you to have access to his heavy balls too. he grabs your hair and leans down, to make sure you're being good and listening to him, even with the distraction at hand.

"you listen to me now, yea? you've been begging for my cock for the past hour, nows your chance. this is all you'll get little one, so you better make sure to do it well, yea?" all you can do is nod as his low tone makes you all fuzzy, you'd do anything this man tells you as long as he's murmuring it like that. he leans back in the couch, in the same movement pushing your face to his cock, your senses immediately overloaded with his smell. even though he showered after work, he never quite gets rid of it - and god you'd grieve the day he manges to. immediately you press your face in there, right where his cock and balls meet, taking a deep breath - he chuckles softly, you're not as slick about it as you'd like - before finally starting to kiss and lick at him. he leans his head back, the grip on your hair loosening and turning into rubbing your head gently as you work your lips all over him. he can tell you're getting into it, how greedy you are, how much you wish you could be able to bounce on him right then and there; but you know better than to talk back to him. he groans in relaxation as he feels your slightly swollen lips wrap around his balls, sucking softly while your hand works his cock, squeezing the tip slightly.

"good job.. just like that, y'know how it's done." he praises gently, breathing getting heavier as you practically worship his cock with how eager you are. the way you look at it alone could make him cum in a heartbeat, you have that little look of fascination and desperation written all over your pretty face - makes him wanna cum all over it. and he just might with how well you're doing, you know what he likes, his favourite techniques and most sensitive spots by now. you press the side of your face against his abdomen, curly pubes tickling your skin while you lick and suckle the base, one hand working his cock relentlessly while the other is cupping his balls. you can smell the day on him, almost making you want to press your face into him more - but he's a step ahead of you. hand suddenly snakes around your head to cup the side of your jaw roughly, pressing your face into his soft flesh further.

"jus' like that.. jesus christ darlin', you're gonna drive me fuckin' insane.." he mutters and you can tell he's getting close. you look up at him with those big doe eyes he loves seeing and he's a goner, done for. grunts loudly, the grip on your jaw tightens, making your skin turn white; just mere seconds later he cums all over his ridden up shirt and even your face. He's breathing heavily as you slow your movements down and instead go to lick his cock nice and clean, his cum still on the side of your face. he gazes down at you through lidded eyes, shaking his head.

"gonna be the death of me, love.."

[shawtuzi]

absolutely insanely obsessed with your nerd!eren hcs <33 what are your thoughts on nerd!eren going down on y/n for the first time?

great question nonnie let’s get into it

what’s that one j cole lyric??? oh yeah i remember ‘haven’t been in pussy since the day i came out one’ now THAT describes nerd!eren perfectly when you first started dating him. sure he’d seen his fair share of pussy when he watched porn but other than that he’d never been lucky enough to be graced with the beautiful sight of a real life woman’s pussy. until now.

“you wanna take ‘em off for me?” you asked referring to your pink cotton panties that had the tiniest wet spot in the center. eren looked up at you through his lashes, his breathing ragged. with shaking hands he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties before slowly pulling them down, he let out the tiniest groan when he saw a thin string of your wetness cling the soft fabric of your panties.

“jesus christ,” eren let out a breathless moan when he finally saw your pussy in all its glory. you brought your hand down and spread your glistening folds giving eren a mouthwatering view of your lil clit that was just begging for some attention. “this right here?” you said slowly circling your clit with your ring and middle finger, “this is what you wanna pay attention to, go ahead and try touching it with your hand first.”

eren gently pressed his thumb against your clit and he swears he could feel a lil heart beat with each second that passed. “mhm now go in slow circles,” your eyes fluttered shut when he did exactly as you instructed. if eren had to choose his drug of choice ever? it would be your facial expressions from him pleasuring you. after a few moments he got greedy and begin to circle his thumb a little too fast and started rubbing his thumb against the right side of your pillowy soft folds. you sat up on your elbows and the sight before you was absolutely adorable. eren looked so concentrated with his glasses fogged up and brows furrowed it was too cute.

“eren, baby, slow down slow down,” you giggled grasping his shaking hand in yours. eren eyes locked with yours, the tiniest pout on his kiss swollen lips. “m’sorry i got a little too excited,” he breathlessly chuckled pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “it’s okay baby, why don’t you try using your mouth this time hm? if you flick your tongue sideways that’s the quickest way to make me cum,” eren brought his face closer to your dripping center, taking a deep inhale. “m’not trying to be weird…you just smell so good,” he hummed pressing a kiss to your aching clit.

eren gave your pussy an experimental lick, the salty sweet taste of you immediately burning into his brain. fuck. at first he was very sloppy, going between swiping his tongue up and down your soaked slit to sucking your folds into his mouth that he swears were as soft as rose petals. your slick was smearing onto his glasses but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when he was between the thighs of the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

suddenly his lips wrapped around your clit and he was sucking so fast and so hard you nearly screamed. “f-fuck ren,” you sniffled gripping onto his chocolate locs. eren traced tight little circles around your sensitive bud, relishing in the sweet moans that escaped your plush lips. “am i—hmph doing okay?” eren asked lifting his head just the tiniest bit. the entire lower half his face was coated in your wetness and you had half a mind to yank him up and lick it off him. “you’re doing so good hun, can you use your fingers too? m’so close i can feel it,” oh how eren wanted to kiss that adorable pout on your lips.

eren glanced at your cunt and groaned when he saw your lil hole clench around absolutely nothing. “okay…okay yeah i’ll use my fingers jus’ tell me if it hurts or m’doin it wrong,” his sentence slowly trailed off as he brought his mouth back to your pussy. he brought his middle finger to your entrance and slowly began to push his finger in. “shit that’s tight,” he whimpered, i repeat WHIMPERED!!!! at this time in your relationship you’d yet to have sex with eren yet so if you were squeezing only his finger this tight he couldn’t even imagine how heavenly you’d feel wrapped around his dick.

“put another one in renny c’mon,” you whined bucking your hips up. eren did as he was told and added his ring finger (he’d read online those two fingers were guaranteed to make a girl cum if used correctly and by god was the internet so right). while his fingers pumped into you at a relentless pace he began to flick his tongue back and forth on your neglected clit. “c-curl your fingers r-ren your fingers!” you squealed gripping onto your bed sheets for dear life. eren hummed and curled his fingers just the slightest bit and that’s what finally broke the dam. your thighs immediately clenched shut as you began to practically hump eren’s face, his teeth scraping against your clit in the most delicious way possible.

“god your pussy is so fucking loud, does that mean you’re gonna cum?” eren grunted relishing in the lewd squelches that came from your sopping pussy. you let out loud chants of ‘yes yes yes!’ before coming undone, nearly suffocating eren between your thick thighs. eren’s glasses were completely fogged up and for once you actually preferred to have them off, so you gently took them off and set them aside so you were able to clearly look into eren’s needy orbs. you were the one who just came but he looked completely and utterly fucked out boy was it a sight to see.

eren slowly removed his fingers, licking his lips when he saw how the milky white substance of your cum coated his digits. he brought his fingers to his mouth and greedily sucked your cum off them. “good?” you breathlessly giggled, running your your fingers through his hair. eren let out a quiet ‘mhm’ as he pressed sloppy kisses all over your thighs. “can i keep going? please?” he sounded borderline desperate and you were loving it.

it’s safe to say it was a constant struggle to get eren to keep his hands to himself once he had a taste of you. while you two would be studying in the library his fingers would not so subtly make their way up your skirt and into your panties, rubbing your swollen clit with vigor. sometimes he’d usher you into the nearest bathroom and toss your legs over his shoulders so he could get a little taste, tongue fucking your tight lil pussy until your were creaming all over his tongue.

ahh man i love me some pussydrunk eren.

[semperamans]

hi!! ur lil blurbs abt benny are sooo cute its sickening!! so i wanted jump on the train and send in a benny request!! ok although benny isnt loudest of the club and kinda keeps to himself, i think it makes him super observant and aware of wants going on around him

so imagine his girl is kinda clumsy and doesn’t pay as much attention to her surroundings compared to benny, or in a deep convo with friends she made in the club (bc we know she’s a YAPPER) but benny is always running around so she won’t accidentally hurt herself on a table corner or place her hand down on some broken glass OR protect her when he sees something fishy and needs to act fast

basically “baby proofying” things so he can keep her safe😣😣 and maybe his girl catches up on it at some point and tries to “get hurt” but he’s alr a step ahead bc he loves her BAD:((

love ur page and so exited to read more!! also love the gracie pfp its so cute:))

hi bby! :’) thank you so much for your cutie words <3 you’re a doll, i mean it!

this!!! is!!! so!!! cute!!!

you ARE benny’s baby so of course he’s going to go above and beyond to protect u :( he notices you’re always hitting your damn hip on the sharp corner of the bar, so one day he comes in with sandpaper and a bucket of paint that hasn’t been cracked open since before either of you were born. “benny, the fuck are you doin’?” “nothin’” bc it really is nothing to him. it’s just second nature. it hurts you, so he’s going to take care of it. so he sands the point down to a dull curve, slaps a coat of paint on it, and viola, the only hip bruises you’ll have are the ones he puts there.

“y'ever notice how benny doesn’t let you out of his sight?” you’re so drunk you can’t remember the name of the girl to your left. is it wanda? wilhelmina? whatever it is it’s pretty and you feel awful that it’s slipped your mind, but she’s a new hang-around (totally besotted by cal). “i mean it,” she says, stubbing out her cigarette and pointing to you. “that man looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.” sure enough you make eye contact with benny the moment you lift that pretty little chin. he blinks slowly, almost cat-like, before an easy smile spreads over his pink lips. pretty. he's so pretty and you've just gotta tell him. unsteady on a good day, you're an accident waiting to happen when you're tipsy and benny knows. suddenly the smell of his aftershave flurries around you and he's there. you could have sworn he was just at the pool table but now he's at your side, taking your elbow gently in his large hand, brushing the hair from your sweaty cheeks with the other. "benny," you hum, nuzzling into his palm and jesus christ, it only fuels that protective fire even more. "wanted to tell you a secret." "oh, yeah?" he's still holding onto you but bends where you can press your lips against his ear with ease "tell me." and so you do, over and over in one cherry-wine scented murmur. "think you're so pretty, benny so so so pretty. jus' wanted you to know that i like when y'take care of me when I'm a little drunk and just always. y'just mean so much to me so so so much. thank you." you're pawing at his shirt, practically preening in his ear and yeah, he's going to take care of you in some other ways tonight but for now he just takes your chin between his thumb and index fingers, plants a fat kiss on your forehead, and smiles down at your flushed face. "you don't gotta thank me, baby. c'mon. how 'bout some water?"

[ediewentmissing]

Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- The Switch Of Daylight: Chapter Six, Reincarnate pt. 1

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[five] [six] [seven]

Bella was currently getting ready for the night of shopping with Jessica. I sat in her chair, watching her. She obviously was forcing herself to do this but I was proud nonetheless. I know how much this is probably taking out of her. She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. “What?” She suddenly speaks and I tilt my head. “What?” I repeat back to her. “Why are you looking at me like that.” She questions me. “Because I can?” I stand up, smiling in an annoying way on purpose. “Well, knock it off weirdo.” She throws a pillow at me from her bed, which was easily caught in my hands. I gently toss it back onto the mattress. “Shouldn’t you get going? That movie is in like 30 minutes.” I point out to her, changing the subject.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice.” She lets out a loud sigh, messing with her hair before grabbing a few things. “Uh, do you think you can come with?” She asks, a hand in her back pocket. “Jessica might get upset if I tag along.” I start to think about it. “More the reason to come, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders as Bella rolls her eyes trying to hold back a laugh. “C’mon, [Name].” She shakes her head, she turns her lights off and we head out.

We exit a theater, just getting done watching some Zombie film, I wasn’t really paying attention. A smell was bothering me the entire time and I couldn’t even tell what it was. “I don’t get why there are so many zombie movies.” Bell states out loud, and it sounds kind of muffled at first when she speaks. “It’s, like, a metaphor? For crass consumerism or something.” Jessica says and both Bella and I glance at her then at each other. “Not that you’d know anything about consuming, Bella. You didn’t buy anything. Surprisingly [Name] did.” Jessica announces, slightly lifting my bag that holds a few clothing pieces. “I bought something.” Bella argues. “Socks don’t count. ‘Course I was surprised you even called.” The girl says truthfully. “I’ve been kind of out of it.” Kind of? Girl was in mourning. “Kind of? I mean, at first I was worried. Then I’m like okay, she’s still bumming? It’s not like I wasn’t going through things too. Like Mike deciding he wanted to “just be friends?” That was really hard and…” Wow… way to make things about herself, Jesus Christ. “How ‘bout a ride girls?” A guy questions from across the street. “How about you fuck yourself?” I flip him off, Jessica and I start to walk off, listening to the guys whistle and talk about my little comment. “Come on.” Jessica tries to pull on Bella to follow with us. “I know them… I think.” Bella mutters and my eyes widen then give her a dirty look. “Bella Swan, come on right now.” I fold my arms. “Can we just go-“ Jessica pulls at her arm but it’s shrugged off. “I want to see something.” Bella walks away from us. Jessica and I watch my sister go up to these guys and I notice her heart speeds up and then for split seconds it has a weird beat to it. Her body stops realizing something. I don’t listen to the guys speak, just focusing on Bella’s movements and her heartbeat. Bella climbs onto the bike and I stiffen up .”Bella!” The bike already went to a movement and then I hear Bella tell the man to wait. Then she screams at him to stop and he does so, of course with a stupid ass comment. She scrambles off and comes back up to us. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jessica storms up to Bella, meeting her halfway. I pinch my nose bridge shaking my head. “I saw something.” Bella was really just speaking to herself. “You are insane. Or suicidal.” Jessica walks in front of us. I observe my sister. “The more dangerous… the more real it was.”

“So, what, you’re like an adrenaline junky now? Go hang-gliding or bungee-jumping. Don’t be a complete freak.” Jessica tells my sister and Bella looks over at me to which I shake my head at her. “That was not okay.” I point to her chest, walking ahead with Jessica.

The next day I decided to do some research on a few things. I guess Bella went to the rez. I would’ve gone if it wouldn’t have been awkward around Sam now. Charlie’s been getting phone calls from Sam every two hours it seems. He’s been practically begging me to just answer it but I have nothing to say to the guy. I scrolled on my laptop, trying to find the myths of the Quileute tribe. Only to find the same ones over and over again about werewolves. I rolled my eyes, accidentally slamming the laptop closed, standing up as I do so. “Shit.” I mutter, I’m gonna have to go to the library the Quileute people have. And usually I get stares from the older generations because they can sense what I am somehow.

Placing my hands on my hips I think about what I’m going to do. Staring at the window I could sneak out of or just tell my dad the truth about where I’m going. I close my eyes and listen in on my dads heartbeat from the other room. It was steady and slowed. Definitely sleeping. That means I have about an hour until he wakes up to try to figure out dinner or whatever. I hurry out of the window and get my motorcycle. Since it’s going to make noise I glance around to see if anyone would be outside. Seeing as it’s clear I rush it down the road before starting it up and speeding down. Hearing the roar of it speed up made me think back to the feeling of jumping off that cliff. The little things that almost make me feel human.

I had to snap out of my thoughts before I get carried away and forget where I was going. Pulling into a parking spot I stared at the building in front of me. Bella said she went here before when she was trying to find out about the Cullens before. I got off my bike and slowly made my way to the building, looking around feeling something watching me. Trying to shake the feeling, I enter the library with a smile. The lady at the front desk goes to smile back but once she looks at me directly her face falls slightly. “Do you have any books on the myths of the incarnates?” I speak up, patiently waiting for her to calm herself down. “Yes, who is it for?” She questions me to which I raise a brow to. Taken a back obviously. “Myself? I am interested in knowing more about them.” I try to give her a smile again but she just gives a dirty look, walking to the back. Knowing she’s not going to want me to follow I just stand still. Moments later she comes back with two books in hand. “Here, books are usually taken out for two weeks, most I can give is maybe three. Unless you’re looking to purchase.” She doesn’t look me in the eye anymore. I figured that’s the response I would’ve gotten. I’m not an idiot. “Two weeks is fine.” I tell her. “Name.”

“[Name] Swan.” I can be just as short too but that’s not how I am. I stick with my sickly sweet attitude and still have a smile on my face. These people obviously have their myths for a reason. I’m not upset that she’s treating me like this because I have no idea the extent of what the vampires have done to her ancestors and others. “Email.” I give the rest of my information out to her and tell her to have a goodnight as I leave. Barely getting a mumble out in return.

I get on my bike, still feeling this odd sense of being watched I look around again. What the hell is going on? I speed off, going around people who decide they should walk in the middle of the road and not on the side walks. Of course getting middle fingers, I do it back.

Getting back to the house I sneak back into my window, hearing my dad’s heart beat still slow and steady I know he hasn’t even woken up. I close my window and turn on my bright ass light that’s on my ceiling. I stare at the books that now lay on my bed, wondering what I’m even going to find out.

I opened the first one. It’s definitely older. I feel like I shouldn’t even be able to hold this in my possession. My eyes scan the first page. The title sending shivers down my spine, “Reincarnate of Gods.”

For hours I read each page, observed each picture, reread many lines and paragraphs. Listening to my sister come through the front door didn’t even faze me. Along with my dad coming into my room numerous times just to stare at me. Not one word was said to me. Not even for dinner for some reason. Maybe he thinks I’m reading for school. Who knows.

I started writing down the information I was getting from the books as well. Knowing that I’m going to have to speak with Billy Black after this. There’s no way I can understand most of this on my own. Like how it says it’s a descendant from the Gods then to the Quileutes. I’m confused to say the least.

I then should’ve been an incarnate for Wolves. And if that’s true I can’t be a vampire. And I am. Most definitely am.

Sorry Tumblr is acting up I had to delete the last one. This one’s editing is a little worse but there’s really not much I can do🙄

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 8 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink.

Wordcount: 2767

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Sy poured three mugs of coffee, setting one gently down in front of you as you glared at him, he did a piss poor job of hiding his smirk which infuriated you even more;

“SY!”

“I’m sorry honey, but as this is the first time i’ve seen you angry and i know i shouldn’t laugh, but that is the cutest angry face i’ve ever seen”

“It really is” Mike added from the far end of the kitchen table, his feet resting on the chair next to him as he pushed another slice of toast into his mouth.

“No. You; quiet”

Sy pulled your chair out, rested a hand on each armrest and leant forwards;

“I’m genuinely sorry about the surprise of finding a stranger in my kitchen, but you really do have the cutest face when you are angry”

Before you could get another word out he pressed his lips to yours, and your rage dissipated to the point you deepened the kiss, the world slipping away around you until you heard a quiet cough;

“I’m still here ya’ know guys”

You and Sy pulled your lips apart as he rested his forehead on yours;

“I just got a premonition of what it's going to be like in our household in twenty years time when our own smart ass kid can’t take a hint to get lost”

Mike laughed as Sy pulled away and sat next to you, tossing a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl in the centre of the table;

“Uncle Sy, I just spent far too many hours on a bus to get here, walked cross country so Dad didn’t see me, had to break into your house as you seemingly forgot I was coming. I’m staying here, at least in this chair. If you two wanna go fuck i’m not stopping you”

Sy took a deep breath;

“Jesus Christ, you are just as infuriating as your Dad was growing up”

Mike grinned and you could see the likeness between him and Walter. The dark hair and sparkling eyes, but also the slightly lopsided grin. You could only imagine the hearts Walter broke when he was Mike’s age.

“So Mike…”

“Yeah Sweetcheeks?”

“Why are you in town but hiding from your Dad?”

Mike looked at Sy and back to you;

“He didn’t invite you?”

Sy turned beet red and suddenly got flustered;

“I been kinda busy Mikey, i completely forgot about it if i’m being honest, plus we had other more important stuff going on which is why she’s staying here” Sy looked to you; “It’s Walter’s 40th Birthday this week. Trying to get as many of the old family back together as a surprise”

You nodded;

“Ahh I see. Thus the covert operation of Mike staying with you”

"Precisely" Sy nodded; "So errr… whatcha doing Thursday evening?"

"Nothing as far as i know"

Sy smouldered; "Wanna come to Walter's surprise party?"

You smiled, genuinely feeling relieved for the first time in 24 hours;

"I'd love to" you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Sy, only for Mike to cough.

"Still here"

Letting out a deep sigh, Sy turned;

"Get used to it kid. I'm crazy about this woman."

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After a shower you settled some essentials into the drawer Sy had emptied for you for when you stayed the night again in the future, before packing the rest. As you climbed into Sy's truck he gave Mike instructions to chop a pile of logs ahead of taking a nap, climbing into the driver's seat he smiled at you;

"I can guarantee he'll only do one of the two instructions i just gave"

Laughing quietly you smiled at Sy;

"The nap?"

"Honestly? With Mikey you never know. Even though he has probably been awake 48 hours he is just like a freaking ball of pure energy so he'll probably end up chopping the entire wood pile"

"So, you're the mean Uncle? Putting him to work" You said with jest

Sy laughed;

"It'll be easy for him, he works part time at my brothers sawmill in Portland, he's told me that Mike will literally go out on his lunch break from his IT department and chop through a couple of tonnes of logs just for fun… and posing on tiktok"

You nodded and unlocked your phone, scrolling through instagram until you found the thirst trap reel of Sy doing exactly the same, peeling off his shirt halfway through;

"Oh, you mean like this?" Turning the screen to him and you watched the blush rise through his face to the top of his ears.

“That’s completely different. And is not a thirst trap, it was a hot day”

“There’s snow on the ground”

“I was getting hot”

You smiled;

“It made me hot too” you said quietly, your comment almost immediately followed by a rumble of tyres of gravel where Sy wasn’t paying attention to the road and had pulled onto the verge.

“Whoops”

For the rest of the short drive to your cottage Sy paid attention to the road, pulling onto the driveway as the gravel crunched under the tyres of the truck.

“Never gonna be able to do a surprise visit with this gravel” he commented

“That’s the whole point”

Sy paused as he rounded the truck, considering your answer;

"I had never thought of it in that way. Now it makes sense"

"The fence too, and the roses and briars. Hostile architecture. Anyone tries to climb over the fence its so old and rickety that it's clear it'll fall over, likely tipping you into a patch of thorns"

You unlocked the door and deactivated the alarm, waiting for the three beeps before stepping inside and dropping your bags on the floor. The house was quiet, flecks of dust floating in the beams of sunlight that fell in puddles on the wooden floors. Sy stood in front of you, pulling you into his arms;

"So, what are your plans for today?"

"Lunch with Tam later, and I guess trying to find a gift for Walter?"

"So… no plans for the next few hours?"

You could sense the hopefulness to Sy's voice, and you could feel your body respond to the idea he was silently suggesting. Slipping your hand into his you turned and led him up the stairs, an appreciative hum as he realised you had agreed to his unspoken suggestion.

Stepping into your bedroom you felt like a Jane Austen character about to be ravaged by the handsome suitor, a bang of nerves nudging the arousal from top spot, Sy picking up immediately on your change;

"Are you ok? We don't have to…"

"No, I still want to. I'm just not super experienced in bed. You'll be the second guy i ever slept with"

Resting his hands on your upper arms Sy pressed a kiss to your forehead;

"Numbers don't matter. I wouldn't care if you had been with one or fifty before me"

Hooking his finger beneath your chin he tilted your head to meet his kiss, starting tentatively at first before it rapidly got heated. His hands cradled your face as you pulled his t-shirt out of his shorts, pushing it up his muscled torso. Digging your fingers gently to the wide chest, he pulled his shirt over his head before practically ripping your dress off, his hands moving to cup your breasts, feeling the soft flesh beneath the lace. Reaching around he deftly unhooked your bra with a practised skill, tossing it aside. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach before flattening your palm and slipping it into the waistband of his cargo shorts, feeling the rough bush of hair which his happy trail climbed from.

"I need you so bad" he admitted, taking hold of your other hand to rest against the obscene bulge tenting the front of his shorts.

With a sly smirk you moved your efforts to unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, letting the garment fall to the floor with a heavy thunk where his pockets were weighed down with keys and change. Just as you were going to get your hands back on him he surprised you by lifting you up and tossing you onto your bed, his big hands pulling your panties down your legs before he lay between your thighs, his mouth immediately on your pussy.

“Sy, I need you… I need you inside me”

He looked up and smiled;

“I know Honey, I need to be inside you too, but i gotta loosen you up first, don’t wanna hurt you”

“Ohh” you relaxed and let Sy go to town, enjoying the feel of his wide tongue and soft lips skillfully bringing you to the edge before you came. It was a soft and gentle orgasm, a starter to the meaty and filling main course that would follow.

Sy climbed up your body, peppering your skin with kisses before he settled between your legs. The weight of him was a comfort, thick corded muscle surrounding you at your most vulnerable, safe in the cage of his arms. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You found yourself instinctively squirming beneath him, the feel of his hardened shaft nestling between your soaked petals.

"Eager, aren't we?" Sy teased

"Please Sy, i'm ready"

Pushing himself up you watched as his positioned the fat tip at your entrance then paused and cursed;

"Fuck… protection…"

Your eyes went wide. In the past you had been on the pill but had stopped that as soon as you'd left James. Without any desire to even consider dating up until Sy you certainly weren't prepared;

"I don't have any…"

"When is your period due?"

"Umm…" now was not the time for your head to be considering your calendar; "By the end of the week"

"Okay… I can pull out, you should be past ovulating, right?"

"'Bout a week ago i had my ‘hungry horse’ three days, so yeah" referring to the short period of time when your appetite suddenly ramped up after you had ovulated.

Sy looked deep into your eyes as if trying to see any doubt;

“Are you sure about this?”

You were so turned on you probably weren’t thinking straight, your pussy making the decisions for you as  you hooked your legs around Sy’s butt and pulled him closer;

“I need you inside me now”

“Okay okay, baby, relax for me”

Sy reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, his attention darting between where your bodies were about to be joined and your face, gauging your reaction as he slowly pushed into your welcoming body. 

“Holy motherfucking…” Sy cursed as he stretched you out, yet his muttered words floated away as you were overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.

You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until Sy pressed a single kiss to your cheek and spoke softly;

“Honey, you’re gonna have to relax otherwise i’m gonna cum sooner than either of us want”

“I am… I'm trying to. I’m just waiting for the pain”

Sy paused;

“The pain?”

“Yeah… when you hit my cervix”

He held himself up on one arm as he softly cradled your cheek with his big hand;

“Oh Honey, I'm not gonna do that. I’m fitting just fine and don’t need to go any deeper, Hell, I ain't got no more inches to go deeper anyway. I’m guessing your ex was longer? And didn’t care that he hurt you?”

You nodded;

“But Sy, you’re not small, James was really long but really narrow…” you smiled up at him; “I like the feel of how thick your cock is, it feels really good”

Sy pressed a single kiss to your lips;

“Oh I'm not worried about my size Honey, I know I got a good deal. Now, how about I make you feel even better? How ‘bout I show you why girth is better than length?”

You smiled at him and nodded, to which he reached his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he slowly rolled his hips. You could feel the smooth slide as his cock rubbed against your inner walls, each ridge and vein caressing you whilst the bulbous crown curved up and cushioned against your g-spot. Resting your hands on his muscled back you let pleasure take over, suddenly realising just how skilled Sy was as a lover. 

As the senses of summer filled the room you felt a bliss like you had never before. Muted light coming in the windows, the scent of the garden blooms in the air. Birds and crickets in the distance were the only sounds beyond those the pair of you were making. The air was thick and heavy, another summer storm brewing rapidly but the heat only made your lovemaking more intense. Almost every sense was fulfilled except taste, your subconscious deciding to go for the whole set as when Sy rolled his hips and filled you again, you craned your neck and instinctively licked the side of his neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin.

“Oh Honey, you wantin’ a taste?” Sy muttered menacingly; “You ain’t the only one”

Gripping your hips he pushed up on his knees, never pulling out of you as he rocked his pelvis, but your ass was resting on his thighs as he widened his stance on the bed. He slid one hand into the small of your back, supporting it as you arched your spine, his other hand resting on the bed beside your head. The angle gave him enough room to continue to fuck you as he kissed and sucked at your breasts, taking a mouthful of titty before switching to the other.

As the room grew darker you could sense petrichor in the air, that impending humidity before a storm broke. Sy growled as he felt your body tightening, and as his sound faded away a rumble of thunder followed as if an answer.

Shifting, Sy straightened his body, kneeling on the bed as he gripped your waist with both hands, rolling his hips with each thrust;

“C’mon baby, cum for me, i’m getting so fucking close, let me see you cum for me”

You were already so close you didn’t need Sy’s words, but as your hands instinctively reached for something to grip onto you felt your fingers straining against the cotton fibres of the sheets as your final barriers dissolved and your orgasm finally crested. Lost on a wave of utter bliss you were in a haze of euphoria, the world around you no longer existing apart from the groans of Sy as he came too.

You missed how Sy watched you in all your beauty, chewing on his lip as he placed his hand over your abdomen and could feel as his cock pumped ropes of cum into you. Thoughts he would never share surged through his mind as he knew gravity would be flooding your widened cervix with his seed, and it was if he could feel the searing heat he’d filled you with warming his hand through your body. Mesmerised by the notion he would see your belly swell over time he was lost in the moment, before you reached for his hand, your palm sweaty;

“Sy… lay with me. I need you to hold me”

As if coming out of a trance he shook his head before tenderly pulling out of you and moving back, setting you softly down before he curled around your body at your side, cupping your cheek and turning you until the tips of your noses met;

“Fuck me, that was amazing” he muttered.

-

Later you were both showered and redressed, Sy holding an umbrella for you as he escorted you back to his truck to drive you into town for your lunch with Tam. Pulling up to the kerb outside Antonios’ he killed the engine before jogging around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out for you, smiling kindly when he glanced at your shorts;

“No dress incidents this time”

“I’ve learnt my lesson” 

Taking your hand he walked you up to the outside patio where Tamara was already waiting for you, giving her a smile and nod before placing a kiss on your cheek;

“Have fun, i’ll call you later”

The pair of you watched as Sy returned to his truck, smiling and waving as he drove off before Tam rested her elbows on the table and leant forwards;

“So… tell me everything…”

[junabyclairo]

pls write smth smutty abt carmy x the bartender at the bear

when you got hired to be a bartender at the restaurant you never expected it to go so far that you would be fucking your boss in his office.

after everyone had left and you were finishing up your very intense cleaning routine (when asked about it you only stated how gross the messes were to clean so you simply had to stay longer - definitely not to watch carmy vigorously scrub the floors clean.) carmen asked you to come into his office with him. you were worried after that, thinking about anything you could've done to deserve a talking to from your boss. spilling a couple drinks maybe? but that was just honest clumsy-ness it could've have been that-

"i just wanted to ask you something." that's not what you were expecting.

"yeah anything go ahead." your voice shook mildly, wondering what the question could be.

"are you dating anyone right now?" you've never seen him as shy as he was right now. he looked as if he could burst at any second

"no i'm not, why do you ask?"

"richie has been busting my balls lately about not getting laid since i've been back in chicago and i've always thought you were absolutely gorgeous so i thought-"

"are you asking if you can fuck me?" you interrupted. jesus christ you don't think you've ever been so wet in your life.

"y-yeah pretty much. but only if you're okay with it i don't want to make you uncomfortable you can totally say no."

"no yeah i definitely want to." you pressed your legs together to hopefully feel some kind of friction.

"yeah? really?" you smiled at him,

"yeah i really do."

suddenly the next thing you knew was that his lips were on yours and you were being pressed against the wall. you don't know what you were expecting but you weren't thinking that he would want to do it right here.

he started to unbutton your work blouse and you push his shirt up over his head until the both of you are topless. he then kneels down and starts undoing your shoes in order to undo your pants and take them off. he stands back up and starts kissing your neck as he works his hands behind you and unhooks your bra and slowly slips it off your chest, marveling at how beautiful you are. before he can kneel back down you start undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.

after he strips down to his boxers, he kneels down again and reaches up to the straps of your thong and gently pulls them down while staring at you with his beautiful, blue eyes. once he finally strips you of all your clothes he spreads your legs apart to reveal your sweet, little pussy to him. he places kisses on your clit and your inner thighs before he starts sucking on his fingers and pressing the middle one inside of you. you never thought something could feel as good as this does.

"carm-" you moaned out.

"yeah sweet thing? what do you need?"

"need you to fuck me. right now."

"yeah?"

"please."

he stood up and grabbed your hips and turned you around so that you were now facing the wall. you felt him pull down his boxers down just enough to be able to pull his cock out. you heard him spit into his hand and pull at his cock to make sure it was hard - for you.

when he was done he pulled your hips towards him in order to get a better view of your pussy. then he slowly sunk his cock deep inside you, inch by inch. at this point you couldn't hold in your moans anymore and moaned as loudly as you could.

after adjusting to him he started thrusting deep into you from behind, his cock hitting the sweet spot that was buried deep inside you over and over again until you were letting out tears because of just how good he was pounding into you.

"are you going to be a good girl and come on me, baby?"

"yes i will i promise please make me cum." at this point words were tumbling out of your mouth with no filter whatsoever, just begging for him to do whatever he wanted to you."

when the two of you were finished and he helped put your clothes back on you he asked, "do you wanna come over? rest a bit?"

"what are you going to fuck me more?"

"maybe i will, if you want to."

you smiled at him, nodding your head.

[questionableratatouille00]

𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 10

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda and Y/n talk about their love lives as they get closer. Now, Y/n is sure that she’s getting better. Everyone in the group is. But there’s still work to be done. And not just for Y/n. Is it possible that even Sam Wilson needs help?

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: talks of death, dead romantic partners, nudity, let me know anything else that should be tagged.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

You wake up the next morning, Wanda still tucked into your chest, breathing deeply.

You slowly toss your head back, staring at the headboard.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, readjusting her fingers on your chest.

“Morning.” You looked down at her. God, she was beautiful.

You stared at each other for a moment, gentle and pure adoration in both of your eyes.

“I should uhm, I should get up. I’ll make you breakfast.” She offered. She pulled away, getting up and out of bed. She covered her chest, before realizing that there wasn’t much of a point. She gave an awkward smile before walking into her walk-in closet.

She left the door open, and you watched as she slipped a shirt over her head. It was quite long, and went down to her mid-thighs. When she turned around, you could see what the shirt was. A Dick van Dyke show t-shirt.

“Can I use your shower?” You asked as you sat up.

“‘Course, go right ahead.” She hummed.

She left the room, and you got out of bed. You collected your discarded clothes off of her bedroom floor, walking into her master bathroom, which was connected to her room.

You turned on the shower, setting your clothes on the empty space between the two sinks. One for her and one for her dead husband.

Jesus Christ, that was dark.

Her dead husband probably slept in the bed you fucked his wife in, your brain added. You groaned internally as you turned on the shower.

After staring at yourself in the mirror, you stepped into the shower, standing under the hot water. It felt nice.

You stood there for a few moments, your eyes closed, listening to your breathing.

And then you heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?” Her voice called gently from the other side.

“I won’t stop you,” you said back, your voice slightly echoing from the bathroom interior.

She opened the door, pulling off the oversized t-shirt. “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind one bit.” You hummed. She stepped into the shower, and you moved to let her into the water spray.

“Sam called.” She murmured. “Something about a boat. It’s from Louisiana, but he got it down here in New York.”

When she saw your confused expression, she chuckled and shook her head.

“Yeah, I don’t know. But he needs help fixing it or something. He mentioned his sister trying to sell it. I can’t tell if he’s fixing it up to sell it or if he’s fixing it up to convince her not to, but he needs help fixing it.” She explained.

“Oh. I’ll go help him out. S’anyone else going?”

“I told him I’d be there. Pretty sure everybody else will come down too.” She had a gold necklace on, a small heart.

You helped each other wash your hair. It was more loving than sexy, something that felt special to just the two of you.

With Nat, showering together usually meant something more steamy. And it was never nonconsensual or anything like that, and sometimes you’d just shower together because you felt like it, but even then it was nothing like this.

Wanda revealed that she had made muffins. You ate them together before you left to go home.

Once you got back to your apartment, you changed clothes and told Sam you’d be there. He’d sent a text to the group chat when you were in the shower.

And you were there. You and Wanda drove separately, not really wanting to make it clear what you’d been doing the night before.

You were positive someone had put it together already, but you were begging the universe to at least give you some time to come to terms with it.

You were currently working on cleaning the windows of the cabin, wiping them down until they looked nice.

Wanda called for you from outside the cabin. “Yeah?” You responded as you went outside to see her.

“Can you grab that? I can’t get it.” She pointed to a pack of hardware nails.

“Yeah, sure.” You reached for it. And reached for it. Your fingers touched it once, you swear.

But even you couldn’t reach it, and you wanted lightning to strike you down right then and there.

“Here you go.” Thor grabbed the nails and handed them to you. He smiled warmly, as if proud of what he’d done.

“Thanks, Thor.” You said kindly, but tiredly.

He grinned before walking away.

You handed Wanda the nails without looking at her.

“Thank—“ She began to tease, but you cut her off.

“Don’t even say it.” You grumbled, and she chuckled before walking off with the nails and a hammer.

You began to clean the outside of the windows.

“How long has that been going on?” Steve said suddenly from beside you. You gasped, he had scared you.

“Sorry.” He murmured.

“It’s fine.” You hummed. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You and Wanda.” He nodded. “It’s cute. You should see the way she looks at you.”

You felt your face get hot. “There’s—it’s not like—nothing is going on.”

“B-S!” Bucky said in a sing-song voice as he walked over. “Bullshit.”

“Fuck off.” You groaned. “It—it’s complicated.”

“She really does like you, though.” Steve said.

“And it looks like you like her too.” Bucky teased.

“Shut up.” You groaned as you tried to focus on the windows. Bucky and Steve chuckled, walking off to do something hopefully productive.

You heard footsteps coming from behind you. “Whoever you are, please for the love of God do not lecture me on my potential romantic relationships.”

“I never said I was gonna.” Sam chuckled, walking up beside you.

“Good.” You went back to cleaning the windows.

“Thanks for coming out. To help.” He smiles, the gap in his teeth warming your heart slightly.

“Oh. I thought you were thanking me for being gay.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “You know, she really does look a lot happier when she’s with you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter at that. “..You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“That must mean it’s extra true.”

“I guess so.” You reached higher as you wiped at the top of the windows.

“You still think about Natasha?” He tilted his head as he helped with the window next to the one you were working on.

“All the time.” You answered earnestly. “I’ve been trying to ‘get better’—whatever the fuck that means. Sometimes I don’t get why I can’t just get over it.” You rambled. “Sorry. That was a lot.”

“No, I get it. Riley..he was my Natasha.”

“Oh.” You blinked. “Guess we’re a lot similar than I thought. How..how do you cope?”

He nodded, before speaking again. “I guess I realized that you don’t have to move on. Grief is a hell of a lot like love; always there, even if you don’t feel it at times. It comes in waves. Some days it’s gonna be a tsunami, other days, it’ll be a tiny little ripple in the water that laps at your shoe.”

You nodded slowly. “Thank you. That..actually helps.”

He smiles softly. “I didn’t become a counselor for nothin’.”

You rest your head on Wanda’s chest as she rubs circles into your back.

You liked her bed; liked her choice in sheets. White duvet, with tiny sunflowers over it. Yellow and white pillows, gentle yellow sheets.

“I still think about Vision sometimes,” she murmured into your hair.

“I think about Natasha. I’m pretty sure that’s normal.” You told her.

She nodded. “Sometimes, it’s like this wave washing over me, and nobody how many times I stand up..it just comes back to knock me down again. But I guess it just means that the love was real.”

“You sound a lot like Sam.” You chuckled.

She smiled, her nose crinkling as always. “Maybe that means we’re both right.”

“Maybe.” You looked up at her.

“Vis had this thing he used to say. It was uhm..” she paused as she tried to remember it. “What is grief, if not love persevering?”

“That’s a sick ass quote, but I’m pretty sure it’s from a movie or a book or something. That’s hella poetic.”

“Nope. It’s all his.” She replied.

“Damn. He was smart as fuck.” You laughed a little.

“Yeah. Sometimes annoyingly so.” She giggled with you.

“I’m glad I get to be here with you.”

“I’m glad too.” She grinned, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And then one to your lips.

a/n: SHES HERE and it’s been a long time coming. Love the dialogue for this one.

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 5 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you a cute Steddie story :)

Warning: No smut in this one. Just fluff <3

Word count: 2810

Dylan laid curled up on your side in the hospital bed. Steve was sitting on the end by your feet shaking his leg anxiously as Eddie crashed in a chair behind you. 

“Alright, Dylan Y/L/N?” The doctor came into the room looking through a chart before smiling warmly at you and your son. “What’s going on, Bud?”

Dylan coughs before he responds. “I don’t feel good.”

“You don’t feel good? Oh no.” The doctor sticks a thermometer under the boy’s tongue as he speaks to you. “What else has been going on besides the cough?”

“The cough has gotten worse. He’s been having some trouble catching his breath and then yesterday he caught the fever. This morning I went to check on him and his temperature was 104 so we rushed down here.” You cleared the phlegm from you own throat and Steve glanced at your worriedly. 

“Hm. How have you been feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just stress.” The thermometer beeps and he shoots the cover into the trash. He places a new one on and holds the device out to you. 

“Humor me.”, he smiles. “It seems like the antibiotics we gave Dylan earlier are helping. His temp is now 102.” The thermometer beeps as he looks at the number. “And congratulations so is yours!” He chuckles as he starts making notes. “From the tests the nurse did it seems this young man got a good case of bronchitis so I’m going to send you home with some medication that will help. For both of you.” He looks at Steve. “If either of their fevers spike or if you notice he's just getting worse go ahead and bring them back here.”

The doctor grinned again and headed out to find the nurse to get your paperwork. 

“I’m going to try his father again.” Eddie rubs his eyes as he grabs your phone from your purse and walks out the door. 

Steve gently rubs your leg. “I told you you were sick.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Thank you for coming with us. Both of you.”

“Still no answer. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Eddie places your phone on the bed. 

“Mommy, I want to go home.” Dylan starts to whine into your chest. 

“I know, weirdo. We’re almost done.” You stroke his hair absently. 

Suddenly he disconnects from your side and crawls over to Steve, climbing onto his lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him as he rests his head on his shoulder. Steve lifts the boy to get a better grip and rubs his back comfortingly. 

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By the time you four got home you were completely wiped out. Eddie carried Dylan while Steve carried you up to your apartment and into your bed. As soon as he placed your son down the boy immediately wrapped his arms around your body, clinging to you. 

“Hey. Before you crash take this.” Steve hands you a glass of water and one of the antibiotics.

You shake your head. “Too tired.”

“Yeah, but Dylan took his like a big boy. You have to be a big girl.”

You giggle at him. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“I know. It’s one of the reasons you like me. Now here.” 

You take the pill and gulp down the entire glass he hands you. 

The next couple of days are extremely rough. It took a while for Dylan’s fever to break and he hated the inhaler the doctor prescribed. For you the medicine brought up all the phlegm making you nauseas and with that and the fever the room always felt like it was spinning. 

One morning you woke up crying because you just wanted it to be over. Eddie flew to your side, holding you to his chest. “It’s ok, baby. I know it sucks. You’re almost through it. You both are. We’re right here.”

A couple of days in, banging on your door startled you awake. You heard the door open and Steve raising his voice. You shuffled out of bed and leaned against your doorframe. 

“She called you two days ago when he was at the ER. You can’t just show up whenever you feel like it.”

“I’m sorry who the fuck are you to be telling me anything when it comes to my son?!”

“Why didn’t you answer?” You slurred as you stalked towards the front door. 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Are you ok?” Charlie looks at you with concern. 

Eddie tries to stop you from moving forward but you feebly push him away. “Why. Didn’t. You. Answer? He was scared. He was asking for his father. These two,” you gesture to your boys, “they were here no questions asked. They are more of parent to him than you will ever be, you fucking dick.”

Charlie starts to respond but you stop him raising your hand in the air. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard it all before and this time I will gladly see you in court. Steve?” Steve grins at your ex as he slams the door in his face. 

“Um, someone catch me.” Your knees start to buckle as Eddie catches you before you hit the floor. “Eddie, I think I’m going to be sick.” He carries you to the bathroom and you lean over the toilet as he holds your hair back in a ponytail. 

You hear the bath water turn on and look up lazily to see Steve near the bathtub. Eddie gently removes your sleepwear before Steve delicately lifts you, placing you in the water. 

“Fuck! It’s too cold!”

“I know. It’s as warm as I can make it. You still have a fever.”

You whine as you turn and place your cheek on the edge looking over at both of them with glassy eyes. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the tile floor against the wall. 

“I love you.” Both heads shot up to look in your direction. “I do. I’ve never had people in my life like you two before. All the men I’ve ever dated have been selfish assholes. I don’t know why I thought Charlie was different. Maybe I didn’t. I just wanted everything to work for Dylan.” You glance back at them to find them watching you intently. “You don’t have to say anything or tell me you love me to. I just wanted you to know.” You exhale deeply as your heavy eyes close. 

#################

Four long days and nights later, Dylan’s personality started to shine through and you both felt like you could breathe. You opened your eyes that morning and were met with your son’s beautiful brown ones. 

“Hi.” He whispers and you whisper it back. He smiles as he points behind you. You quietly roll over and see the boys passed out on the floor. Steve is leaning against the bedroom wall with his head back and mouth wide open. Eddie is on his back with one arm slung behind his head, snoring lightly. 

“I think we wore them out.” Dylan giggles at your remark making you want to cry. You missed that sound. “Hey, I have an idea. We should do something nice for them. What do you think?”

He nods enthusiastically as you both whisper your secret plan.

##################

That following weekend the boys hear a tiny knock on their door. Steve opens it to find Dylan in a tiny suit. “Hey Eddie! Come look at this.” 

“Hey dude. Got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks as he comes up behind his friend. 

Your son smiles as he places his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “Eddie Mumson and Steve Harrton. You are invited to dinner at our place.” Dylan turns and gestures at the apartment with his small hand. 

You open the door and saunter out taking your place behind him. You were wearing a yellow sunflower dress your son had picked out with your hair down pulled back with a matching headband. You placed your own hands behind your back and lifted one of your feet in the air. 

“Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington.” You tilted your head with a smile. 

Dylan turned to look at you. “I said it wrong.”, he whispers.

You pretend to hide your lips behind your hand. “It’s ok, baby. I don’t think they care.”

“Um, what’s going on?” Steve asks with an amused but bewildered grin on his face. 

“Is this a formal affair because I don’t think I’d look half as good as this kid right here.” Eddie winks at Dylan. 

You walk forward taking both of their hands and leading them across the way. “Mr. Munson, it is not a formal affair. However, the little gentlemen of the house insisted that if you make a thank you dinner the people doing the thanking should look their best.”

The smell hits their nostrils as soon as they enter your place. 

“Fuck, it smells good.” Eddie takes a seat at the dinner table. 

Dylan giggles at the curse word and you lightly smack the metalhead’s shoulder. Steve looks down at you as you pull out his chair. “What are we being thanked for?” 

Your son climbs on Eddie’s lap and he helps him using his tattooed arm for support. “For taking care of us when we were sick.”

Steve eyes shift to look at Dylan. “Oh, Little Man, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“I know we don’t have to, Steve. But we’re family. That’s what families do. Right, mom?”

“Right, baby.”

Steve’s grin grows as he laughs to himself and takes a seat. You bend down, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before heading back towards the kitchen. 

#################

The energy that flowed through out the evening was electric. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the meal that you and Dylan made together. Occasionally you would sit back and shift your gaze between the three of them. They all looked so happy especially your son. He never really got to have experiences like this with his father because Charlie was barely ever home. 

“Can I try some of your juice?” Dylan points to your glass of wine. 

“Oh, it’s not juice, babe.”

“It’s adult juice.”, Eddie smirks across the table. 

You playfully sigh as you gesture for him to come sit on your lap. “You can have a little but you aren’t going to like it.”

You hold his head and tip the glass till a small amount of liquid touches his tongue. His face scrunches in disgust causing Steve and Eddie to cackle. 

“My dad used to give me whiskey when I was younger than Dylan. Said it helps make you a man and cures any pain!” Eddie smiles but his eyes glaze over slightly at the memory. You rub your foot against his leg, throwing him a soft smile. 

“My daddy says stuff like that about sports.”, Dylan declares as an annoyed growl reverberates from your throat.

“So did mine, Little Man.” Steve takes a swig from the wine in his glass. Dylan looks up at you as if he’s waiting for you to affirm.

“My dad wasn’t like that. Grandpa really didn’t care. Now grandma on the other hand, she hated that my dad got my sister and I into ‘manly activities’ like working on cars. Kierra still tries to get her approval. I’m too old so I don’t care.”

“Mommy, you’re not old.”

“For real. Calm down over there.” Eddie tosses his napkin at you and you catch it throwing it back. 

Dylan yawns in your arms and rubs his eyes. “Ok, weirdo. You want to go get ready for bed?”

“Can I read with them tonight?”

You look at both boys, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sounds good to me. Maybe you can teach Eddie because,” Steve blocks his lips with his hand but speaks loudly so everyone can hear. “I don’t think he knows how to read.”

“Excuse me! Says the guy who works in a video store where zero reading is required. Also please remind me, what was your GPA when you graduated?”

They rise with their plates, heading for the sink as they continue to banter. “What was yours?!”

Dylan giggles as you jokingly roll your eyes and shake your head. 

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After clearing the rest of table and doing the dishes, you head towards Dylan’s room, leaning against the wall just outside of his doorframe. You hear your son’s soft voice as he pronounces words on the page from one of his favorite books. He gets stuck and Steve helps him sound it out. You quietly poke your head around the corner. Eddie is on the end of the bed with his back against the wall, his feet dangling over the side, as he leans on the elbow closest to Dylan who is lying in the middle of the mattress with Steve on his other side. 

You make your way towards your bedroom and change into some comfy clothes. After finishing your nightly routine, you notice the apartment is now silent. You poke your head into Dylan’s room again and see that all three boys are completely knocked out. You tiptoe in and gently cover Eddie and Steve with one of the extra throw blankets you have in the closet. You carefully pry the book from Dylan’s fingers, placing it back on his shelf before turning off his bed side light and heading back to your room.

A couple of hours later, your bedroom door opens, and Steve pokes his head through. When he sees you’re awake, he and Eddie come in the room, flopping down on your bed. 

“Why are you still awake?”, Eddie asks lightly slapping your foot. 

You flip around, placing your head under his as he leans up on his elbow. “I slept a lot these past few days.” Steve arms wrap around your stomach as he rests his head on your chest. You reach down, running your fingers through his hair when you suddenly feel him sigh against you. 

“Steve? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just happy is all.” Your eyes flick to Eddie’s and he smiles down at you. “Do you remember anything you said while you were sick?” Eddie’s smile faulters slightly at Steve’s question making you worry.

“Um, I remember Charlie coming over. I don’t remember what I said to him but I imagine it was along the lines of ‘fuck off’.” You laugh but when they don’t your brain starts to panic. You sit up and turn to face them, Steve leaning up on his elbow. “I remember Eddie holding me while I cried and you making me a bath. Did I say something mean? I’m sorry if I did.”

They glance at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. You wave your arm in front of them. “Hey. No, no, no. Don’t do that. You two do that all the time when you don’t want to tell me something. What happened? What did I say?”

Eddie sighs and gestures his hand towards you giving Steve permission to speak. “You, uh, you said you loved us.”

You blink, trying to force yourself to remember. “Oh? And what did you guys say?”

Eddie chuckles under his breath. “We didn’t get a chance to say anything. You said we didn’t have to say anything back and then you fell asleep.”

You pull your legs up, pressing your knees under your chin. Steve fidgets with his thumbs. “No one has ever said that to us before.”

After what feel like a long silence, Eddie clears his throat, smacking his hand down on the mattress. “Well, you know what? Fuck the bullshit. I love you, Princess.” You and Steve look at him with wide eyes as you smile at his energy. “I do. I love you. I love your clone. I love your smile. I love—”

You cover his mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Eddie! Shhhh… I get it!”

“I love you to.” Your head turns to look at Steve as Eddie pulls your hand off of him, holding it in his own. He flashes you a shy smile. “Look, I’m not good at this kind of thing, ok?” He laughs at himself before his eyes settle on yours. “I love you and your spawn and everything else Eddie was going to say.”

You lean forward, placing a peck on both of their lips before laying back down next to them. “I love you to.” They smile as Eddie repositions himself to your other side. “My clone and spawn? Dylan’s going to kick your asses when I tell him you guys called him that.”

“Not if we kill you first. Stevie, do you know a good place to hide a body?”

“No, but I do know a little town in Mexico we can hide out in.”

“Oh my god. Never mind. I hate you both.”

################ @adequate-superstar @strangerthings1983fan

@decadentwombatmiracle @local-stoner-bitch

@steamystrangerfics @lunatictardis

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five fingered freaks

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lo'ak x transm!avatar!reader

summary; little gay guys w five fingers and top surgery scars 😇

extra info; y/n became an avatar in the same way jake did, but his top surgery scars are still visible. don't ask about the science or how this makes sense it just does.

lo'ak sat in a tree with tuk, bored out of his mind like he usually was. he was grounded from flying, again, and neteyam was busy talking with someone. tuk could only entertain her older brother for so long- it was hard finding things a child and teenage boy had in common. "i don't know anyone besides my dad who did that-" neteyam could be heard below the two. lo'ak kicked a branch down, hoping it would hit his brother. "damnit lo'ak!" his brother yelled as the tree started shaking. "fuck- go!" he pushed his little sister forward, encouraging her to run. neteyam was strong enough to beat lo'ak pretty bad, and he wasn't in the mood for that. tuk got farther ahead of him, leaving him to be sacrificed. the boy heard giggling before he was swept out of the tree, holding onto something for dear life. "oh jesus fucking-" he panicked, grabbing whatever was carrying him tighter. "neteyam~! i got him!" he looked up to see a face he hadn't before, sporty a toothy smile like he'd just caught dinner for his family. lo'ak started hissing, completely forgetting about his angry brother who was charging at him like a rhino. in the blink of an eye he was on his back being tossed back and forth. "was it worth it? knocking me out with that stick?" his brother asked, holding him from falling out of the tree. "yes-" he was about to make a snarky comment but he was swept up again, this time being gently carried around as the unknown boy flew threw trees. he was dropped on the floor somewhere- he hadn't payed attention. he was more focused on the guy who brought him to his destination. five fingers. like him. and his chest looked all cut up, like he'd been in some battle.

lo'ak pretended none of that happened- mostly because admitting someone effortlessly picked him up and drug him to his home was embarrassing- but also because he didn't know much about said someone. would it be rude to ask you what happened to your chest? or who you were? or why in the fuck you had five fingers? he was silently praying that you weren't in anyway related to him because it would be humiliating having his sibling toss him around like that. "who was that." he almost growled when he and neteyam were sitting together that night. "you mean the guy who tossed you around like a fucking rag doll?" he started laughing, stopping when he got a punch in his arm. "it's a new dude. said he got here the same way dad did or something. talk to dad about it he'd know more." there was no way in hell he was gonna ask his dad about it.

"neteyam~!! good mooorninggg!" the 'new dude' came bursting in to find neteyam, but instead found a tired lo'ak shoving his knees into his face to drown out the noise. "oh. good morning! wheres neteyam?" he came to the side of lo'aks bed. "lo'ak!" he grabbed his arm, shaking him a little. lo'ak groaned, reaching his hand back to push the person off of him, "what..?" he mumbled into his pillow. his wandering hand reached the others hip, which was unexpected to both of them. lo'ak kept sleeping. "fine, you little dick. i'll go find him and tell him you went flying!" y/n shoved lo'aks arm into his bed before walking out, lo'ak springing up. neteyam would believe his friend, and tell their dad. he sprinted out the door, only to find y/n waiting, who broke into a sprint when he saw lo'ak. lo'ak ran after him. the boy was jumping from tree to tree, swinging through vines, way faster than lo'ak. he was just tired, he'd catch up soon. they both stopped when neteyam popped down in front of them, evidently waiting in a tree. "oh jesus fucking christ-" y/n started to fall off of the branch, catching himself on a plant and pulling himself back up. "what made you two think it was a good idea to be so loud this early in the morning? you're lucky nobody woke up!" he whispered, grabbing y/n by the ear.

y/n grabbed neteyam wrist, leaning in so his ear wasn't ripped off. lo'ak laughed at y/ns pained hiss, right before his legs were kicked almost making him fall. neteyam let go of y/n, releasing him to pounce on his brother. y/n pinned lo'aks hands down by his head, "is it really fucking funny?" he was smiling a little, distracted by the blushing boy under him. lo'ak took it as an opportunity to push him off, shoving him into the branches below. "you kiss yet?" neteyam asked, helping lo'ak stand again. "what..?" lo'ak was hoping he had heard wrong. "i said, have you kissed yet? it's obvious you like eachother, even if you won't admit it." neteyam got on his knees to see if the boy was in ear shot. "he can't hear us, so just tell me or i'll tell him." he stood again, pressing a finger to his younger brothers chest playfully. lo'ak slapped his hand away, "fine. i guess i do. he's funny and seems nice so far and he obviously makes you happy, since you're still talking." lo'ak was looking down, wondering if his next question was appropriate. "what's up with his chest?" he looked back to his brother, tilting his head a little. "a surgery. he was born a girl, said he's transgender or something. some crazy shit about getting his chest flattened, he said he used to get bullied for it. i guess i'm just glad he feels safer here." neteyam sat, legs swinging under the branch as lo'ak did the same. "oh, wow.." lo'ak didn't know how to feel about it. it wasn't bad, it was just different. if he actually got serious with him- the 5 fingered trans guy- how would that effect them? he was already considered a freak, would mating with another 5 fingered guy make it worse?

before lo'ak could say anything, his legs were tugged and he flew to the branch below him. he was being held up by his hips as y/n tried to make sure he didn't fall. no words were exchanged before y/n was pulling him down further by the wrist, out of neteyams earshot. y/n stopped, pushed him against the tree and sat in front of him, motioning for him to do the same. "did you mean it?" he wasn't looking at lo'ak, almost as if he was embarrassed. "well, yeah. you're cool. i mean- if you liked me, i'd be okay with it..." lo'ak kept his eyes on y/ns turned head. the shorter boys tail started swaying faster than before, and his ears perked up a little. lo'ak chuckled at his unintentional display of joy. "i guess i wouldn't mind if you liked me, either. as long as you're okay with kissing a trans guy." he looked back to lo'ak, waiting for the rejection he had expected. instead, lo'ak got closer. shifting his gaze from one eye to the next, he smirked, trying to ignore his practically wagging tail. y/n turned towards him on his knees and lo'ak put his hand on his hip, making him tense a little. "you mean we could kiss?" he asked, his face inching closer by the second. y/ns eyes widened as he sat up straighter, his ears against his head as his heart started racing. "if you wanna.." he barely finished his sentence before lo'aks lips were on his, hands on his neck and cheek. y/n slipped his hands to lo'aks neck as lo'ak slipped his hands to y/ns hips. lo'ak pulled him closer, it wasn't a heated makeout or anything like y/n had seen on tv before. it was gentle, smiling into each others lips and pulling the other as close as they could. lo'ak pulled away, watching y/n study his face, head tilted to the side. he looked worried, as if he had done something wrong. "i liked it, relax." the two smiled at each other as lo'ak laid back, y/n resting his head on his chest. they fell asleep, and when neteyam came to check on them he decided to let them be.

[hzbinnerdlover]

Delirium

(snz content, big sads, suggestive themes)

Vox was sitting at home on the couch, sighing as he eyed the clock hitting just 10 pm. It wasn't like Val to be later than him when it came to work. He wondered what could've taken the moth so long to be doing so. Hearing the door open he perks up and glances over with a big smile.

"Hey there you are babe, I was starting to wo-", he stops mid sentence and raises an eyebrow, getting a closer look at the moth's appearance.

Val had one of the most exhausted looks on his face, slightly flushed with a bit of red on it. Val pulled himself together and gave a smirk, waving at him as he chuckled. "Miss me amorcito~? Dont worry, I'm here and I couldn't be more queer~" he says as he walks over to the couch and sits by Vox, his arm immediately rubbing the tv demon's chest.

"Val- are you okay? You seem kinda off there. And where the hell where you?! I was getting worried sick!"

"Awwww did Papi miss me~ I missed Papi too~ Why don't we....have a little fun here~?" Val suggested as he has hus hand run along over Vox's crotch and grins. Vox couldn't help but blush and look at him with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I suppose that could be one way to make it up to me here~ Go ahead then baby, Papi is waiting~"

Val didn't hesitate as he starts taking Vox's shirt off for him. "Hell yeah....I was thinking that we could start with the first round here...in the bedroom we get the nice ropes room the kitchen and...and...", Val stopped in his sentence and sat up, itching at his face.

Vox raised an eyebrow at his lover and blinks. "Val, you good there?" Val simply gave a nod as he tried to respond.

"Yeah- fine- ju-just need to-", he fans his face a bit before turning away from Vox. "Heh-HEH'Chuuuu! Hit'CHUUU!", he gives a sniff as he groans and rubs his nose. "Ugh sorry about that-"

"Bless you", Vox replies as he finally notices the irritation on Val's nose, indicating he had having troubles all day. "Val, are you sure you're okay? You're not looking too hot there hon..."

The porn overlord shook his head and immediately got into a series position on top. "Oh PLEASE I'm just fine here Voxie- I'm always gonna be hot for you here~" he leans in close to Vox's neck and starts nibbling on it gently, Vox melting into the pleasure, and whispers. "I'm gonna make sure you're left screaming for me to-tonight-"

Val feels his nose itching again as his breath hitched. "Fucking- hold thst thought-" He says as he quickly pulls away and brings his elbow up just in time. "HEH'shUU! HIT'Skuuuu!"

"Bless you- Val baby..." Vox reaches up and gently takes his cheeks, cupping them in his hands and eyes widening to feel how warm they were before feeling his forehead. "Jesus christ Val! You're burning up! That's a fever over 101, easily. I'm surprised you could walk straight-", he gives a slight sigh as Val chuckles.

"I used to be an actor baby, I can pull myself together when I need to~" he says in slightly flirtatious tone, his voice going more onto the side of delirium as his fever took over more. Vox shook his head unamused. "Val, baby. You should've told me you were sick. Now here, you stay right there, I'm gonna get you something more comfortable to wear okay?" Val looked away and simply nodded as Vox got up and went to the bedroom, changing into a quick tank top and shark pajama bottoms and grabbing Val his silk pajamas, walking back to the living room.

"Here we go, I gotcha your comfy pair of-" he stops when he hears sniffling and raises an eyebrow. "Jesus- sounds like your nose is all stuffed up. Don't worry I'll have Kitty bring some-" his eyes widened as he looked towards the couch.

The poor moth demon had curled up on the corner of the couch, wings around him like a blanket as he bit his lip, crying silent tears while sniffling. Immediately the TV overlord sat by him and gently put his arms around his shoulders. "Baby baby hey...what's the matter? Why are you crying...? Does something hurt?"

Val shook his head as his hugged his knees and hid his face. "N-No...well yes but...that's not..."

Vox looked at him worried as he hushed him softly and stroked his fluff gently. "Ssshh baby it's okay, talk to me. What's wrong...?" Val then looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks and face still red from rhe fever. "I-I'm sorry....I just wanted to be sexy for you. I know you're growing bored of me. I know it. Just admit it!!!!"

Vox's eyes widened as he stared at Val in shock as he shook his head and gently cupped his cheeks. "Val baby no no no, that's not true at all. Why would you think that...?"

Val sniffles loudly as he starts to sob. "B-Because you're always watching HIM, Alastor, on those damn cameras!!!! You hardly watch me anymore, am I just not good enough?!" He shouts as he pulls out of Vox's grip, Vox attempting to open his mouth to speak the moth demon interrupts. "N-No shut up! I know it's teh....true..."

His breath hitches as he fans his face a bit. "F-Fuck...EK'SHIEEEEEW! ECHieeeEW! Ugh..." He sniffles again feeling his nose run. Vox gives him a soft look at reaches out again, gently stroking his cheek, feeling Val's tempature rise again. "Bless you, sweetheart I know you're upset but you're fever is rising and we gotta getcha a tissue okay? Here, change into those and I'll get you some tissues and a blanket, okay...?"

Val looks away and gives a compliant sniffle, nodding as he gets up and starts changing, Vox quickly going to grab the moth what he needed, he comes back rather quickly, relieved to see Val had changed like he needed to.

Sitting besides him he wraps Val in the blanket anr strokes his head. "Val....I love you baby, and I'm sorry if I've been making you feel neglected. I promise you'll always be more important to me than anything...", he reassures as he grabs a couple tissues and hands them to his husband. "Here, blow your nose okay?"

Val simply nods as he sniffles, taking the tissues and giving a deep blow from his nose to empty his sinuses. "You'll watch me on the cameras...? Promise...?" He asks as he rubs his teary eyes, Vox taking over as he cups his cheeks and dries them with his thumbs.

"Baby...I already do. Wanna see?" He gives a smirk as he points at the tv, revealing footage from the last couple days, watching Val work in all of his glory. "You know- I probably should've taken the hint when you walked off camera every single time you itched your nose-"

Val watches in shock and gives a chuckle. "I didn't wanna have you see me sick. It's not very sexy after all." He smirks as he snuggles closer, running a hand over Vox's crotch. "Papiiiiiii, are you sure you don't wanna have fun? It's not too late~" Val gives a laugh that would've sounded drunk without the knowledge of his fever.

Blushing hard Vox gently takes hold of his lover's shoulders and shakes his head. "Baby- I love you, but you are waaaaay out of it. I wouldn't suggest it okay?"

Val whines loudly. "But I wanna fuuuuck and be sexyyyyyy. It's not fair!" He puffs cheeks looking at him. "How can other people look so sexy with a cold! And then there's....there's...me. Heh...heh..." Feeling the sneeze come on he shakes his head and groans.

"Fucking...h-hate this- heh- HIP'shuuuu! Ip'SHIEEEEW!" the sick moth's hands scan the area for a tissue, Vox quickly pressing one into his palm that he holds to his nose. "ACHIIEEEEW!!! ESHIIIIIEWWW!!! ET'CHIIEEEEEW!!!! Ugh..." Vox couldn't help but feel the need to laugh at Val's adorable behavior.

"Oh baby- bless you. Salud- I think that's how you say it. Fuck I suck at Spanish." Val looked away blushing a bit as he wipes his nose with the soaked tissue and whines. "See? Not sexy at all." Vox shook his head and grabbed him a couple fresh ones handing then over. "Please. You could never NOT be sexy to me. Or adorable or beautiful, or anything really. That much I can promise you." When he sees Val rejecting his offer he gently pulls his face into his direction and gives the soft smile.

"My beautiful princess, I'm always gonna love you ya know." Val blushed even more as he stares at the light of Vox's screen, giving the tv demon a chance to gently wipe his nose with a tissue.

"There we go, now let's lay down, okay?" He says softly as he pulls Val closer, pulling the blanket over the two of the as he let's the moth rest his head on his chest. The moth slowly closes his eyes.

"Mmm....Voxie..."

"Yes baby?"

"I love you....so..." suddenly Val buries his face into Vox's chest. "....EK'shieeeeu! Mm....excuse me..." Vox blinks as he hears the squeaky sneeze into his shirt and sighs giving a chuckle. "Bless you....silly boy"

[64yrsold]

me & you together song <3 <3

"Look at that," he gasped, tapping my thigh with the back of his hand, "Adorable,"

Ahead of us a little boy held a small, fluffy dog by a leash. The two waddled through the snow, the dog often looking up at the boy, as if to make sure he was still following.

"Awh," I cooed, resting my head against his shoulder. He pulled up my scarf to cover my flushed cheeks, bitten by the cold. Snow was tumbling gently from the white sky, the tiny crystals collecting on his black trench coat.

As soon as he noticed the snowflakes falling this morning, he abruptly pulled me out of bed, explaining something about how it was important we saw the first snow together. I was practically asleep when he ushered me out the door.

"I would bet you," he tilted his head towards a couple stumbling over the uncleared path, "This is their first date."

I shook my head.

"Look," I said, as the taller figure offered his arm to the girl as she slipped once again, "I say dating. Maybe three months."

"Really?" he said, frowning with doubt. "I wasn't so nervous around you after three months."

"That's just because I'm very warm. And kind."

"And friendly," he nodded, "And very good in bed."

I glanced at him, but he just shrugged.

"Now those two," I giggled, "I think that's a first date."

A pair of sweet-looking teenage girls sat on a bench further down the path, each staring at the coffee in their hands. They cautiously looked at each other when the other wasn't looking, constantly shifting their eyes and fidgeting. One joked, and the other laughed a bit too hard.

"That's too easy," he scoffed.

"Oh, shit," I whispered, as a formally-dressed gentleman appeared, sprinting down the walkway.

"Ok, this is a fall," he shook his head, "Shit, is he going to slip right in front of us?"

"Wait, should we do something?" I said, now panicking a bit as the man raced nearer.

"I think he'll be ok," he said shakily, "Let's pretend not to notice. Quick, say something funny,"

"Um," I said, staring blankly at the sprinting man, who was already slipping as he approached.

"Oh my God!" he laughed, slapping his leg and cackling. It wasn't very convincing.

The man reached the patch of ice in front of our bench, and a foot flew out in front of him. The other quickly followed, and he comically landed flat on his back.

"Shit!" the man exclaimed, "Fuck!"

I held my breath, staring with wide eyes at the fallen man.

"You suck at pretending," he groaned at me, "You alright?" he called to the man.

The man just waved him off, and picked himself up. Then, like nothing had happened, his walk turned into a jog.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, rubbing his hands together to warm them, "Didn't he learn anything?"

I laughed a little, and he wrapped an arm over my shoulder.

"Well, would you like a coffee, darling? I'm absolutely freezing." he smiled at me, snowflakes on his eyelashes and intertwined in his hair.

"Only if you let me buy," I winked, and his face curled in disgust.

"Not a chance," he said, and lifted my chin with his index finger. He placed an icy kiss on my forehead, my cheek, and finally my lips, sighing and sinking into me.

"Hmm," he mumbled, "Now I feel quite warm."

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Slight AU Set in S2 after Roy's come back as coach, him and Keeley having not gotten together. Roy and Jamie get into an argument and its the same thing of them verbally jousting until Roy goes too far and says something really mean that actually has Jamie looking at Roy like he can't fathom the man he's always looked up to could actually say something so horrid. Jamie has enough composure to tell Roy he wishes he'd never loved him at all before promptly bursting into tears and running out of the locker room with maybe Sam or Dani chasing after him. Roy is stunned, and then feels like absolute shit, everyone looks at him like he's scum, and even Ted tells him he better fix it fast. Roy's gonna have to put on his big boy pants and pull out all the stops to win back the man he didn't even know he could have.

Ohoh

Roy can say the excuse of he never knew. That wouldn’t be fair. He knew. Knew how fucked of a thing it was to say.

He froze as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Knew he never should’ve said them.

As he thinks back to Jamie racing out he winces.

Jesus.

He stares at Jamie’s house. Can’t believe he’s about to apologize to Jamie. Correction he can believe it, but he can’t believe it.

He limps up to the door, pain always did make him snappy and meaner. He knocks. He waits and knocks again.

“Jesus Christ I’m coming.”

The door is wrenched open by a slightly disheveled blond. It starts to be slammed into Roy’s face but he catches it. “Need to apologize Jamie.”

Jamie freezes. Roy has never used his name before.

“Alright… come in.”

Jamie pulls the door open a bit more and gestures at the couch. “Go ahead say what you want old man.”

Roy breathes for a second. “I’m sorry. Never should’ve said any of it. Was a fucked thing to say. You’ve gotta know I don’t think it.”

Jamie nods. He stays silent.

“I’m a shit person at feeling sometimes Jamie. Say things too meanly. Say things too harsh. Love too hard.”

Jamie’s head whips up at that one. “Love?” Jamie let’s put a laugh. “Mate dunno why you brought up love unless you knocked your head.”

Roy shakes his head. He reaches out and takes Jamie’s hand. “You brought it up. Made me realize what the feeling was.”

There’s a shudder. “You can’t be serious.”

Roy nods. “Course I am. I’m always serious. I’m in love with you Jamie Tartt.”

Jamie blinks at him. He smiles and pulls Roy into a hug. “Alright. Mostly forgiven. I want a fancy date for the full apology though.”

Roy gently pinches Jamie’s side. “Anything you wanna say back to me?” Jamie shakes his head in Roy’s neck. “I love you too idiot.”

-

When they show up that following week holding hands Dani, Sam, Colin, Isaac and bumbercatch gives Roy the shovel talk.