#Bodywash Perfect Blue

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New Audio: Bodywash Shares Woozy and Buzzing "Perfect Blue"

New Audio: Bodywash Shares Woozy and Buzzing "Perfect Blue" @bodywashmtl @LightOrgan @pitchperfectpr

Montréal-based JOVM mainstays Bodywash — Chris Steward and Rosie Long Dector — can trace their origins back to when the pair met while attending McGill University. But when they met, the pair didn’t immediately share a common musical language: Steward grew up in London listening to celestial dream pop while Dector grew up in Toronto listening to folk and Canadiana. The music they began writing…

[ikkosu]

Last one for you captain before I go off to bed 🫡.

Imagine you get pulled over, fully expecting it to be a normal traffic stop, nope, it’s prowl; he uses his holoform to arrest you blah blah blah. You’ve been kidnapped by him, and you’re in a secluded location and his holoforms materialized in the back of the car with you toying with your pants telling you how much he loves you and how long he’s been watching you.

💥🔥🔥🔥🔥HOW DO YOU KNOW IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS EXACT SAME SCENARIO COMPO💥🔥💥

But oh my gosh his holoform,,,HOT BUFF COP. he wouldn't be as buff as fortmax, but he's defn not as twinky as Roddy either. He's, like, the the in-between of the both of them with decent amount of muscles dear god (let me nuzzle your belly sir) 🛐🛐 I've headcanon my prowl Holo as sekingar because GYATT sir

ANYWHOO

prowl in his cop uniform 🛐 black sunglasses, and rolled up sleeved while you're on his lap, back against his chest.

While he's toying your pants , palming and kneading the sensitive spots that makes you whimper, he's breathing heavily, the crook of his nose is a soft nestle against the nape of your neck. And his lips suckle on the flesh, rolling it between his teeth as he murmers how good you smell.

And he talks about how you should use stop using the last bodywash you had on last week, keep using the recent one because its better.

The one that smelled like lavender. And, when you're silent with the dreadful prospect of how the fuck does he know that

Prowl just chuckles, "I know everything. Everything about you, you don't even know."

And soon, everything clicks together.

The missing undergarments. Your missing shirt. The strange cop car parking at the most unethical places you coincidentally always come across.

Worse, you remember meeting him once. And, you remember brushing off his darkly lit eyes and locked jaw when you're talking about a friend or anyone else in particular.

"Primus you're perfect. I want every inch of of that body."

His love bomb rant is occasionally interrupted by a groan as you squirm on his lap. The iron grip across your waist makes your ass rub against his very much hardened crotch when you move.

And Prowl feels it. His neck muscles strain when he grunts. Even if it's a holographic extension of his body, he feels it fervently and bucks his hips up for friction and you whimper.

Now, he's ranting in your ear. About his sleepless nights when his hands would glide up the slick shaft of his spike. About how your lips would feel so good against his member, throat gagging, milking down his transfluid.

"You don't know how many times I've hold back from breaking down that fucking window of yours, pipsqeak."

You live on the 13th floor.

And the only window across your bedroom balcony, is an abandoned building:'s. You suddenly remember the daunting feeling of spotting a shadow looming in that gaping hole. Blue flaring lights, dimming and skimming.

"Don't think you can hide from me."

[lostinwalmartmymomleftme]

What r ur dreamswap headcanons :3

Have to redo this bc Tumblr hates me:

* 7 each

* Human Ver. Specific

Dream

Dream 100% has something that’s dedicated to Ani, (hospital, orphanage, medical organization, etc.)

To add more depth to him being Latino, I choose to believe he’s Chilean-American

He doesn’t like to be touched, but would never correct anybody on it because he doesn’t want to offend anyone and he doesn’t view it as a priority or concern 

Only has one scar and it was prior to the incident (tm), nightmare, dropped a bowl, and a shard of the ceramic cut dream deep enough to form a scar, and subconsciously Dream doesn’t want it to heal, so it doesn’t fully heal, though it is fairly faint, it’s on his wrist directly above the bone 

He’s probably some form of genderqueer, yeah, doesn’t know it and refuses to look into it because he just doesn’t view it as important, he probably goes by pronouns 

His magical blondness, skips a few streaks of his hair, so he has black streaks that he dies blonde to match the rest of his hair

Canonically multilingual, speaking both English and Mandarin, though I would like to add that he can fluently speak Latin, modern Spanish, and French

Bonus: Dream does that OCD thing (w/o actually having it) where all of his pens when they’re laying on his desk are at the exact same place, in a perfect little row

Nightmare

He sits in trees and people watches, like he sits up in trees, kind of in forests and watches people on picnics and fun little family outings, and tries to imagine what his life would be like if it hadn’t been what it is 

His hair is extremely heat damaged, because he totally straightens it (it’s the only thing about him that’s allowed to be straight /j)

Extension on him canonically being Latino: I think he’s Peruvian-American

For some reason collect bottle caps (like the little metal ones you get on alcohol bottles (he doesn’t drink though))

He has a peanut allergy

Despite being an insomniac, whenever he does actually sleep, he starfishes

He doesn’t like looking in mirrors, there’s anything wrong with it, there isn’t really reason why he doesn’t like it, he just find it unsettling and he covers the one in his room with a blanket

Ink

He has one of those canopy beds, but the actual canopy part is custom painted and embroidered (by himself) with band logos, TV show logos, characters he likes, etc.

He is really bad at spelling, professional emails are more like word scrambles

If someone were to ask him to draw them, he would draw them, claim he made mistake, tear it up, then draw a stick figure, and give it to them

Usual Ethnicity one: he actually doesn’t know his ethnicity beyond being Latino, but he is Cuban-American

He’s emo and claims his favorite color is black, but it’s orange which is equally as bad

He has no real gauge of his own pain tolerance and usually has to be forced into medical situations by other people, usually Dream when he reports back to him

Ink’s allergic to bleach and ant bites

Cross

He hasn’t had his first kiss

He uses Old Spice cologne in the classic scent. But he does it to a NAUSEATING level.

He’s Irish, ethnically. I don’t make the rules.

He’s minorly lactose intolerant

This man owns like five Tamagatchis

He makes really good bread for some reason? Like this man SLAYS a sourdough

Cross uses 3-in-1 bodywash

(This is a Tamagatchi if you don’t know)

Blue

This man wears hair curlers to bed 100%

He’s really bad at math

Probably advocates for eating healthy (being a yoga instructor, possible influencer)

Blue is so ADHD to me

American-Italian/Portuguese

Has never made a bed in his LIFE

Blue seems like the kind of man who would burn water

Error

Clean freak, he prefers to keep the house clean, but it ends up a mess anyways because Cross and Nightmare always end up messing it up

Easily the best driver of the Meme Squad

His lock/homescreen is an inspirational quote

LOVES the rain, finds it calming and loves the smell of it, but hates getting caught out in the rain (loves the aesthetic, hates the actual thing)

Maybe American-Moroccan?

He likes dark fantasy books

Was top of his class when he had been in school, prior to his amnesia

Kevin

Can read. (Can’t write (no thumbs))

Can and does steal from the meme squad

Bonus:

How long I think it takes DS to get ready in the mornings:

Dream takes a solid hour and a half

Blue takes an hour

Nightmare takes 45 minutes

Cross and Ink take 15-20 minute for the sake of layers

Error and Finch take like 5 bc they dress really basic

dreamswap by @\onebizarrekai

[dustedmagazine]

Bodywash — I Held the Shape While I Could (Light Organ)

Photo by Kristina Pederson

Montreal based musicians Chris Steward and Rosie Long Decter create densely textured dream pop on their aptly named sophomore album I Held the Shape While I Could. The duo, who share writing, vocal and production duties, layer veils of synth and guitar over ethereal vocals and dynamic rhythms that split the difference between Ride and The Cocteau Twins. Exploring cultural, geographical and personal dislocation, their songs evoke the drift and drive that comes from being caught between uncertainty and stability. Rather than distortion and feedback, Bodywash emphasize immersive atmospherics and shifting perspectives to conjure a sense of disorientation in their music and lyrics.

Bodywash are good at diaphanous beauty. The opening track “In So Far” floats light as air, Decter’s layered vocals aloft on a zephyr of keyboards before drummer Ryan White swoops in as if to catch her fall. The instrumental “Bas Relief” features a simple piano motif atop swells of synth and muted guitar squirls, an abstract interlude of grief. When they pick up the pace and volume on “Massif Central”, “Perfect Blue” and “Sterilizer” Steward’s guitars alternate between crystal clear runs and an overdriven fuzz of chords that build tension through restraint. There is a steely resilience at the core but an awareness that self-protection can only take you so far. During “One Day Clear” Decter speaks about the way back - “One of these days, you get to go again, tie your hair in knots again, place your fingers on the rail, try not to lose the steps and smile if you see someone on the way down”. Her words and delivery provide an emotional center to the album and a contrast to the centrifugal construction of the rest of the songs which even when they are relatively straightforward seem to be on the verge of spinning off orbit. 

Dream pop often devolves into overelaborate filigrees tracing ever narrowing circles. On I Held the Shape While I Could Bodywash avoid this trap with a keen sense of dynamics and a directness that grounds their best songs, imbuing them with the gravity required to keep them connected to the earth whilst they soar above it. 

Andrew Forell

[subarus-gentle-butterfly]

Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.

Tagged by @sakamaki--perfect thank you! ^_^

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS

Nervousness -the unease of not knowing what comes next

Wishful - wishful thinking can go one of two ways

Overwhelmed - too many feelings all at once

GREETINGS / LANGUAGE PATTERNS

"Uhm... uh..." - struggling to speak when caught off guard

Please - begging, pleading her case whatever it may be

Sorry - even when she has caused no harm nor is she at fault

COLORS

Baby blue - her favourite colour

Mauve - the colour of the tips of her hair

Cool gray - her image colour

SCENTS

Vanilla - a soft but sweet scent that almost compliments her personality

Milk and Honey - the smell of her shampoo/bodywash

Fresh paperback books - one of her most favourite smells

CLOTHING

Long sleeves - to hide the secrets littering her skin beneath

Black Leggings - to cover one of her most disliked features at all times

Oversized tee shirts - comfortable, free to move in and just her style

OBJECTS

Colored pencils - she is oftentimes found drawing in her free time

Bandaids - very clumsy girls face very painful consequences

Stuffed toys - to soothe her lonesome at bedtime, to make her feel safe alone

VICES / BAD HABITS

Overapologizing - continuously, for things she didn't even do

Self harm - her worst habit, her darkest secret

Nail-biting - a common bad habit

BODY LANGUAGE

Fidgeting Fingers

Rocking back and forth

Averted Eyes

AESTHETICS

Cottagecore

Soft Grunge

Academia

SONGS

Heavy Heart - RIO

She's in the Rain - The Rose

Space Song - Beach House

I caught myself - Paramore

雨, キミを 連れて - EGOIST

I shall tag @subaruwu @shu-sakamaki @elizabeth-virnien @yuriko-tsukino-rp and @ruki--mukami <3

[erunion2]

Listen/purchase: Perfect Blue by Bodywash

[daggerzine]

Bodywash- I Held the Shape While I Could (Light Organ Records)

Montreal duo Bodywash are back. It’s been three years since their last full-length album. I kind of forgot about them, but it was well worth the wait.  Rosie Long Dector contributes vocals and synths. Chris Steward also adds vocals, but also guitars, bass, and synths. Add Ryan White on drums and there you have it. Besnard Lakes’ Jace Lasek produced this time for a great album filled with ambient dream pop. 

“In As Far” starts as a building ambient instrumental, leads into trumpet synths with angelic vocals, and then the drums kick in. “and after you’re in as far; holding it seems better; holding your way to falling out.“  Track 2, “Picture Of,” is a great transition into a song that could easily be found on a Pure Bathing Culture album. Throbbing bass, steady beats, swirling guitars. What’s not to like about that? “days get tight; i watch the bloom; it all grows sideways; and covers up the room; i decide to lie and wait; picture of desire in a frame.”  The next track, “Massif Central,” has an intricate, fast-paced joyride of guitar that leads into sonic bursts. Classic shoegaze here. Chris takes on the lead vocals here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26krIBARn10 “Bas Relief” is a beautiful instrumental filled with organs sounding like airplane engine sounds and distorted, somber piano.  The next song, “Perfect Blue,” is a perfect transition to sonic power chord shoegaze filled with Chris’s hazy vocals. The drums come off as a barn door flapping in the wind with an occasional punch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH-1nCgbhmM With “Kind Of Light,” organs blast with Rosie’s heartfelt vocals along with an eerie, yet beautiful, pulsing beat.  “oh darling; you didn’t have to come; and meet me; we breathe; and lose it at the same time.” The song ends with a beautiful Japanese melody. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbB2lSN5tao

“One Day Clear” could easily be called “One of These Days,” as it’s repeated in the song. Strong, repetitive, building synths with heavenly vocals leading into spoken word. “one of these days it might all; seem like paint; chipped off your nails; like an envelope or a bad night; you were saving for later.“  Track 8, “Sterilizer,” my favorite track, smacks you out of your seat with its jangly guitar dreampop and great harmonies. A summer jam to blast in the car with the top down. Lovely guitar solos with outstanding drum touches.  The next two songs appear to be a two-part piece. “Dessents” captures Cocteau Twins’ (maybe even Frankie Rose?) style with its repetitive, whispered vocals building and building. Again, those are great bands to be compared to.  “Ascents” transitions as part two of the previous track. Here, marching drums kick in with Rosie’s vocals added by an amazing lead bass. It’s a bouncy hypnotic dreampop gem.  “Patina” has repetitive, but intricate guitar work with angelic vocals. Beautiful jangle shoegaze. Lasek’s production really shines on this one.  The last song, “No Repair,” contains rhythms that splash, heavenly guitar and Rosie’s layered vocals that create a gorgeous finish to this album. It eventually fades out to a single guitar with vocals. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR3IFjv-YgA  

I Held the Shape While I Could is the welcome return of Bodywash. I missed their free show at Chicago’s Empty Bottle. I would love to hear this performed live. Hopefully, they will make it through the area again. I love the alternate mixing of ambient, dream pop, and shoegaze. It’s definitely an album to check out with headphones. Thank you, Rosie and Chris!  (REVIEW BY ERIC EGGLESON)

https://bodywashmtl.bandcamp.com/album/i-held-the-shape-while-i-could

https://lightorganrecords.com/

[leftsidebonfire]

Welcome Home Love

Kat/Pol angst, after too long.

For someone who'd gone toe to toe with vampires, monsters, and devils that shouldn't have been created, monstrosities and unbelievable sights, I'd never thought that knocking on a door would wind up being the most difficult task of my life.

I held flowers in a shaking, too tight hand. It felt like a shitty and pathetic gesture. Hey, sorry I just left you high and dry, take these dollar store fucking flowers. But it would have felt worse if I was empty handed. Maybe it should have been candy. Maybe it should have been money. A new car. Maybe I shouldn't be here at all.

I was standing at the door so long, neighbors would definitely start to get the wrong idea. And yet my fist stayed just so, knuckles ready but unable to knock.

My heart thundered against my ribs as my mind played back every possible terrible reaction that this could give me. He doesnt want to see me. He calls the police. He throws the flowers in my face. He's moved on. He hates me. He thinks I've betrayed him. He thinks I'm horrible. I am horrible. How could I do this to him?

I'd been gone too long. What a perfect piece of shit move. I'd told him I'd never leave. I fucking vowed it to him in front of everyone. I will stand by your side, love you and care for you, and be there when you need me most. Nothing could ever steal me away or make me love you less.

Fucking liar.

It was too much. I turned and started to leave before I was caught crying on a doorstep. I never even knocked.

But before I was off the porch, I heard the door swing open, and I didn't even need to turn around to hear his voice. His voice.

"Katie...?"

I froze. Would it have been better if he just didn't see me? Too late now. I turned back around to see him there in the doorway. Tall, always tall. Way over 6 feet, especially with that hair. Muscles, big and thick, my eyes still pec-height like we'd always joked about. He was still littered in more freckles than I could count, though I'd certainly tried once. His broken-heart earrings just seemed to dig the knife in deeper, like a slap to my face about how I'd treated him by disappearing. So much had happened. Things he just wouldn't understand. It was never because of him that I'd been gone.

"Jean Pierre." I replied finally, afraid my voice would break and I would weep.

He started coming toward me, and I had to ready myself. All the words I'd spent hours toiling over to explain myself failed immediately and I was left just standing there wordlessly as he crossed the porch in three steps to cling me to his chest.

I wasn't sure if he should hug me or punt me off the porch. But if I was in his shoes, I knew exactly what I'd have done. Maybe that's why he was so different. He was always so nice.

He hugged me so hard and I let him. His muscles were always strong and perfect for hugging. Strong and soft, like a cushion of muscle he brought my face into. The tight black shirt, the smell of his bodywash and shampoo, it was familiar like a home, like a home I'd been away from way too long. Like a home I didn't feel like I deserved to have. I hugged him back, the hand holding the flowers awkwardly parted away from him.

I was choked up when I pulled back to look at him. My throat felt all tight and tears were swelling in my eyes, causing him to swim before me in an unrecognizable shape of blurry hair.

"Polnareff, I—"

Starting a sentence took many tries.

"I don't— I wasn't— Fuck. I'm so sorry."

"I didn't know when you'd come back."

"I never meant to leave."

"I know you didn't."

He held my face in his palms, in his big soft warm palms like he did when we kissed. We didn't kiss, not yet, he just held me there.

"I owe you an explanation."

"Not now." He said. "Now I'm just looking at you again."

I had no choice but to look at him, too. His eyes were blue, shining with tears, his silver hair still looking perfect in that tall updo I never quite understood. Freckles galore across his cheeks and the bridge of his tall nose. He had that strong jaw, thick shoulder muscles, and most unexplainably, he was smiling.

I missed that smile more than I'd ever realized.

"Why don't you hate me?"

"The same reason that you don't hate me."

His French accent was always more apparent when he was sad.

"Well, you didn't leave me without an explanation. I think— I think you should hate me."

"Katie." His tone stopped me. He cupped my cheek and I immediately wanted to sink into it. "You know I wouldn't think that about you. Don't say that."

"Well— maybe I do hate me."

I could tell his heart was heavy. I handed him his flowers like the world's stupidest apology gift. He took them, and his face looked like glass, like he was fragile and could break. And yet, he still smiled.

"Would you like to come in?" He asked.

Would I ever. But did I deserve to? I fidgeted on the spot, and he could tell I was hesitating on purpose.

"Its your house, too, you know. It's been our home. You've always been welcome here."

I could feel tears that wanted to spill from my eyes. I wanted nothing more than for him to scream at me and kick me out, be angry, be rightfully enraged and never want to see me again, and he was the exact opposite. He had always been too good for me. I finally nodded, and Jean Pierre put his arm around me to guide me inside. He effectively made the decision for me, taking me inside, out of the cold, and back to where I belonged.

"Tell me about all your adventures, little fairy." He smiled, cooing like I'd never left.

He sat with me on the couch. I'd left that awkward space between us, not sure if he wanted me all cuddled up like nothing had changed, but he sat closer, close enough to fill that gap and held his arm around my shoulders, looking down at me attentively. I let out a long held sigh.

"Its a long story..."

When I'd finished regaling him with the story of where I'd been these past months, Polnareff had grown ever closer to me, even taking my legs and putting them over his lap, curling up like old times, when he'd sit and let me talk about my D&D ramblings, but I cut to the chase. We'd been skirting around my reason for coming here for too long.

"Look, Jean, I came here... I wanted... I had to apologize—"

Polnareff took my hands in his and cut me off, looking at my face sweetly. "I know. I know just why you came, cherie. You know I haven't forgotten you, or let you go." His voice was low and soft. Far softer than I would have given myself. "I've always been here. Right where you needed me. You came back, that's what matters, isn't it?"

My heart felt so heavy that he'd forgive me this easily. "Please let me apologize, Jean. Please." I whispered, finally letting my tears slip down my cheeks.

He brushed the hair out of my eyes, exposing one ear, and with the gentleness of an angel, he slid one of his broken heart earrings into the lobe of my ear. "There, just like it should be." He smiled.

I looked up at him and finally caved into him, taking his face with one hand and pulling him close to me, kissing him for the first time in what felt like ages. It seemed like the tension melted from our bodies at long last. We had each other again. We had each other. We were safe. His lips had been just as soft as they had been the first time we shared a nervous, blushy kiss in the hallway of our shared hotel in Egypt.

He kissed the top of my head when I pulled back and wiped my eyes, and his face was alight in a smile. A smile that reassured me that he was still here. That he didn't resent me, and that I hadn't completely ruined my chances with one of the kindest and most wonderful men I'd had the pleasure of falling in love with.

"Welcome home, love."

[highqueenofelfhame]

MASTERLIST // WRITING BLOG

“Can we um— can we stop?” At her request, Rowan’s thrusts came to a pause. He lifted his head from her neck, his silver hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. Concern had already begun to fill his features with a deep line between his brows as he assessed her.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, eyes glancing down to where their bodies were joined. Quick to pull out, he sat back on his heels between her legs while she shook her head. Rowan’s hands rested on her thighs with soothing circles being rubbed into her skin. He was hurting her— just not physically. Not in a way she really cared to get into, and it would be better if they could either go to sleep or if he would just leave altogether. As the tears began to prick the corners of her eyes, Aelin knew the latter wasn’t going to happen. He cared too much to bolt while she was upset, and yet…

Yet he didn’t care enough.

“I’m not hurt.” Her voice was a whisper, as much sound as she was able to push out of her lungs.

Their friends with benefits situation had been working out really well for both of them. It had been months of being inseparable to do everything from each other to running mundane errands in the middle of the afternoon. Rowan’s girlfriend had died last year and Aelin’s last relationship had been bordering on mentally and emotionally abusive. So that they were able to hang out and have sex met everything they wanted out of another person. Rowan was emotionally unavailable, and Aelin was scared. It was a perfect fit.

Until about a month ago when Aelin had so foolishly caught feelings for the man before her. For the longest time, she had been able to keep those feelings bottled up. Lately, though, she felt like someone had been shaking that bottle as hard as they could and it was all ready to explode. Every day it seemed like she was trying to tighten the cap, and every day it seemed more like it was being unscrewed. She was a ticking time bomb and there was little she could do to stop it.

She had tried. Gods, she had tried. There had even been a handful of days where she’d kept their contact as minimal as possible, only replying with short texts and later saying she’d had a headache or was tired. He had bought the excuses for the most part, but he’d still started asking if they were okay every time they hung out. Rowan was too smart for her own good.

“What’s going on?” With his hands still running up and down her thighs it was hard to focus and Aelin found herself sitting up, tugging the sheet up to cover her body. Rowan moved to sit beside her, covering his own waist as he did. The worry never relaxed from his features, the tension didn’t release from his shoulders.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” It was genuine confusion that laced the word. Even without looking over at him, she knew the wrinkle between his brow had somehow deepened.

“I just can’t. I don’t know if I can be friends with you anymore, I—”

“Aelin.” Her lips set into a thin line while she found a wrinkle on her blanket to focus on. She used the feeling of the sheets beneath her fingers to anchor her as she took a deep breath, doing her best to ignore the heady scent of sex, to avoid the smell of Rowan’s pine bodywash that seemed to cover her skin from being pressed so tightly against him. “Look at me.”

“I need you to go.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening right now.” True to everything that Rowan was as a man, he didn’t sound angry. No, he sounded concerned and worried, maybe even nervous and bordering on upset.

“I can’t keep doing whatever the hell it is we’re doing. I just can’t.”

“You think that we—”

“I can’t keep getting fragments of your heart in return while I keep giving you everything that I am. I need you to leave.” There was a finality to her voice that seemed to make him freeze, that had him peeling back the blanket and dressing in silence at the foot of the bed. Aelin said nothing, leaning her head back against the headboard while the quiet rustling of clothes being tugged over skin filled the room.

It finally stopped, and for several moments Aelin stared at the backs of her eyelids but she couldn’t ignore his heavy gaze forever. When her blue eyes opened, tears spilled over like waves crashing into the shore. There was an emotion in his eyes that she had seldom seen and couldn’t quite place.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about what we are,” his voice cracked and created earthquakes in her bones, “you are entirely fucking wrong.”

Aelin didn’t move until long after the front door quietly clicked shut behind him. She heard the tumble of the lock, because of course he would take a few extra seconds to make sure she was safe. It only made the pain worse, widening the fissures in her chest into chasms that had her gasping for breath while she sobbed into her hands.

Even after washing her body twice and changing the sheets, the last thing she could smell was his scent, a brand that had been burned into her life that she clung to as she drifted fitfully into a dreamless sleep.

[winterrose527]

may i humbly request a drabble/fic about Ella seeing Robb in a kilt for the first time?

(Richard at Kit's wedding just popped up on my instagram feed)

Okay. You asked for a Drabble and I apparently heard '2,500 word one-shot'. This is (hopefully) your favorite genre: CHAOTIC FLUFF.

***

“Let’s go to the movies,” Robb suggested.

“Stop it,” she ordered, taking a sip of the coffee he’d just handed her, and pointed towards his bedroom, “Get in there, mister.”

“Myr-“

“Go,” she nudged his calf with her toe.

When he only looked at her stubbornly, she sighed and marched into his bedroom herself. She had already kicked off her boots the minute she’d gotten into his apartment, wanting to thaw out her frozen toes, so she got on his bed.

“Can I get under the covers?” she asked him as Grey Wind hopped up beside her.

“Uh…yeah…,” Robb agreed as he came in, his eyes glancing at her briefly.

She turned to Grey Wind, “You need to move, sir.”

Grey Wind laid down, with his head on the pillows, looking up at her, and nudged his paw against her.

“Grey Wind,” she laughed, “Move.”

He scooted closer to her.

Robb chuckled, “Well in his defense, he did what you asked.”

She looked at him, “Are you going to help?”

Robb sighed and came to the side of the bed she was sitting at and leaned over her. He’d just showered, and he smelled like the bodywash his Mom stocked in all the boys’ bedrooms at Winterfell. She felt herself shiver slightly.

He lifted Grey Wind and moved him to the other side of the bed. When he went to straighten back up, Grey Wind laid on his hand and Robb all but fell onto her.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, as he tried to straighten himself up. She tried to get out of his way but they ended up nearly colliding once again, and then his face was just inches from hers. “Sorry.”

“That’s,” she shook her head, looking into his blue eyes, “That’s okay.”

For a second she could have sworn that his eyes trailed down to her lips but then he cleared his throat and stood back up.

“You ought to get under quick, he’s gonna come right back to you,” he told her.

She set her cup of coffee down on the bedside table and pulled the comforter back and then got underneath it. She stacked the pillows against the wall and grabbed her coffee once again.

As promised, Grey Wind came right back to her and laid down, his head covering her chest.

Robb turned back around and smirked, “You look… very cozy.”

She grinned, taking a sip, “I’m peak cozy. This bed is really so comfortable. I might just stay in it all day.”

His eyes lingered on her for a moment and she blushed. She hadn’t thought that was a weird thing to say, but maybe it was? It was just so blustery outside and it was so cozy and it smelled like him and – okay yeah, it was a little weird, maybe.

She was slipping up more and more recently. He always told her that she was so cool. Not cool as in great, but as in calm, steady, undaunted. She liked to remind him he only felt that way because he was such a hothead.

But the truth was, it was getting harder and harder to play it cool around him.

Her crush on him had used to be a cute little thing. Three years her senior and her best friend’s older brother, it was practically a right of passage that she would have a crush on him. He had been like her version of the lead singer of a boy band, without the frosted tips.

She was perfectly content for him to stay as a metaphorical poster on her wall, but then they’d gotten older and he went from being the hot, funny, sweet older brother of her best friend to… well, one of her best friends. Sansa had moved south a couple years earlier and had left a huge hole in both of their lives and so somehow, wordlessly, they’d tried to fill it with each other.

And then it had stopped being about Sansa, as much as they both missed her, because they got along great. Shockingly well, actually.

He was her favorite person to do anything with. Her favorite person to do nothing with.

So it was perfect.

Or it would have been if she didn’t want to do… well… him.

He was just so fucking hot. There were probably more eloquent ways of thinking about it, but that was the crux of it. He was so gorgeous it actually defied reason and when you added in the fact that he was funny and sweet and always made time for her and was always around just making things better it was a little difficult not to want him.

But that wasn’t why she was in his bed.

She was in his bed because they had a mission, and she loved a mission. She stroked Grey Wind’s ears.

“Alright, Stark,” she told him, “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

He sat down on the bed, “Here’s the thing…”

She looked at him warningly, “Mmhm.”

“It’s too nice a day out to spend it going through my closet,” he told her.

“It’s sleeting outside,” she pointed out. He opened his mouth to say something cute and she held her hand up, “And if we don’t do it today, your Mom is going to come do it randomly. Do you really want her going through your closet?”

His ears turned pink at the mere prospect, and she took a sip of her coffee so that she wouldn’t squeal at how adorable that was.

“Fine,” he sighed, “But next week we’re doing your closet.”

She laughed, “Honey, you’d be winded before we made it through my sock drawer.”

He nodded, “That’s very true.”

Robb, for all of his wonderful qualities, was a bit of a pack rat. It wasn’t on purposes], and he wasn’t keeping weird things like toenails or trash or anything, but he just never really threw anything away.

She, on the other hand, in spite of the fact that her closet was at least triple the volume, was very good at throwing things away. She only held onto things if they were useful to her.

Which is why her closet didn’t contain three different t shirts for a band she’d never listened to.

“Robb!” she admonished on the third.

He covered his mouth and nodded, looking like he was at his own personal intervention, “You’re right. Three is too many.”

She laughed, “One is too many considering you don’t even listen to them. All of them out.”

He grinned and tossed one gently at her face, “That one’s soft. Keep it.”

There were three different piles. One was for things that he was keeping. Another (the largest) was for things he was throwing out. The third little one were things that he’d either outgrown or didn’t use but that he thought she should have to sleep or paint in.

Somehow she’d also gotten his old high school football sweatshirt, which she was fighting the urge to pull on.

She put the t shirt, which really was soft, in her pile and then made a shooing gesture.

“Aren’t you bored?” he asked her.

“Do I ever tire of telling you what to do?” she wondered.

“Good point,” he agreed. He went back into his closet and then came back out. “I need you to close your eyes.”

She furrowed her brow, “What, do you have a sex doll back there or something?”

He grinned, “No, she’s at Theon’s.”

She laughed, “What have you got back there, Stark?”

He sighed, “Okay. It was a phase.”

“I know it was,” she agreed solemnly.

“I was young,” he told her.

“I know you were,” she nodded.

“I don’t want to show you,” he dropped the game.

“We both know there is no way that ends without me seeing it so,” she noted.

He sighed and then walked back into his closet, “Okay so, my first year at uni, Jon and I got like… really into our heritage.”

“Mmhm,” she agreed, trying not to smile.

That became absolutely impossible when he came out, proffering a kilt.

“Stop it,” he chided.

“I didn’t say anything!” she told him.

“I can hear you mocking me in your mind,” he told her, “I mean… I can actually hear it… oh yeah, that one was good.”

She giggled, “I need you to put it on, please.”

“Absolutely not,” he argued.

“Robb please,” she smiled, “Please, please please. I’ll let you take one thing out of the throw away pile-,” he opened his mouth, “Except the overalls.”

“You’re so cruel to me,” he shook his head, “Why do I enjoy it?”

“Come on, lad,” she did her best approximation of his ancestral accent.

He laughed, “Fine but when we go to the pub later you have to order the first round in that voice.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

He took the kilt and went into the bathroom and closed the door. Grey Wind looked up at her with his sad puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to the pub,” she whispered, scratching under his chin.

Contented, he rested his head back down, groaning in that long-suffering way that always made her smile.

Robb came out a moment later, and she let out a noise that was halfway between a scream and a laugh.

“Myrcella!” he admonished, “This is my heritage.”

“I…,” she tried to think of something positive to say, but in bare feet and his Wintertown Direwolves t shirt on over top, he looked so ridiculous. “Would like you to wear it all the time.”

He put his hands on his hips and teased, “Does it… do it for you?”

“No,” she laughed, “It just makes you look so ridiculous I can forget how hot you are for a second.”

His eyes snapped to hers, “What?”

She fought the urge to burrow under the covers, but asked casually, “What?”

Maybe she was cool.

“You think I’m hot,” he told her.

She shrugged, “I mean objectively, you’re fine. I mean not fine but yeah you’re, I mean you’ve seen your face.”

Yeah, okay so she wasn’t cool.

He nodded and turned to go back to the bathroom and then turned back to her, his eyes narrowing. She tried to meet his gaze, jutting her chin forward.

His mouth fell open.

“You think I’m hot!” he said again. Shouted it, basically. He pointed at her, “Jon was right, Theon was wrong.”

“I mean, that’s usually the case,” she couldn’t help but say. Then looked at him, “But about what?”

“What?” he asked her, his voice taking on that faux-casual tone of his.

It was her turn to narrow her eyes, “What was Jon right about? Were… were you guys talking about me?”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Robb,” she pressed.

He sighed, “Okay, maybe a little.”

“And what Jon just told you randomly that I thought you were hot?” she asked.

That didn’t sound like Jon. She had a feeling he knew how she felt about Robb, but he wasn’t the sort to gossip. Not about her, anyway.

“Not… randomly,” he said. Then looked down at himself, “Okay I’m having a really hard time having this conversation wearing this.”

She smiled, “But it’s embarrassing for you, which is making me less embarrassed.”

He chuckled, “You’re embarrassed, that’s rich.” He scratched his cheek, refusing to look at her, “The reason the question of whether or not you were into me came up was because I maybe, sort of, in a very charming way, was drunkenly ranting about this sort of you know, not-creepy but certainly unhealthy attraction I have towards you so… I think… that… I should throw away this kilt and then just jump out the bathroom window so…”

With that he started walking towards the bathroom like the conversation was over.

Right when it was getting good.

“Wait! Robb,” she tried to stop him and then when he kept walking she tried to get up. Unfortunately Grey Wind had made himself nice and cozy. She tried to shove him, “Grey Wind… Grey Wind move, please this is what we’ve been waiting for.”

Robb turned so quickly she would have been afraid he had gotten whiplash if she could form any thoughts when he was looking at her like that.

And then, as though he was drawing on all the strength of his ancestors, he took a deep breath, crossed over to her, took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her.

He. Kissed her. He just? Kissed. Her. Oh. My. God. He was kissing her. He was kissing her!! Robb was kissing her.

She was so focused on that that she didn’t quite kiss him back, which she didn’t realize until he pulled away, his face looking disappointed.

She smiled, “Sorry, I…”

She leaned up as much as she was able and pressed her lips to his. This time she made sure to enjoy it. The softness of his lips and the way they curled into a smile when he realized what she’d done. The way he recovered quickly and kissed her back, taking the coffee cup out of her hand and putting it on the bedside table, sitting down on the bed next to her and pulling her into his arms.

“So,” she said as they broke apart, “Obviously the kilt is in the keep pile.”

He chuckled, “Obviously.”

“Unhealthy attraction?” she wondered.

He smiled, “It was bad for my wellbeing. Less because it was taking over my life and more because Jon said if I didn’t shut up about it he was going to punch me in the face.”

She giggled, looping her arms around his neck, “You can talk to me about it.”

He smiled but then his eyes turned serious and he shook his head, “I’m kind of crazy about you.”

She leaned in and kissed him again and he moved to get closer to her but then they both heard an undignified grunt.

“Grey Wind,” Robb chuckled, “Move.”

After some cajoling and outright shoving, Grey Wind finally moved to the foot of the bed.

They looked at each other and leaned in closer, and she told him, “I’m crazy about you too.” He grinned and his hand wove into her hair, his thumb on her cheek and he went to kiss her. She stopped him with a hand to his chest, “But don’t think that’s going to make me forget we are only halfway through your closet.”

He smirked, easing her back against the pillows and climbing on top of her, “Oh come on, Myrcella, you did say you were going to stay in this bed all day…”

[redhoodieone]

On Your Knees

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

 “Dick! I-uh! I-I wasn’t doing anything!” I stutter anxiously. I quickly pull up my panties and yoga pants. The paper towel used to clean Bruce’s cum is still on the counter.

I’m beyond embarrassed and nervous, and with Dick standing there, knowing exactly what I did with Bruce is worse. Dick must think I’m a slut who has sex with fathers, and he’s going to make my life a living hell because of it.

Dick Grayson isn’t that tall. He’s about 5’10, and he’s generally never frightening or threatening. But Dick’s light blue eyes stare me down hard. His mouth is closed tightly; and his jaw is clenched. His usual friendly and big brother demeanor is long gone.

And here Dick Grayson stands, in his gray sweatpants and muscle fitting black t-shirt. His dark hair is messy; possibly from the constant running his hand through his hair or his usual evening nap before patrol.

All I want to do is throw the nasty paper towel away and go hide for a bit. If Dick knows what Bruce and I did, it’s only a matter of time before Jason, Tim, Damian, and Alfred will find out.

Maybe even Selina Kyle. Joker, even.

“So, you said you weren’t doing anything, is that right Y/N?” Dick asks casually, a tint of sarcasm is laced in his voice. He comes closer to me. His breath is hot and heavy. “It seems to me you were being fucked hard by Bruce.”

What people don’t know is Dick can be pretty blunt when he’s angry. He swears, drops F bombs, and can be as pissed off Jason Todd. As rare as that may be, he can still be a dick if he wants to be (pun intended.)

“Look, it was a mistake. It should have never happened, and-and I would appreciate it if no one else knows about it, okay? Please don’t say anything,” I plead. If I could, I would get on my knees and beg pathetically.

As if Dick read my mind, he suddenly grins. The charming, sexy smirk is back on his handsome face. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and show me the same affection and fun you gave Bruce? Get on your knees, now.”

I freeze. “W-what?” I choke out.

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe you’re just a daddy’s girl. I mean...” Dick confesses before he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. He tilts his head down to mine. “Because I’ve always been a big brother to you, haven’t I?”

“Of course, you’ve always been my big brother,” I swallow hard.

“And as your big brother, don’t I deserve the same attention as Bruce? Oh Y/N, the things I would do to you...the things I have imagined and dreamed of,” Dick whispers in my ear.

My pussy is still overly sensitive from Bruce, but I want Dick just as much as he wants me. Following my instinct, I lower myself on my knees, and I start pulling down his sweatpants.

Dick Grayson is not just an attractive guy, but he’s as sexy as Bruce and Jason. But Dick is sexier when it comes to foreplay. I would be lying if I said I never saw him getting blow jobs from Barbara, Kori, and other girls he’s been with. It’s kind of hard to ignore, respect his privacy, and look away when his bedroom door is never shut all the way. I have stood in front of his door, watching how he’d either stand or lie down, with his whole chest out on display. Sweat running down his pecs, hard stomach, and all the way down his abdominal V line.

The way Dick would groan with frustration is enough to make me wet. I want to see him bite his bottom lip until he’d bleed. I want him to hold my head and thrust himself into my mouth until he cums.

The second I pull down his white briefs (a WAYNE product with the WAYNE name brand at the top of the band. I see this happening one day, so fight me! Hahaha!!!), Dick’s cock is long, hard, and leaking. The difference between all their cocks? Bruce’s is thick, massive, and monstrous. Jason’s is average size, thick in size and girth. But oh, I can’t pick the best one. I haven’t even had Jason yet.

I slowly pull Dick’s briefs down, and his cock immediately slaps against his toned stomach. He’s breathing hard, and his hands are shaking at his sides.

“Well? Suck me good, sweetheart,” Dick begs. His voice cracks, and it makes my heart swell.

I quickly grab his cock and began stroking him slowly. Dick’s moans encourage me to move faster, but his hand in my hair says otherwise. Instead of ramming his cock in my mouth, he gently pushes my head to his dick. I open my mouth and take him in. He smells and tastes like sweat, but his clean bodywash makes his pubic region mouthwatering. Dick’s precum is tasty, and I find myself wanting more of it. I look up while I begin to suck his cock, and I notice Dick’s staring at me with hooded eyes, and his mouth parted open.

His breathing is hard. I focus on sucking his cock the best I could. I tighten my lips around his dick, and I bob my head while massaging his balls.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, you suck my cock so good. You’re doing so good, Y/N,” Dick moans louder; not even caring if anyone hears us.

I moan around him. I run my tongue along his shaft, and until my tongue licks the sensitive head, Dick growls loudly.

“Stop teasing me or I won’t do anything for you!” Dick threatens.

“You were planning on doing something for me, Dickie?” I tease back.

“Just suck my cock, Y/N. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

The way Dick’s voice breaks at the end just shows how much torture I’m putting him through. I continue sucking him harder, and I stroke him with what couldn’t fit into my mouth. Dick finally has enough. His fingers run through my hair so he can grip my head and starts to pound into my mouth. I gag and tear up, but I don’t care. Dick then makes it his mission to thrust himself farther and faster into my mouth. I breathe through my nose to calm myself, but his cock and moans are making me wetter than before.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” Dick whines.

Dick then pushes my head back and orders me to open my mouth. His large hand holds his cock tightly and spurts his cum out onto my tongue. He deliciously moans one last time, and gazes at me as I swallow all his cum.

“Y/N…you’re such a dirty girl,” Dick compliments me.

“Thank you,” I reply proudly.

Dick helps me stand and pushes me against the refrigerator. With my back pressed up, he takes advantage of kissing my neck. Biting and sucking every spot he can, his hand slips into my yoga pants. He rubs my pussy through my panties.

“God, it’s like you were hoping to get fucked by us today, huh?” he whispers in my ear.

“I actually wasn’t expecting any of this. I just dream about it, but that’s about it,” I admit, panting against his chest.

“Bullshit. Just admit it, Y/N. The sooner you admit it, the sooner you’ll feel like you’re flying with me,” Dick says seductively.

Fuck Dick with his charming voice and words. Of course, he had to add his history in his sexy speech; The Flying Grayson’s. He knows I love listening to his circus stories. I groan angrily, and I look into his playful baby blue eyes.

“Fine, I…was hoping one of you would break and fuck me. Happy?” I snap.

“I’m already there, Y/N.”

Dick’s skilled fingers slip into my panties, and he begins rubbing my clit furiously. Gasping, I arch my back, and reveal my neck and chest for Dick to suck, lick, and kiss me until I unravel. He slips two fingers inside me, and finger fucks me until I’m panting and on the brink of losing myself.

“Fuck Dick…don’t stop. Don’t stop, please,” I plead loudly.

“Say my name out loud! I want Bruce and Jason to hear!” Dick demands. He adds another finger, as his thumb rubs consistent circles against my clit.

“Dick! Oh my God, Dick! Don’t stop! I-I’m gonna cum!” I scream.

Dick curls his fingers inside me and rubs against that spot I’ve learned to love and desire more of.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let me feel and taste your cum,” Dick moans in my ear. He can’t stop grinning at me.

“Dick!” I yell. My pussy clenches and unclenches around his fingers. I can feel my juices running down my thighs, and I assume Dick’s hand is soaked right now.

When Dick withdraws his fingers, I lazily watch him stick them in his mouth. He sucks every part of his fingers, and he smiles at me.

“Delicious…I knew you would be delicious, Y/N,” Dick praises me. He finally kisses me and gives me a taste of myself. Our tongues dance along each other, and I let myself fall into his embrace, because he’ll always be there to catch me. Dick pulls away for second, and grins against my lips. “You give amazing head too, sweetheart. Lucky me, right?”

“Dick!” I cry out embarrassed. I slap his chest playfully and kiss him once more.

“You were good, Y/N. So good…” he confesses softly.

“You were too, Dick.”

The moment between us is perfect. I have finally had the two men I fantasized about. Someone clearing their throat interrupts us. We pull away from each other quickly in complete panic mode.

There stood Jason Todd. Completely dressed in his Red Hood costume, with his helmet under his arm, he has an angry, full of rage expression on his handsome features. His blueish, grey eyes are on me, and he tightens his jaw.

“What the actual fuck, Y/N?!”

[k-llama-llama]

Holding On

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Some Shownu and Zoey fluff as they finish Fantasia promotions

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“I can’t believe we made it.” Zoey sighed, dropping onto the couch in their dressing room.

“It felt like it lasted forever.” Minhyuk agreed. “I’m ready to go home and sleep for a month.”

“Same.” Zoey rolled, trying to pull her mic pack off of the back of her shorts. “I’m going to have a bath, with all of the expensive bath salts I can buy.”

Kihyun stopped next to the couch, and started unwinding her mic pack for her. “Are you going to go straight home? Or do you have time to go out for dinner with us?”

“Oh, where are we going?” Zoey patted his leg thankfully as he freed her from the wires. 

“Does that mean you’re coming?” Jooheon asked.

“Sure, if you guys are paying.” She sat up, pulling her hair out of the ponytail.

“The boyfriend isn’t going to want you home for some congratulatory-”

“Don’t say it.” Shownu poked him. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Zoey rolled her eyes. “For your information, he’s at practice all day. They’ve got a comeback in a few weeks. Which mean I have time to go out for dinner with you.”

“Do you need to go home and change, or are you wearing that?” Hyungwon asked.

She glanced down at her outfit. It was a denim bustier and matching shorts. Honestly not that far outside the realm of what she’d normally wear.

“Depends on where we’re going for dinner.” She said.

“A real restaurant. So put something on, and let’s get out of here.” Jooheon said.

They all started collecting their things, Zoey pulling her duffle bag over her shoulder and getting ready to follow them out of the room. They decided to swing by the dorm so Zoey could pick up some of the clothes she’d left there, and then go out for dinner. 

“I haven’t taken nearly enough instagrams in this outfit.” Zoey complained. “And now you’re making me change.”

“It’s for the greater good, Zo. Besides, you have a suitcase of clothes still at our place you need to get rid of.” Changkyun snorted. “Come on.”

They all started to file out of the room, Zoey groaning as she followed them.

“Hey Zo?” 

“Yeah?” She turned, facing Shownu. He was still rummaging through his own bag. “Did you lose something?”

“No, I’ve found it.” He reached into the bag, pulling out a blue zip up sweater.

“It’s not really that cold out.” Zoey laughed. “I don’t think you need-”

“It’s for you.” He tossed it at her.

Zoey caught it seconds before it hit her in the face. “What?”

“To wear to the restaurant, so you don’t need to go home and change.” He explained.

“Oh cool.” Zoey dropped her duffel bag and pulled the sweater on. She left it unzipped, but it hung down to the bottom of her shorts. She bunched the sleeves up to her elbows. “I guess I’ll swing by and grab my clothes after dinner then.”

“You don’t need to grab your clothes.” Shownu said, reassembling his bag.

“Sure I do. That way you guys will have more room in the-”

“You can just leave it there.” Shownu said quickly, shouldering his bag. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, wait.” Zoey held up a hand to stop him before he could leave the room. “Why don’t you want me to get my clothes?”

He shrugged. “I just think it will make sense for you to keep some clothes at our place, just in case of an emergency.”

“An emergency.” She deadpanned. “I live ten minutes away.”

“But if there’s a typhoon or a blizzard and you can’t-”

“I’d just borrow your clothes.” She answered. “I’m serious, why don’t you want me to get my stuff?”

“Because you haven’t fully moved out yet, alright? And once you take that suitcase, you’ll be gone.” 

Zoey’s heart dropped, looking up at the sad look in his eyes. 

“Oppa...” She breathed. “You didn’t....what do you mean I’ll be gone? You see me almost every day.”

“Yeah, but I’m used to seeing you all the time. I don’t like it without you there.”

“I’m sure the other boys will really appreciate that.” She cracked a smile.

“I mean it.” He said earnestly. “I thought I would be fine with it because you’re happy and I’m happy when you’re happy. But I don’t like it. I don’t like not knowing if you ate dinner and I don’t like not having your weird pink bodywash in the shower and I really don’t like checking your bed before I go sleep and not seeing you there.” He took a deep breath. “That’s it.”

Zoey dropped her bag. “You know what has to happen now.”

He sighed. “I know.”

He dropped his own bag on the ground, opening his arms. Zoey jumped up smoothly, wrapping her legs around his waist and settling her arms around his shoulders. He held her up easily, looking up into her eyes as she stared down at him.

“You’re a very silly boy, you know that?”

“I know.” He pouted.

“You should’ve told me it was bothering you.” She messed up his hair. “I didn’t want to make you guys sad.”

“I think it’s just me.” Shownu admitted.

Zoey shook her head, leaning down and pressing her forehead against his. “Listen here. I’m not going anywhere. Even if I don’t live there all of the time, you guys are always going to be my home, okay?”

“Okay.” Shownu smiled slightly, his cheeks puffing up.

“And,” Zoey leaned back, reaching forward to cup his face. “I’ll have you know that I haven’t missed dinner once since moving out. Seungcheol is a surprisingly good cook.”

“As good as Kihyun.”

“Well, no.” Zoey admitted. “But I promise that I’m doing okay. I’ll text you every night before bed if that’s what it takes to convince you, but I’m happy.”

“I know.” He lowered her back to the ground, but kept his arms around her waist. “But can you just keep your clothes at our place?

“Sure. I’ll have to visit a lot though, one of those jackets is my favourite.”

“Perfect.” He grinned, before blushing. “And can you put your bodywash back in the shower.”

“I knew you guys liked it!” She exclaimed. “It makes you smell like a bubblegum fairy.”

“It just smells like you.” Shownu laughed.

“I have an extra bottle.” She promised. 

“Good.” Shownu let go of her, reaching down to pick up both of their bags. “Because I know I said I was okay with you moving out, but let’s just...do this gradually.”

“That’s okay with me.” Zoey promised, turning to leave.

Before she stepped out the door, she turned, thinking better of it. Pressing up on her tip toes, she kissed Shownu on the cheek.

He flushed slightly. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re sweet, Oppa.” Zoey smiled, grabbing his hand. “Now come on, Minhyuk has to be throwing a fit right now.”

[p4lparker]

Practice makes Perfect;

                                         A Helping Hand; Ch 2

                                              The car ride was relaxed, music playing and a gentle breeze flowing through the opened window- John B wearing his cap backwards and same sunglasses as yesterday- couldn’t have looked more calm if he tried. Your eyes scanned his profile, gaze locking on his thighs; mind floating to how it felt not to long ago to be rubbing yourself into him, resting on those very same thighs. His large hands exploring your body, grasping your hips, guiding you to oblivion. Breath hitching as your thoughts continued this path; you couldn’t quite believe that the boys had agreed, you had only meant for one of them to have sex with you… not both of them helping you out, and with that thought the nerves wracked through you. Questions soon flooded your brain and you struggled to keep up. Did that mean you’d have sex with both of them at some point? Your mind raced at the thought and a shiver edged down your spine. Was JJ going to teach or show you something? Or was it going to just be John B? You mouth suddenly felt dry at the prospect of doing other things with John B or even JJ. Would John B ever let you help him out? Would they teach you that?

               Your mind raced as John B pulled up outside your house, the driveway empty. He turned the ignition off and began to get out of the Twinkie. You followed him and scuttled up to the front door- pulling out the hidey-key from the fake brick, you unlocked the door, John B following behind you as you both entered the empty home. You walked from room to room- grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge before jogging up the stairs. You opened your bedroom door and let John B in; scoffing as he threw himself onto your bed and made himself comfortable. He just shrugged, you ventured round the room collecting fresh clothes; some jean shorts, a cover up top and a fresh bikini. You took a step towards your door, deciding to shower off the; sand, dirt, sun cream and other griminess from the day before. John B caught your eye- he winked and grinned at you, making your eyes narrow suspiciously, before deciding it would be safe to leave him unattended for a short while. One of your hands reaching up and untying the bandanna around your neck, you smirked before throwing it across the room- it landed on John B’s face with a huff from him. Entering the bathroom, turning the shower on and pulling the dirty clothes from the day before off and tossing them into the hamper by the door. You sighed and looked at your reflection in the mirror as it began to fog up with steam.                Stepping into the hot water of the shower, released all of the tension in your body as the stream pounded on your back and shoulders. You hadn’t even known you were tense until you let the water flow over you. The comforting smell of your bodywash and shampoo wrapping around you like a blanket- the scent clinging to you as you washed off and cleansed your hair. When you were content that you were clean- you stepped out and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel, another twisting around your hair to dry of slightly. Pulling on the bikini you’d picked for that day; you smeared on the sun screen- rubbing it in on all the areas you could reach, a thought popping into your mind. You collected the rest of your outfit and walked back into your room, laughing when you saw John B jump- accidentally dropping the book he was reading the blurb of onto the floor.                “Help me out would ya Routledge?” You asked, quirking and eyebrow and offering him the bottle of cream. He nodded, his lips twitching into an easy smile. You turned your back to him and peeked over your shoulder at him- he took the remaining steps to you easily, he pinched the middle strings of your top in one of his hands. Playfully tugging on it, until it fell loose- knot untying, he squirted some of the cream into his hands. Rubbing his palms together and then gently massaging it into you skin; you hissed at the sensation of his warm hands and cool cream mingling together, he smoothed the cream into your back, hands and fingers kneading the skin. A sigh leaving your lips- you looked over your shoulder to John B chuckled- pecking at you neck and shoulder making you giggle. He pulled back quickly and began frowning, lips blowing raspberries and smacking together as he tried to get the taste of the sun screen from his lips and tongue. You laughed raucously- hands untwisting the towel on your head, and letting your hair hang free to dry naturally. John B scowled at you- you settled you laughing to a gentle giggle as you reached back to re-tie your top. John B stepped towards you, and took over for you; his fingers tickling your skin as they ghosted against you. Winking over your shoulder, before reaching for your top and shorts, pulling them on, along with your beat up converse. He grabbed onto the previously abandoned bandanna, and re-tied it around your neck- teasingly poking at the hickey there before covering it up. The pair of you ventured down the stairs, heading to the kitchen.                You pulled the heavy fridge door; poking your head inside to see what you could swipe for a day on the HMS on the marsh. Eyes narrowing in on the beer hidden at the back, you reached in and pulled the six pack out, pushing it to John B’s chest and gesturing for him to follow you out of the house. You made it back to the bus and set back off for the chateau. Again the journey filled with music and jokes- pulling up outside, you both turned to at the sound of a familiar engine. The dirt bike swayed into the drive- gravel and soft dirt spewing upwards as it was disturbed. JJ cut the engine and hopped off the bike, sauntering over to the pair of you- blue eyes alight with mischief, raggedy cap resting on his head. He fist bumped John B and tugged you under one of his arms as you all made your way the Pogue. John b jumped in first- setting the beer in the storage box before turning to you and wrapping his hands around your waist, yours flying to his shoulders as he lifted you from the dock and into the boat- JJ untying the ropes and jumping in himself- pushing away from the dock with ease. John B trailed to the wheel and started her up, steering smoothly along the waterway. You wandered to one of the benches and plopped down, twisting and setting your feet in front of you on the bench- JJ followed you, and flopped onto you, his entire body weight landing on your lap- leaving you to groan and huff as the breath was forced from your lungs. He laughed slinging an arm around your shoulder and squeezing you to his side before letting you go and jumping up. Lifting your legs and popping them into his lap as he sat on the bench next to you, resting his hands on your thighs.                John B glancing back at the pair of you, smiling softly and continuing to steer the boat to Pope’s place- as you reached up to JJ’s head and yanked his hat off, ramming it on your head, batting his hands away as he reached to try and take it back. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and giving up- before plucking at the bandanna tied around your neck.

“Dressing like John B now?” He asked, devilish smirk ever present, tugging on the material playfully while you blushed. Your mind wandering to earlier on- the marks John B had left, searing your skin. John B laughed loudly- throwing his head back, leaving you to flounder not knowing how to respond. JJ pulled on the material slightly, moving it to the side and eyed the mark on your neck- letting out a low whistle before winking at you, making your blush burn brighter. JJ let the fabric fall back into place as the boat veered slowly to the side- closing in on the dock, Pope waiting at the edge, fidgeting with his back pack and cap. Not bothering to tether off, John B waved for Pope to make a jump for it; which he did. Urging the brunette to go faster as the familiar holler of the elder Heyward as he came jogging out to the dock- just in time to see the four of you sail away, waves and wide grins matching as he shook his head before turning to go back to work. Pope huffed out and made his way to the store, piling in the stuff from his bag before settling on the edge of the boat as you continued to the next stop. You took a moment to look at the Heyward boy; he looked tired and as if the festivities from last night were taking a toll, but you figured you all looked a little rough. Again the boat veered to the side; John B slowing her down in preparation for Kiara to join you.                You heard JJ snicker from beside you, you stopped gazing at the scenery passing you to look towards what he found funny. You felt a hand lift to your mouth as you took in Kie; she was pale, eyes hidden behind incredibly dark sunglasses, hair left loose and wild, a baggy top and cut offs covering her while she crouched on the dock. Pope held a hand out for her to step on to the vessel, when she was safe- he reached back and pulled the heavy cooler in after her. He then supported her to sit on the bench next to you and JJ; you having pulled your legs from his lap, allowing for enough space for her to squish on next to you. She whined softly and gently dropped her head to your shoulder.                “No more tequila for me.. like ever!” She whined, as you all chuckled. JJ busied himself digging in the cooler and handing out beers to everyone. Kie tried to refuse, but changed her mind and popped he tab on the can before taking a swig. JJ held yours out to you, but when you reached for it he pulled it away- you rolled your eyes and gestured for him to pass it to you. He smiled in a way that made your legs feel like jelly- your cheeks feeling warm, as he held it to you teasingly.

“Say please Y/N…” JJ stated, still dangling the beer just out of reach. Kie leaned up and frowned at JJ- he was disturbing her. John B shook his head but didn’t intervene when you looked to him, shrugging his shoulders; he wasn’t quite sure of JJ’s game but he wouldn’t involve himself. Pope was no help either, as he just laughed- you pouted and JJ’s grin widened. You stood abruptly, again reaching for the beer- JJ lifted his arm into the air, beer taunting you from above. You reached up, weight resting on your tip-toes, still trying to extend your arm and grab the beverage from him. He laughed, and it pushed you to stretch too far- weight pushing too far forwards, leaving you to tumble slightly, bumping in to his chest. Your chest crushed against his own. The feeling of his hard planes through his shirt pressing against your soft form left an impression on you. You bit you lip as JJ brought the beer to the hand not resting on him, handing you the can as he smirked into you face and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. A soft cough leaving you as you could still feel the blush covering you. You glanced to the others and saw they were paying you no attention. Moving away from the blonde devil, you plonked yourself next to Kie, who in turn had moved to the bow of the boat. She’d tugged off her shirt and was baking in the sun as it glared down on you all harshly. You sighed and decided to copy her; soaking up some sun and topping up your tan seemed like a good idea.

You perched next to her, poking her exposed stomach and making her giggle before you tugged the top up and over your head. Pope who was dropping the anchor, and was keeping a close eye on Kie from afar spluttered; alerting you, JJ and John B to something. You felt your skin heat up as they all openly stared- it felt like you were glowing bright red under their combined gaze. Pope’s mouth was dropped open as he stared at you and Kie lounging in the bow- anchor in hand half submerged. John B stood, eyes glinting on the sunlight- he’d seen the suit you’d chosen for the day already, but it still worked wonders on him- letting any thoughts he’d had flitter away in the breeze as he watched you intently. JJ sat with his forearms resting on his knees, his hands rest over his mouth- but you could tell his jaw was clenched, eyes wide and staring at where you and Kie lay. Kie had sat up when all had gone quiet, she tilted her sunglasses down off her eyes and eyed you also, she laughed- the bikini had been one she urged you to buy when it had been on sale- saying it did wonders for your body, he nodded her head, winked at you and the blew a kiss to the boys behind. You shied awy from the glance and lay down beside her stiffly.

“Dude, own that shit- you look amazing… It’s like they’ve never seen a woman before…” She laughed- her eyes still uncovered by her shades. You tried not to let yourself focus on the fact that JJ and John B had been eyeing you like their last meal on Death row- but the more you tried to ignore the fact, the more it pushed to the forefront of your brain. There was a sense of accomplishment running through your body- as well as a shiver from the weight of their stares. You bit your lip and tried to focus on the way the sun heated your skin; how it kissed against you leaving you to feel overheated. You couldn’t have been bathing in its glow for longer than half an hour before you heard the tell-tale splash as someone had leaped off the side of the Pogue. Another splash followed shortly after. Watched as Kie stood and shed her shorts and sandals before too diving in- letting out a whoop of joy as she did so. You sat watching Pope, John B and Kie fling water at each other and paddle around cooling of in the marshy water below- a smile on your lips, and then you felt him siddle up to you. He made sure to bring his body as close to your own as possible, you could feel the heat pouring from his body- and it raised goose bumps on your own.

“You not going in?” He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear- sending shivers down your spine and heat curling deep within you. He watched you, eyes focused entirely on your face as you bottom lip was caught between your teeth. You pulled your legs to your chest and rest you arms atop them, as something to do with your body. JJ’s finer gently stroked down your arm before tugging on your fingers and pulling you to stand with him; his other hand reached to the hem of his top and he pulled it up and over his head. The fabric dangling from our joined hands for a few moments before he grinned deviously at you. He let go of you hand and let the material drop to the deck, before his hands wrapped around your waist; fingers tickling slightly as he pulled your bodies flush together. You hadn’t noticed him backing you up to the side of the boat, you hadn’t noticed his grip tightening around you until it became apparent what was going to happen next as your feet left the deck and you were tossed through the air- flopping into the water below, water spewing up and over your head. As you surfaced, spitting salty water from your mouth and wiping at your stinging eyes, you could hear the uproarious laughter of the rest of the gang. JJ stood smugly on the deck of the boat- water droplets glistening on his torso, you felt your eyes drift down his body and felt your heart clench at the yellowing bruise on his waist and rib cage, the sight of them not being there for long as he scrunched his body up into a ball and crashed into the marsh. A wave of water cascading over you all as he hit before diving down and surfacing- spitting water from his mouth like a fountain. He paddled over to you, one hand gripping onto your ankle and tugging you towards his body- before his fingers looped themselves through the belt loops on your cut off shorts- still adorning your body- before his arms wrapped around your waist and held you against him as he lay back to float through the cool water.

You sighed as the tips of your convers clad feet surfaced- you resented the fact that he’d not allowed you to fully undress before throwing you over board, but you settled against him all the same. Your head resting against his shoulder and his face close to yours.

“So… what did you and John B get up to while I was gone?” he asked, his insanely blue eyes peeking down at you through his irritatingly long lashes- a smile pinching at his lips. You gasped as you felt his fingers trace over your body just below the surface of the water- if any one of the pogue’s focused on you, they’d be able to see his fingers trailing over you waist and hips, lingering on the underside of your bikini top- playing with the material there, he could feel your breathing hitch and decided to tease you more. His fingers spidering over you ribs and gently crept upwards, to barely cup your breasts, giving the gentlest of squeezes. You gasped at the feeling- that familiar heat curling through you as you could focus on only the feeling of his barely there touches.

“We uhh.. just made out I guess…” you whispered back, mind racing to how it felt to have John B’s hands touching you like JJ’s were now- you struggled all you could sense was JJ.

“That explains the hickey… I at least expected something more… But I guess I could start the ball rolling… what do you day Y/N? Hmmm?” He murmured against your ear, and all you could do was nod as his fingers fluttered down to where your shorts hugged our hips wetly. His dextrous digits toyed with your button, you groaned quietly and turned you head to rest in the crook of his neck, he chuckled lowly. He’d barely touched you, but you were anxious for him to. You wanted to feel his fingers digging into your soft skin as heat and passion coursed through your body. Your body was burning for him- even in the cool water. The heat curled deliciously in your stomach as you urged him on mentally begging for some kind of relief from the teasing and the ache between your legs. Your lips pressed into a thin line as his hand slid lower to gently explore between your legs- where you ached and were soaking for him. One of your hands slipped down your  body and began to toy with the button of your shorts he’d previously abandoned, you flicked it open and let your hand slip inside to relieve some of the tension you felt. JJ could feel your hand beginning to do what he intended- he moved his hand from cupping and ribbing you to slap your own hand away. He tutted in your ear and let his hand replace your own.

His fingers played with you bikini bottoms aggravating you as your body ached for something- anything at this point. You felt like you were sweating, you body twitching at the slightest ouch of his calloused fingers- your lip being bitten into, to try and supress any sounds that may leak out. He chuckled again- a raspy sound that made heat surge through you and settle where his hands were teasing you- before he let go of you and twisted you round to face him. His hands waded through the water and dragged your legs to wrap around his waist, before moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Once you were settled, he waded the water until he had moved you behind the Pogue and out of the view of the others. And that was when he pounced. His lips attaching to your own in a rough needy kiss- teeth and tongues clashing as he kissed you furiously. His fingers working themselves down your body- cupping and squeezing your breasts on their way to their final destination; your bikini bottoms. One hand rest in front of your aching crotch- the other holding and squeezing your ass. He pulled from your lips and stared at you; his normally sky blue eyes darkening to a navy colour- he didn’t move a muscle, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.

“Please..” You whispered brokenly, and that sound he could barely hear over the pounding of his heart beat and the blood rushing in his ears was all it took for him to slide his hands into your bikini bottoms and begin exploring the unchartered territory within. His fingers stroked gently against your folds experimentally- he could feel how slick you were and it was mixing with the water surrounding you both- his finger probed deeper, sliding over the sensitive nub and circling it softly. Before angling differently and sliding to where you were most slick- he rubbed around your entrance teasingly collecting more of your slick before heading back to your abandoned clit. He rubbed on it slowly; circling it, drawing patterns on it delicately as you mewled into his shoulder- forehead resting on his collar bone as you struggled to hold yourself against him. His movements became quicker as did your breathing- your pants coming out quickly and fanning against his skin, goosebumps springing up in its wake. He could feel his own arousal peaking it’s head as he listened to the quiet moans that slipped from you lips. H nudged his chin against your head- causing you to look up at him and his lips captured yours once more in a ravenous kiss, that smouldered through you- stoking the flame within. You could feel knots tangling themselves with in your lower stomach- the ache becoming more apparent the more desperate you became.

You whined against him pitifully as the sensations rushing through your body almost made ou forget your name. All that mattered to you was that his fingers never stopped as they edged you towards your end slowly but surely. JJ changed the angle of his hand again- his fingers finding your aching and leaking entrance before slipping in his thumb took over their previous ministrations. His fingers pumping into you shallowly as the confines of your shorts restricted his movements somewhat. His lips parted from yours as a particularly loud moan slipped form them- and he watched your face as you experienced the pleasure he was giving you. He watched as your eyes became glassy with lust and your approaching orgasm, the pink blush decorating your cheeks, the rounded o shape your lips formed as your end drew nearer. You could feel your limbs beginning to turn numb as you mind could only focus on the shocks of pleasure radiated form you clit. The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly before coming apart all together like you. Nonsensical mutterings fell from you lips between pants and soft moans. JJ bit his lip to stop himself from joining you in euphoria, watching you come undone before him and around hs fingers had been one of the most enticingly beautiful things he’d ever seen. And He couldn’t be more grateful for him and John B agreeing to help you out; because after seeing you b completely overcome by pleasure he was pretty sure he could die a happy man. Your body pulsed with the aftershocks of your release.

You were glad JJ was supporting your weight, as you weren’t entirely sure you wouldn’t have drowned in the waist deep water- as your body felt like the bones had abandoned it. JJ pulled you closer and that was when you felt him- he was hard and digging into you from beneath your shorts clad core. He was pushing and grinding himself against you- something he was unaware of until he he sucked in a breath between clenched teeth.

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Fuuuck…”

he whispered, as you ground back against him- you let him push and rut against you; letting him chase after his own release. You dug your fingers into his wet hair and tugged-pulling his head back and giving you access to his neck, kissing at it gently to not leave marks as you coaxed him to his end. JJ worked himself against you- his chest heaving as he pushed and pulled at your hips- his fingers still buried in your shorts doing unspeakable things working you to completion as well. All too soon you both met in a clashing kiss once more to stifle the sounds of ecstasy as you both released. Your orgasm washed over you harshly as you hadn’t quite recovered from your first one- but as you clung to one and other- your hearts slowing and your breathing returning to a light gasp every now and then you both grinned maniacally. JJ finally removed his hand from your shorts, and waded you back to the group, dropping kisses to your neck and shoulder. When you were back with the others he unwrapped you from around him and held your back to his chest once more- letting you both float carelessly in the calm and cool marsh. If Kie and Pope had noticed your absence they didn’t let on, John B however frowned at the blissed out expression on your face he recognised- it had been burned into his memory.

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Not my gif!!! But it’s awesome so yeah...

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Anything But Mine - Penelope’s Saturday Morning Cuddles

A/N: Between exam season, wedding preparation, and packing up everything to move; Daniel’s been more than tired so Florence gives him a well deserved sleep-in one Saturday. Penelope can’t help but want to join him.

Saturday, March 26, 2022

The boxes that lined the small apartment walls were already mostly taped and labelled, ready for three short weeks when they would be moved up to the fifty-sixth floor into a three-bedroom apartment in the sky. Clementine and Penelope were super excited to live on one of the top floors of the huge condominium while Florence and Daniel were more stressed about keeping everything in order to really appreciate how nice it would be to buy their first place together. With Daniel still in school, Florence was the one spending her days packing and getting everything in order with the two little girls keeping her busy at the same time. Daniel was nearly drowning in schoolwork as exam season was fast approaching and the projects he was assigned seemed to only come more often. He would then come home to a messy apartment in the process of being packed up, their things scattered around in various boxes, and have to go over finances for the move and plans for their wedding and still get his projects completed and he was tired.

Florence saw it. She appreciated it and all he had been doing for their little family so there was no doubt in her mind when she chose to switch off his alarm on Saturday morning after a late night of working on producing his summative assignment. 50% of his final grade was not to be taken lightly. So he was left sleeping as Florence shifted quietly out of bed – her body’s natural alarm waking her up at her usual 6:30am – and walked around his side of their small double bed to unlock his phone and turn off his alarm. With no plans for the day, there was no need for him to get up at 7. Florence left him with a gentle kiss to his head before tiptoeing out of the master bedroom and closed the door quietly behind her.

The girls were already awake, three-year-old Clementine was sat on the rug with her favourite few stuffed animals and a plastic tea set, entertaining her twenty-month-old sister who was sat in her crib and watching her through the bars. Penelope raised her arms up to her mother as she walked in, her white pacifier bumping lightly against her nose.

“Good morning, my girls.” Florence smiled, petting her hand over Clementine’s hair on her way past to scoop up the youngest.

“Mama, do you want tea?” Clementine asked sweetly, holding up one of the tiny plastic tea cups.

“I would love some. Why don’t we move your set up to the living room and we can have some tea with the sunrise?” Florence suggested.

Clementine beamed at that idea and rushed to gather all her things. The three ladies headed out to the main area of the apartment and Clementine set her tea set out on the living room rug.

“Dada.” Penelope whined softly from Florence’s arms as if looking around for him.

“Daddy’s still sleeping, my darling.” Florence said, rubbing a hand over her back as the youngest tried to wiggle from her arms. Florence set her on her feet, little blanket still clutched in the one-and-a-half-year-old’s tiny hands as she took off at a wobbly run towards the master bedroom.

“Penny,” Florence laughed, scooping her up again to steer her back towards her sister, “we need to let Daddy sleep.”

Penelope offered her sad baby blue eyes and a little, “No.”

Florence sighed, taking in the sleepy and clingy state of her youngest, “If I let you cuddle with Daddy you need to be quiet as a mouse, okay? Let him sleep.”

Penelope nodded, holding up her arms again and Florence picked her up to carry her into the master bedroom. Daniel was still fast asleep, turned towards the door on the far side of the bed and cuddled up on his side under the thick blankets, a sleepy pout on his lips and his dark hair flopped over his forehead. Penelope reached for him right away before Florence even got to the side of the bed.

“Quiet, remember?” Florence whispered to her as she sat her down on the messy sheets. Penelope crawled right over to him and flopped on her back, giving her mother a cheeky smile from behind her pacifier. “Good girl.” Florence smiled softly, running her hand over her tummy before leaving her with Daniel to rest.

Penelope, now left alone, turned her head to the left to look at her father and wiggled closer under his arm. He habitually pulled her closer through a sleepy sigh and Penelope cuddled into his chest. With her head resting up against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat and she let her eyes flutter closed contently at the comforting rhythm, her tiny hand clutching onto the front of his shirt.

She was asleep again only moments later, lulled back to sleep by her father’s heartbeat and steady breathing and his comforting embrace and familiar smell. He smelt like a gentle woodsy breeze from his lingering cologne and shampoo – fitting for a west coast boy – with a slight hint of fresh linen laundry and a bit of Florence’s fruity bodywash he likes to steal sometimes. It was this mix of scents that was all encompassing of Daniel in himself, easily recognizable by his daughters but unknown to himself really. Penelope’s favourite place to cuddle was right up in his neck, getting that perfect familiar scent of her father that made her feel more than safe. This morning was no different, with her tiny body pressed up close to him enough that her nose was resting against his collarbones.

Like father like daughter with matching heads of chocolate brown hair sticking up in all directions and long lashes resting against soft cheeks, lips pouted as they snoozed, they looked like the definition of copy and paste.

It wasn’t long before they were waking up, maybe thirty minutes of good sleepy cuddle time before Daniel was shifting through a small groan of consciousness and blinking his eyes open. They landed on his youngest daughter first, tucked up against his chest with his arms already wrapped around her small body, and he smiled down at her.

His heavy breath he sighed out when waking had stirred the toddler, her own eyes fluttering open tiredly and she raised a fist to rub them before tucking it around his waist the best her little arms could reach.

Daniel gently pushed her messy hair back from her face with a soft, “Morning, bug.”

Penelope only hummed, nuzzling into his chest some more and he leaned down to press a kiss to her head. He took a second to inhale her own familiar smells; not quite that usual amazing baby smell anymore but she smelt like talcum powder and soft shampoo, flat scents of the small toddler that made him smile with adoration as he pulled her closer. They closed their eyes again for a few more minutes, Daniel not wanting any time to pass at all for as long as they stayed there.

The toddler got a bit restless after a while and she shifted back from him just enough to look at his face. Their matching blue eyes met and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, fingers drawing lazy patterns over her back.

“Dada.” Penelope mumbled sleepily through her pacifier, reaching up to his face, pressing her tiny palm to his jaw.

“Morning, sweet girl.” Daniel repeated with a smile, running the back of his finger over her warm cheek.

She reached for his hand instead and he let her hold his palm, her tiny finger tracing the lines of his hand through sleepy slow blinks of her lashes. He watched her careful analyzing, how her finger dragged down to his wrist and scratched lightly over the small treble clef tattoo that was inked into his skin. His arm that was tucked under her head played with the messy curls of her hair, staring at her with nothing but sleepy adoration himself as she tried to follow the curving shapes of his tattoo. Daniel finally curled his long fingers down around her tiny hand and brought it up to his lips to press a kiss to her palm.

“Where’s Mama, bug?”

Penelope only hummed.

He pulled the pacifier from her mouth, “Where’s Mommy, Penny girl?”

“Out.” she pointed towards the living room.

“I see.” Daniel rolled over to grab his phone from the bedside table behind him and then turned back to the toddler, keeping his arm around her as he checked the time, the pacifier looped on his pinky. “My goodness, it’s nearly 8:00.”

Penelope cuddled into his chest and he kept his arms around her as he scrolled through his phone, rubbing his free hand through her hair and over her back lazily. Daniel looked up at the movement of the door opening and he smiled at the sight of Clementine peeking inside.

“You can come in, Clemmy.” he said.

The three-year-old grinned and rushed over, her socked feet patting over the hardwood and she climbed up onto the bed before crawling over to her father and her sister. He locked his phone and tucked it under his pillow to give his girls his full attention, holding up his arm to let the eldest cuddle up too right against Penelope. Clementine tucked her arm around her little sister and smiled up at her father.

“My girls.” Daniel smiled lovingly, petting his hand over Clementine’s messy dark blonde waves that framed her face.

“My dada.” Penelope mumbled, shuffling closer to him and tightened her hand on his shirt.

Florence soon joined them, bringing in a tray of pancakes to share amongst themselves and a mug of tea for Daniel, “Good morning, sleepyheads.”

Daniel beamed at the sight of his fiancé and Clementine scrambled to sit up at the smell of the incoming pastries.

“Morning, baby.” Daniel smiled, struggling to sit up as Penelope had her hand still clutching his shirt. He pulled her onto his lap and she cuddled into him sleepily as Florence passed over his mug. “Thank you. Why didn’t you wake me up when you got up?” Daniel asked softly.

Florence dipped down for a quick kiss, “You were up late last night so I figured you deserved some time to sleep in. Was she quiet?”

Daniel looked down at Penelope in his arms, the toddler already staring back up at him with wide blue eyes and he smiled adoringly, “She was just perfect.”

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Don’t You Know

Bucky x Reader

Bucky comes to you when he needs to be grounded and be reminded what love is again. 

Warnings: Fluff, language, blood, nudity (not really described), implied smut (no actual smut).

Word count: 2400

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A/N: Hellooo here’s a request from an anon based off the song Don’t You Know by Jaymes Young, hopefully it meets what you hoped for! I tried a few ideas out but this one just kept coming back to me, I hope you like it anon 😘💕

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“Buck, where are you going? Bruce needs to-.” Before Steve could even finish his sentence, Bucky had bolted away from the quinjet and into the building. “What’s up with him?” Sam asked, receiving a shrug from Steve, Nat looking on at the pair of soldiers with a smirk. Bucky didn’t want them to know, but she knew. It was hard for her not to know things about everyone, but Bucky knew that and he knew she’d keep it to herself. “The guy’s got a gash on his side with only tacking stitches in it, he’s gonna rip it open.” Steve groaned, rolling his eyes before he walked off.

 It was three in the morning when you stirred from your sleep. A little whine passing through your lips as you came to. There was a thump and then a hissed “Fuuuck.” From the other room and you were immediately alert, turning on your side to grab the pistol Bucky had given you to protect yourself. You shot up from your bed, cocking the pistol as you approached your bedroom door and took a deep breath before pulling it open.

 “Whoa!” Bucky stumbled back; hands raised in surrender. “M’sorry doll.” Bucky apologised, looking down at you with concern on his features. Part of him was proud that you’d learnt enough from him to handle a gun and another part of him was slightly scared that he’d taught you how to use a gun. “Sorry I scared ya.” Bucky let out a nervous laugh as you lowered the gun, clicking the safety back on and letting out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

 “What are you doing here at,” You paused, turning to pick up your phone and put your gun away. “Ten past three in the morning?” You asked, voice groggy and thick with sleep. You gave him a once over, a little gasp on your lips as you saw the huge blood stain on his side and you dropped your phone on the floor, rushing forwards to him. “Oh my- what happened? Wait, so this is what your tac suit looks like. You’re bleeding oh god, fuck me you’re bleeding.” You let out a run on sentence, blurting out everything coming to mind.

 “Doll.” Bucky tried to pull you away from his side but you were freaking out about the massive blood stain on his tac suit. “Darlin’.” Bucky took you by the shoulders, still you resisted as you fussed over him, trying to inspect the damage, although there wasn’t much to see through his tac suit. “Sweetheart, baby, sugar.” Bucky pushed you back up against the wall, wincing a little in pain as he did.

 “I missed you so goddamn much.” He murmured, pressing his body up against yours. “Need you so bad.” Bucky mumbled as he leaning in closer. “Needed to see you.” He continued, his hot breath fanning against your soft skin. You felt yourself burn up with a blush when his calloused fingers gently grazed your hip, his metal hand breaking your skin out into goose bumps when he touched you, but you welcomed it. You welcomed the contrasting feelings. You’d dreamt about it for weeks, how his hands felt on you, how he felt on you. “I’m yours, Bucky.” You whispered, lips parted as he hovered over your mouth as if he was teasing you, waiting for the right moment to indulge in you.

 His flesh hand came up to cradle your head, thumb pressed up against your cheek, his fingers gently digging in to your hairline. A sharp intake of breath and Bucky pressed his lips against yours. A whimper of surprise escaped you before you relaxed into his touch. You moved against his lips, applying a soft pressure as you pressed into his chest, desperate for more, for him.

 His tongue gently parted your lips and the soft velvet of his against yours was perfect. Bucky’s head went quiet. All of the could haves, should haves and what ifs from the mission died down as he lost himself in you. Your soft skin beneath his touch, the way your hair felt between his fingers, your body heat against his, the soft cotton of your nightshirt, the faint smell of your shampoo contrasting with the metallic tang of blood from his own clothes. He felt like he was home, like he could be okay again.

 Out on the field he was a different person, but as soon as he was back here with you in your little apartment, he was himself, more than he could ever be around anyone else. He was soft but intense, loving but rough but in all the right ways. He wasn’t afraid around you. He didn’t harbour a fear of himself because he knew you saw him as much more than the Winter Soldier or Bucky Barnes 2.0. He was more than that to you. He was home to you as much as you were to him.

 Your hands reached up, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs as you held him in your hands. Tears hit the pads of your thumbs and you felt your heart stutter. Breaking away slowly, you looked up into his glassy eyes, the tears freely falling now as he struggled to keep his composure. It was useless to do that around you; he knew he could be vulnerable with you and you’d take care of him. You’d love him no matter which side of him he showed you and he loved you for that.

 “Let me take care of you.” You spoke just above a whisper as you carefully wiped his tears away with your thumbs. A soft, watery smile made it onto Bucky’s lips and he nodded before he let his composure crumble and he leaned into you. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he sobbed, his arms holding you around the waist, fingers digging in, holding on, wanting you to ground him. You were so willing to look after him, so willing to be there for him and it broke his heart. Not because it hurt or that it was wrong, because you cared so goddamn much about him and he couldn’t remember a time other than Steve that someone had ever cared this much for him.

 “Let me clean you up, Bucky.” You rubbed his back slowly, your lips grazing his ear before you pressed little butterfly kisses to the side of his head. “No.” He shook his head, rubbing his forehead into your shoulder before he stood back up straight. “Doll, I need you so bad.” Bucky whined, almost begging for you, for your touch, for something, anything. “Been without you too long.” He mumbled, gently tugging you in the direction he wanted you to go, pushing you back into your bedroom.

 Bucky pushed you through your bedroom and into the bathroom, letting you take over and turn the shower to let the water heat up while you got him out of his clothes.

You reached down to unfasten his tac suit, making sure to be slow and careful with him in case of any bruises or cracked ribs. By the time morning came, you knew he’d be mostly healed again, but you wanted him to be comfortable, to feel good again.

 You peeled his vest off, revealing the bare skin beneath which was marked with blue and purple bruises, slight yellowing around the outside of each patch. Your breathing hitched when you saw him, tears springing to your eyes as you looked him over. You hated seeing him in such a state, it was always a painful reminder of how brutal his job was, but it was also just as much of a reminder of how happy you were when he came back to you.

 You hadn’t even gotten him out of his vest fully before you started pressing kisses to his skin, the taste of salty sweat clinging to your lips as you pulled back up and looked up at him, a look of sheer adoration in his eyes as he met your gaze. You gently pushed his vest off, pulling the sleeve off his right arm as you went, being careful with him as you went, afraid to hurt him.

 You unbuckled his trousers, Bucky gently nudging you away as he leant down to untie his boots and pull them off his feet, allowing you to continue. You freed him of his clothes, slipping off your soft cotton night shirt and underwear before you gently pushed him into your shower, getting in behind him.

 “I know you hate it.” Bucky broke the silence between you as you wet a sponge and squirted some lavender bodywash onto it, squeezing it under the water a few times to get it sudsy. “Seeing me like this, I mean.” He added, voice gruff and uneven, like he was on the verge of tears again. You ran the sponge over his torso, a sigh passing through your parted lips before you looked up at him. “It’s hard.” You nodded, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Hurts when I see you hurt.” You mumbled, working a blob of dried blood with the sponge for a moment until it soaked off his skin and the stain beneath ran away with the water.

 “M’sorry doll, should’ve waited to see you.” Bucky sounded guilty, even perhaps a little heart broken and you shook your head. “No. No, Bucky. I’m glad you came to see me, even if it hurts, just to know you’re okay.” You held back a sob, but you choked on it, making you let out a pained crying whimper, making Bucky immediately pull you against his chest. “I’m okay darlin’. I’m with you.” He whispered in your ear, stroking down your half damp hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

 “I don’t do it for Steve.” Bucky spoke as you composed yourself running the sponge up his flesh arm and rubbing off the dirt and blood. “Do what for Steve?” You asked quietly, using your wrist to roughly wipe a tear away from your cheek before you nudged at him to turn around. “The work, I don’t do it for him, or anyone else. I fight for you, to keep you safe from it all.” Bucky turned a little to see you, your hand paused in the middle of his back as more tears trickled down your cheeks. “You’re the only thing on my mind out there, knowing you’ll be there when I’m back.” Bucky smiled to himself as he let you wash him. “I’m always here, Buck.” You mumbled against his skin, bringing your arms around his middle and pressing yourself up against his back.

 You moved away a little, just enough to press kisses to his marred skin, where metal met flesh. You ran your fingers over the scars on his back and his arm, tears mixing with the shower water as you took him in, reacquainting yourself with his body. The scars he had were caused by awful things, perhaps to some they were a sore sight, but to you, they were the sign on a warrior. A strong soldier, your Sergeant had served long enough, endured enough and yet he kept fighting. For you.

 “Please don’t go again.” You choked out, not quite meaning to say it out loud. “Please stay.” You followed it up, sniffling as you let another sob wrack your body. Your dropped your sponge, Bucky turning in your embrace to hold you close. “I’ll do anything for you.” Bucky whispered, lips hovering in front of yours as he tilted your chin up. “Anything.”

 In a split second, your lips were captured in a kiss full of love and passion. It was sweet but strong at the same time, his grip on you was firm but filled you with so much security to know that he was there, in your reach, under your touch, beneath your fingertips.

 You’d taught him to love again, at least according to Bucky you had. You’d been the light at the end of the tunnel. You’d helped him love himself again and shown him how to open his heart to you. He’d do anything for you and now that you asked him to stay, he’d ask how long for, even if that meant changing the way he did things so he could give you all the love you needed. All of the closeness you needed to him. He’d move mountains if he had to.

 You lay in your bed, spent and tired, but in a state of pleasant hazy euphoria as you lay beside your soldier. Your head rested on his bare chest, delicate fingers playing with the dog tags he wore as you breathed easily. After all the sleepless nights, the pain of waking up without him for weeks, he was back at your side again.

 And he would stay for a long time this time. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to leave again. Perhaps he never would be, because you provided a comfort and a love so great that it hurt him every time he had to pull himself away from you.

 “I love you, doll.” Bucky whispered into the silence of your bedroom. “I love you too, Bucky.” You mumbled out, a smile on your lips as you closed your eyes, relishing in the comfortable feeling of being so close to him. To your Bucky.

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Poor Planning // N.M. (Part 3; Final Part)

Nervous. That wasn’t the only word you could think of to explain how you felt, but it was definitely the most accurate. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to multiply as the day went on.

Nick was all over you the entire day. His hands found your hips no matter where you were or who was around, pretty much outing your entire thing to everyone, but you couldn’t even be mad about it. You loved having his attention.

Before the show that night the boys’ manager informed you all that you’d be staying in a hotel since it was one of the last shows of the tour. You were booked a separate room from the boys, and thoughts of you and Nick being completely alone swirled around in your head from the moment you heard that.

You, like any girl would, started preparing for the night early. Taking your sweet time in the shower to pamper yourself a bit and make sure everything was on point.

You blow dried your hair and put it in a cute curly half up hairstyle. You put on some light makeup then strolled into the main room of your suite to pick out a perfect outfit for the show.

You decided on a light blue bodycon dress with ultra thin straps, and then picked some nude lace-up platform heels. You looked and felt fabulous.

The boys’ manager came to your room to walk you to the car that was taking you to the show, the boys having gone ahead for sound-check and pre-show prep.

When you got to the venue you were lead to your seat in a reserved section off to the right side. You were almost glad that you weren’t front and center, knowing how crazy it could be up there.

When the lights went down you started getting excited, knowing that there was only a short minute until the boys took the stage.

When they came trotting onto the stage the fans started screaming so loudly that you found yourself cheering along, the adrenaline rushing through your body.

Even though you watched them all you watched Nick the closest, his dancing making you feel some type of way.

After the first song they took a minute while Brandon spoke to the crowd, you watched as Nick’s eyes scanned the faces in the audience and then landed on you. Your heart fluttering as a smile spread across his face. He bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down, his body language changing from care-free to I want you in a matter of seconds. Music began to play and you blushed as he threw you a small wink and bagan to sing along.

The rest of the night was like that, Nick throwing you seductive glances and sneakily making eye contact with you when doing suggestive dance moves.

When the show ended you made your way through the building, flashing your pass to the security team you made your way down the hallway towards the boys dressing room.

The sudden pull on your arm was unexpected, a little squeal leaving your mouth as you were yanked into a small side room. Your back was pushed against the door and finally you were face to face with Nick. His eyes caught yours for a brief second before he leaned in and began kissing your jaw, his hands wrapping around you and resting on your lower back.

“Oh my god you are so pretty.” He whispered softly, a small kiss following his words and landing just below your ear.

You reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently in a soothing manner.

“Thank you, Nicky.” You giggled as he pulled your body against his.

“Nicky? You givin’ me nicknames now, ma?” He chuckled and pinched your side, his big hands holding your hips securely.

“Yeah, I like it.” You spoke softly as he rested his forehead against yours, one of your hands resting against the side of his face.

“I like you.” He smiled big and shook his head as he realized how cheesy he sounded.

Your smile grew impossibly bigger, your thumb caressing his cheekbone as you admired his bashful face. Then, quietly, you whispered: “I like you too.”

———

You sat on the couch in the boys dressing room as you waited for them to change out of their performance clothes and shower. At one point you were by yourself in the room, using your phone to keep you entertained while you waited for them to come back.

After being alone for a little while you heard the door open and you glanced up to see Nick, hair wet, in a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. A nervous feeling bubbled up inside of you and you quickly returned your eyes to you phone.

You resisted the urge to look at him as he walked around the couch and stood behind you. The smell of his bodywash encircling you and taking over your senses, making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes on your phone.

He brushed some of your hair off your neck and let his lips rest against your shoulder, his nose brushing against the side of your neck. You lifted your arm and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Hi.” You whispered against his cheek and placed a soft kiss there.

“Hey ma.” He whispered back and lifted his lips to meet yours, one of his hands holding your chin and turning your face to the side.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds before you heard the other boys making their way down the hallway. Nick pecked your lips one more time before he stood up and walked towards his bag to put on a shirt.

The boys entered the room and immediately made it loud and lively. You stood to hug them all and congratulate them on a great show.

A while later on the drive back to the hotel you sat between Nick and the car door, liking this arrangement because you could sneakily stick your hand under his arm and into his jacket pocket. When he felt you do this he gave you a cute little smile and lightly squeezed your arm with his.

Back at the hotel you all hung out in Brandon’s room for a few hours, watching a few movies and just spending time chilling.

After the end of the second movie it was nearing 1:00am, you weren’t tired yet but you were sick of waiting to be alone with Nick so you excused yourself to ‘go to bed’ and shot a glance at him as you bid the boys goodnight and left the room. You walked down the hall and unlocked your door, your phone going off in your hand as you walked inside.

Gimme 20 minutes.

You smiled at the message from Nick. You hurried into the bathroom to check your makeup and hair, then you refreshed your perfume before going back into the main room and sitting in one of the comfortable chairs there.

After only about 10 minutes you heard a knock on your door, you furrowed your eyebrows as you answered it, checking through the peephole to make sure it was actually Nick before opening the door.

“I thought you said like 20 min—” you were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. He walked you backwards into the room and kicked the door shut behind him.

“Couldn’t wait...” he spoke quickly so he could go back to kissing you, then added after a moment, “want you so bad...” You bit your lip trying to hold in a moan as he kissed down your neck.

“Oh...” the word was low and drawn out, your eyes falling shut at the feeling of his lips against your throat.

You both stumbled towards your room, hands fumbling with each other’s clothes. His shirt and shoes were abandoned on the floor in the foyer, your heels too.

He pulled down the zipper at the back of your dress, the now loose straps beginning to slip off your shoulders.

“Baby, please take this off.” He begged but made no move to try and take it off himself, making sure you were comfortable with everything that was happening.

You scrambled to pull the dress off, your lips catching his as you shimmied the fabric down your legs.

He pulled away and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on the lacy bra you’d picked earlier. You leaned forward and began kissing down his chest, pulling him towards the bed by the waistband of his shorts.

You laid on your back on the bed. He crawled over you and kissed from the elastic band of your underwear up your body to your lips. His hands wrapping around your underwear and slowly pulling it down your legs.

“Lookatchu ma... fuck...” he groaned and slid a hand up the inside of your thigh, getting so close to the place you wanted him.

“Nick please...” you pleaded, one of your hands holding tightly onto his bicep.

His lips pulled up into a smirk as he slowly slid his hand closer to your center, teasing you by leaving wet kisses on the top of your thigh.

“What do you want me to do? C’mon baby, tell me what you want...” he kept kissing farther down your leg.

“Please touch me, please...” you moaned out, your breathing heavy and ragged.

He smirked again and finally finally touched your center, groaning at how wet you were. His fingers circled your clit slowly and your back arched against the mattress at the feeling, a whine pulling itself from your throat.

“Oh fuck, baby faster...” you clutched the sheets below you as his fingers sped up.

His fingers moved from your clit and ran them over your slit before sliding two inside you, his mouth then kissing down your stomach before meeting the throbbing bud. You moaned loudly at this, your body shaking as he carried on at a quick pace.

You came for the first time very quickly, barely able to keep your eyes open as you watched him slip his shorts and boxers off. He reached up and slid a hand under you, unhooking your bra and sliding the thin garment off of you.

He kissed your chest and pulled one of your hardening nipples between his teeth, swirling his tongue around it. You hummed as he let go and moved to the other one, his hand still rubbing between your legs slowly as he left hickeys on your breasts.

“Fuck me... fuck me so rough Nick.” You begged him, the needy feeling in your stomach was almost unbearable. You needed him inside of you.

He landed a firm smack on your backside, the sting making you moan out in pleasure. He began to circle his tip slowly around your opening, your muscles clenching in anticipation.

“Say please.” He said sternly, his eyes watching your face closely.

“Please Nick! Fuck, please I need you to fuck me so hard...” you pulled at his hair with one of your hands, the desperation in your voice making him even harder.

He gave your ass another solid slap as he thrust into you, his hips slamming into yours and causing you to practically scream in pleasure.

He pounded into you hard and fast, his strong movements making your head continuously bump into the headboard, but he felt so good that you didn’t care.

“Fuck! Don’t stop!” You yelled loudly, your nails scratching his back mercilessly, leaving long red lines behind, “I’m so close again!”

“Cum baby.” He ordered, those words alone being enough to push you over the edge.

You came first and moaned uncontrollably as he kept thrusting in you, his own high approaching quickly.

When he came he fell against your chest, panting for breath as you played with his hair gently.

You both cleaned up a bit before falling asleep for the night, your activities wearing you both out more than you expected.

———

Nick had been home for two weeks, spending an equal if not greater amount of time at your apartment than at his own. Your undefined ‘thing’ had progressed into a full blown relationship, you two spending every second possible with each other.

You woke up to him almost every morning, your body wrapped up in his arms and his lips peppering kisses all over your face. The rare times he wasn’t at your place you could call him and he’d drop everything to come see you.

You found happiness in each other’s company, the kind of happiness that is so surreal that you can’t believe it’s possible and you know you’ll never let it go.

You couldn’t believe that you’d disliked him so much for so long. Sometimes you felt angry at yourself that you didn’t get to know him sooner, feeling like you wasted valuable time... but then you’d realize if it had happened any other way that it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be as strong.

Everything started with a poorly planned trip to see your friend Brandon. And you thank god every day that things didn’t work out how they were supposed to.

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Hi! It’s here! I didn’t want to disappoint with the ending, so I hope that this is a good enough conclusion to this story! Thank you guys so much for reading!!!!