#DO YOU SEE THOSE FUCKING CHICKEN THIGHS AHH

[grubloved]

inaugural cookbook club massive success and so fucking tasty as hell. we did a menu from Company by Amy Thielen to kick things off with some freestyled additions and edits.

i made infused olive oil sourdough focaccia; lavender made crispy smashed chicken thighs w/ gin and sage jus. our friends made and brought a cabbage and potato matafans; bacon-fat roasted herb salad cauliflower; a cheese spread w/ whipped hot honey roast walnut goat cheese, manchego, another goat cheese i dont remember, and white aged cheddar; a grapefruit, pear, and thyme fizz and a lemoncello thyme spritz i didn't get pictures of; a fucking gorgeous patis du quercy; and honey pistachio brown butter custard ice cream.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 17 - Drama in the air ✈️

Winter wonderland #1

Summary: The gang makes their way to the Winter Cabins. Somehow, everyone is grumpy today. Also, why does Rody and Katsuki hate each other?!

Warnings: Swear words, a tiny bit suggestive, a lot of tension for some weird reason.

Second warning: the “Winter Wonderland” storyline will contain other background relationships (Kirishima x Bakugou, Tamaki x Mirio, Kaminari x Shinsou, Todoroki x Yaomomo) and NSFW stuff (NOT with them. Khm), but I’ll leave a warning before it happens! This chapter is safe!)

First Chapter Master List

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“Welcome aboard, my friends!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers. “I’ll do my best to not drop you all into the ocean!”

“I want to go home.” Tamaki whimpers with his face hidden in his best friend’s neck, who’s wearing a plain T-shirt with “emotional support animal” written on the front. You can’t help but giggle. That guy looks like he knows how to have fun.

“Are you getting off on being an asshole?” Katsuki yells towards the front, annoyed. Izuku sighs next to you.

“Guys, can you just get along? I still don’t understand why are you so mean to him, Kacchan. You frowned at him back then, too.”

“Hey, the guy literally just made the octopus-chicken EMO guy cry and I’m the asshole?” Katsuki retorts. “Look at him! He’s about to hyperventilate!”

“… and calling him an octopus-chicken is better? “ Shouto adds.

“That’s a fair point, Blasty.” Kaminari chimes in, too.

“What a loud bunch! I like that! And to answer your question, I do not get off on being an asshole. I leave that little kink to you, brother.”

“Oh you are so fucking dead.” Katsuki stands up, palm making tiny explosions. Eijirou tries his best to sit him back down and you swear Tamaki’s soul just left his body for a second.

“I miss home. Can we go back? I can float us.” Izuku whispers into your ear.

“I don’t think we can open the door without crushing everyone thanks to the pressure up here.” You whisper back.

“Bummer.” He sighs again, clearly overwhelmed by all the loudness after being home for so long.

“Think about the cabin, though. We will have a fireplace, a nice cozy bed… we can keep each other warm during the night…” your palm on Izuku’s thigh slowly creeps further, caressing his inner thigh and Izuku almost chokes on his saliva, his face as red as a lobster’s.

“Oh my god, respectfully, can you not eye-fuck each other while I’m risking my life to keep this plane afloat?!” Kirishima moans with a blush on his face.

“Bro, they’ve been together in the same house for weeks yet they still can’t keep their hands off each other. I want that.” Kaminari adds longingly.

“Find yourself a horny little girlfriend then.” Shinsou pouts, staring out of the window. For everyone’s surprise, Kaminari doesn’t say anything back just sighs with a lovelorn expression.

“Okay, let’s leave all the baggage in the baggage compartment, this is a fun trip!” Rody’s head pops our from the front and everyone screams in unison.

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”

“There is no road. Just clouds… ahh, nevermind. “

~•🥦•~

“Time to change into something warm, guys! We are approaching our main destination!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers once again.

You look out of the window right away and you can’t believe what you are seeing; there is a small island right under the plane, covered in white and there is fresh snow falling from the sky, but only around the island, which makes it look like it’s a giant snow globe. It’s absolutely magical.

“Wow.” Katsuki stares out of the window with childish glee. Izuku looks at him with nothing but fondness, probably remembering their childhood when Katsuki’s gaze was constantly this pure. “Look at those mountains, Ei.” Katsuki mutters dreamily, completely fascinated as the island comes closer and closer, revealing more and more about itself as the plane approaches the land.

“You wanna climb that massive one, don’t you?” Eijirou snickers with his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder. They are so fucking adorable, goddamit!

“Duh.” Katsuki snickers back proudly.

“Fuck, I forgot that it’s gonna be winter!” Kaminari freaks out. The guy is wearing a single leather jacket. You can’t help but sigh.

“Well, luckily for you, your boring ass roommate didn’t.” Shinsou murmurs under his nose, rummaging in his massive backpack as he speaks. After a few seconds, he takes out a winter coat and drops it on Kaminari’s head.

“Oh my god, I love you.” Kaminari goes for a hug with the coat still on his head. Tamaki giggles.

“Oh my god, Katsuki, he laughed! He’s not terrified of us!” Eijirou mutters, swiping a stray tear off his face.

“I mean, Denki is so dumb it’s literally impossible to be scared of him. I mean look at his face. Oh wait, you can’t see it. But you know what I mean.”

You really feel like you shouldn’t be listening in right now. Katsuki is so serene it feels like this version of him is reserved for Eijirou and Eijirou only.

“Sweets, look! You can see the cabins from here. On the top of that mountain!” Izuku steals your attention away by nuzzling into your neck, his finger pointing at the window. “Look, they have an onsen as well! By the look of it, every cabin comes with one…” He smiles knowingly. You can’t help but blush.

“Izu, behave yourself.”

“Hey, I’m on a holiday! I’m happy. Let me have this.” His sad smile shots an arrow through your heart. Fuck, you are such an idiot.

“Sorry. It’s just… I’m more excited about the massive fireplace. I hope there is fluffy rug in front of it. Like in the movies, you know.” Your blush can not be more obvious at this point, but you don’t care; by the look of it, everyone is too busy staring out the window to listen to your conversation anyway.

“If not, we can put some blankets down. Or I can just bring the mattress out. With black whip, of course.”

You can’t get over Izuku’s lovesick face and you never will. You still can’t believe you are the one who makes him look like that. He’s so handsome, but also so adorable, so sexy but so sweet, just the perfect combination of them all.

“I love you so much.” You mumble out loudly and Izuku shines brighter than thousand suns.

“I love you more.”

“Don’t start!” You giggle as the plane starts its landing.

“We are about to land! Buckle up, buddies! Don’t forget to clap later on!” Rody announces excitedly.

“What kind of idiot asks for people to clap? Now you ruined it!” Katsuki yells back and the bickering starts again.

“It was so peaceful…” Eijirou sighs, clearly given up.

“Well, if everything would be perfect it wouldn’t really feel real. But this does.” You smile at Eijirou who smiles back knowingly.

“I weirdly know what you mean.”

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“Wow.” Tamaki is the first one to make a comment about the mesmerizing sight in front of you; you landed on a big chunk of concrete in the middle of a small hill; yes, you heard it right, that’s what these people call an airport apparently; and you can see most of the island from this point. There are cute shopping streets and pretty, modern buildings on your right side then you see some residential houses on the left side, quite far away from the main area of the city (the island is one city, or at least that’s what you’ve been told) then you have a bunch of mountains with small cabins scattered around one of them, then there is a massive mountain, so high you beg whoever is up there that the boys won’t want to climb to the top of it, because you definitely fucking can’t. By the look of it, there is heavy snow in the mountain area and a light one around the city center. Needless to say it’s really cold but the view warms your heart enough to not feel the chill that much.

“Welcome!” Rody climbs out of the plane, cracking his bones dramatically, his actions followed by an even more dramatic sigh. “The owners of the Island are waiting for us in that park there, so I’ll leave the explanations to them. It’s a good starting point as you have the shopping center and the massive grocery store close by, so we’ll be able to get some grub before making our way to the cabins.” And indeed, there is a cute park right between the shopping and the residential area. It’s quite far away but you knew what you are getting into when you said yes to another “camping trip”, so you just take a deep breath and pray to be strong enough to be able to get down there then up the MOUNTAIN (!), because by the look of it, there are no cabins anywhere else so that means you’ll need to do another hike to be able to get to your accommodation.

“Why do I feel like there is no bus to the cabins?” Kaminari mutters tiredly.

“Your lazy ass should’ve said yes to this trip if you can handle it, Pikachu.” Katsuki rolls his eyes annoyedly. “Bus? To the mountains? I would ruin the fun part.”

“Sorry, someone actually wanted to rest on their holiday.”

“When was the last time you got laid, Kaminari?” Katsuki retorts, clearly trying his best to shut his trap but this is Bakugou Katsuki. He just… can’t.

“When was the last time you got laid, Bakugou? You seem quite grumpy as well.” Rody tries to “help”, but needless to say that comment angers Katsuki to no end.

“You really don’t want an answer for that, Rody.” Eijirou laughs, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.

“This morning, fucker.” Katsuki answers anyway and everyone who doesn’t know about Katsuki’s fiancé gawks in the background.

“Wow.” Rody is clearly rendered speechless. To be fair, you are not surprised.

“Fuckface.” Katsuki mutters under his nose and makes his way down the hill, taking Eijirou with him.

“Sorry man, I was just joking! I’ll be nice! Please tell me more about this girl…” Rody tries to get out of the awkward conversation, but he only makes it more awkward.

“Girl? Huh. That’s the kind of guy you are? What will your next comment be? “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?””

“Okay, guys, there is no need for this! I’m quite sure he didn’t mean any harm.” Mirio tries to butt in. “Love is love, it doesn’t matter what shape it comes in. Thank you for telling us about your boyfriend, Katsuki, I’m really proud of you!”

“Fiancé.” Katsuki mutters under his nose, with a slight blush on his face.

“Okay, I feel like my friendly teasing is not really working with you, Bakugou. I am not homophobic. I’m sorry for assuming your sexuality. You just don’t look gay to me.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll take my rainbow colored feather scarf out of my bag quickly, what the fuck?!”

“Kats, he has a point. We look extremely… heterosexual.” Eijirou adds.

“Second that.” Kaminari butts in.

“Sexuality has nothing to do with looks or behavior, but I feel like conversation is getting out of hand so please, let’s just… let this one go, Bakugou, my friend. I repeat, he meant no harm.” Mirio decides to end the drama; Tamaki is not having a great time, clearly shaking from the stress.

“You two are my best friends, can you please get along?” Izuku sighs, exasperated.

“I’ll behave.” Rody sighs as well. Katsuki doesn’t say anything just makes his way down once again.

“I wanna go home.” Tamaki mutters into Mirio’s ear who only taps the guy’s shoulder a few times to calm him down.

“Trust me, by the end of this trip they will be best buddies.”

Hm. You certainly doubt that.

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“Welcome to my Island, young folks!” An old man and an old woman comes up to you guys once you reach the park Rody was talking about.

“Always so modest.” The old woman rolls her eyes at the man next to her, trying her best to keep her smile in place. “Welcome, young heroes! We are absolutely thrilled to have you here. We might not live in Japan, but we know all about your work! Your friend here is more than keen on boasting about his bestie, Deku! The whole village is a fan of you guys, so please be nice if they want a picture! We don’t really have heroes here so… you know. We see a lot of stupid celebrities here but not ones we actually respect, so…”

“I like this hag.” Katsuki adds. The death stare he gets from the woman is worth every penny.

“Hag is a good thing in Katsuki-language. He calls his mother a hag too and trust me, he loves her so much. Absolute mama’s boy he is.” Eijirou tries to save the day.

“I ain’t a mama’s boy, what the fuck?!”

The old man cleans his throat.

“I guess you have a lot of questions about this island, but before you fire away, please let me give you a brief introduction.” The old man says proudly. “This Island is the most expensive tourist destination in the area, mostly, because you can only come here by a private jet. I’ve been trying to get an actual airport here, but the island is so small they don’t want to spend the money on it, so yeah. Most of our customers are celebrities, millionaires, musicians who are supposed to be dead but actually, they are not… uhm… Nevermind. There are only a few hundred people living here, mostly the owners of the restaurants, stores and other staff members. This island has three parts; you have the residential area, the tourist area and “winter wonderland”, up in the mountains. That’s where you guys will be staying.” The man grins. “The tourist area is for the people who come here to rest while “winter wonderland” is for the adventurous folk. This bit around us is for the people who enjoy window shopping and walking around the city, it has several shops, live entertainment, amazing restaurants, several 5 star hotels with saunas, onsens, indoor pools and a lot of cute stuff. The “winter wonderland” area on the other hand is… well…” the man laughs. “First of all, you’ll need to climb up that hill to access your lodge. There are no roads to go up by a car, but trust me, the view will worth all that sweat. It’s also a good starting point if you want to climb the big mountain! If you like hiking, you’ll love this place. You can also order food and goodies from the iPad inside your lodge! We have a few guys with flying quirks who can easily deliver to the area! I must warn you, there is quite a lot of wildlife up there so don’t freak out if you hear noises coming from the forest. We try to feed them as much as we can so they don’t eat our customers, but…”

“Robert, what the fuck.” The old woman sighs, but then she looks at Katsuki’s sparkling eyes and starts laughing. “Looks like that youngster likes dangerous things.”

“I mean, we are heroes. We life for the thrill.” Eijirou grins. On the other hand, Izuku looks like he’s about to throw up.

“Can I stay down here with Sweet Pea, then? I don’t want her to get eaten by wolves.”

The old woman laughs.

“Oh, honey, my husband is just being silly, those animals are lovely. Even the wolves. I stayed up there myself when I was younger and I’m quirkless.”

“Ahh, the good old days! Do you remember when Lady Arianne ate from your hands? Such a huge beast she was, yet she never even barked at you.” Robert looks at his wife with a fond look on his face.

“I miss her.” The woman sighs.

“So why is it winter up here?” Kaminari asks the million dollar question, clearly too impatient to wait.

“That’s my quirk!” The old man grins. “I can change the weather. Permanently. It took me several years to get a yes from the government and I had to buy a whole island to be able to do so but I made it!”

“I thought he’s joking when he said he’ll buy an island one day.” Robert’s wife giggles. “He’s a madman.”

“How do you know Rody?” Izuku barges in, finally looking less constipated.

“Oh! This is my father and mother in law!” Rody grins giddily while the two sigh exasperatedly.

“No, we are not. You are not married to our daughter. I told you to stop spewing bullshit, son.”

“You just called me your son!”

“Fuck.”

“Like mother like daughter, of course she also had to find a madman.” The old woman sighs again with a fond smile on her face.

“You see? I’m a perfect addition to this family. Plus, I’m helping you with customers. I’m super useful! And I bring her over all the time, so really, you should thank me for being able to see her so much!”

“Okay, Rody, now shut the fuck up and lead the way before it gets dark.” Robert taps Rody’s back a few times and makes his way towards the nearest pub that has his face on the logo. “If you have any questions, ask Rody or call us. My throat got dry from all the talking.” He dismisses everyone and for a few seconds there’s only an awkward silence as everyone tries to comprehend all the information they’ve got.

“Okay friends, let’s do some grocery shopping before we go up, okay?” Mirio jumps into the air excitedly, pulling Tamaki with him towards the nearest supermarket.

“Yup! Let’s go!” Eijirou follows like a good puppy and everyone makes their way after them except…

“Izuku?”

“Just go with the others, I just. Want to… look around alone a bit.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is he… not happy? Did you do something wrong? Was that little mess up in the plane enough for him to loose himself in his negative thoughts? Fuck. Fuck.

You can’t help but spiral. You really want him to have fun. You really want to see him smile. You just want him to be the happiest nerd in the whole wide world but somehow, you feel like you are the reason he can’t chill right now. Is it because you are weak? Is he still worried about the beasts?

“Stop overthinking. That’s my job.” Izuku giggles and leaves tiny kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll be fine. Now go. Enjoy their company because I will steal you as soon as we get our cabin key.”

You try to believe him. You must. He’s smiling and he looks happy and it doesn’t look forced.

“Are you sure? You really freaked out when Robert said…”

“Sweet Pea…” Izuku jumps into your words, pulling you closer as he speaks. “Yes, I freaked out but then I remembered who are you with. These guys are the top heroes of our country. I might be injured, but I can take care of any danger with black whip if I need to. I just had a moment, that’s all. Go.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your mouth and makes his way towards the small, cute shopping street on the other side.

“See you here in an hour?” You yell after him, and Izuku smiles.

“Yes. Pinky promise.”

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry if the chapter feels dry, but I had to give you a lot of information about the island otherwise you would have been like “okay what the fuck how.” 😂

- So what can be Deku’s problem? Tell me your opinions!

- Also, feel free to ask questions, but before you do:

Katsuki and Rody’s hate for each other will be explained in the next chapter

The reason why Rody’s girlfriend works so hard while her parents are millionaires will also be explained eventually!

- oh, and this is for those who doesn’t like all the other ships in the story: well, I’m sorry, but this is my story and I wanted to do more than just write a character x reader story so uhm… deal with it? Ignore it? Be nice? I would also like to add that I’m an absolute multi shipper so even though I usually write with KiriBaku, I’m an absolute Bakudeku lover as well, so… yeah. All your ships are welcome here. Like, I totally ship Kaminari and Jirou and I’ll be so mad if they won’t be canon. 😂

- On a more personal note: I’ve been feeling like shit mentally for the last few days so if I’m ever late with some chapters, I’m sorry. I’m trying to write every time I feel relatively okay, I still can’t believe I managed to finish this as I was about to make a post about this being delayed so yeah, be patient with me. It’s hard to write about fluff and happiness when you feel anything but that. 😂 but oh well, real life sucks am I right?

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[bangtansbun]

Peaches || Jeongguk

pairing: Jeongguk x f.reader

genre: fluff, smut

summary: you’re in your third year of college, a criminology major and music minor, and you’re still harboring (maybe even nurturing) a crush that you’ve had on a classmate since your first year. You’d seen him around campus, even had gen. eds. with him, but this semester he’s in your chorus class. He’s sat next to you in the tenor section and he just won’t stop calling you “peaches”

word count: 5,239

warnings: slow burn, massive pining crush, perverse thoughts, thigh riding, slight mentions of marking, dirty talk, praise, nipple stimulation, fingering, protected sex, cursing, vague description of squirting, details of JK’s pretty cock, this is kinda soft because he’s a sweet boy

a/n: kadjlaksdjlkj parts of this are literally based off of my high school crush

You’ve finished your first class of the day, Criminal Psychology, and you’re headed to your chorus class now. It’s across campus so you’re moving fast, but also trying to enjoy the walk since it’s flurrying outside and you’re excited for the snowy weather.

You’re hoping you have some good classmates this year, the boys in your Chorus 1 class last year were a nightmare and always pissed off your instructor. You’re okay with a little bit of fun in the class, but not to the point where you’re whipping around in your chair to tell the ignorant boy to “shut the hell up” in front of everyone.

You walk into the room and find your usual seat in the soprano 2 section (even though you knew you many not have that exact seat once your instructor decides where you would blend best). A few of your chorus friends from last year make their way into class too, and you make sure to say hi to all of them. 

Then, he walks in.

You’d seen this cutie around campus since last year and had one- no, maybe two gen. ed. classes with him. He had down the goofy, boy-ish charm that had you absolutely swooning and now your heart is starting to thrum in your chest.

He moves to sit in the tenor section which is conveniently placed next to yours. You’re hoping to GOD that you don’t end up sitting directly next to him because there’s no way he won’t notice that your body is already vibrating at a high frequency.

After everyone is accounted for in the class, your instructor begins to ask everyone to go around and introduce them self – your name, major, and preferred section. It moves through the circle and you learn that the cute boy’s name is Jeongguk and he has a smile that’s both sexy and adorable. How does that even work?

It comes around to you and you dutifully answer: y/n, criminology major, and soprano 2. Before the next person can go, Jeongguk looks right at you and says “hey, peaches” with a smirk. His eyes crinkling at the corners, and you realize he’s referring to the peach colored Northface jacket you’re wearing.

Unfortunately, this causes a blush to cover your cheeks, about the same color as your jacket. All eyes on you. You duck your head and give a curt smile, signaling for the next person to go.

Everything else goes smoothly from that point on, that is, until seat placements are made. Of course, as fate would have it, your instructor places you on the edge of your section, right next to Jeongguk. Your voice apparently blends well with his.

You all take your seats and you make sure to hold your breath when he takes his next to you. Immediately, you notice his cologne. Probably Axe Body Spray, but he still smells good nonetheless, and you’re forcefully having to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head. WHAT is wrong with me?? 

He flashes his charming grin at you as he places his hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down.

Oh god those thighs-

Stop, stop being such a perv

“’Sup peaches?” You want to be annoyed that he already has a nickname for you, but you can’t help but feel tingly all over when the word graces across his lips. You shake your head slightly, realizing your staring a bit. “Hi, Jeongguk,” you say while avoiding eye-contact now because you don’t know if you’ll be able to break your eyes away from him again. “Ahh, just call me Gguk,” he says this as he ruffles your hair a bit.

Your eyes go wide at the touch, “Oh- I- okay,” is all you can muster, and he chuckles at you. Running his hand through his dark brown hair, “this is gonna  be a fun semester, y/n.”

That’s it. You’re dead meat. You won’t make it the whole semester.

Your thoughts the entire rest of the day were filled with his melodic laugh, his enticing voice, his muscular thighs, and the cute dimples that occasionally made an appearance when he blessed you with his bunny-like smile.

You felt like you were back in high school. Who has a crush this intense anymore? It had your hormones racing, images of his large hands on your hips and his pink lips on your neck as you ride his thig- JESUS CHRIST, I think I need church.

You roll over in your twin bed, groaning, and bring your covers up over your head in an attempt to snuff out the fire that was trying to burn its way through you. You needed to go to sleep and focus on the important major classes you would have for the rest of the week (and certainly not about the one other chorus class you would have with a certain flirtatious boy).

The week flew by without a hitch, but then again, it was only syllabus week so you couldn’t really expect it to be too bad anyway. Except, you had one more class with the boy who had you flustered and fumbling over your words after one conversation.

This time you would have a plan. You’d busy yourself by talking to your friends from last semester, some other soprano 2′s that sat in your section, until it comes time to pull out your sheet music. That should work, right?

Well, that’s what you thought anyway. And it had been going to plan, until he tapped you on your shoulder to get your attention. I mean you couldn’t outright  ignore him, could you? So, to your dismay, you turn around to take in his light wash jeans and blue turtleneck sweater.

He looked so boyfriend it physically hurt.

He was sitting down in his chair and pointing with his thumb to the big windows behind you, where you could see the snow covered ground and more flakes falling. “Wanna go play with me in the snow?” He had to be kidding right? You couldn’t skip class, but also, why would he want you to go play with him? Out in the snow, that is.

His question had you blinking and stuttering, all while he had a cheeky smile on his face, like he knew what he was doing to you. He just chuckled to himself and turned back in his seat, grabbing his sheet music, and clearly not expecting an answer. What were you supposed to say to that anyway? Holy fuck this boy was wild. 

“Gguk is so flirting with you,” you heard from your right side. “Wh-what?” your eyes looking back at your friend. “Oh come on, y/n, you aren’t that dense, are you? Why else would a boy give you a nickname and purposely make you turn  into an idiot in his presence?” Oh my god. “Is it that obvious?” You smacked your palm into your forehead. She simply nodded at you, patted your shoulder and wished you luck. 

You tried your best to focus on your setlist for the remainder of class, but it was so hard to ignore the handsome boy next to you. His voice was better than anyone else’s you had ever heard before, and he kept running his fingers through his hair. You wanted so badly to be able to run your own hands through his soft brown hair.

Despite his distracting charm, you were able to keep your eyes to yourself (or in the direction of your friends, at least) until class was over. It wasn’t until you were slinging your backpack over your shoulder and making your way toward the hall that he grabbed your elbow. “Peaches, wait,” he sounded out of breath for some reason. You turn around with bambi eyes, not sure what he could possibly want from you.

“Where are you going?” he asks as he falls into an easy stride next to you. “Uh, I have a short break for lunch before my next class.” He nods and continues to walk next to you. “What’re you doing?” you ask him pointedly. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m walking you to lunch.” You blinked at him, confusion painting your face. “Wh- why?” you’ve stopped walking now. “You’re cute,” he chuckles, putting his hands into his pockets and starting to walk in the direction of the dining hall. 

You start to walk with him again, “we’re friends, aren’t we? I didn’t think it’d be a problem for me to walk you to the dining hall on my way to class.” Your cheeks start to burn, you feel bad that that you had given him that impression. You were just so confused as to why he was taking such an interest in you. “N-no it’s okay,” but by the time you give this answer, you’re already there and he’s turning slightly to head toward his class. “I’ll see you next week, peaches,” he  shouts to you, giving you a wink, and his milliwatt smile. 

The first half of your semester went by faster than you thought it would, and you had actually managed to stop feeling like a moron around Gguk (most of the time). You and him had gotten into a rhythm, you guys talked to each other in class - sometimes he’d flirt and make you laugh, he’d walk you to the dining hall, and occasionally you would meet up to hang out with him outside of class.

However, that didn’t mean you didn’t still have a raging crush on him that made your mind feel hazy and send heat through your whole body. This much was evident when he decided to skip his class one day and join your for lunch.

You both had opted for grilled chicken and french fries because your dining hall sucks and that was the safest option. The two of you fell into easy conversation with the occasional comfortable silence. He talked about his classes and how in his free time he’s been working on a mixtape. “I mean I figured you liked music considering you’re in chorus with me, but I didn’t know you were that into it!” He gives you a dimpled bunny smile and nods his head a bit, “yeah, maybe you could come over and listen to my stuff sometime.”

There’s a slight blush to his cheeks that you’ve not seen before. If you had to guess, you’re probably the first girl he’s ever offered to share his own music with. So, you take the opportunity to be bold while his coquettish demeanor is wavering.

“Oh, so would that be, like, our second date then?” You take a sip of your water, sneaking a glance over the cup to see the doe-eyed expression he’s giving you now. His mouth bobbed a bit like a fish’s before he managed to get words out, “did I miss our first date?” You giggle at how taken aback he seems to be. “Well, you went through all this effort to skip class and eat lunch with me,” you say with a lilt in your voice. “Oh please, peaches. You call this effort? I’d do way more than just this.”

Now it’s your turn to blush. Your boldness gone the second he calls you by the affectionate name. “Is this your way of trying to get me to take you out?” He asks this question with his tongue poking into his cheek, eyebrows cocked. “N-no!! I was just messing with you!” He grabs your plate, along with his, as you both get up to exit the dining hall. “To late now, I’ll text you when I’ve got it all planned out.” He winks at you as he puts the dishes on the conveyor belt and exits the building with a wave. Fuck.

New Message From Gguk:

[3:04pm] be ready tonight around 7:30

To Gguk:

[3:07pm] tonight?? where are you taking me?

From Gguk:

[3:09pm] don’t worry about it. just wear something casual

To Gguk:

[3:10pm] ugh you’re infuriating, but okay.

[3:12pm] you’re not gonna murder me in some back alley are you?

[3:13pm] omg you are aren’t you??

From Gguk:

[3:14pm] y/n.. our campus is huge with many secluded areas. if I wanted to murder you I would have done it by now 

To Gguk:

[3:15pm] and yet somehow that answer isn’t reassuring at all. I’ll be ready by 7:30

Okay, so this was a bit short notice considering he only told you roughly 4 hours ahead of time, but he said to wear something casual so that should be plenty of time, right?

You decide to focus back onto your homework for the next hour or so. You’re able to do that for about 30 minutes but then you start thinking. I haven’t shaved my legs in over a week. He said casual but I should still look casually cute. What am I supposed to do with my hair now that the humidity is back?? Panic. Panic is setting in.

You slam shut your textbook and notes, and start to make your way to your dorm room. Once you’re there you begin to rummage through your closet and dresser drawers. The flinging of clothes and 45 minutes later, you finally settle on a pair of black ripped jeans, a flowy, strappy white top, and some white converse.

2 hours and 30 minutes left.

You didn’t think it would, but it did in fact take you that entire two and a half hours to finish getting ready, but you were pleased with the way you looked. This was more effort than you usually put in considering no one ever looks nice  when they have 8:00am classes.

You also didn’t think you’d be phased by seeing Jeongguk dressed ready for a date because he always looked good, but the second you laid eyes on him, in his light wash ripped denim, black tee, leather jacket, and matching bucket hat, you knew you were a goner. 

“You know it’s not polite to stare with a gaping mouth right?” he asks as he uses his index finger to gently push your chin up, closing your mouth for you. “I- I’m sorry. You look great, Gguk,” you say as you look down at your feet. You’re avoiding eye contact now since he caught you ogling him. “You look  great too, y/n. I like your converse, a nice touch!” he says in that smooth and charming way he has about him. With that, he grabs your hand and leads you to his car to drive you off to god-knows-where.

Much to your surprise, he takes you to the local town fair. You’d never really participated in these types of things before because you had this ideal (probably from watching The Notebook one too many times) that fairs were romantic and meant for couples only.

However, you both had an incredible night, despite your reservations. He bought you cotton candy to share, you rode the ferris wheel together (sans hanging off the edge of it), scared each other in the fun house, and he even won you a stuffed teddy. It occurred to you that you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, and certainly not with a boy since you started college. He made you laugh, held your hand, and paid attention to you. It all felt a bit like a dream, what with all the pretty colors and twinkling lights around you.

You felt kind of sad that the date was ending as he drove you both back to campus. This date had allowed your crush to bloom into actual feelings and you were starting to worry about the days following. Would everything just go back to the way it was? Would he pretend like the date hadn’t happened? Did he even like you like that?

Luckily for you, you weren’t able to ruminate for too long on those negative thoughts because the car had come to a halt and you were suddenly back on campus. “You’ve been kind of quiet since we left the fair. What’re you thinking in there?” he pokes at your head for emphasis. “Oh, nothing! I had a really great time tonight,” you’re hoping you sound convincing enough so he doesn’t pry his way into your private thoughts. “Well, the night doesn’t have to end yet. We can hang out in my room for a bit if you want? My roommate is never here on the weekends, so the awkwardness of him being there is eliminated.”

Stunned. Yup, that would be an accurate word for what you felt in that moment.

“You’re gaping again, peaches. Am I going to have to be the one to teach you some manners?” He tsks at you and shakes his head, but there’s a smirk on his face. There’s also a darkness to his eyes. One that sends heat right to your core, and has you nodding your head to him in an instant. Your head feels cloudy as you walk to his dorm room, hand-in-hand, as if you’re caught under his spell again.

Once you’re there, the spell seems to drop and your nervousness is back. The room is dark, except for the soft glow of a lamp on his desk that he’s turned on. “I know you said we’d do this on our second date, but I figured we could merge the two,” he says handing you a set of headphones. Broken from your worried state, you realize he’s about to show you his music. The folder is labeled “JJK1″ and his angelic voice starts to flow into your ears, overwhelming your senses. 

He’s singing in a lower register, the words feel emotional and meaningful. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. You look up at him and he’s not making eye contact with you, “this is amazing, Gguk.” You both listen for another minute or two before he hits pause and finally looks back at you. “Seriously, your music is so good.” You set the headphones back on their display and he does the same. “You really think so?” You nod, and there’s a shift in the air. 

You’re both staring into each other’s eyes, then his own flicker down to your lips briefly. You’re starting to feel squirmy under his gaze, and you move to look away. To say something dumb about how his room is tidier than you thought it would be, but he’s quicker than you, grabbing your jaw to turn your head back and plant his soft, pink lips onto yours.

There’s tingles all over your body the second his lips are moving with yours. He’s careful with you as he brings a hand up to cup your neck. It feels like he’s scared to break you, but at the same time you can feel a sense of urgency lingering behind his tongue. You suppose this whole semester has built up the anticipation of this very moment. You don’t want him to be careful though, you’ve been waiting for this moment the second he walked into your chorus class.

Lips never leaving yours, he slowly walks you over to his bed. He sits on the edge of it and pulls you into his lap. With the tilt of his head he’s deepening the kiss. His tongue skating across your lips, asking for entrance, to which you gladly give him. His expert tongue maps the inside of your mouth as you’re moaning into his own. 

Taking that as a good sign, he runs his large hands over your hips, landing with a firm grip on your ass. He squeezes your flesh, effectively causing some friction between you and his thighs. That has you moaning again. You couldn’t even count the amount of times you’d thought of being in this position. The chance to ride his thick, muscular thighs to heaven and back. You were growing wet just at the thought of it.

“Is this okay?” he asks even though he can probably tell that what he’s doing is very okay. You nod eagerly and make a sound close to mhm to indicate that you don’t want this to stop. The second you give him the okay to continue, his lips are back on yours and he uses his hands to rock you back and forth on his thigh. Even through your jeans, the friction feels electrifying. It appears he feels the same way considering his growing length in his own jeans, creating an obvious tent. 

You break from kissing to let out a series of whimpers and groans from the heat that is building up inside of you. You head lolling back to allow Gguk the opportunity to lick a stripe up your neck to your jaw. Nipping and sucking at you every now and then. Everything feels too good. It’s all so surreal considering you’ve been pining for him for so long. 

“You look so pretty riding my thigh like that,” he says in between planting kisses along your collarbone. “I’ve caught you checking me out before, I bet you’ve wanted this since the first time I sat next to you.” Now he’s lifting your shirt over your head, exposing your light gray mesh bralette to him. 

Your hips never ceasing their movement, he brings his mouth down to your mesh covered nipple and laves his tongue over it. He notices your sharp intake of breath and a barely there fuck coming from you. “I love how sensitive you are to everything,” he sucks the nipple into his mouth for a moment before he makes his way over to the other one. This time he moves the bralette to the side so you can feel the full effect of his tongue. He rotates between swirling and gently flicking his tongue over the hardened bud. 

It’s now very clear to you that the heat inside of you will be coming to a head soon if he continues. He’s very much able to pick up on your impending climax, so he takes the nipple into his mouth and begins to suck, all the while holding you down harder on his thigh as he rocks you back and forth. “Shit, I- I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” you say breathlessly. “Now why would I want to do that, peaches?” his mouth now moving back to suck on the other nipple. He breaks away with a wet *pop* and brings a hand down to smack your ass. “Come on, I know you can come like this. Come all over my thigh like the good little girl I know you are.” 

Your hair is starting to stick to you a little, sweaty from the exertion used to keep up the hard pace. The string inside of you is ready to snap any second. “Please, please, Gguk,” you whine to him, hoping he understands what you need. With both hands firmly in place on your ass, he sets a deadly pace and a flex of his muscle to cause the friction to burn straight to your slick core. You’re moaning his full name now as you feel yourself come undone around his thigh. Pulsing against him, your head slack on his shoulder, and your hips slowing down to ride out your orgasm. “Such pretty sounds when you come for me. I want to hear it again,” he says as he leaves sweet kisses on your lips.

He moves you from his lap to his bed, helping you out of your skinny jeans because your legs are aching now and you can’t find the energy to do it yourself. He takes in your form and the matching light gray mesh thong you’re wearing. “Were you hoping for this, baby? It’s okay if you were, I was hoping for it too.” You don’t know how you got to this place, but you were thanking whatever god it was that blessed you with this much luck.

Within moments, he’s undressed himself and you hear a wrapper crinkling over by his desk where he’s standing. He climbs back onto the bed and hovers over top of you. “You still doing okay?” he’s more considerate than you would have imagined a guy with his good looks would be, but you’re grateful for it. You smile at him and tilt your head up to kiss his lips and then his cheek. “God, look at you,” he says as he sits back on his heels, admiring the girl in front of him. 

He bends down to press kisses into your inner thigh, bringing two fingers to hook into the waist band of your thong and tug it down. He can see a string of your wetness stretch between you and your thong before it breaks when he brings his fingers to your slit. A drawn out moan leaves your mouth, his fingers feel so good now that they’re finally where you need them. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

He presses two fingers into you and they slide in with ease considering you’ve already finished once before. He uses his other hand to rub soft circles into your clit. Your breathing is becoming heavier now and you desperately want to feel his thick length inside of you. You can see his cock twitch at the sounds you make. It’s veiny and so so pink at the tip, no doubt leaking with precum. You’d be willing to bet anything that you’ll feel so full with him inside of you.

As if to read your mind, he pushes a third finger inside. “You ready, baby? I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel you around my cock.” His words have you keening and moving your hips in time with his fingers. His other hand now moves from your clit to his length, rubbing up and down before he teasingly slaps it against your core a few times, causing you to bite harshly into your lip. 

But then he’s pushing it in and you swear you see stars. He moves your legs so your thighs are against your chest now. “Ohhhhh my god,” you whine out to him as he bottoms out inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so tight, y/n.” He stills for a moment to allow you to adjust, but then he begins to move languidly. Thrusting ever so gently against that sensitive spot inside of you due to the position.

He leans down all the way to plant kisses along your chest, up your collarbone, and onto your neck. Lazy licks causing your heart to beat rapidly and moans escape your lips. His thrusts become rougher with each passing second, still never missing that signature spot inside of you, and it’s mind numbing.

He brings a hand down to your clit to rub figure eights into the bundle of nerves. “Please, d- don’t stop,” he grunts at the neediness he can hear in your voice. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ll make sure you feel good,” He punctuates this with a particularly hard thrust into you and you let out a loud moan, curses following behind. 

You’re so wet now and all you can think about is how good it feels to have him inside of you. You never want to let go of the feeling of his strong hands on you, sweat occasionally dripping from his hair, and his cock pounding into you. His first time fucking you and he already seems to know exactly what you like. Knowing not to rub your clit too much because it’s extra sensitive, that grabbing your ass will have your walls clenching around him, and kissing your neck leads to you mewling his name. All of this, in turn, causing him to feel rock hard, ready to burst his load any second. 

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Taking me so well and ready to come for me again,” he says this as he slows his pace down a bit. He wants you to feel every inch of him, savor the feeling, because soon enough he’s going to have both of you falling apart. He lets one of your thighs down and grabs onto the other, using it as an anchor. “God, you feel so good around me. Come again for me, baby. I wanna see your face this time while you cream my cock for everything it’s worth.

With his thumb on your clit and his words stuck in your head, you’re all of about two seconds away from losing yourself on him. He picks up his pace again, slamming into you over and over and over again until you can’t take it anymore. Juices gush out of you as you practically scream, complete and total ecstasy taking over your body. “That’s it, such a good girl coming for me again,” he says as he helps you ride through your second orgasm of the night. 

“Jesus, y/n, you got.. so.. wet,” his thrusts growing sloppy now. His bottom lip is sucked between his teeth and his brown eyes are filled with need. He quickly pulls out, rips the condom off, and pumps himself just briefly before he’s spilling his seed onto your stomach. A slur of curses and your name leaving his mouth. Rope after rope of the white liquid coating you, his own personal masterpiece laid out in front of him.

When he’s finally finished, he falls back onto his heels, head lolling as he tries to steady his breathing. You think he looks so good fucked out. You could look at him like this for the rest of your life. Then again, you could look at him in any state for the rest of your life. This was a three year long crush (turned into feelings) in the making, after all.

“You look so perfect like this,” he says as he takes in your state. Sweat glistening on your skin, lips swollen and red, and his cum painted on your stomach. “Hold on, I’ll get something for you,” he says before he gets up to go discard the condom and grab a towel. He helps clean you both up and hands you a sweatshirt of his. “It’s pretty late now, you can spend the night if you want and wear that so you’re more comfortable. I’ll turn on a show or something for us.” He changes the sheets on his bed while you change and throw your hair up into a messy bun, ready for bed now.

You both settle into the now clean bed and he turns on New Girl. You curl up next to him, head resting on his taut chest and a leg slung over his. “So I know we just had our first and second date, but does this count as our third?” he says in a joking tone, and even though you can’t see him, you can tell he’s smiling. “I dunno, does that mean we’ll have a fourth?” He chuckles at you and kisses the top of your head, “anything you want, peaches.” 

You had worried at the beginning of the semester that Gguk would flirt and  taunt you endlessly and with no real reward, but you were wonderfully wrong. You were also pretty sure that this was just the beginning and that thought has butterflies swimming inside of you. This charming boy had you wrapped around his finger, and unbeknownst to you, you had him wrapped around yours.

[bullshxtvixen]

can u do some oikawa or bokuto getting kinkyyyy in public like in the bleachers or smth 🥴🥴🥴

I’m sorry it took a while to post these, i’ve been setting up a haikyuu discord server so we can all thirst together so i’ve been slacking on requests :( but i really hope you enjoy them! ALSO I DID OIKAWA AND BOKUTO BECAUSE I COULDN’T DECIDE >.<

Public sex Headcanons - Oikawa and Bokuto

Warning: 18+, smut, public sex(duh) and a little bit of degradation.

Oikawa

- He’s had the whole thing planned since you’d agreed to come to the game with him. You’ve usually been pretty open to trying new things with him but he knew that if he’d warned you about his plan you would’ve chickened out.

- So when you’re sat at the back of the bleachers looking down at a particularly boring match and his hand find its way beneath your skirt, you couldn’t help but tense up and look at him with wide eyes.

- “What do you think you’re doing?” You’ll hiss at him but he’s just going to carry on watching the match as if his fingers weren’t caressing your inner thigh and inching dangerously close to your core.

- Fucking tease.

- Your eyes would be darting around checking to see if anyone had noticed what was happening but he’d chosen a secluded spot right at the back so the nearest people were at least 5 rows in front. It’ll click in your mind then that he’d planned this.

- “ Tōru , this isn’t funny, someone coul-“ you won’t get to finish your sentence before two of his slender fingers easily move your panties to the side and slip between your folds, sliding into you with ease.

- “Someone could see, huh?” You wanted to wipe the shit eating grin off his face. “If you were so worried about that then why are you already so fucking wet for me when I’ve barely even touched you? I think you love the risk of being caught, don’t you, you slut?”

- His words would have you shuffling in your seat as his fingers pick up their pace, his thumb now circling your clit, making that familiar ache build in the pit of your stomach.

- Gripping his thigh and digging your nails in won’t dissuade him, he’ll just continue to watch you from the corner of his eye with a smirk. He loves seeing you squirm.

- “T-tooru, I’m g-going to...I’m gonna...cum.” The words were almost incoherent, but he knew what you meant.

- “Ah ah ah, we can’t have that now, can we? You wouldn’t want to do something as dirty as cum all over my fingers in a public place now, would you?” He’ll pull his fingers out like the fucking tease he is, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

- Annoyed and flustered, you’d get up and go to make your way past your idiot boyfriend but before you could get around him, he’s pulling you down into his lap, one arm firmly around your waist, securing you to him.

- “Don’t make a sound, don’t move unless I tell you to and don’t close your eyes. If you do any of those things I’m going to bend you over that seat in front of us and fuck your sopping little cunt right here for the whole gym to see, do you understand, sweetheart?”

- You wouldn’t even be able to process what was happening before for he growls “Answer me.” as his hand palms your ass. The only thing you could do was nod.

- That’s all he needed. In seconds he’s lifting you up ever so slightly so he can free his cock from the confines of his trousers, before pulling your panties to the side and easing you down onto his throbbing length.

- His cock isn’t the longest but his girth makes up for it, stretching you in the most delicious way possible.

- Your eyes would almost roll into the back of your head at the feel of him filling you but you couldn’t risk them closing, though the thought of him fucking you in front of a large group of people as they watched does spike your arousal.

- Your pussy is going to be clenching around his cock so tightly that he knows it won’t take much for either of you to find your release.

- “God, your cunt feels fucking amazing wrapped around me like that,” he’ll whisper in your ear, “but let’s get those hips of yours moving so I can fill you up with my cum.”

- Then his hands are on your hips, moving you back and forth against his cock as your nails bite into your palms.

- “That’s it, I can feel how close you are. Cum for me, cum all over my cock while we’re surround by all these people, you dirty little slut.”

- Then you’re both coming undone, you almost biting through your bottom lip in an attempt to stay silent while his hands have a death drip on your hips.

- “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Now let’s get out of here, we wouldn’t want my cum dripping out of you and ruining these seats now, would we?”

- Make no mistake, as soon as you get home he’s going to absolutely destroy you.

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Bokuto

- Bokuto has never really thought about fucking you in a public setting before, but seeing you in a skimpy swimsuit for the first time as you slowly test the water of one of the tide pools at the far end of the beach is too much temptation for him to resist. As lust begins to take over, it’s almost like he becomes a completely different person.

- He’ll watch as you lower yourself into the crystal blue water, slowly submerging yourself until your feet hit the rocky bottom. Luckily the water just comes up to your chest so you’re still able to lean your arms on the side of the smooth rock as some of the boys begin a new match on the sand a little further up the beach from you.

- Bokuto’s going to use the fact you’re distracted by the game to silently slip into the far side of the pool before dipping under the water and making his way towards you, fully submerged.

- When he surfaces he’ll put a hand over your mouth and his other around your waist, pulling your body flush against his in a flash.

- As you start to struggle his breath is going to brush against your neck before his familiar chuckle finds your ears.

- “Easy now, little bird, it’s just me.” He’ll say before removing his hand and pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, causing you to shiver against him.

- ‘Little bird’ is only something he calls you when it comes to sex so you immediately know something’s going on.

- The hand that was covering your mouth will snake down the front of your body, making it’s way between your supple thighs that he loves burying his face between.

- When you tense up he just smirks against your skin, his breath fanning against your neck.

- “What are you playing at, Kou?”

- Another chuckle. “Do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to just slip these to the side” his fingers trace the fabric covering your now throbbing cunt, “and take you right here and now, while our friends are just over there?”

- He’ll grind his hardened cock against your ass as he says it, causing you to arch into him, your head falling against his shoulder.

- He’ll use that to his advance and cover your lips with his own.

- And you know he’s going to take that moment of distraction to hook his fingers into the material of your swim suit and tug it to the side so he push the entire length of his cock into you in one quick thrust.

- It’s a good thing his mouth is covering yours because the feel of him stretching your walls is going to have you moaning against his lips.

- “Geez, would you guys get a room, you look like you’re about to fuck!” Someone who sounds suspiciously like Kuroo, calls from the direction of where the teams were playing, but the only thing you could focus on is the slow rock of your boyfriends hips against your backside.

- You should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed that your boyfriend is about to fuck you while your friends aren’t even 10 meters away from you, but the risk of being caught is only making you that much more turned on.

- “You better say something to him before they come over here and investigate, little bird or they’re going to see what a cock hungry little devil you are.” He’ll whisper in your ear, his cock continuing to throb inside of you.

- From where the boys are positioned it would just look as though Bokuto was innocently cuddling you and being a doting boyfriend, but if they came any closer they’d see that beneath the surface of the water he was buried inside you as his hand made lazy circles around your clit.

- “~ahh, umm-fuck you, rooster boy. You’re just j-jealous because i’d be getting some.” Yeah your voice isn’t going to be stable as you say it but luckily Kuroo doesn’t question it and returns to the game.

- “Mmm, that’s a good little bird.” He’s got your fingers gripping at the rocks in front of you as your orgasm starts to build faster, his hips trapping yours against the hard surface in front of you as he slides his cock into you over and over again.

- “Fuck, Kou. You feel so fucking good, I’m close.” You’d whisper, knowing he’s a sucker when it comes to being praised.

- Even though it’s not the usual crazy sex that you’ve grown accustomed to with Bokuto, the slow build up of your orgasm has you covering your mouth as it finally washes over your body.

- Within seconds you’ll feel him release inside of you as your walls clench around him, filling you with his hot cum and his arms tighten around you.

- “Holy fuck, y/n. That was...so hot. I can’t believe we just did that.” Immediately he’s back to his usual self.

- He’s going to spend the rest of the day walking round with some extra bounce in his step and he’ll probably even blush whenever he looks your way. He really can’t believe he did that.

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Ngl I’m not 100% happy with them but then again I never am 😂 I hope you liked them! If you have a request, feel free to send it in! ^.^

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

oooh requests are open!! <3 i looove your writing so much! can you do headcanons for aizawa, fat gum, & hawks with a chubby/plus size/thiccc reader? like how the relationship would look & how they would reassure their partner when they were being insecure about their weight/looks! -🍃 (tysm btw!! i love reading everything you write!!)

Aizawa, Fat Gum, and Hawks w/ plus size!reader...

Aizawa Shouta

ahh Aizawa

the first person i simped  for from MHA

the memories *wipes away tear from eye*

let us commence

a relationship with this man is, in all honesty, quite frustrating

Aizawa is the pure embodiment, or at least almost a pure embodiment, of logic and practicality

so if you’re a person who’s on the more emotional side, there will be clashes every now and then

however, i can somewhat see him with a spontaneous lover --- it’s 3 in the morning, darkness blankets the apartment. The only source of light is the warm golden glow of the city lights that shines ever-so elegantly through the small openings of the window curtains. Aizawa is taking a short nap beside you, laying on his stomach with his arms folded underneath his head. Inky-black locks cascading down the naked muscles of his back, contrasting with the paleness of his skin. 

he’s a masterpiece --- well, err. A masterpiece that runs on the love of cats and unsweetened black coffee

with small kisses, you run a trail of love up from his bicep. With each kiss, you breathe soft positive affirmations into the skin; your honeyed voice and kisses stirring him from his sleep. And as you near closer to his cheek, he can feel a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. With your body so close, he wraps one of his previously folded arms around your waist, his hands squishing your lovely love handles

“Shouta~,” you would sing out in a whisper, ghosting your lips over his eyelids. Humming in acknowledgment, he grunts out a quiet, “What is it now?” 

“Let’s go get some Panda Express,” you can feel his body stiffen. A bashful smile on your lips as his eyes finally open, a full-on glare on display.

“I have work soon,” “Yeah, but we can have Panda Express sooner,” “N-,” “We can feed the strays in front of it,” “...okay.”

now as for when you’re having those moments of insecurity

as I’ve stated before, Aizawa is a man of common sense and logic. So in his head, there’s no reason for you to feel down when there’s nothing wrong with you; however, he will recognize the emotional aspect of it and so he’ll do his best to comfort you

while on one hand he’ll just straight-up bully the love into you with words like, “It makes no sense to doubt yourself. Doubting yourself does nothing but harm you so why the hell would you willingly do that?” or “Stop being stupid, you’re fine just as you are, idiot.”

other times he’ll prove his love to you with actions

sometimes, when he sees that unsure expression painted on your face, he’ll stop whatever it is he’s doing and goes to grab a book. When he comes back, he’ll tell you to scoot over on the sofa before laying himself down in between your legs. Making sure to wrap your legs under his neck, he’ll snuggle himself into the pillows that were your thigh. And as he read, he would place gentle kisses into them.

he won’t talk or anything, he’ll just settle there and read his little book 

idk for some reason, I can see him doing this

Taishiro Toyomitsu

HHHHHHHHHH

I love this man so much

can I just have a hug, please?

although, that is one of the things you should expect if you’re in a relationship with this sweetheart

he loves being close to you in whatever way possible. Hugs, cuddles --- he’ll even carry you if that is what you so desire

a relationship with him is filled with so much laughter and joy that it’s almost sickeningly sweet

ngl i canon the sex to be full of laughs and giggles 

Ooo he’s incredibly polite like uhh lol whenever you tell him to do something for you, he’ll say, “Yes ma’am,” like you know what I’m trying to say?

another thing

he completely understands how you’re feeling when societies standards become too overwhelming and you find yourself drowning in self-doubt and self-loathe

he’s gone through it himself

and so, when he finds you standing before your mirror, your hands gripping at your tummy and a frown on your face, that is when he tells you words of truth

also expect lots of food-related pet names

“Now, now buttercup. You know how much it pains me to see you so sad. Makes my heart ache so bad--- I need you to understand that you are beautiful no matter what. There is nothing wrong with how you are and how you look. Now, how about we go and eat some Takoyakis? Heard they’re half the price right now.” 

another thing he does involves you laying on top of him

if he’s laying on the couch and you suddenly are nearby, he’ll stretch his arms and do the little “come here” gesture. Upon arriving, he’ll pull you on top of him, while always making sure that his grip on you is proper and that you’re comfortable

we’re gonna have to admit that with him being a big man no matter what form he is in, he will always be an actual mattress to you

to you, he is your pillow and blanket

and once he has you in his arms, he’s not even gonna let you go until you genuinely have to leave 

ugh he’s just so cute

Hawks 

before i write anything, I would like to point out that this is how HAWKS is in a relationship

this is not KEIGO TAKAMI

this is his alter-ego and that’s that

anygays,,,

being in a relationship with Hawks is an adventure for many, many reasons. Because, not only does he loves to absolutely love to ruffle your feathers, but he’s just so full of energy

he loves to tease you in any way possible. Maybe he’ll say a dirty little thing into your ear or maybe he’ll command one of his feathers so hide stuff from you. Such as that one time where you thought you had dropped that an earring and as you searched for it for a whole literal hour, he watched you. 

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE UTTER AUDACITY THIS MAN HAD

LIKE HE HAD THE FUCKING FEATHER FLOATING RIGHT BEHIND YOUR HEAD, THE EARRING JUST DANGLING THERE

WOW

but i must admit that he mainly does stuff like this to get a better view of your ass

he’s just so fascinated by its jiggliness

even when you walk he can see it jiggle

also please do buy him chicken related items

ngl he most likely has a drumstick little keychain thing

now then

how would Hawks comfort you?

hmm

tbh I don’t see him being of the vocal sort in either side of his personality--- he’s more of an action-based person, or at least that’s how I perceive him to be

whenever you’re feeling down, he sits behind you and pulls in between his legs. Wrapping his arms ever-so-gently around your waist before pulling you closer, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck as he in-take your scent. To him, you smell like home To him, you represent everything good in his life

and then, when he feels the tension in your muscles lighten, he’ll spread his wings as far as they can go before wrapping them around you. Enveloping you in a cocoon of sunset-hued feathers, their touch soft like silk on the skin.

it’s absolutely divine

...

(A/N): I’m not good at comforting whatsoever so apologies if it’s somewhat shitty, I really did try.

Feel free to request, just read the rules.

Hope you enjoyed!

[omgjasminesimone]

Morning Routine (Kinktober Day 10)

Sawyer x MC

Prompt: Bath/Shower

Word Count: 900

NSFW

A/N: I’m still in the mood to write @choicesficwriterscreations Kinktober fics. Kind of a personal challenge to see how many different days/couples I can do at this point.

Sawyer is gone when Morgan wakes up in his bed in the morning, despite the fact the sun hasn’t even risen yet. He tends to get a very early start on the morning chores. Probably because he does such a large share of them, to keep them off her plate. Sawyer is sweet like that.

Morgan snuggles into his pillow, allowing herself 15 more minutes of blissful half sleep. But then sun starts streaming through Sawyer’s thin curtains, and Morgan forces herself out of his warm, comfy bed.

She yawns, pulling her long brown hair into a messy bun. She rubs at her eyes before sitting on the edge of Sawyer’s bed to pull the jeans he’d slowly peeled off of her last night back on. Morgan sniffs at the t-shirt she’d been wearing last night, crinkling her nose as the musty smell hits her nose. She’s not putting that back on.

Morgan makes her way over to Sawyer’s drawers, borrowing one of his red flannel shirts. It’s much too big on her, but it’s not likely the cows or chickens are going to pass judgement on her outfit.

She double checks the hallway is clear before dashing out of Sawyer’s room to the hallway bathroom to brush her teeth. She would hate to have to explain why she’s sneaking out of Sawyer’s room at 6 AM to Cliff or Duke. And she doesn’t want details of her love life to come up in Brooklynn’s latest YouTube video either.

With morning preparations complete, Morgan heads out to earn her keep on the farm.

...

Three hours later, the chickens have been fed, the eggs collected, the cows milked, the horses groomed, and she’s checked on the barn dogs’ new puppies.

Morgan feels a surge of accomplishment. After all, in Boston, she used to wake up around this time. But more than accomplished, she feels filthy, and in desperate need of a shower.

She heads up to the bathroom in Sawyer’s room, since she’s discovered it has much better water pressure than the shower in the hallway bathroom.

She drops her clothes into a tidy pile on the bathroom floor, climbing into the shower with unrestrained joy. Morgan lets out a pleased sigh as warm water cascades down her body, scrubbing off the dirt that’s an inherent part of life on the Oakley Ranch.

While she’s lathering up her hair, the shower door opens and Sawyer steps in to join her. “Good morning darlin’. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

If he’s tired from four hours of hard labor, he doesn’t show it. His eyes greedily scan over her wet, nude form.

Morgan smiles, tipping her head back to wash the shampoo out of her hair. “Here, let me help you.” She offers, moving him so he’s more fully under the warm stream of water. She squirts a generous amount of his combination body wash/shampoo/conditioner into her hand. Why men think they can combine these things is beyond Morgan, and she’ll have to remember to bring her own bath supplies next time she uses Sawyer’s shower.

She starts with his shoulders, massaging into the muscles sore from tossing heavy hey bales and lifting pounds of feed.

She runs her hands down his chest, focusing on cleansing each crease of his hard earned abs.

Her rubbing him down while nude and wet is clearly having an effect on him, and she firmly grasps his hard cock.

“Fuck Morgan.” Sawyer groans, thrusting a little into her hand. She starts to stroke him as she places kisses over his pecs.

“Such a dirty boy.” She playfully chides as precum starts to leak out of him as she continues her hand job.

It seems Sawyer has had enough of her teasing, since he removes her hand from him and pushes her back against the shower wall. “And you’re my very dirty cowgirl.” He groans as he lifts her and her legs instinctively wrap around him.

He pushes into her, and they both groan as their hips make contact. “You’re incredible Morgan, I’m so glad you’re here.” Sawyer assures her as he starts to slowly rock his hips against her.

“You’re....definitely...making it...worth my while!” Morgan gets out between Sawyer’s quickening thrusts. She clutches at his strong back, digging her nails into his skin.

Sawyer lets out a hiss of pleasure/pain, one hand leaving her thigh to brace against the wall as he speeds up further.

“Ahh, Sawyer!” Morgan cries out, moving her hips to meet him.

“Shhh, baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.” Sawyer warns. But he doesn’t seem very dedicated to keeping her quiet, with the way he’s slamming into her so good. And he’s not so quiet either as her walls tighten around him, heightening his pleasure. “Morgan.” He groans, burying his face into her neck.

“Yes, just like that.” Morgan praises as he intensifies his movements, hitting her deeper. “Sawyer!” She moans as she orgasms.

Sawyer slams into her three more times before he pulls out, ejaculating all over Morgan’s stomach, making a mess of both of them.

He gingerly places her back on her feet, leaning down to place a lingering kiss of those delectable lips of her’s. He pulls away with a warm grin, and then he gently pulls her directly under the water stream. “I think we need to get cleaned up again, cowgirl.”

[kyloxmoegi1993]

His world changed the day she showed him the ultrasound picture. That picture showing him his entire life was about to change, and all for the sake of his unborn little peanut growing inside of the woman he loved.

Although he would continue to kill for the Entity, he made a deal with the unknown apparition that he could move himself and Lilyth somewhere better suited for a family. He made the choice to move them back to Woodsboro. While he had lived here back in the day he managed to keep low enough of a profile that no one even looked at him being the mastermind behind all of the killings. He had put Stu, Billy, even that Prescott girl's brother all to the tasks while he sat on the sidelines. It didn't take long for him and his Lily to get settled in and he absolutely adored watching her belly grow as their child got bigger.

Danny had just gotten home and wasn't even halfway through the door when she met him in the doorway smiling softly at him.

"Welcome home."

Dropping to his knees he gently cupped her belly and closed his eyes under the mask as he pressed his ear to her belly and not only heard but felt the baby move.

"Daddy's home princess..."

Lilyth watched him press gentle kisses to get swollen belly and love blossomed in her chest. She met his gaze when he stood up and looked into her eyes.

"And how's mommy doing? Still feeling sick?"

She shrugged and looked at him sympathetically. He hated how sickly she had gotten since getting pregnant. She used to love listening to him talk about how he'd gut survivors and other victims but once her morning sickness hit, all that talk had to stop or she'd be off to the bathroom. She also couldn't stomach the smell of pepperoni or chicken cooking anymore.

"Wraith actually felt really bad...he's actually punishing himself....I tried telling him it was okay but I don't think he's hearing me..."

Confused, Danny looked around then saw a silhouette and shook his head and walked over to the cloaked wraith. All of the killers all came and took turns with their days off to stay with her so she wasn't alone. Today had been wraith's turn.

"Hey buddy. So uh, I see you tried to cook some chicken for Lily. You didn't do anything wrong. She's just more sensitive to smells right now. You can uh uncloak. I'm not mad."

The dinging of his bell could be heard and suddenly the wraith appeared and he looked sad and bowed to both him and then he walked over to Lilyth and bowed in apology. He watched his Lily reach out and gently take the wraith's hands before patting them gently.

"You didn't know. It's okay. I promise. Why don't you go on home and I'll see you tomorrow with Anna okay?"

Wraith nodded and bowed again and saw himself out. Danny locked the door and then watched as she slowly got up off the couch cupping her belly.

"You good?"

She nodded and went upstairs slowly and he cleaned up while she was gone and when he was finished he waited then realized she wasn't coming back down.

"Lily?"

When he received no answer panic surged through him and he raced upstairs and found her laying on the bed in a sexy pose and wearing some black lingerie that cupped her full breasts and excentuated the color of her skin. He then took notice of the rope, his mask, a blindfold, and his knife and raised an eyebrow.

"You want to play?"

She nodded shyly looking up at him submissively and he felt his chest swell with a mix of love and pride. This woman was absolutely made for him in every way and he was proud to have her carrying his child.

"Please daddy...." She mewled quietly holding out her wrists together.

Easily slipping into his other persona he looked at her with heated eyes as he slowly began tying her wrists and tied her arms above her head on the headboard.

She looked at him with lust in her eyes and he slowly took his shirt off showing off his 6 pack and the many scars he had acquired over the years. Her tounge flicked out over her lips as she drank in the sight of him and watched him don the mask.

"I think you've seen enough princess."

With that, he tied the blindfold around her eyes and leaned down biting at her bottom lip that she had protruding. "No pouting."

He grabbed the knife and looked at her spread out on their bed, at his complete mercy and had flashbacks to when he had first met her and how she looked like this before, but back then he had intended on gutting her and putting her on display. He was glad he didn't. Glad he saw something in those eyes of hers that made him spare her from his ruthlessness.

Ridding himself of his trousers and boxers he took the knife and slowly ran the blade up her leg and into her inner thigh causing her to shiver and moans in pain and pleasure as she felt the tip of the blade bite into the meat of her thigh.

He watched, his eyes fixed on the droplet of blood that appeared and he leaned down and ran his tounge along the wound and slowly kisses up her thigh and found himself at her warmth. Seeing she was bare to him made him grow harder and he kissed her clit causing her to jump in surprise and cry out.

"Ahh! Daddy!~"

"Shhhh shhhh. Easy princess. It'll be over soon."

Rubbing her thighs to comfort her he ran his tounge along her heated core and began eating her out groaning at the taste of her essence. She had always tastes likes oranges and cloves to him and it drove him mad everytime. Without realizing he was doing it he became aware that he was dry humping the edge of the bed seeking friction and relief from his rock hard prick and he growled and adjusted her a bit before positioning himself at her entrance and slowly sinking into her. Groaning with relief at her tight heated fit, he threw his head back. Fuck it had been so long since he'd fucked her. Judging from the way she panted his name and began rolling her hips, Lily agreed. Wasting no time he gently but roughly thrusted into her and found a punishing rhythm, being sure not to hurt her and scared he'd hurt their child.

"Oh fuck daddy....yes...I love it..punish me with your cock. Oh my God. Mmmm fuck."

His gaze lifted to her face and he leaned down and kisses her, their tounges fighting for dominance as they both grunted and moaned. Feeling her tighten and the familiar swelling and coiled pressure building up in his balls he knew he was about to explode. Finding the will to pull himself out as she orgasmed he quickly cut the ropes binding her and strokes his cock.

"Open your mouth for daddy princess."

Without hesitation she opened her mouth after kneeling on the floor in front of him and waited. Grunting he felt pain and relief flood through him as he came and watched his cum land in her mouth and on her cheek.

"Fuck...."

Leaning his head back he panted under the mask and jumped a bit surprised when she leaned forward and started licking him clean causing another hard spurt of cum to enter her mouth. Swallowing it she finished and looked up in his direction. Removing his mask and her blindfold, he looked at her flush cheeks and tiredly panted.

"Fuck the things you do to me woman...."

Slowly helping her up he set about to cleaning himself and her up as well as they prepared for bed. Dressed in a loose pair of sleeping boxers he was laying in bed when he heard from their bathroom a loud splashing sound.

"Danny...!"

Hearing panic in her voice he shot out of bed immediately and ripped open the door seeing his wife standing in a puddle of water like substance.

He looked at her and she looked at him and he knew what this meant. For once in his life, his mind went blank. Her water broke. He knew that meant the baby was coming, but his mind froze on what to do.

"Danny. Danny. Danny!"

Coming back to her he saw panic in her eyes as she tried to keep calm herself. This is the moment she had been terrified of.

"Hospital. Now."

Nodding he swept her up into his arms glad she was now wearing one of his older shirts that she wore as a nightgown and quickly carried her downstairs and grabbed the backpack he had setup next to the door for this moment. Kicking it out the door he gently set her down and helped her into the car before running back for the bag and to lock the door.

The last thing he remembered was telling her to breathe before he went into autopilot mode.

*Several hours later*

Danny bounced his leg as he waited for somebody, anybody to tell him his wife and child are okay. They'd arrived 9 hours ago....he had refused to move from the spot he was in, but now he was growing worried. What if something happened to her or the baby and they're just trying to figure out how to tell him? What if something went wrong? Should he have done something sooner? He had noticed after they had sex she kept wincing in pain and holding her belly, but he didn't think anything of it. What if he hurt her? He was never having sex with her while she was pregnant again. If there is an again.

His thoughts going a mile a minute he jumped up ready to swing when he felt a gentle touch to his shoulder and saw the nurse looking at him slightly scared.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to startle you sir, your wife asked me to bring you back."

Why hasn't she said anything about the baby? He opened his mouth to ask when she led him to a room and opened the door revealing the woman he loved hiding a small bundle with her left breast exposed.

She looked up at him and he could tell the birth had been rough on her but she still smiled warmly at his approach.

"Come meet our daughter Danny..."

His heart stopped and skipped a beat when he came over to the side of her bed and saw a dark haired little angel nursing from lily's breast. He gently kissed the side of Lily's head never moving his eyes off the bundle. "She's....perfect...Gillian...please...? Name her Gillian....with a g...."

Lilyth smiled and ran her free fingers through his hair, "Gillian it is...Gillian Ann Johnson..."

Danny looked at her lovingly and quickly wiped a year from his eye as he regarded his new family.

*End.....?*

Just a oneshot I was writing for fun and one of my best friends begged me to finish it. This one's for you @hellkitten813 😁😁😁 Enjoy love.

I do not own Ghost Face or Dead by Daylight, or anything relating to the Scream Franchise. The only OC is my character Lilyth and their daughter Gillian(Jillian-how to pronounce) who Miss Kitten also named. Surprise kitty cat it's a girl!!! Lol I hope this is well received and enjoyed as fun as it was to write. Enjoy! ❤️

[crooked-sleep]

Day 12 - Beginning of the End [Pt. 2]

hello!! last gift today (anonymously, at least) — man i can’t believe it’s over! i have had so much fun this year and it’s honestly been so great, and i really hope we can become friends after this!!!

warnings: nsfw; top!dean and bottom!sam; more fluff than you know what to do with. apologies if there are any formatting errors, btw, i wrote this one in my notes app because my wifi is total shit today and i’m leeching off my dad’s hotspot.

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Dean is putting the finishing touches on the chicken he’s just taken out of the oven when he hears the characteristic rumble of the Impala’s engine. Good, Sam’s home. and hopefully he remembered the pie and the beer. The rest of the grocery Dean can go without — who needs that much milk anyway? — but pie and beer are absolutely crucial.

He hears the bunker door clang shut, and a moment later Sam calls out, “Dean?”

“In here!” Dean yells back, sprinkling the last of the garnish on the chicken.

Two seconds later Sam appears in the entrance to the kitchen, hair messy and cheeks pink from the wind outside. He’s got two brown bags balanced in one arm and a plastic-covered platter of pie in the other, and Dean immediately makes grabby hands at it. “Gimme!”

Sam hands it to him, rolling his eyes, and Dean sets it down on the counter before taking the rest of the bags from Sam. Sam clears his throat expectantly, tilting his head, and it takes Dean a second to remember what he’s supposed to do. “Right, yeah,” he mumbles, and then kisses Sam’s cheek.

Sam beams, satisfied, and then says, “Chicken looks great.”

“It better, the seasoning was a pain in the ass,” Dean says as he puts the grocery away. “How about you go get rid of your coat and then we can start, huh?”

“Um,” says Sam, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’m good, man, I’m starving. Let’s start now.”

Dean frowns. “You sure, man?”

Sam nods so quickly his hair flies. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure,” he rambles. “Chicken looks amazing, man, why wait? Let’s have it right now.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his brother. “Yeah?” he says. “I don’t know, man, I’m smellin’ a rat. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Sam says at once.

“I don’t believe you,” Dean tells him squarely.

And then Sam’s coat meows.

There is silence for a few moments, during which Sam’s face goes from “I am innocent please believe me” to “Oh no I see you getting suspicious” and finally settles on “okay okay fine I might be a little guilty.” Dean narrows his eyes further and crosses his arms, waiting Sam out. Sam bites his lip, eyes impossibly wide and soft, and Dean feels himself beginning to go weak at the knees.

Don’t, he tells himself. He wants you to give in. Resist, dammit!

But fuck, not even the most monstrous creature on the planet could resist Sam when he looks this fucking sweet and innocent, and Dean is only human.

He’s just about to give in when Sam’s coat meows again, and that, for some reason, makes Sam cave first. “Okay, okay, fine!” he says, and pulls out an honest-to-God kitten from his coat pocket. It’s so impossibly tiny that Sam’s hands cover it completely, almost as if he’s afraid Dean’s gaze will vaporize it.

“Sam?” Dean says, deadpan. “Were you seriously trying to smuggle a whole-ass kitten past me?”

“I couldn’t not rescue him, okay, he’s so small!” Sam says defensively, cradling the kitten to his chest. “It’s so cold outside and he was all alone and I didn’t see his mom anywhere and I felt bad, okay!”

“Sammy,” sighs Dean. “You brought home three dogs last month. The month before that it was a fucking rooster. And now a cat? You wanna make our home a zoo? Is that what this is?”

“He’s so tiny, Dean,” Sam says earnestly. “He won’t survive on his own. I couldn’t just leave him.”

The puppy eyes have been upped to 11. Dean hadn’t even thought that possible. The last time Sam had looked like this he’d been literally five and begging for ice cream. Dean’s knees are weak again, dammit, even though he’d told himself a rooster and a puppy ago that he was going to be stronger the next time.

“Please?” Sam says, and has the audacity to stick his bottom lip out a little. “I promise he won’t bother you, Dean. You won’t even know he’s there.”

“That’s what you said when you got Alan,” Dean reminds him, referring to the rooster. “Now he wakes me up every morning by screaming. It’s also what you said when you got Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I didn’t say a thing when you gave them all geek names, and now there ain’t a single slipper unchewed in this house.”

“Well, Bruce won’t scream or chew your slippers, I swear!” Sam says.

“Bruce?” Ahh, fuck it, Dean is disgustingly weak. “You named him after Batman?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. Wanna see?” He holds his hands out, letting Dean look.

The last of Dean’s resolve crumbles at the sight of the kitten, so damn small and — fuck it, adorable. He is so dark that he looks like a little piece of the void, resting in Sam’s hands, tiny body rising and falling with each breath. His eyes are bright green, and despite himself, Dean finds himself falling in love.

“Can we keep him?” Sam asks softly.

Bruce looks up and lets out the tiniest of yawns before stretching and settling again in the palm of Sam’s hand. Dean notices the look on Sam’s face as he watches the kitten, and sighs inwardly. No way he can refuse something that makes Sam look like that, so genuinely carefree and happy.

“Yeah,” he says in the end. “We can keep him. But no more strays,” he adds.

“Promise,” Sam says at once, and then beams at Dean. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Covering Bruce with his other hand, he leans in and puts a messy kiss on the corner of Dean’s mouth.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Dean, already knowing that this isn’t the last stray, not by a long shot. Damn Sammy and his soft spot for all lost and helpless things. “That cat better behave, or it’s your ass on the line. Come on now, let’s eat before it’s cold.”

—

Dean’s lying in bed reading when Sam enters. Without looking up he asks, “Everything all right?”

“Yeah,” Sam answers softly. “Alan and the dogs love Bruce.”

“Good,” says Dean distractedly, still mostly focused on the article he’s reading about Chevelles. “You gonna come to bed now?”

Instead of responding, Sam plucks the iPad out of Dean’s hands, locks it, and puts it aside. That succeeds in getting Dean’s attention. He looks up, and immediately his mouth goes dry.

Sam is naked, hair damp and curling around his face, and he’s got that soft, needy sort of look in his eyes that Dean can never resist. Without waiting for Dean to respond, he climbs up on Dean’s lap, straddling his thighs, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Dean’s pajama pants.

“Can I?” he asks, before going any further.

Dean swallows, and nods.

Sam smiles down at him, and pulls down his pajama pants. Dean raises his hips a little to help Sam. His cock is already half-hard, his body responding to Sam’s weight on him.

Sam leans in and kisses Dean, hands already working on stroking Dean to full hardness. “Thank you,” he whispers between kisses. “You never say no to me. For anything.”

“Can’t,” Dean confesses, placing his hands on Sam’s waist and stroking his thumbs up and down Sam’s hipbones. “Never could say no to you, baby.”

Sam smiles, small and intimate, and kisses the bridge of Dean’s nose. “I appreciate it, you know,” he tells Dean. “I always do.”

“I know,” Dean tells him with a crooked grin. “That’s why I’m getting laid right now.”

Sam laughs at that. “No, that’s not why,” he tells Dean, and then puts his hands on the headboard, bracing himself as he raises his hips off Dean’s lap.

“Wait, don’t you need prep?” Dean asks, hands still on Sam’s waist as he positions himself.

Sam shakes his head. “Did it already,” he tells Dean, and then sinks down, taking all of Dean in one go. Dean moans at that, head falling back against the headboard. “Wanted to be ready for you,” Sam says, and wriggles a little.

“Too damn good to me, you know that?” Dean groans, tilting his head forward to kiss Sam’s collarbone. “Always know what I want, what I need. I never haveta say a damn word.”

Sam rolls his hips, earning a bitten-off groan from Dean. He’s tight, always is, just the way they both like it, and no matter how many times they do this, to Dean it never stops feeling like he’s coming home. He trails his hands upwards from Sam’s waist, caressing his sides, and brushes two fingers lightly over one nipple. Sam sighs at that, his entire body flushing. All these years and it never ceases to amaze Dean how sensitive Sam still is to his touch.

“Dean,” Sam says, sounding a little breathless. He hasn’t stopped moving since he sat down on Dean’s cock — rolling his hips, bouncing a little, arms bracketed on either side of Dean’s head. His cock rubs against Dean’s shirt, leaving a damp trail of precome that Dean just can’t bring himself to care about.

“Yeah, Sammy,” he says, grabbing Sam’s waist again and holding it so he can thrust up and meet Sam halfway. “Yeah, baby.”

Sam presses his lips together as he bows his head, hair falling into his face. He bites out a moan when Dean thrusts up into him again, and that’s how Dean knows he’s hit Sam’s sweet spot.

“Again?” he asks.

Sam nods. “Please,” he says, so close to begging already. “Please, Dean.”

Dean kisses him, long and slow and absolutely filthy, pressing his tongue into Sam’s mouth and taking control. Sam lets him, his hands falling to Dean’s shoulders, and Dean lightly flicks one of Sam’s nipples, grinning when Sam moans into the kiss.

He could gladly do this all night, he thinks dazedly. Just sit here and tease Sam, coax these lovely reactions and those gorgeous moans from him, inch him to the edge until he’s sobbing Dean’s name and begging to come. They’ve done it before, on lazy days and lazier nights, no hurry and no rush, no obligation to the world outside or even any awareness of it. These moments always make Dean feel like the two of them are the only people in the world, and no one else matters.

No one else could ever matter, he thinks, compared to Sam, his beautiful, sweet Sammy. For the rest of their lives, for all the rest of eternity.

He steadies Sam with a hand on his hip and then thrusts up hard into him, taking control of their movement. Sam lets him, giving himself over completely, and Dean tangles his free hand into Sam’s hair, pulling a little as he fucks into Sam. His little brother loves it, head thrown back as he moans, loud and uninhibited, and the sound goes straight to Dean’s cock.

“God, Sammy,” he breathes out. “So beautiful like this, you know that? So damn pretty.”

Sam doesn’t look capable of replying with words. His hands tighten in the fabric of Dean’s shirt at his shoulders, and his legs are shaking, thighs quivering around Dean’s waist, and Dean knows he’s close.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he tells Sam, kissing the side of his neck. “Come.”

“I’ll ruin your shirt,” Sam gasps out. His eyes are closed and he seems lost in pleasure, cheeks flushed and nipples hard, lips bright red and parted.

“Mm, don’t care,” Dean tells him, fucking him hard and fast and taking care to hit the spot that he knows will make Sam come apart. “Come, Sam.”

And Sam does, spurting hot and sticky in the space between them, making a mess of Dean’s shirt as he predicted. His whole body seems to contract, tightening further around Dean, and that’s more than enough for him — one thrust, two, then three and he comes too. Sam whimpers at the sensation of Dean’s come inside him, Dean’s hand still in his hair, and then goes boneless, collapsing on top of Dean.

“Hey,” Dean chuckles, wrapping his arms around Sam and kissing the side of his head. “Get up, Sasquatch, you’re heavy.”

Sam mumbles something inaudible but he rises, sliding off Dean’s softening cock and off to the side. Dean takes his shirt off, using it to clean up Sam’s belly, thighs and ass, and then throws it to the ground. “C’mere,” he tells Sam as he slides down the bed so he’s lying down, and wraps an arm around Sam from behind, pulling him into his chest.

Sam lets himself be wrapped in Dean’s embrace, his fingers tangling with Dean’s on his belly. His body is loose, relaxed, his head heavy, and Dean knows he’s half-asleep already. That’s one thing that has never changed in all these years — there’s no better sleep aid for Sam than some good old-fashioned fucking.

There’s one thing Dean wants to know, though. “Hey,” he says.

“Mm?”

“You said this wasn’t just to say thanks,” Dean reminds him. “What was it for?”

“‘S our anniversary,” Sam tells him sleepily.

Dean frowns. “No, that’s not today.”

“No, not us,” Sam clarifies, wriggling backwards until there’s no space between his back and Dean’s chest. “Retirement. Been a year.”

“Oh.” Dean blinks. He had no idea it’d been that long already. “Man, time really flies, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sam hums in agreement. “Let’s hope we get many more.”

“Yeah,” says Dean, and tightens his hold on Sam. He doesn’t say it out loud, but even if Billie were to come for them tomorrow — or, hell, right this instant — he’d die a happy man. He’s lived his life, he’s done his part, and now he’s got nothing to do but live. And maybe this isn’t the conventional apple pie life he wanted, but it’s real, and he gets to spend it with the love of his life, his damn soulmate — and that’s better than anything he could ever have asked for.

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And he doesn’t reconsider it even when Sam brings home a fucking parakeet two months later, though he’s sorely tempted to. Still, he figures, watching in resignation as Sam tries to train Joshua the parakeet to say “Cristo” — it’s still perfect. His life, despite the alarming amount of animals in it now, is perfect.

And then Sam catches him looking, and smiles, wide and so beautiful and bright and radiant, and Dean thinks, fuck it. There’s not a damn thing he would change about any of it. There’s not a damn thing that needs changing.

They’ve got all the time in the world.

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so there it is!! i’m not gonna say the end, because i really do not want it to be. instead i’m just gonna say thank you, for all the fun i’ve had and for how much you’ve made me smile with your wonderful comments and your general sweetness. i really truly hope we can continue to be friends even though wincestmas has now come to an end.

lots and lots of love, wincestmas anon (who will soon not be anonymous at all) ❤️

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@thelegendofwinchester MY FRIEND! I’m so glad we found each other! This was the most amazing end to Wincestmas that I could have asked for!  I just need one thing. What did Bruce look like? Was he orange and striped by any chance? (I’m j/k. But really, I DO want to know.)  

This has been the MOST fun! I’m so glad we became friends on this amazing journey. You are stuck with me forever. And now, of course, I’m going to write a “just because” fic for youuuuu. (So let me know what you like!)

This was honestly the sweetest thing and I’m so happy that I participated in this challenge. Thank you, thank you, thank you for making my start to 2020 so fun and Wincesty! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[elizaviento]

Manipulation (part 15)

NSFW – 1650 words

(FYI: This story is a sequel/companion piece to Assimilation, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog’s description along with additional chapters of Manipulation.  Or, you can click the #manipulation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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“I need to suck your cock,” she panted, scrambling from my lap to drop to her knees before me.

“Take – take that dress off first.  Lemme see your tits.”

As she stood again to unzip and shimmy the dress from her fabulous body, I surveyed her handiwork on my slacks.  “You made such a mess, sweetheart,” I groaned, rubbing the soaked bulge before unbuckling my belt and loosening the fly.  A pretty blush crept up her neck and cheeks as she settled back on her knees before me.

“Hey,” I said, just as she was poised to swallow my dick down her throat.  She only flicked her eyes upward to meet with mine, awaiting my instruction.  “Rub your clit while you suck me.  But – but don’t cum.  Just get – keep that pussy nice and w-wet for me, baby.”

Dropping one hand between her thighs to obey, she proceeded to wrap the other around the base of my cock.  Immediately I hissed and involuntarily bucked into her hand like an eager teenage boy getting his very first hand job.  But, when she swirled the head of my cock with the flat of her tongue, the hiss I had initially issued morphed into a deep moan.  Then, straightening her spin for a better angle, she hovered her mouth just on the tip before relaxing her throat and sinking down until her nose made contact with my fucking pubic hair.  What a champ...

“Oh, ohh, ahh!  Jesus!” I cried as she pulled up and sank back down, twisting her head slightly from side to side when the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. Coming up for air, she swept her hair from her face and began to coat her hand, making eye contact with me as she licked her palm and each individual finger.

“Fuck, those eyes…” I breathed, reaching forward to push a stray lock behind her ear as she shyly shifted her gaze from mine.  Yet, she still managed – from the motion of her arm in my line of sight – to continue rubbing her clit, just like I’d asked.  “I can hear you rubbing yourself, baby. Does – does that feel g– AHH GOD!”

I could only guess at the smirk coloring her features at her accomplishment as she grasped my dick fully in her now soaked palm and stroked it – twisting and applying more pressure when she reached the tip – and dipped her head to run her tongue across my balls before sucking one and then the other gently into her mouth.

“Is that good?” she asked sweetly and almost innocently, repeating the lick and suck maneuver while she awaited my reply.

“Yeah – oh, ohh, fuuuck – yeah, my good girl. Ah! Fucking perfect.”

At this point, I was full on fucking into her hand, keeping perfect rhythm of upward thrusts as she stroked down, my hands clamped on the edge of the sofa cushions for leverage.  And, soon enough, she’d brought me to the brink.

“Baby – s-sweetheart,” I sighed as she rose back up and followed the motion of her hand with her mouth, re-coating my cock with her warm saliva.  Threading my fingers through silken locks, I gathered it at the back of her head to anchor a firm hold.  If I didn’t stop her soon, I’d be painting the back of her throat which sounded amazing, but not nearly close to how I wanted to finish this evening. “I gotta – you – y-you want Daddy to fuck you?”  She moaned around my cock, slowing down just as my hands tightened their grip on her scalp. “Yeah?” I asked again, now halting her movements altogether.  “You want Daddy’s cock deep in that cunt, sweet girl?”

For a moment, I internally cringed at my continued use of the cliché moniker. That is, until she released my cock with a gasp and cried, “Yes!  Please, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” I growled, dislodging the hand still wrapped around my dick and yanking her upward; dragging her onto the couch until she was pinned on her stomach with her shoulder bent at an odd angle.  Jesus fuck, Sanchez – you’re gonna break her damn arm if you can’t keep your shit together, I scolded myself, releasing her hand so that she could stretch her arm down her body and prop herself up on her elbows.

Now that she was no longer twisted like a pretzel, I shifted my position so that I was leaning forward on my knees to straddle her thighs from behind, grinding my hard on against the smooth skin of her ass.  Then, I caught her peeking from over her shoulder as I stripped my lap coat and sweater, circling my hands on either side of her hips to coax her up to her knees.  Now seemingly running on autopilot, I grasped my cock and slid the head up and down her wet slit – teasing myself just as much as I was teasing her – before pressing forward as slowly as I could until her needy whine and hasty attempt at a backward thrust pulled a chuckle from chest.

“Always so – so eager for me,” I teased, gripping her hips harder and pushing forward millimeter by agonizing millimeter.  As much as her pussy was demanding that I pound it senseless – as evidenced by the way she attempted to rut back against me – I couldn’t stop myself from reveling in the feel of her body; smoothing my hands to sweep over her lower back, slide under to brush her stomach and glide back around to cup and squeeze her ass.  But, when I leaned further over her kneeling form to place a kiss to the back of her neck, she noticeably tensed and clenched her fists, panting hard and fast.

“You okay, Chicken?” I asked, hardly registering that I’d felt the need to ‘check in’.

“Uh huh,” she choked out.  “You just feel so good.”

“So do – y-you feel amazing, baby,” I said, pulling out entirely and then sinking in all the way in one fluid stroke.  “So warm and wet.”

“Oh god, Rick!”  Her body had collapsed entirely on the couch as she cried out.  As I leaned over her prone form again, she pushed herself back up on her elbows, taking my cock even deeper as my hands roamed to cup her breasts and roll each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers.

“I love hearing y-y-you saying my name,” I said, pulling out – the position over her body only allowing half way – and sinking back in.

“Rick, please,” she begged, looking back at me.  Her pained expression sent a lightning bolt straight to my cock.

“Mmm – okay, baby.  Daddy’s gonna – gonna take good care of you,” I crooned, leaning back up to finally give her what she needed.  But, instead of the fast, rough pace of our previous couplings, I remained steady and slow and deliberate with each thrust – savoring the sensation.

To my surprise, she couldn’t stop the constant stream of moaning cries or the chanting of my name as I fucked her slow and deep, nearly bottoming out each time. Then, as her cunt began to clinch, I slowed the pace to keep her on the edge for as long as possible before swiping the pads of my fingers across her clit, just once, on a downward journey of my hands.

“Oh god – oh my god,” she panted, trembling like a leaf as I leaned over her again, pushing in deep, pressing my chest to her back.

“You like that?” I rasped in her ear, swiping her clit once more.  She buried her face into the cushion and sobbed in what seemed like frustration, balling her hand into fists.  “You – you want more?  Tell me, sweetheart.”  I swiped again, this time adding more pressure.

“Yes! Please!” she cried, her voice thick.  And, finally, I relented – rising to my knees behind her and quickening my pace to something more savage and needy, rocking her body back and forward with quick, hard, deep thrusts that had her literally gasping and screaming like a banshee.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted in time with each thrust, my hands digging bruises on her hips.  I could feel my voice become thick and raspy as I commanded, “Cum on my dick, baby.  Say my name again.”  I continued to roughly circle her clit until her pussy clenched tightly around my cock and something between a moan, a scream and a sob escaped her in the shape of my name as she came – each pulse causing her body to spasm and jerk.

I continued to pound into her, rougher and more erratic, as her muscles completely liquefied and she sank into the cushions.  She stretched her arms above her and gripped the arm of the couch, locking her elbows to prevent her upper body from rocking forward and back before encouraging – “Yeah – that’s it baby.  Cum for me, Daddy.”

“Ah SHIT!” I roared, gripping her hips with both hands again and slamming inside her one last time as my cocked swelled and pulsed, filling her up entirely.  “Oh fuck – oh Christ,” I groaned, slumping over top of her.

“Rick,” she wheezed, trying to wiggle out from under me.  “Rick, I can’t breathe.”

“Oops,” I chuckled, planting my palms on either side of her head to peel my front from her back.  As I rose to a kneeling position and pulled out, an impressive amount of my jizz flowed from her cunt directly onto the sofa.

“Oh, gross!” she exclaimed, sitting as even more leaked from between her thighs. “Well, your couch is ruined.”

I laughed and she glanced toward me with a brow raised in question.

“Baby, t-t-that’s not the first jizz stain on the couch and it won’t – I-I-I doubt it will be the last.”

To be continued...

[losing-my-will]

Unspoken

Words: 3.786

Explicit/Mature

Warning: Menstruation talk.

A/N: I’ve created this monstrosity back in June whilst I was in the middle of one of my worst cramps. I don’t know why but it simply came to my mind. This drabble/one-shot heavily mentions menstruation; so! If you’re not comfortable with this topic I advise you to back off.  No smut, I’m not ready to write that stuff (even if I consumed it like crack) *I also want to believe that woman’s bleedings was treated as a taboo back in Berk*.

I want to apologize every mistake (grammatically) that you might find in this… thing. And keep in mind that English is not my mother tongue *laughs nervously*

Takes place in Rtte.  

Summary: She felt as her womb punches itself and her insides ripple apart, she senses the sick nausea, and the spinning surroundings. And through the suffering, she mutters her prays: “Thor finish this Hel!”

Indeed, he sends help.

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A bad odor wakes him up; raw fish flesh with a mix of chicken floods his nasals. Confusion crawl on his mind when, once again, the warm breath hit his face, sending the reek of animal’s guts. Though not the worst of the smells, if is compared with the inners of a yak, is not anybody likely first choice for a good-morning-slash-welcome-to-your-nose. True is the repugnance stirred him, and so he completely sat up on the wooden mattress.

The boy’s eyelids slide open and soon his whole vision field came occupied by a blue, scaly head, “Stormfly?” He greeted happy and confused at the same time, “What brought you here, girl? Everything okay?” he petted her snout looking for answers on those pair of anxious, yellows eyes.  

The dragon squeaked, and the boy soon recognizes; it wasn’t a good replied. His current visit started trotting around his room, like she was impatient.

“Is it Toothless?” Eyeing up his fellow friend to make sure he was there, he was; asleep on his rock, not affected by the tumultuousness. Confusion strikes again.

“No…?” the boy continue without understand the eagerness in Stormfly’s behavior.  There was only one answer left, but he doesn’t want to ponder in worry too much.

“Is it… is it Astrid?” He asks carefully. There’s no other reason her dragon would be in his hut. Astrid could have sent Stormfly to search him, like he did countless time with Toothless. Maybe she was stuck in a little trouble. He asks to the dragon, but the creature squeaked again with the same tone. “Stormy… does Astrid has a problem?” He insists.  

She cranes her neck to one side to another whilst stretching her wings, appearing done with his questions. This causes a sleepy Toothless growl in his sleep.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Take me to her.” As soon the words leave him, the dragon wrapped his slim arms with her talons. She takes a leapt and in no minute both were in the entrance of Astrid’s hut. Hiccup is still proud for this subconscious decision. Yes, he had his feelings for her well accepted and well evolved, but when he came to organized Dragon’s Edge, a tingling, distant voice on the back of his mind told him to put Astrid as close to him he could. And he obeyed, leaving it as a normal thing, she was after all his most trusty friend (alongside Toothless) she came as his natural second choice for an advice or simply company. Astrid was and will always be his second-in-command.    

So when the seriousness of this situation finally hit on him, his heart swells and in his stomach placed a sentiment of unease.

He hurried to the open door and hastily runs inside; all other thoughts disappeared except for the one and only coherent one yelling at him for a blonde with sapphire eyes.

“Astrid!” no replied… but whines, “Astrid?” he tries again.

In the heavy silence of the cold hut he distinguish vaguely, if his thoughts could shut up, feminine breathy moans. Hiccup blushes in an instant, “Ahh, Stormfly… why-why did you… brought me here?” The Nadder pushes him to keep going, but the boy was reluctant, “N-no. Girl, A-Astrid has no problem…. I think”

The dragon ignored him once again a proceeded on her insistence. Hiccup could only hold his breath.

‘Fine’

Hiccup conjured all kinds of Vikings songs to block the enticing noises coming from the illuminated loft, concentrate in their words and rhythm so he could hums them to himself while climbing the ladder.

The way up felt like an eternity, but he finally makes it. The sounds didn’t stopped though, so when Hiccup finished with the last steps and planted his metal food on the floor the auburn haired man covered his eyes in a swift move.

“Hiccup!” the maiden-shield shrieked.

“A-Astrid! I’m so sorry, so sorry, forgive me please. Don’t cut any part of my being! I already lost a foot. Stormfly practically kidnapped me and brought me here. I swear to all the gods I didn’t want to interrupt you!” the poor boy stammered like never before, flustered and ashamed and honestly scared to shit, it was just yesterday when he gladly sharpened Astrid’s axe.

It was long moment before any of the young adults said something, not even the crickets were heard. Then a rare bravery came to Hiccup, a boldness that for sure would sign the future of his maleness.

… Or so he thought.

He carefully unwrapped his palms away from his face, but before taken a few steps back just to be sure.  

The sight was… unbelievable.

Astrid Hofferson, best warrior of Berk, ideal shield-maiden with an aim flawless like any adult. Childhood crush and his second-hand. Stood in the middle of her loft on wobbly legs, with a shame imprinted across her beautiful face and her puffy, red eyes. Her hands cupped her crotch with a fierce grasp and… and her bare thighs were smeared in blood.  Thick, crimson blood; all way down to her glued knees. She wasn’t wearing her leggings nor her skirt. The clothes were thrown at the bottom of her bed aside with her metal shoulder pads that leave her only with her blue vest and nothing more, none wrist-covers to make her feel less naked.

“Hiccup” she whispers, a sob manages to escape mingled with her pleads. “Get out” she commands, but no authority stands with it. Another sob build up on her throat and the boy was motionless as a rock, “Hiccup, I said get the fuck off”

“Astrid-”

The girl seems like she find her strength within the mess her mind was at the moment, “What the fuck you’re doing here?”

“Storm-”

“Yes, I know! I heard you the first time”

“Please-” but he was interrupted again.

“Why are you still here?” she barks the question, expecting a quick answer so she could reach her axe and chop his head off. Tears sprinted out and furiously streamed down her flushed cheeks.

“You need help” was his last statement.

“I don’t need the help of anybody” she retorts with an angriness capable to make Stoick the Vast shiver.

With great courage, the Viking boy took two steps close to the young girl, “I heard you”

“Yeah? So your nosy being decided to come up as an intruder?! I’ve been dealing with this since I was twelve. Get out!”

Hiccup ignored all what she was saying, “No”

“Hicc-” she meant to scream at the annoying, stubborn handsome man who; with all good intentions wanted to help her- that she was fine and he could fuck himself. However, her body saw appropriated to contradict her words and make her bend over her belly, “Shit!” she screeches.

“Astrid!” he caught her before the shield maiden could land on her face, “See!” it was his turn to yell at her, “You’re not okay! Quit that attitude of toughness! And accept me!” thank to all the Gods above none of the two have the chance to see the double meaning his words could signify.  

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s never this bad-” another rush of pain cut off her apolitically sentence, the agonic yelp tore his heart.  

“This’s not the first time?” Hiccup asks with widen eyes. ‘How many times?’

Astrid shakes her head, “Mmf! N-no!” she struggles to say. Hiccup doesn’t need her to talk if she’s apparently suffering this much.

“It’s okay! It’s okay. Don’t speak, you shouldn’t-”

Nonetheless, the Viking girl was thick in the head just like every proud Viking, “Bath! I need a bath! Please Hiccup” The boy nods. In hope she’s not going to gash his limbs later, he picks her up with one arm holding her back and the other hooked under her knees.

“Astrid, cling your arms around my neck” he softly suggested.

“No” at the mention of such –very scandalous- idea, the shield-maiden spin her head towards him, horror clear as water in the blue of her eyes.

Hiccup tries with a reassuring smile whilst he explains, “Astrid, is for the better”

“How?”

“You’re uncomfortable in this position, you’ll not if you do what I tell you” Is not like he desires to see there like a lecherous creep, though probably that’s exactly what Astrid’s thinking.

“You know nothing” she claims.

“My lady, do you trust me?” Emerald locks with sapphire, sincerity pours over the two Vikings. Of course she trusts him, as much as he does on her. They rely in each other. They’d knowledge for a long time ago that, in the future- they’ll be connected in a level of intimacy above the current. But not yet. And Astrid was afraid of showing that vulnerability, or in general.

“Astrid…” the girl knew she had to do a decision, he was here to offer a hand, and she was more than aware that Hiccup wouldn’t harm her, nor physically or in the emotional ambit. Hiccup wouldn’t take an advantage not even if he were drunk. This bareness and taking-care matter was just for this one night. Just for tonight.

“Okay” she mutters.  

She slowly raises the only hand that protects her intimacy, revealing the source of the red patches now dried on the smooth skin. Her fingertips were too stained with the curious smelly blood.

“My Lady, don’t cry” Hiccup swept away the lonely tear running down with his thumb. Continuing as he wraps a blond lock and twirls it with his pinky; at the corny action Astrid can only giggle.

The first months on the Edge, the group and their dragons found a refreshing spring within the forest of the island, surrounded with big rocks and thick bush to give a better privacy to whoever ever comes there and takes a bath. It was like that for maybe the first six months, with the idea that winter didn’t hit strong in that zone; inside baths weren’t planned. And then the seven month came, they were surprised when a blizzard arrived full force; a unique in their kind.  

Hiccup instantly started the additional construction in all the huts. The first he made was for Astrid (for birthday occasion) a secret gift well hidden under the circumstances. “Hiccup, down the hall, left” Astrid guides. He knows where it is.

They stride down the ladder, with restless thoughts if this was a fantasy, if the Gods were just playing with them out of boredom. Stormfly was behind them, prepared for any duty she’ll be ordered to do. “Sit me on stool” Astrid says sweetly, “the buckets are under that table, they’re already filled with water” The boy smiles, she was responsible as ever. Every rider has to fill their buckets every night, so they’d have water equipped in any case during midnight. Astrid, Fishlegs and he were, as expected, the only ones who remembered.  

In the next minutes, Hiccup rolled up sleeves and started his task in prepare the bath following Astrid’s instructions. The Viking boy gush two water buckets onto the tiny wooden tub, and asked nicely to the blue dragon to light up a small flame underneath. Astrid sighs once she sees steam coming out.

“I think is ready” Hiccup proclaims when he takes out the middle finger he sank previously, confirming the water was heated enough not to burn her skin.  

“Good” she grins excited, desperate to disappear in the warmth of the object-of-her-relieves, though faltered when she felt a spurt. Astrid chewed her bottom lip to calm herself when anew tears treated to dart.

He notice her stiffness; “Astrid, It’s okay” He simpered.

“Hiccup- you know nothing” the shield-maiden gives up. For some reason Hiccup flinches at the disappointed tone in her voice.

“Not if you don’t explain me”

But Astrid clamped shut her lips, not wanting to slip any information. She resolute her inner angst and with a tired sigh rose from the chair, her hands were back to her loins.

“Wanna help?”

She shook her head ‘I can do this alone’. But four steps tell otherwise. Hiccup hastens towards the petite figure who shudders violently on the floor. “No” she pushes him away, trying for a second time.  

“Astrid, please” Both young adults wrestle for a moment.

Why it is so difficult to her? Hiccup questions himself while he seeks for that face contorted in a grimace of discomfort.  

Why he insist so much?  Astrid wants to guess.

“Wait right here” And leaves Astrid alone; kneeling over her own puddle and with an incredible soreness.  Without his presence by her side the shield-maiden surprisingly sees herself much smaller, unprotected… no, she has watched her back since her first axe was giving to her in her fourth birthday.  But this boy here… maybe she has to thank all the gods for this amazing human being by her side; who obviously tries to make the situation less rigid and less awkward, he’s here for her as a good friend, isn’t he?

That same realization makes Astrid talk, “Hurry up”

“Yeah, just… looking… where do you put them? … Oh!”

“What are you doing?” Through the painful flex of her lower muscles she actually laughs. Hiccup’s good vibes sometimes can be very contagious.

“Cloths”

“Oh”  

“Yeah, uh. It’s just, that- well… a lot is coming out of you-”

“Shut up and help me”

“Yes, my lady” With a tenderness he only uses when training dragons- lays a hand on her shoulder blade and the right embraced around her narrow ribcage, both Vikings walked unceremoniously till the awaited bath.

“Don’t look” she snaps. Hiccup turns around; a crack in the opposite wall suddenly becomes more interesting. “Um…” lazy rustles are listens behind him, “I want to- fuck!”

He blushes, “Everything okay there?” How many times she had cursed this night? Well, Clan Hofferson is mostly known for their courage, loyalty, their fearlessness, have generation after generation where the majority born boys –a great (and half unpleasant) surprise in Astrid’s birth- had gave to Berk excellent warriors, and own quite the filthy mouth.

“Y-yes…just- just minor inconveniences”

“If you say so”

More movements combined with low whines and soft groans, more water shiftiness next to pleasure sighs, “Pass me those cloths you collected, please” When turning on his heel, Hiccup gape at the marvelous scene; Astrid in bindings, she had discharged her vest at some point. He shakily handles her the ragged pieces, trying his best not to graze not even his nail with her hot skin. Thankfully the ambiance has fogged a bit, blocking southern view of the tub.

The blonde caught his stare though, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “What?” he exhales.

“You don’t look like you’re okay” He shrugs as a reply, “Hiccup-!”

“Astrid you’re naked! Wait! Before you kill me” he quickly amends, rising palms like he is surrendering, probably at her mighty rage, “It’s hard to bear, uh… it’ll best if I go”  

“No!” she answers fast.

He halts, furrowing browns and taking further steps towards her, “You want me here?”

“First I want to thank you. Even if this situation is the weirdest, per say bizarre we’ve been together, I can’t ask for a better companion. I’m sure by now you’re conscious of the differences in my treatment with each one of you, and though I care for you all, I-” she sighs, “I trust blindly on you, Hiccup. You show me a possibility to change this world back then when I was only fifthteen. I kept your greatest secret and you confident me the craziest plan I’ve heard, even knowing I could you beat you up for putting your life in the line. I was one of the first and few to see your amputee leg and cure your charred skin … and look over your stump. So thank you, due I’m not allowed to ask the Gods for a better friend because it’s already here, I earned it and …” She beckoned him closer with a gesture of her wrist, “… It’s you”

He kneels besides the tub, fiddling inside the water to hold her hands, “You’re not dying, are you?”

She simpered, “No, Hiccup, I’m not dying” but she scowls, “I thought you knew about this thing. You are amongst us the most highly educated, ya’ know, being future chief and all that…” she waves it of letting her point settle, “… your education was far superior”  

“Exactly, I was educated to be a chief; oratory to refine speeches and geography to carry out the invasions those speeches spoke of”

“But your father never told-”

“Grandfather” he clarifies, “and his father, and his grand-grandfather; all who came before. I was instructed with old books”

“Still, he taught you to read and write at the age of four”

“Yes-”

“Meanwhile, my younger self had have to wait at her seven years old”

He chuckles, “I couldn’t do anything back then”

“Maybe advice your father” she growls and punches him hard.

“I wasn’t even aware” he continues laughing.

“Anyways, I did thought you knew about the blood moons”

“Well” he scratches behind his neck, “when my father gave me the talk of swords and sheds, he mentioned of a time in which men cannot touch woman”

Astrid nods.

“But you’re not going to bleed to death, are you?” His concern anchor a spring in her heart. He is so sweet to her. And Astrid hates when the throbbing grows with such a potent vigor.

“No. You can leave it, seriously. I’m good” and she smiles, “Gothi calls it Blood Moons, they last three to five days, and every woman has it”

“Is there a cure?” Before answering, Astrid burst in an uncontrollable attack of cackles- much to Hiccup bemuse.

“Once you reach the forties, for some reason” she shrugs, “Its stops”

“But you’re hurt”

“Not… quite. Symptoms are unstoppable bleeds, extremely hurtful cramps, swings moods, and more and more bullshit. It also stops when a woman gets pregnant, but comes back when the stage is over” while she briefly explains a sudden urgent to hide her body overwhelms her; Astrid conveys deeper in the water, her breast bindings dampening, “It’s just one of the many obstacles of being a woman. I’ve carried it since I’m twelve. I know what to do when this Hel whips in” she gives him the widen of her smirks, “I comfort myself with the knowledge that this’s just for a short moment”

“You said this time was worse” Hiccup scowls.

“Yes. Gothi once informed me that if I pressure myself too much in training sessions, exists a possibility that my cramps might be worst later”

“And as the stubborn Viking you are, didn’t listen to her”

“You think I’m gonna let this stupidity stalls me?” she spats.

“That’s certainly not you”

“Exactly!”

Both Vikings chuckles, Hiccup’s glad to see Astrid more relaxed, though still baffle that she let him in and care for her, “Thanks for trust so much in me. Even if you’re not entirely naked, I-”

“Confused? Because I’m not ripping you apart?”

He nods.

She shrugs, “I’m just happy. Now I can really say that I have someone who tolerates”

He was about to ask what about Ruff, but he doesn’t want a picture of the female twin bleeding on his brain now, “Perhaps you are wishing for your mother to be here”

“True, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll chose you out the equation”

Hiccup raised his head and thick brows at her. Have he heard well?

“I have to finish scrub. Could you do me favor?”

“Anything”

“Bring clean clothes. There’s a trunk in my room where I keep my stuff. You’ll find a green tunic in plain sight”

“Something else?”

“White bands” He gulps. She is practically asking for undergarments. Hiccup rushed stairs up, concentrating in what he was told; at least this solitude gifts a wee freedom for his thoughts. This whole night has been a perpetual incident after incident. Trust reaffirmed but unspoken words continue hanging between both dragon riders. Soon, he hopes.

“Here it is! Tunic and und- bands” He says whilst holding each in each hand. Water brackets around her toned legs as she shifts within the tub receiving her possessions with an appreciative glint in her eyes

“Thank you. Turn around, please”

“Yep”

A few minutes passes before Astrid finalize, “I’m done”

Hiccup confronts her again. A smile spreads over his freckled face. She looks so cute; soft and cute really, the tunic barely reaches her creamy thighs, and she had released her long, wavy golden hair from her usually eccentric braid. “You’re good, my lady?”

“I feel so tired, but I’m hungry too” explains resting her palms over her tummy.

“I got apples from our last visit to the Northern Market”

She beams, “You do?”

“In my hut”

“Oh, nah, I don’t wanna wait. I have better” She cocked her hip one side; her usual arrogance was coming slowly, but secured.

“What can possibly win apples?”

“Honey”

The pair smirks.

“You proclaimed it, my lady”

“Shut up, dork”

The young adults sat on the table situated close the hearth, which Stormfly has had lighted a while ago, thankfully.

“Listen, I’m gonna be blunt” she sighs, “I don’t think this is going to happen again, but believe me when I say: I’m so, so grateful to have you here. I owe Stormfly a lot”

“No, I’m not going to take you for granted when this night’s over if you think that. A friend’s duty is care for its friends; even if they’re annoying, or spits facts like no end or if they’re stubborn…” he trails it off and Astrid snorts, “I do wish you’ve told me this… particular problem before”

“Well, partially. Not yet”

“Of course, I didn’t intently push you, did I?”

Her bloody-pumping organ broadens once more, “May I hug you?”

He barely nods before he realizes having a shuddering blonde-headed figure within his lanky arms.

“Thank you so much, Hiccup” she whispers against his muscled chest. She thanked not only because she went lack of speak, but because this moments; briefs occasions- were so difficult to her. Her mother understood to a point, but Ingrid Hofferson taught her daughter to be stronger than that, and his father was unbeknownst as any other Viking male. Therefore, her silly mind thought the auburn-haired boy would ran as soon he saw her weakness. But she smacked herself for even let that cross her head; of all the things Astrid Hofferson had learned is that Hiccup Haddock was no traditional man. With that affirmation settling, she snuggled tightly to him.

That night at the Edge, two wild hearts fluttered together at a same tempo.

[sporadic-writer]

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

Not a proposal fic just so ya know lol! That’s too predictable off the title for me ;)

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: my usual ones. Swearing is the main one. There are some suggestice joke as the end. No smut or anything like that. As always, if you don’t like it, stop reading.

Summary: what girl ever complained about diamonds?

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You sat on the couch in a New York apartment with your laptop wide opened. A quizlet was displayed and your notebook was spread open right beside it. An exam was stressing you out and after a whole Saturday of studying you just wanted Tom to come back. He was out doing press stuff. It wasn’t planned, and that’s why you were there alone. You didn’t mind though, he had work to do and despite him feeling bad, you prided yourself on being a chill girlfriend. The two of you met while he was working at a Comic Con type thing, so the last thing you were going to do was get mad at him doing his job. Plus, it was too early for you to get mad a little stuff. The studying you were doing was put to a halt when your phone screen lit up. The message made you smile.

Hey love, on my way back. Put your notes away and get a movie ready! I grabbed chinese and know we both need an easy night. xx

The fact that he actually put x’s at the end always makes your stomach flip.

Thank god! All these terms are killing me.. i miss you. and yes, ik it’s only been like half a day.

You put your phone down and got Netflix ready. To be honest, you were really giddy he was coming back. He just made life easier. You were calm with him. The same went for him with you. He loved dating a normal girl who dealt with normal problems like school, stupid friend drama, and other things that distracted him from acting life. When he walked in the door of his apartment, the mere sight of you on the couch with a blanket over you made him swoon for crying out loud. Not to mention, the smile on your face was one of his favorite things.

“Food!” You got up from the couch and walked over to grab the bag of Chinese out of his arms. He laughed as you walked to the kitchen. Your leggings grabbed his attention for a minute. So he decided to appreciate his girl. 

Looking back up and walking to the kitchen he spoke to you. “Wow I feel special. Nothing like being put second to honey chicken and beef with noodles.”

“Aw babe you know I’m happy you’re back too.” You kissed his cheek and wrapped your arms around his waist. You felt him hum while he unpacked the food. “Although... the fried rice that comes with my chicken is damn good. Ahh haha stop that!” He began poking your sides. Luckily he stopped and you grabbed your food and plopped yourself onto the couch again. He followed suit and you played Sixteen Candles. While you ate and the movie played, you chatted about his day, and you told him about the joys of studying. Over time the movie was over, food was put away, and each of you were cuddled into each other as Pulp Fiction played.

“Oh hey! I got something for you the other day. Let me go get it.” You scooted as he got up. Your gaze followed him in curiosity. What did he get you? Quickly he came back and sat back down with a little velvet box in his hand. “Save the joke, not an engagement ring.”

“You know me too well. Plus, we’ve been seeing each other for only like a month and a half. Also, my mom would kill you for not consulting her before proposing. She does this for a living after all.” He handed you the box and with opened it with a smile. It faded however when you saw its contents.

He noticed the change. “Do you not like them? I thought they matched the ring you always wear.”

“No no Tom these are the most stunning earrings I’ve ever seen. But it’s too much! These are Harry Winston for fucks sake. Shhiit.” You held up the box and examined them. They really were incredible, but you weren’t about to let him spend all of this on you.

He pushed the box down and kissed you. Damn him if you didn’t melt right there on the couch. “Yes, they were expensive. But they are my gift to you. The whole semester you have been working your ass off and I have the cash to spare. Not to sound like a douche, but, movie star. So accept them and be grateful dammit! Let me spoil you a little. If it makes you feel better, it won’t be a regular thing.”

Your eyes met his. You could see how much he wanted to treat you to this gift. “God they are so stunning. Ugh thank you so much. You really are the best aren’t you?” He nodded yes in a smug manner and you rolled your eyes laughing. Looking back at them, you got lost in the sparkles. “I think I love them more than you actually.” The words you spoke were quiet, almost like thinking out loud, but he heard you. Your head snapped up and met his eyes. They were big and your heart froze. You were terrified. “I- I’m sorry that just slipped out. Shit please don’t freak. Let’s just go back to the movie.”

“Whoa whoa baby relax. You aren’t freaking me out here. I may be a guy, but you think I get any girl Harry Winston jewelry? I know the significance of those. The feeling is mutual.”

“You don’t think it’s too early? Because I almost told you the last week when you surprised me on campus. I really didn’t wanna freak you out.”

He pulled you close. “Not a chance. I love you too. I really do.”

“We lucked out with each other didn’t we? Gotta thank Caitlin for taking me to that Marvel event.” You put the earrings in and kissed Tom again. He pushed your hair back and admired how you looked with them in, stunning.

“They are just as stunning as you darling. Now since they were expensive, and you made the crack about loving them more than me, I expect some action tonight.” You burst into laughter and shoved him playfully. “Just some third base action at least. Maybe let me take a photo of you in them, and just them.”

“I take it back. You’re a dick!” The laughing continued and then so did the cuddling.

“Now we are even for the Chinese food joke. I’m only kidding.” With the blanket pulled over you both again, he didn’t see your hand move up his leg until he felt it squeeze his thigh.

“I mean, I could thank you properly couldn’t I? It’s only polite.” You giggled as he rolled on top of you on the couch. The movie was now long forgotten.

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Just a blurb I wrote to get my mind off of exams and all my school work. I hope you liked it. Be nice if there’s feedback. Like and reblog! :)

[221bshrlocked]

Your ask box is gonna be full Of panties and screams for Seb!

Once again I lost the ask for the archaeologist Seb one but you know who you are who requested this so I hope you enjoy it :) NSFW gifs under cut…this came out longer than expected btw.

He was being an asshole. He knew he was. But he also knew that he couldn’t show any signs of preferences towards the TAs. It’s not like any of them worked under him to begin with or needed to be on his good side to get a job. On the contrary, none of them ever even took his courses before. But he was replaced last minute as the linguistics pro on the dig team. So in reality, he didn’t even have the right to criticize your work.

But he just couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to see that blush going down your neck so often and sure as hell wasn’t about to compliment you to see it. Whatever he could do just so he doesn’t stare at your sweaty skin for too long. God damn every time you were in one of the dig holes, he’d see you moving so eloquently around and making sure everything was perfect and it was such a weird turn on. The way you ordered the less experienced students around or helped them with something they were about to royally fuck up.

The things he’d do to have you moaning beneath him. He thought for a split second you were interested as well, the way you licked your lips whenever he blurted out those stupid ‘fun facts,’ but there was no way. And then there was the shameless checking out when he lifted the tools and set them in the cars. He’d hate to admit it but he always put on a show whenever you were around, choosing to do extra work just to show off. It was so stupid though because you wouldn’t look at him while there were guys your age here. Right?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you laughing and joking around with another TA, beer in one hand and books on the floor while you kept on fanning yourself.

“It’s a bull hunt not a fucking war with the goats Matt!” You recorded some more stuff before smiling at something he said. “Oh you can’t possibly believe that do you.”

“All I’m saying is, he’s just comparing himself with the ‘victorious bull’…doin the nasty business with the great royal wife. I’m telling you, there are some inuendoes in there.”

“Okay first of all, no. Just no. The Bull Hunt Scarab of Amenhotep III has nothing to do with whatever the fuck you’re saying alright. Now, if you really want to read some sexy stuff, check out the letters with the Hittites. Oh man, I ship those kings so hard.” He splashed water on you and you started laughing again, eyes falling on Sebastian and suddenly losing your train of thoughts because the things this man could do to you just from giving you the death stare.

“What’re we talking about?” He came and sat down opposite of you, making Matt straighten up and snort before he shook his head.

“I was just telling Y/N over here that the Egyptians liked to hide some personal things in their stelas.”

“It’s a scarab not a stela.” You corrected him, not wanting to look up or say anything else because of course Sebastian was going to tell you that you’re wrong.

“The one from his 2nd regnal year?” He kept on looking at you writing stuff down, his eyes following the sweat dripping between your cleavage.

“Yeah. I was just telling him that Queen Tiye’s name appears in many inscriptions like this one because she was deified.”

“Well, she was deified later in Upper Nubia but not during the time this scarab was made so I wouldn’t say that.” He chuckled, blinking and looking away when you gave him that look.

“She was the most influential woman during his reign…is that a better reason?” You couldn’t help but slap back at him, the heat going straight to your head. “I- well I was just saying…” Sebastian stuttered, making you mentally pat yourself on the back.

“But yes you are right. It’s for that reason that he called her-”

“bi3it.” You cut him off again, finishing your beer before standing up and excusing yourself.

“What does that mean?” Matt wasn’t following along to any of what just transpired. He did, however, notice the way Sebastian looked at you when you walked back into the house.

“Marvel.”

“You know-” Matt was about to say something when he held up his hands as soon as Sebastian gave him the ‘shut the fuck up’ look he gave the other new students when they didn’t know what the hell was going on.

“Good night professor.” Matt grabbed the rest of the drinks and walked away, leaving Sebastian meditating by himself in front of the fire. He really should apologize he thought to himself. But how? Another few minutes passed before he decided he’ll just do it now before he chickened out.

Putting out the fire, he said goodnight to the workers and told them to take care of the rest of the drinks before walking to your room nervously.

You had the entire third floor to yourself, the other TA’s choosing the second floor where the rooms connected. Sebastian made sure to stay quiet, not wanting to alert anyone at such a late hour. He was about to knock on your door when he heard sighs coming through, his mind frantically thinking of so many scenarios.

Was he too late? Did he misunderstand your conversation earlier and you were actually flirting with Matt? Were you and him a thing? Fuck what if he was in there right now?

He kicked himself and was about to walk away when he heard it. It was so breathy and low but he was sure he heard his name. Pushing the door open just a little, he stopped breathing as soon as he saw what you were doing.

“Yes…yes oh shit Sebastian right there. Want you so bad- ‘m so wet please…please.” Your hands were rubbing furiously through your panties, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples before you moaned his name over and over again. “Got me so wet professor…I want your cock Sebastian…want you to shove that thick, hard cock in my mouth…in oh fuck yess…m-my pussy…any- ahh oh god yesss yes- anywhere you want.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were pleasuring yourself to the thought of him using you. Pleasuring you. Fingering you. Fucking you.

Sebastian’s eyes widened when you rolled over and cried into the covers, almost screaming his name as soon as your fingers punished your clit.

He was so lost into watching you he didn’t notice when you’ve already come and arched your back before you pulled your hands away. But then you kept on grinding against the mattress, wanting a second release and praying his name.

Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore, walking in and making his presence known. As soon as you heard him clearing his throat, you rolled over and sat up, grabbing the covers and throwing them over your chest before your breathing picked up.

“Tsk tsk tsk…I didn’t tell you to do that sweetheart.” He locked the door and approached you slowly, eyes lingering on your still wet fingers before he kneeled in front of the bed. He knew you probably wanted the earth to swallow you at this moment but the refused to pass up an opportunity on teasing you.

“It’s so difficult sometimes…being your professor. Oh wait- I’m not.” He spread your thighs open, fingers inching slowly down your knees before he winked at you. “Which means…I can do this.” Leaning forward, he took your lips in a dizzying kiss, tongue licking and teeth biting at your skin. You so willingly opened your mouth to him, moaning and dropping the covers to pull him by his neck. Within seconds, he was on top of you, hands roaming your body and making you more hot and bothered.

“Do you have any idea how much I thought of pushing the back of your head and your mouth on my cock? Fuck baby girl…and your nose touching my groin.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Here was the man that acted all professional and quiet, whispering the filthiest things to you and cupping your boobs. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, harshly sucking before letting go and licked a stripe between the valley of your breasts.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Sliding my cock out of your mouth? Seeing my cock hard and glistening with your spit…answer me!” Sebastian pulled on your hair, a quick ‘yes sir’ escaping your lips before you thought about it.

“Hmm…good.” He pushed off of you, hands trailing down to your panties before taking them off and shoving them in his pocket. Laying down next to you, he kissed you again before shoving two fingers in your mouth and reclaiming your lips after. Too busy thinking of how amazing of a kisser he was, you didn’t notice his fingers massaging your thighs before attacking your clit again. He had you crying his name within seconds, already sensitive from before.

“God baby you’d take my cock so well too…I just know it. The way you lick your lips when you look at me. It fucking turns me on so much when you walk around in those shorts and tank tops. Making me hard in front of all those students. You enjoy your little teasing don’t you love?”

“Right there Seb ple- oh fuck yes please I’m so close so so close-”

“You’re making me so hard right now Y/N. Feel what you do to me.” He pushed his crotch into your hands, moaning your name when you palmed him through his jeans. “So beautiful Y/N. You ready for my cock? I’ve wanted to feel this pretty little pussy for so long baby you have no idea…fuck you like I own you.” He kissed you again, this time more aggressively than before, like he was a parched man and you were an oasis in the middle of the desert. You felt his hands squeezing your neck before he completely pulled away and started stripping. You kept on playing with yourself, watching him taking his clothes off and suddenly feeling self-conscious because damn he was built like a god.

“I’m gonna make you feel real good Y/N…” As soon as he stepped out of his pants, he gipped your thighs and pushed them wide open, rubbing his hard cock on your wet slit before pushing in agonizingly slowly.

“You want this so bad don’t you? You want it as much as I do…you gonna let me fuck you hard baby girl…shit you’re tight- no-” Sebastian felt one of your thighs shutting slowly, smacking one of them and making you shiver from the contact/ “Keep those legs open…ahhhh fuck yes yes baby.” He drove his cock right into you, hips slamming and making the filthiest sound when they met your ass.

“Oh yeahh….r-right there Seb..you’re so hard for me sir!” You laid your hands on his, holding tightly onto them as he squeezed your hips and dragged you down the bed. He filled you over and over again, the sounds of skin slapping on skin along with your moans the only thing he wanted to hear. “Ohhh fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock.”

Your legs circling around his waist, heels digging into his ass and pulling him further into you.

He couldn’t get the sight of you rolling beneath him out of his mind, still not believing this was real. You threw your head back, hands scratching his head when he leaned down and bit your nipples. He slid in and out, his groin rubbing your clit and before you knew it, you were coming on his cock, pussy clenching and gripping him so tightly he was sure he was going to die.

Sebastian managed to pull out just in time, about to pump his cock when you smacked his hands away and pushed him to lie on his back, getting on your stomach before sucking on the tip of his cock and massaging his balls. He shut his eyes and bucked his hips, coming down your throat and enjoying the feeling of your silky tongue rolling around the tip before he pushed you away.

You both laid there panting, limbs tangled and chests heaving for a good while before he stood up and walked to the bathroom. For a second, you thought he was about to leave. But then he came back with a washcloth and dabbed your skin, smiling when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Would you look at that, he can actually smile.” You joked, giggling when he shook his head and threw the washcloth on the floor. “Only for you sweetheart. Only for you.”

[jstmymagination]

After he dropped Marissa back off to A Safe Place he met up with Tohr at Havers clinic. Tohr wanted to speak with him to possibly get more details about the condition of the patient and the attack. Hello, May I help you gentlemen, said Havers head nurse Julie. Tohr respsond yes, we would like to speak to MD if he is in. He is scheduled to be back in about 5 mins if you guys have time to stick around and wait. They both obliged. Havers finished his transfusion bandaged his arm and rolled his long sleeved shirt back down. On top of that he put on his lab coat check himself in the mirror and headed back upstairs to resume the rest of his day. When he came around the corner he was greeted by 2 of the kings men. One of them being his brother in law Butch. Hello Gentlemen what May I assist you with evening? We would like to speak with regarding the attacked patients Ahh yes, we can step into my office. A few steps up the hallway and they were inside Havers office. The space itself was very cold the walls were covered with degrees from Harvard School of Medicine on his desk sat an MacBook to left of that 2 iPads a phone equipped with intercom and a to the right two 4 x 6 picture frames turned face down. Yes Gentlemen take a seat... I’m sorry if the information I provided to my sister wasn’t quite detailed enough however that’s I all I have to go on. Did anyone of the victims mention where they were or what they were doing when the attack happened. Unfortunately not, by the time they make it to me they are so badly beaten and drained, that the memory is scattered. Well if you hear anything please let us know. Butch started clearing his throat.. how would you like to join us for dinner sometime doc. We are family are we not? I’m willing to leave the past in the past if you are? For my shellens sake I’m asking for you for a family dinner just the three of us, whaddaya say? Havers was completely shocked by the gesture but did accept his brother in law invitation to dinner. He could tell that the warrior was grateful for his acceptance by the look on his face. Yes , I would be honored to have dinner with you and my dear sister. How about this coming Friday night? Friday it is. When they got back in the ESV Tohr looked over at Butch who was looking straight ahead and asked.. what was that about? Butch said would you believe me if I said I have not a fucking clue.. Something Marissa said today at lunch got to me.

How did you get through so many volumes? This stuff so boring. It’s not so bad once you learn my system. The first hundred or so pages are always going to the story of the warriors parents & their lineage. So that’s a blah, blah, blah... bore, bore, bore The next hundred pages always focus on the rearing, training and everything taught prior to them going through the change. I.E. more blah, blah, blah. This is why we want to start each volume on or around page 300. That’s where all the good stuff or need to know information starts. Great let’s skip to page 300 then. Not quite yet ..each of these journals are 500 pages long. You still don’t want to read those 200 pages, trust me. So then the next step is read pages 300 to 350 then skip to page 400 read to the end. I promise you my system works. You will learn everything you NEED to know about each warrior without being bogged down in the minutia. And if you have any questions I will be here to fill in the blanks. Shall we get started then.. Five hours later Lassiter pulled his head out of one of the journals and to see Pea looking stressed and uncomfortable. Are you okay? Yea just a little tired today has been long for me? Can we call it night? Sure you can go ahead up and I will pick up with you tomorrow. Pea went down the hall to room that had been assigned to her. Once inside she locked the door and went straight into bathroom to run warm water in that ginormous bathtub. Her joints were stinging and the make matters worst her stomach was growling. The smoothie only calmed it down for a little while how on earth was she supposed to make it another 20 days. After Pea added some lavender bubble bath she eased down into the water and said a silent prayer for relief. While she sat there she thought about all the people that lived in the house and how they greeted her with open arms.. particularly the queen. Wrath had not only settled down but made an aire to the throne. My how times have changed anyway I can’t afford to take any chances at this time, I have to stay on course. With that thought she closed her eyes and tired to relax.

Ahh yes we will have stuffed chicken, creamed spinach, garlic mashed potatoes for the entree and please make sure we have plenty of alkaline water. Also his favorite dessert is yellow cake with chocolate icing I would have a fresh one made as well. And then a bottle of scotch for my hellren. I think that should do it.. we will be using the private diningroom at A Safe Place it’s a little intimate setting so May I ask that you freshen up the linens on the table. Yes madam Fritz replied. Marissa had asked Fritz to assist her with her brothers' dinner because she wanted everything to be perfect and let’s face it perfection was Fritz's middle name. Even though the night was upon them she still couldn’t believe that her brother had agreed to have dinner with her and her hellren. Havers arrived promptly at 6:30 carrying a little box of treats no doubt they were macaroons. He knew that they were his sisters favorite. Marissa let fritz answer the door because her nerves were in ball. When Fritz escorted Havers through the door Marissa kept a poker face but she was mortified at how thin and frail he looked. Havers had never really been a big guy but he always carried a good amount weight on him... being 6ft 1 his body was well toned and full of definition. The person that stood in front of her now.. looked nothing like that. Greetings Brother mine, thank you for joining us for dinner. I am glad your hellren extended me the invitation When Marissa reached for her brothers embrace she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes. I’ve missed you, Havers And I have missed you my dear Marissa, here these are for you Come let’s sit down. Havers had to take a step back and he realized that Marissa hellren was dressed in a suit. The guy cleaned up very well. Man that lab coat adds 20lbs to him butch thought This guy is small, hell he looks like he could use a trip to the doctor. As Marissa and Havers reacquainted themselves with each other, Fritz began serving the meal.

Hi are you guys doing yoga today? Pea asked Bella, Mary, & Beth when she came downstairs. I would like to participate if y’all have room from one more body. Since it was going on her second week there Pea body had began to ache all over. Her senses were super heighten and she could feel herself becoming more aggressive. She knew exactly what or should I say who was responsible for triggering all of this. She could smell him through the walls even though they were separated by two floors, she could feel every moved he made. Those dark spices when he emerged from his room in the morning that poured all over him and Beth. The scent spoke to her like a mating call and her body was starting to respond. She could feel him as he approached the steps, hell at last meal she could smell his breath as if she were right in his face about to kiss him. This house is too small she thought, when he open his mouth to talk she immediately began to moisten in between her thighs, her pulse increased, she began panting for breath and her nipples instantly harden to the point that they were poked through her shirt. Her body was totally aroused and she couldn’t control it. Pea knew that she couldn’t let that happen again so instead of sitting down to any meal with the family she either made up excuses, or she would time it so that she’d be outside the house walking or on a pretend phone call. Tonight yoga would be the perfect distraction. Staying busy and pushing through the pain was name of the game. This would all be over in another week. Then she could go back to regular unbothered life. I missed you at last meal are you okay. Oh yes, I just had another meeting I have to stay ahead Of the curve. Fashion and time stop for no one..

Lassiter was so thankful for Pea her tips truly saved him from months and quite possibly years of reading. He notice that she had made herself right at home, like everyone else does that enters this house. When he went looking for her yesterday to get started, he saw that she was having tea with Mary, Jane & Manny. They appeared to be caught up in a debate over the show Fixer Upper with Chip and Joanna Gaines. Who’s the boss and who has the brains?! Pea & Manny were team Joanna for both Boss and Brains while Mary and Jane were team Chip. The show never really appealed to Lassiter much. He slowly backed into the study and started without her. Lassiter was trying to think of the best way to repay her. He couldn’t just let her go back to the city and never touch base again. That just wouldn’t do... maybe he could get Fritz to organize a going away brunch.. since Pea always drinking a beet smoothie, or beet juice. Come to think of it.. he rarely saw her with anything else. Hey Lassiter, I’m going to participate in the yoga class with Bella and the ladies, do you mind? Not all.. if I have any questions I know where to find you. Okay thanks. Hey.. what were you thinking for dinner? And before you answer I don’t hear anything that start with the word beet. Pea let out a little laugh and said fine... I hadn’t thought about it.. you pick and I will eat. Cool, have a good workout. Thanks! Pea left the study feeling more nervous than ever. How was she going to choke down any kind of food.. for one she didn’t have any type of appetite and for two.. even if she did.. her teeth were aching her so badly that she wouldn’t be able to chew it. She would have to think of a clever way to stall him out.

Marissa was so happy with the way dinner turned out for her Butch and Havers she had been a giddy mood all week. Havers had come with fully open arms it was obvious that he had missed her as well. They talked before, during and after the meal, after all it had been two years since they last spoke to each other. She learned that he still visited his late wife parents every Sunday just like he did when she was alive. She also learned that he had began toying with the idea of training another physician to help assist him with his workload. Between births, injuries, sickness and crime.. he was busy around the clock. That cause concern for Marissa because Havers was unhealthy himself. She didn’t want to get into the blood transfusions that he was administering to himself but she knew that issue definitely had to be addressed soon. Havers prolly went from a healthy weight of 200lbs prior to his shellen dying to the 125lbs that sat across from her at the dinner table. Butch was also caught by surprise when he realized that they both were Red Sox fans... they both preferred a good scotch to any other liquor and both like the same types of music. At one point during the evening Butch even referred to him as bro-n-law. Havers also informed Marissa that the families of the glymera had decided to hold their annual crown ball. Traditionally meant for highest and Nobelist families to pay ridiculously amounts of money to rub elbows with King and Queen for the evening. It included fine dining and dancing. However since the king took so long to ascend to the throne.. and even afterwards the tradition was halted. So now that Wrath has taken his place and disbanded the old glymera counsel. The newly appointed heads of each family decided it was time to start holding the crown balls again. Marissa was surprised when she heard about it and wondered if the King and Queen would be willing to participate. The donations would help her add additional rooms on to A Safe Place. After that they all agreed that they would do it again real soon and Marissa was anxious to call him now. I never thought I of all people would be saying this but I kind of feel sorry for the guy. Butch said to Rhage, V, & Phury for years I’ve wanted nothing more than to kill him for what he did my wife but after hearing his story it’s kinda hard to hate the bastard. Phury looked over at Butch and said so he’s been in mourning all this time? Wow. V chimed in as he sat back on the bench press machine and said he has been in mourning times 2 don’t forget the young. Rhage stopped the treadmill ... I can’t begin to imagine life without my Mary or Bitty but it still doesn’t excuse the fact that he put Marissa out just before sunrise. I’d hate to be in your shoes. Then to top things off We have stuff in common... V he’s a Sox fan!!! He listens to hip hop not this new crap either I’m talking Biggie, Tupac, Nas, Jay-z.... They all stop what were doing turned to Butch and said in unison Havers?!?!... then burst into laughter. Down in the library Lassiter settled in with a cup of tea and picked up the next journal which was the story of Danger son of Danger. Just as he opened the book Bitty came in with her iPad. Looking for a quiet place to study? Lassiter asked. Yea, my mom wants me learn a second language so I chose Spanish. I thought it would be a lot more interesting than what it actually is. What are you doing? Same thing only I’m not learning a second language, I’m learning about the brotherhood and how it all came to be. Well that sounds a lot more interesting than this. I suppose it does, hey you want to help me plan a party? Bitty perked up. Yes who’s it for? Pea she is coming up on her last week here with us and I’d like to host a going away party for her. Sure I’d love to help with that, but wait I thought she lived in the city. She does. So then why are we giving her a party? Won’t she be coming back to visit us? Lassiter responded, well she’s really busy and I don’t know when we will have time to do this again. Oh okay, I really like Pea, she makes the best beet smoothies not to thick and not too thin. I much rather drink one of Peas smoothies then eat my vegetables, Bitty said with a innocent smile. After yoga Pea sat in the kitchen nursing a bottle of water listening to Marissa tell Beth about the Crown Ball.. to be honest the event sounded like something that could be really nice with the right people in charge. But she knew that even if Beth wanted to attend the big hurdle would be convincing Wrath that this would be worth his time. Wrath loathed any kind of attention from the families of the glymera. He knew that they didn’t care for him particularly because of the woman he chose as his queen was a halfbred. Wrath didn’t give a shit though after all who was going challenge the King. “ Crown Ball does sound like something that could benefit everyone” I know you want me to mention it to Wrath however I think for better affect we both may need to tackle him with this one. I can’t make any promises we both know how my hellren feels about that group of people. Pea left them and went to the study to find Lassiter she purposely sat in the kitchen to stall for time. The thought of trying to eat something made bile rise up in the back of her throat. Luck was on side this evening, by the time she arrived back to the library Lassiter was gone. Pea quickly jotted down a note left beside the stack journals and went to her room. Lassiter couldn’t even focus when Tohr gave out the assignments in the meeting, he was so overwhelmed with the information in the last journal. He knew that every line recorded in those journals was true. Every person, mating, birth, event, fight, every single thing that the Scribe had chronicled was all true. So this in fact had to be. Lassiter had been repeatedly re-reading the last sentence on the last page over and over again. “And the Kingdoms people shall be ruled with Wrath and Serenity” .. when he went back there, he had planned on addressing Pea but instead of finding her.. there was note in her place. “ came to see what’s for dinner but you were gone :( , gone to take shower and relax, maybe tomorrow?” Why couldn’t I see this from the beginning.. She can’t leave this house on Sunday.

Paging Dr. Havers code Blue, code blue Dr. Havers... not again. This happens every time I start my transfusion. Havers stopped the IV pump, removed the IV from his blistered arm, rolled Down his sleeve, grabbed his lab coat and headed back upstairs. These attacks were happening to frequently now.. im having a hard time keeping up with my treatments. What do we have? Young male just out of change, mom says he went hiking behind his house , he had been gone for 4 hours which was not normal for him. She started calling his cellphone and didn’t receive an answer so she went searching for him. When she got to the edge of property she could see his jacket in the bushes. He appeared to be beaten badly with bad cut to his rib cage. Julie let’s get him in OR 2 he losing a lot of blood. Another long day these attacks are getting more gruesome, this time I had to remove a small part of the small intestines the bleeding and the wounds were just to badly damaged. Since this kid was a lot younger he was hoping to talk to him once he awoke from the surgery. It shouldn’t take long for the kid to recover. Maybe he could get some details to pass along to his brother in law. It still seemed so strange to be on talking terms with his sister. Havers started feeling unlike himself after that 2nd hour of surgery. He actually felt weak.. he knew that he couldn’t neglect anymore transfusions because the outcome could be deadly or even worst than that he could get bloodlust. With shakey hands and a hungry stomach he made it through the procedure then left explicit directions with his nurse that he under NO circumstances was to be bothered. When he got back downstairs in his private lab and removed his lab coat, he could feel a sharp pain starting at his wrist and shooting up his left arm. When pulled his shirt back he could see there was blood clot under the skin at the wrist area. He quickly began rubbing applying pressure to dissolve it. He just wasn’t healing as quickly as he should be and this was starting to be a big problem.

Lassiter had been avoiding Pea purposely for the past few days. He knew her time with him was coming to an end and was trying find another solution. He also knew that she wouldn’t mind because she had become quite found of hanging out with ladies or having tea & gossip with Mary, Manny, and Jane. She actually fit right in here, of course she fit right in she is one of us. After all the reading I’ve done this is what I come up with?nothing, nothing, not a thang. All roads lead back to her. At that moment Lassiter looked up and said out load to no one in particular, Really!! All that reading... with a deep breath Lassiter thought No need to prolong the inevitable. He arrived back at the brotherhood mansion it was right before first meal the doggen had the table set and people were already stirring about inside the house. Quinn and Blay were getting the twins seated in there high chairs. John & Xhex were playing with LW while Beth was helping the doggen arrange all the food. Everyone was slowly making there way to diningroom everyone except for Pea that is. Lassiter went down the hall and knocked on Peas room door... Pea heard the knock and said one second. The pain she was in this morning was the worst!! Nothing was working anymore.. she had to leave this house today! She gathered herself as best she could and answered the door. Oh Hi, I wasn’t expecting you this early, what’s up? Lassiter for the first time could see the pain in her eyes.. we need to talk. Okay sure, I was wondering when would I see you again... Pea opened the door and went back to sit in the edge of the bed. I have a question for you and I need the truth. Okay. Whats your question? What is your name? Lassiter you know my name... Lassiter began shaking his head back and forth don’t bullshit me, I know the name you gave me which is Pea.. But what is your name your real name the name given to you by your mahmen at birth. With deep exhale Pea stood up and said fine.. my name is Serenity.. Lassiter went to the velvet high back chair that sat across from bed and dropped in the seat like a log. He starting scrubbing hands down his face leaned back and said you cannot leave. Pea looked over in his direction and said we had a deal. I know we had a deal but that was... No, no, no... no buts... our deal was I train you for three weeks and no matter WHAT you found out I get to leave and walk away. I cannot let you leave!! Holding up the journal he asked what does this say? Tell me what does it say?! I am very capable of taking care of myself.. this is not about you taking care of yourself. Tell me what does it say? Wrath and Beth are going a great job... they don’t need me. Lassiter calmed himself and said...Pea, look at yourself? Is pain getting any better? Do you think it is just gonna go away?! Sweetheart that’s not how this works and you know it... you cannot leave this house. I will be fine! You won’t be... I’ve managed this long... You’ve managed because you weren’t in the company of the only other person that is just like you... you can’t stop your transition... Fine... I’ll leave now..and send for my things.. I need to get back to my life anyway. Pea.. was so frustrated she walked out of the room without even grabbing her Birkin bag. As she got closer to main diningroom she could feel Lassiter behind her ... aren’t you going to at least tell them goodbye? I think they deserved that much Pea turned around shot him a nasty glare and headed towards the dininroom. Everyone was there and breakfast was in full swing... perfect she thought to herself just what need a bigger audience.

Good day everyone, I just wanted to stop in to say my goodbyes. I have to leave today, I have emergency that needs my attention. I didn’t have time to gather my things Lassiter will drop them off later. Beth and Wrath I thank you so much for your hospitality my stay here was perfect in every way. Pea turned to Lassiter and said I’m ready. Lassiter gave Pea a level stare and said I must do what is best for the good of everyone. He then stepped around Pea and said to Wrath she cannot leave this house. It is a matter of life and death, it is not safe for her... you have to order her to stay! Order me??!!, I will be fine No you won’t, you are in pain as we speak! Do you think those baths are going to stop this process? I will be fine. You will die? You don’t know that... I can take care of myself. When is the last time you ate a meal? A full meal? Do you think those beets are gonna help you get through this? Wrath cut in, Lassiter if she wants to leave I will not make her stay... Thank you Wrath... Fine... you want to leave? I will personally drop you off myself but first tell him your name. Tell him your birth name given to you by your mahmen.. and I won’t say another word. Pea looked at Wrath and spoke in the old language ... “my name makes no difference a Queen has been chosen”.... knowing my name changes nothing... At that moment everyone at the table who understood the old language stopped eating and slowly turned their heads and faced Pea... Then tell him.. Pea spoke in English this time.. my name is Serenity I am the daughter and only living child of Sir Danger son of Danger the highest princeps the last surviving member of the last founding family. The next sound everyone heard was a loud crash of a fine sliver tea set hit the floor. And the person who dropped it? Fritz! The doggen stepped across the mess of spilled tea, cream and honey and walked towards Pea with both hands over his mouth. Tis you? Pea looked at Fritz with a tear rolling down her cheek and said yes its me. As she reached her hand to touch his cheek she said in the old language your sacrifice saved me..my protector.. my servant, my friend and I live because of you. Then she turned to face Lassiter and said I will leave now.

Before could Lassiter could respond.. Pea started walking toward the front door. Need a ride? Yes please. And then she was gone.

Fritz , frazzled turned to face Wrath.. apologies sire. I will have the mess clean right away. His servants snapped into action. Meanwhile everyone at the table was totally silent.. some from shock and the others didn’t know what to say. Wrath handed LW over Beth , backed away from the table and headed towards the stairs with George in tow. Without saying another word one by one all the brotherhood got up and followed suit. Lassiter and Xcor being the last two to enter his study. As soon as Lassiter entered Wrath asked... how long have you known Sounding exhausted Lassiter responded... a few days now... And you just now saying something. How can you be sure it’s her... Lassiter pulled out the journal flipped to The last page and gave it to Tohr... who then looked at it and read it aloud “and the kingdom... Wrath cut him off and finished “shall be ruled by Wrath and Serenity... But still how can you be certain it’s really her? The Scribe Virgin left the address to store she owns in one of the journals. I found the address and checked it out before I read the journal. I went there located her and we made a deal that she would help me with translating all the material left to me. In return after three weeks she could leave no questions asked. This was before you found out who she was? Correct Zadist spoke up... why do you think she is going to die? She hasn’t been through the transition yet.. someone said wait how is that even possible? another Fuck.. came through the crowd Lassiter looked over at Vishous who’s response was let me guess. My mom had something to do with this? And from what I gather, she was fine until she came in presence of the only person that could trigger it. Lucky Me.. Wrath said So what do we do? V said to Lassiter I don’t know, all I know is that if we don’t do something she will die. Butch spoke up and said.._Well there are plenty of men that I’m sure would be happy to assist her with getting through the transition, hell we have a house full of single men all she has to do is chose. It’s not that simple, Tohr responded. Then Wrath spoke up, It has to be me.. it’s my duty. As your king I believe in being totally transparent with you especially because you all are my brothers. Then Wrath took a deep breath and said. I need to save her.. I can feel it in my chest... She can’t die. So then Xcor said... what’s the move?

Downstairs the ladies were trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened. Beth sat back in her chair and asked who is Serenity daughter in Danger? Both Bella and Marissa started speaking at once... Serenity... the both looked at each other... Marissa spoke first.. long story short.. she is the female version of Wrath. She is the last full blood female vampire. Bella started talking by this point. According to our scriptures and everything we were taught... That whole family was murdered in the war that took place in the old country. I’m talking no survivors much like Wrath’s family was. So then how did she survive? Beth asked. At that time Fritz, who had re-entered the room clear his throat. Ah-hum... Madam if it would not offend I can answer that question for you. Beth quickly summoned Fritz to the table to have a seat.. please share with me.

Balthazar, Of all people... she ended up in the car with Balthazar. But hell anything to get out of that house and off of that mountain. She had been so successful for centuries keeping her true identity a secret and now that was all over. However she wasn’t about to worry about it because there were more pressing issues. She was not well, her joints were on fire and she felt like she was hit in the mouth. So where are you headed? Balthazar asked. You can just drop me off at my house. Okay After a moment or two of silence Balthazar said, I need your address and you don’t look well. He was right Peas health was declining fast. I live off of Wallace avenue and yea I know.... more silence more driving. Pea tried to adjust herself in the seat to find some comfort however nothing worked. Once on Wallace avenue Pea said White House black shutters. Balthazar pulled in slowly and Pea had never been so happy to see her home. Do you need some help inside, yes please. Balthazar put the car in park then opened his door and went around to the passenger side and opened the door for Pea. She was able to brace herself enough so that she didn’t have to put all her weight on him. He started walking her in the direction of the front door but she remembered that her keys were in her Birkin that she left at the mansion. Through the garage.. huh... let’s go through the garage, I don’t have my keys. Keys, Balthazar said with a smirk, who needs keys? We are not breaking into my house, we can use the keyless entry pad and go through the garage door. Fine we can do it your way... Pea went over to the keypad that sat at the top right panel and was painted the same color as the garage door she punched in the code 0820 and the door been to lift from the bottom. Inside her truck was right where she left it untouched... Nice Balthazar said looking at the Bentley truck.as they were walking past it he nodded his head towards door the opened to inside of the house. Can we get in there? It should already be open and it was. Pea was able to make it to her kitchen table on her on. I’m the last person to get in anybody’s business but are you sure you don’t want me to call someone. Because no offense but you look like shit. Well thank you and I will be okay I just need to get some rest. Okay well then I will let myself out and don’t worry about closing the garage I got It. So Pea sat the table another 10 minutes then stood up went back to the kitchen door opened it made sure that her garage door was closed, which it was then she closed the kitchen door and locked it. She used the security keypad in her kitchen to set the house alarm and then she went downstairs. Pea had purposely purchased a house with a basement for this reason alone. She was to a point where couldn’t protect herself due to her body trying to transition. The basement door had separate keypad which used a fingerprint for entry once the door disengaged the lights on the stairwell automatically came on ... Pea took her time and went step by step because the last thing she needed was to slip and fall. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs she could see the bed promised to be comfortable and to her right she opened the door to the bathroom... the full bathroom was nice addition to the basement because Pea didn’t have to go up 2 flights of stairs to shower. She looked at garden tub that was in the corner but she was wise enough to not try getting in there. Instead she turned on the shower water hot as she could stand it. She removed her clothes and got in. The hot water felt amazing on Peas skin but she could barely stand so with one hand on the safety rail She reached and turned the water off. Pea stepped out toweled off as best she could and put on her emerald green satin bathrobe. She took 2 steps out of the bathroom and toward the bed before her knees turned to jelly. Pea cried out in pain & fell to her knees in agony. Breathe deep just breathe deep she thought to herself. You can make it to the bed, you got this,.... Pea laid on the floor for another few minutes or it could have been a few hours before she tried to move again. This time instead of standing she crawled to side of her bed. She pushed the covers back and brushed the pillows to other side... you can do this.. you can get in bed... on the count of three girl let’s do it... 1...2...3 PULL.... Pea pulled herself up got in bed and pulled the duvet up enough to cover her waist on down. She broke out into a cold sweat as a sharp pain ripped through her gut... she thought well this is it.. this is how I will die and then passed out.

Havers gave himself one transfusion per day over the past three days and that seemed to be working. He started feeling more like himself, he was able to get rest which helped his energy levels return back to normal and he even had a little bit of an appetite. So by all accounts he was doing good. He had spoken with his sister who had informed him that she had spoken to the Queen about possibly participating in this years Crown Ball. They had a meeting with Wrath set for tomorrow and overall she was very optimistic about it. They also scheduled a lunch date with each other for Friday afternoon she would come over to the clinic this time. Havers hadn’t thought much about the menu but he knew all of his sisters favorite foods so that part was easy. Hi Dr. Havers the patient in room 4 has awaken, Okay that’s good Julie I will be right in there. The patient from last night was found by her neighbor dehydrated and disoriented. Dorothy stated she hadn’t seen her for a couple days and she couldn’t get answer on the phone so she walked over to the house to do a warfare check and there was Ms. Hunt sitting in the her favorite chair in front of the tv completely disoriented. Dorothy called out to her a couple of times before she turned her head and made eye contact. Dorothy called Havers and he sent over the ambulance to transport her to the clinic. That’s one downside to out living your spouse and growing older if you can’t afford doggen or a caregiver, the elderly are left to fin for themselves and unfortunately Ms. Hunt was showing all the signs of dementia. Hi Ms. Hunt how are you doing this evening? I am fine. Good, do you know where you are? Yes Dr. Havers I’m at your clinic. So you know who I am then. Yes sir, you are Dr. Havers. Yes ma’am and do you remember how you got here. The elderly woman got quiet Havers could tell that she was trying to remember what she did last but was having no luck. Ms. Hunt it is quite alright if you can’t recall all that matters is getting you back hydrated and healthy. Havers told Julie to put in a call to A Safe Place and explain the situation he was sure that his sister would be able to assist the women. Back in his office Havers felt a little peckish so he started eating some white rice made with coconut milk and covered in Ginger sauce. It was the only thing that he could keep on his stomach. He was hoping all the starch would help me out some weight back on. His mind rain back to the old women and her situation she had not been the first elderly patient that he treated for dehydration but her condition had definitely been the worse. It was a bummer not having any children or relatives to help take of you. Havers thought about how they took care of his mahmen until the very end. Then he glanced over at the two 4x6 pictures frames that were faced down on his desk. The pain was still fresh as if it happened yesterday and all he could do was just stare at the two objects that held what was left of a life he once lived. Someday he will have the strength to either stand them upright or put them away for good.

There was knock outside of Wrath’s office door before he could asked who is it, Beth answered it’s me Wrath we need to talk. She is the only person that could ever get away with interrupting a botherhood meeting. Meeting adjourned, you may enter . John opened the door and was the first out followed by all the rest. Beth said to them stay close by I won’t be long. Beth let everyone out then she walked in with LW on her hip, her hellren back up from his desk and stood to greet her. LW reached for his father as he always did and Wrath happily accepted him into his arms. Wrath sat back down in his chair and Beth sat on his lap. You have to save her Wrath... I know who she is and what she was meant to be. She is too important to the out race to let go, she belongs here with us. Wrath pulled his leelan close nuzzled his nose close to vein in her neck that he fed from and whispered I love you and I don’t deserve you. With a giggle Beth put her hands on the sides of her hellrens face and pulled him in close kissed him and said ... Let us go so that you can get back to work. I will send everyone back inside Beth opened the door thank everyone for their patience and sent them all back inside. After everyone was back in the office Wrath said we will be going to get Pea. Lassiter do you know where we can find her? She left in the car with Balthazar Xcor said, I will hit him up and see where he took her. Xcor called Balthazar put him on speaker right then.. What’s happening? The female Pea left here with you correct? Yes I dropped her off on Wallace Ave, White House black shutters.... after a moment Balthazar added if y’all going to get her, y’all might want to hurry because when I left there she was in bad shape. With that the line ended.. Lassiter spoke up I have the address and Butch said we have been there before I can get back there in no time. Wrath said I’m coming with you, I have too. With Wrath coming that meant all hands on deck. The brotherhood along with the band of bastards would be on high alert. We will meet downstairs in 10mins let’s move. With that everyone left the office went and put their gear on. Rhage walked into his room and saw Mary laying across the bed even though he received direct orders from the king he was drawn over to the bed. He couldn’t help himself... He bent over and dropped his big chest against Marys little body.. she greeted him with a smile on her face and said well hello you. To what do I owe this pleasure he bent down to kiss either side her neck and all of a sudden he felt need to feed. He fought the urge kissed her and then pulled back up to face her. You smell amazing..did you change shampoos or soaps? He let up off the bed and headed towards the walk-in closet. We have to go get Pea and bring her back here.. so I will be gone for a while. Okay, I’m happy that Wrath has decided to have her brought back here. Yea, he is actually coming along this time. With a yawn Mary said please be careful honey. Always, I love you and I will see you when I return. With that Rhage shut door and headed towards the stairs. When he reached the bottom he was joined Zadist, Phury, Butch, Zcor, & Quinn. Within minutes everyone else was there and they were loading into a series of vehicles. When the king left the mansion everyone was on top of their shit. . As they road Wrath was mentally preparing himself for the worst remembering how badly his transition and beat him down. 10mins later Butch was making the right intron Wallace Ave when they pulled into the driveway. Vishous through up an mhis then The security detail got out and swept the area first before Wrath’s door was opened. Once everything in the perimeter was clear Tohrment opened the back door for Wrath. He got out and head straight for the front door Wrath hit the doorbell a couple of times and then said to Vishous we have to get inside. She has a security system wire to house let me see if I can bypass it, the last thing we need is human law enforcement to show up. Balthazar started speaking as he walked closer to the porch go through the garage the code is 0820... I dropped her off earlier remember. So they went to garage door tohrment put in to code and door began to lift from the bottom. They all walked passed her Bentley truck to the door that opened into the house. This time it was locked But Vishous had no issues bypassing the alarm from the inside. He opened the door that led into the kitchen and Wrath made a beeline pass him to the door that lead to the basement. She’s down here open it! Vishous said this one has a fingerprint keypad may take a minute. The next thing Wrath heard was a large bang which was V using his fist to completely knock down the keypad. Tohr said it still won’t open so they stood back while he kicked the door in. The lights on the stairwell flickered on and off as Zadist went in first followed by Butch & Rhage then Wrath after him Phury, Vishous & Tohr. John, Quinn and Balthazar remained at the top of the stairwell for security protocol. Once they got to the bottom they saw Pea in bed overcome with fever, washed down in sweat. Everyone positioned themselves in a corner of the basement making sure they each had full view of the door. Wrath pulled back the Duvet carefully so that he wouldn’t expose any of her private areas and then he did his best to swaddle her with the top sheet on the bed.. he carefully placed one hand under the middle of her back and the other under the bend in her knees then as gently as he could he lifted her up off the bed. He turned around and sat down so that she was in his lap. Pea could smell Wrath but she was too weak to open her eyes, she wanted to tell him no please don’t try to save me. But her throat was so dry she felt like she swallowed a cotton ball dipped in Habanero sauce. When Wrath bent down to pick her up she could feel his hair and smell those dark spices all over him. Her fangs elongated for the first time. Even though her mind was screaming no, no, no anybody but him.. her body was reacting otherwise. When Wrath lifted her up she let out a little grunt from the pain... then she felt him sit down Wrath heard the grunt and whispered I’m sorry as he placed Pea in his lap. Wrath scored his wrist and held it up to Peas mouth. Pea you need this to survive please open for me. He rubbed his wrist across her mouth but he could tell that she was fighting her natural instincts to feed. Pea could smell Wrath’s blood but would not feed. Instead she opened her mouth fought through the pain in her throat and whispered “Beth is Queen”. Wrath responded yes Beth is Queen and the Queen sent me to get you please drink. He put his wrist back to her mouth but she gave another grunt and turned her mouth away from Wrath. Pea repeated “Beth is Queen”... Wrath knew what he needed to do. Wrath licked his wrist to seal the two punctures then pushed his hair back to expose the vein in his neck then he titled Peas face back toward him. In the old language he said, “ My Queen take from me what you need to nourish your body, as your King I am here to serve you” then he moved her up against his jugular vein and said” Now feed from my vein so that we may become one”. With that Pea lifted her head opened her mouth and struck Wrath hard. When Pea struck Wrath a force of raw energy and light emitted from them that was so strong it shook the house foundation and blew the men up against the basement walls. Wrath’s iridescent eyes were glowing at this point and he looked massive. Pea drank with great pulls she could instantly feel Wrath’s blood coursing through her veins. She took as much of Wrath’s blood as her belly could hold, released his neck, licked the wounds and passed out in his arms. Once Pea passed out Wrath stood cradling her close to his chest... looked around at his men whose eyes were also glowing and gave two orders. Rhage & Z grabbed the chest At the foot of the bed and let’s move out NOW! Butch hit the stairs first followed by Rhage & Z carrying the chest then Wrath carrying Pea after him Tohr, Vishous and Phury. When they got to the top of the stairs Quinn, John & Balathzar had recovered from the house shacking and were ready to lead the way back out. The force of energy that came out of Wrath and Pea had set off car alarms and had dogs barking & howling up and down the block. Xcor radioed to V we need to move now my guys smell trouble. Roger that let’s move guys everyone keep your eyes open. Butch, Tohr , Wrath & Pea were inside the ESV in under 30 seconds. V & Phury took Peas Bentayga and Everyone else loaded back into the same vehicles they arrived in. Just as they were leaving Pea came too this time she was able to open her eyes... Wrath tilted his head to one side again and spoke “don’t try to think just feed from me my Queen”... again Pea couldn’t control her hunger she struck Wrath’s vein hard again and took everything he had to offer. This time Wrath tried to brace himself for it but it was no use as soon as Pea struck his vein the force of raw energy shot from between them and this time they blew the transformer at the end of the block. Butch put on the high beams and followed Quinn out. Pea released Wrath after a few pulls completely satisfied. She closed her eyes and let sleep take her. When they got to the end of the block Wrath said to Havers, she has to go to Havers. Tohr radioed the change to everyone and Butch made the left to head over to Havers. Vishous went ahead and called into the clinic to reserve the private suite that was meant for exclusive clients like them. Wrath stayed there when he was shot rescuing Beth and then Butch had stayed there when the Omega got ahold of him. Now they needed it again this time for Pea. Havers would have questions as he usually does however this time Wrath was there to do the talking. The ESV pulled up to the clinic Ehlena and Havers nurse Julie were already standing outside under the breezeway waiting with a wheelchair. Julie was a trained professional and had been exposed to many different types Of people working in the clinic. Members of the glymera, older aristocratics, government officials but never the King. She tried her best to keep her composure when Tohr swung open the door to ESV hopped out walked to the back door and opened it. However inside she wanted to jump up and down and scream as if she was at a Beyoncé concert. The King emerged from the back seat and he was massive. Aah follow me your highness... Julie turned the wheelchair around and quickly walked back up the breezeway. They walked through private entrance, entered the hall passed through a door label Janitors closet, once they got in there Wrath had to turn sideways to pass through the air tunnel holding Pea. In the room Wrath carefully placed Pea on the gurney and stepped out of the way. Ehlena quickly took Peas vitals while Julie grabbed the needle and tubbing to start an IV. We are going to start her on some fluids Dr. Havers will be in shortly. Where is he now? He is finishing up with a surgery then he will be right over. Wrath turned to Ehlena and said I can not wait call me when he comes in and then walked back out. Pea felt the slight sting and the cold fluids going into her vein, her body had taken a real beating and she needed rest. Ehlena and Julie worked together to unwrap Pea out of the sheet and remove her bathrob and put it in the dirty laundry basket. They put a hospital gown on her and began to chart all of her basic info. Julie wanted ask Ehlena who this women was but she didn’t want to overstep. Maybe Dr. Havers would be able to fill her in, he was a part of the glymera surely he would know who this women was. Wrath and Tohr entered the hall to exit the building they met Lassiter walking in. Don’t worry I’m just here to sit with her. Are you sure that you want to do that? Yea, I owe her. Lassiter entered the same doorway that he saw Wrath and Tohr come out of. He walked by the monitors then entered the air shower. When he got into Peas room he was greeted by Ehlena and another nurse. Before she could ask him any questions he quickly told her that the king ordered him to stay with the patient. Ehlena followed up with “he’s apart of the kings private staff it’s fine” ... When they both left Lassiter went and stood by Peas beside. The transition hadn’t really changed her much that he could see well except for fangs of course but you couldn’t see those. He whispered to himself, You are something special aren’t you? Then he took a step back and went to sit in the recliner in the corner found the remote and turned on tv. Let’s see what’s on the boob tube.

It had been a long time since Havers received a call from the Brotherhood requesting his assistance. He wanted to be there to when they arrived however he was smack dab in the middle of another surgery. It looked like someone took a sling blade to this poor guys chest and abdomen. The brother Vishous had informed him that there would be someone coming from the kings private staff to assist with this patient. He finished up the surgery which turned out to be an intensive 5 hour ordeal, then while he was on his way to his office to change a code Blue came in. and that sent right back in the OR for another 4 hour surgery. When he was finally able to leave there, he went to his office changed out of his OR scrubs took a quick shower to refresh himself, dressed in his normal attire. Grabbed his lab coat and headed towards the private suite. As he passed by the nurses station he saw Ehlena sitting with Julie and invited her to come along with him that way she could chart while he examined the patient. When they entered the little room Havers checked the monitors and could see there was someone sitting with patient. He reviewed the notes taken when the patient was triaged by Julie, it appeared to be a normal transition nothing major he passed it off to Ehlena and started to get dressed to go through walk through the air tunnel. Havers opened the door to the Air Tunnel an was greeted by a tall man with piercings and black/blonde hair. The man was apparently introducing himself but Havers couldn’t concentrate because there was an aroma in the room that was absolutely devine. It smelled like shea butter, winterberries and peppermint he knew he should be focusing on what this man was saying, as he is a member of the Kings staff. But he was too intoxicated by the lovely scent, ... I’m merely here to sit with patient, per the Kings orders. Havers nodded his head yes in response to the gentleman then stepped around him so that he could get a view of his patient. The patient lying before him i

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What I Never Could...

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:  Yuri!!! on Ice Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: None Relationships: Yuri Plisetsky/ Original Characters Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Yakov Feltsman, Lilia Baranoskia, Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva Summary:

A companion to “The Silver Devils Play”.  Yuri struggles with a tumultuous relationship, and finds out some sensitive information about Viktor.

***

Yuri Plisetsky was fifteen years old, and he was wandering the streets aimlessly.  Shops were bent towards the sidewalk, peering in at everyone’s business.  The summer weather was starting to wane, signaling that fall was just around the corner.

He’d taken to doing this often in the  last few weeks.  Yakov and Lilia were at each other’s throats constantly, and the bickering was driving Yuri absolutely crazy.  

His hair was up in a pony tail, and he realized where he was before he had consciously decided.

“Fuck,” Yuri cursed, and clicked around on his phone to call Mila.

Her voice trilled on the line.  “Hey, Yuratchka!  What’s…”

Another voice interjected, and Yurio’s stomach dropped.  “What are you doing out, kotenok?”

His phone dropped, and he picked it up, extremely grateful for his case.  He hung up on a confused Mila, and turned around.

Yuri gulped as he caught sight of who was behind him.  A tall, muscular boy with a chiseled jawline was watching the lean blonde with interest, biting his lip.  His dark hair fell into one of his eyes defiantly; bright blue eyes blinked from behind those locks.

Kotenok.  That was Viktor’s nickname for him,, it shouldn’t be coming from anyone else’s mouth.  Yuri’s hand tightened into a fist, his fingernails biting into his pale skin.  “What do you want, Ruslan?”

The taller boy smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  “You’re standing outside my apartment.  I should be asking you that.”

A blush creeped onto Yuri’s face, and he quickly looked away, retreating into his hoodie like a turtle into its shell.  A brisk evening wind whisked past them, and Yuri wished momentarily if it could carry him away from this embarrassment.  

The sixteen-year-old looked bemused, and Yurio turned on his heel to leave.

“Wait,” Ruslan said, voice wavering a little bit, tinged with… something.  “I’ve been meaning to text you.  I wanted to talk.”

The sidewalk was unfortunately deserted, so Yuri had nowhere to hide and no excuses.

“Come inside?” Ruslan provided hopefully, and Yuri nodded, following him into the apartment building.  When they got inside, though, Yuri looked around.  “Is anyone home?”

Ruslan froze, eyes widening a little bit.  “No, my mom is working…”

The blonde placed his hand on the other boy’s button down, pushing him gently until he hit the wall of the living room.  Ruslan’s pupils dilated, and he grinned.  “I said talk.”

“I didn’t,” Yuri argued, and started hungrily nibbling on his neck, sucking and biting and leaving a trail of red skin where he went.

“You’re… you drive me crazy, you know that?” Ruslan swallowed, and Yuri moved to circle his tongue around the other boy’s earlobe.

“Ahh,” he dropped an inch or two as his knees buckled with want, and Yuri let his fingers start exploring the skin under his shirt, curls of hair sliding under his hands.

“Not that… ah, not that I’m complaining, but why did you come here?”

Yurio froze at the corner of Ruslan’s jaw, pulling back and narrowing his eyes.  “I… didn’t do it on purpose.  I was just walking and then I was here.”

Ruslan frowned.  “You need to be careful, Yuri.  If my mom sees you here again, she’ll…”

A whiplash of memory flooding over Yuri like a tidal wave.

Of the two of them half dressed and tangled with each other on the bed.  Of hot breath and rough kisses and hands somehow always finding the perfect spot to cradle and caress.

Then, the memory soured.  The door opened, and Ruslan’ mother, a short nurse with a tight grimace who dropped what she was carrying on the floor in shock.  Yuri managed to dart out of the room, but she had caught the back of his shirt.

Ruslan had pushed her so he could get away.  Yuri saw Ruslan at their favorite coffee place two days later, bruises flowering below the hem of his shirt.  Yuri’s hands had traced the outline of them in the bathroom between kisses.  Ruslan explained that they needed to lay low for a while.  

Yuri couldn’t help it, though.  The other boy drew him like a magnet; besides, it was a miracle that Yuri managed to even find another gay teen in his area.  Most of them were so closeted that they’d become the shoes and shirts around them, hiding in plain sight.

They had been friends for a few years, and then one day Ruslan hugged Yuri tightly, and instead of hugging back, Yuri had stiffened and shrunk away, blushing.  The two of them were caught in an eternal stare-down, until finally Ruslan brushed Yuri’s hair behind his ear.

“I missed you,” Yuri growled, pressing a soft kiss to the taller boy’s lips.

Ruslan’s smile grew, making him only look increasingly more handsome.  Yuri cursed whoever made this damned boy so attractive.

Yuri knew no lips but Ruslan’s lips, and knew no one else’s body the way he did Ruslan.  Yuri’s experience with anything of this nature begins and ends with this boy, the one Yuri started pulling towards the bedroom.

When they got there, Yuri plopped down onto his bed and spread himself out comfortably, spreading his legs as Ruslan crawled up between them, kissing his clothed calves up to his thighs to his stomach, hovering over a tiny patch of exposed skin, hot breath on his skin making Yuri close his eyes.

Thy kissed and kissed, trying to get closer, trying to meld into one person, their clothes started disappearing, until Yuri was working on Ruslan’s belt.

“Yuri, we should talk.”

Yuri groaned, falling back against the bed.  “Fine.  Talk.”

Ruslan’s hair stood up attractively where Yuri had run his fingers through it, and he took Yuri’s hand in his.

“What are we doing?”

“Um, well, I know what I was going to do, but…”

Ruslan snorted.  “No, not that.  What are we?  We’ve been doing… this… for a few months.  First it was just kisses, but it’s more than that, now.  What does that mean for us?”

The question made Yuri swallow thickly.  “I can’t be gay,” he responded.

There were a few breaths.  “That ship has sailed, Yuri…”

The blonde shook his head suddenly, “No, no, you know what I mean.  I can’t be… out.  I’m a public figure, and if I have a boyfriend I’ll be completely destroyed by the press.”

Yuri remembered the many times that Viktor had to go on dates with women, the front he would have to put up.  At some point Viktor stopped caring, and the world loved him too much to care.  It was different with Yuri, because he was fresh in the senior division.  He didn’t have the reputation of a living skating legend to back him up.

“Boyfriend,” Ruslan said the word slowly, mouth forming a smile around the sound.

“I… wait, I don’t…” Yuri was frantic now, leaning back.  “I didn’t mean…”

There was a sigh.  “I know, Yuri.  So what you’re telling me is that we can only ever be friends?”

“I don’t think we can ever just be friends, either,” Yuri admitted, this time leaning towards the dark-haired boy, whose blue eyes sparkled as he leaned in, too.

Their mouths met for a few short kisses, until Ruslan whispered, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Yuri’s phone started ringing.  It was Mila, and Yuri flushed, grabbing for it.

“Mila I can…”

“You’re with him, aren’t you?  I thought you promised that you wouldn’t go back there.”

Yuri sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “It’s my life, Mila.”

Mila’s voice came in lower over the phone, as she attempted her impersonation of Yurio himself.  “Mila he broke my heart he won’t text me back promise me you won’t let me near that asswipe again I’d rather throw myself off a cliff.  I have it written down, Yuri. Do you need me to pick you up?”

Bright blue eyes were watching him nervously, and Yuri found some semblance of sobriety to say, “Yeah, you know where.”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Mila promised, and Yuri got up and started putting his clothes back on mechanically.

“Where are you going?” Ruslan got up and tried to stop Yuri from pulling on his sock, only to be pushed back.  “You came to my house.  You came to me.  It’s not like I was baiting you, either.  You know that what we have is more, don’t you?  It’s something.  You can’t run from it forever.”

When Yuri had stuffed his last foot into a shoe, he stormed out.

“Watch me try.”

***

Mila’s car smelled like dogs and strawberries.  She was in sweats and a crop top, having just come from her hip-hop class.

Yuri sunk down into the seat as she drove, until they were stopped in front of Yakov and Liila’s place.  Mila was tapping her fingers on the windshield, nervousness manifested in fidgeting.  

“You know that being with him is just hurting you.  Why do you keep going back?”

Instead of answering, Yuri bolted out of the car, muttering a “thanks” before slamming the door.

The other skater knew him well enough to know that this was a dismissal.  She drove off quickly, and soon Yuri walked into a quiet house.  The smell of dinner floated from the kitchen, and Yuri smiled before his phone started going off.

A picture of a pork cutlet bowl illuminated his screen, and he raised an eyebrow, seeing that he’d also gotten a text from Yuuri earlier that day, asking for Yakov’s number.

“Hey old man, I’m giving pork cutlet bowl your number!  I think he wants to ask you something!”

When Yuri sat down at the dinner table with Lilia and Yakov, they’d returned to casual conversation and civility, laughing and eating like nothing had ever happened.

Yakov’s phone started going off.  “I’ll get that after dinner,” he clicked the volume, but then saw the previews of the texts and stood up quickly.  “Sorry, no, this is urgent.”

Having just taken a bite of chicken, Yuri watched Yakov disappear into the den, him and Lilia exchanging confused glances.

“The old man doesn’t answer the phone during dinner,” Yuri stated, dumbfounded.

“It must be important,” she responded, watching the doorway he disappeared through with alarm.  

Dropping his fork, Yuri walked after Yakov, Lilia hissing for him to get back to the table.

Voices whispered on speaker, coming from Yakov’s office across the hall.  He followed the sound until he got close enough to hear it.

“Katsuki, this is… what happened?  All of this sounds so pained and confused…”

“I don’t know,” came Yuuri’s voice from the phone, “He was rambling this to Minako while drunk.”

“I’ll send you a translation after I transcribe it.  Give me an hour.”

Yuri waited patiently, sitting against the door, ear pressed to the wooden entryway.

Then a voice started playing from Yakov’s phone, a voice speaking Russian that was in so much agony that Yuri actually got up and went back to the dinner table, pale.  Upon his return, Lilia smacked him with a towel.  

“You’re doing dishes for listening in like that,” she quipped, leaving the kitchen and Yuri to his thoughts.

When the dishes were done, Yakov came back into the room, normally miserable face screwed up into even more pain than usual.

“What happened to Viktor’s mother, Yakov?”

The old man stared back at Yuri with narrowed, dark eyes.  “It’s none of your business, Yuratchka.”

Yuri felt full of rage enough to burst.  “Of course it is!  Is this why he lived with his aunt?  Did she abandon him?”

“It’s all in the past.”

The blonde had strands of hair falling into his face, adding a dishevelled look to his anger.  “I want to know, Yakov.”

Sighing, Yakov gestured towards the kitchen table.  He got up and retrieved some good vodka from the other room and poured himself a glass.  Upon Yuri looking at him questioningly, Yakov simply shrugged.  “I can’t get through it without alcohol, kid.  I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

Yuri simply waited.

“When Viktor was young, his father passed.  His mother didn’t take it well.  She tried to kill herself, and Viktor found her.  After that she ran, going from place to place and hiding away from Viktor.  Viktor got sent to live with his aunt, but I went looking for her.  I found her with a new husband, and she was holding a baby boy in her arms.  She’d found a new family all her own, and left Viktor out completely, without even acknowledging his existence.”

“How does the press not know this?” Yuri whispered, eyes wide.

“I did a good job keeping the suicide attempt quiet, and after I found their new family I convinced her new husband to make sure that she kept nothing of distinction to lead anyone from Viktor to her.”

Everything was processing at half rate.  “You’re telling me that you orchestrated a huge cover-up to keep this a secret?”

“I’m telling you that my skater was hurting, and I needed some way to ensure that the person who hurt him couldn’t do so again.”

Yuri’s fist slammed down on the table, making the whole kitchen shake.  “Like hell!  Viktor has a mother and you’re keeping him from her.  I… not everyone gets that!  Not everyone gets that chance…”

“I gave Viktor her address when he asked for it.  He went, and decided to let her be.  It’s his decision.”

Yuri got up and left the table, storming to his room.

***

At the end of practice the next day, Yuri got into Mila’s car and gave her an address.

“That’s a two hour drive, Yuri, you better be spotting me for gas.”

The red-head was watching him curiously, trying to figure out what his game was.  

Yuri just stared out the window and muttered, “Yeah, sure.  Just keep the car running.”

They disappeared from the bustling and historic streets of St. Petersburg, the countryside stretching on either side of them for miles.  The overcast sky created a luminous effect on all below it, and Yuri was completely entranced by the way it reflected off the passing houses and farms.

Two hours later, Yuri and Mila had gone through his entire playlist, and they were gaping in a driveway at a massive mansion, brick-lined and white-trimmed.   

Yuri’s green eyes were widened, and his mouth hung open.  All at once, though, he seemed to collect himself and got out of the car.  He felt silly in his tiger t-shirt and ripped jeans, but he knew what he came here to do.

He went up to the front door and knocked.

There was movement behind the door, and a few giggles.  Within moments a beautiful blonde woman answered the door.  Her eyes were crystal-clear water, and she was practically bursting with life.  Despite the warm day, she had on long sleeves, and Yuri suspected that he knew why.

“Can I help you?” She asked this with sincerity, biting her lip.  She had a carrot in one hand, which would have been comical except for the situation.

“I… can I come in?”

She blinked, looking him up and down.  “You’re… you’re Yuri Plisetsky,” she whispered, a grin spreading on her face.  “Come in!”

Yuri did not expect such a warm welcome.  He walked in after her, surveying the beautiful foyer.  It looked like a regal palace entrance, with a sweeping staircase and glittering chandelier.  Yuri followed her into a small sitting room.  The carpet in here was pristine; there was a little boy sitting on the floor, drawing on a sketchpad.

“Yuri, this is Sammy.  Sammy, this is Yuri.  He’s a figure skater.”

The little boy’s eyes twinkled.  “Does that mean you know Viktor?!”

That shocked him, most of all.  “Yes, I do.”

“Mommy can I show him?!” the little boy was practically buzzing with excitement, his smile extremely bright.  

The woman nodded, and tiny, cold hands grabbed Yuri’s, and he was being pulled towards a tiny door.  Ana took a key out of a waxy houseplant and placed it in the lock.  When she opened the door and turned on the light, Yuri was stunned.

It was all… Viktor.  News articles about him, merchandise everywhere from posters to statues.  Viktor’s shining face was on every wall.  There were tables with some things that looked like belonged to Viktor as a child.  An old blanket, a stuffed bear with the eye missing.

“I’m sure that you’re here to check up on us,” Ana said easily, ruffling her son’s hair without conscious thought.

Honestly, Yuri was too stunned to speak.

“We’re his biggest fans, of course.  Hey, honey, could you go get us some of the cookies from the kitchen?”

Sammy bolted off, and Ana smiled fondly after him.  “He’s got so much energy, just like Vitenka used to have.”

“I… I’m sorry, I’m confused…”

“You must be wondering why I keep all this stuff,” she said calmly, tiny fingers touching just above Viktor’s eyebrow, where a hairline-thin scar sat.  You couldn’t see it in the photo because it was probably touched up.  It wasn’t something you saw unless you were quite close with Viktor, and Yuri wondered how long the older man had had it.  “It’s the closest I can get, anymore.  I know I lost the right to be in his life when I… when I left.  But I can still watch his competitions.  I can still buy his posters and read his twitter just to know that my boy is okay.”

Yuri stuttered a little bit.  “You… you’re staying away so you don’t hurt him?”

The pitch in Yuri’s voice made Ana’s hand drop from the photo.  “What?  That is the arrangement I made with Yakov, is it not?  I had to cut all ties with him.”

The young Russian was seeing red creep up on the edge of his vision.  “Yakov told me he just didn’t want the press finding out that you abandoned him.”

Her eyebrows knitted.  “Isn’t that… the same thing?”

“He asked that you lose your ties to the Nikiforov name, not lose your son.  You could have sent him a card or something on his birthday!  You could have had him for dinner here to meet his brother.  You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?  This place looks like a shrine, like Viktor is dead in the ground.  He’s alive, and he feels like his own mother forgot him!  Some people don’t even get the chance to see the ones they love, but you do and you just don’t take it!”

Sammy stood in the doorway, eyes wide and hands holding up a cookie tray.  

“I came here because I thought I would have to remind you that you had a son.  This is so much worse, though.  You want him to stay far away because you can’t mess up if you don’t try.  Why don’t you fucking try?!”

Ana became stony.  “Get out of my home.  You will not scream in front of my son.”

Yuri stormed out, and paused as he passed Sammy.  

“I’m sorry, kid.  It’s not your fault that your family is fucked.”

“Get OUT!”

Yuri slammed the front door open and ran to Mila’s car.  She was watching Yuri with wide, mascara-clad eyes.

“Yuri, what…”

“We need to get out of here.  I’m going to be sick.”

The drive back was quiet for most of it, but after the first hour Mila tried, “Who was that?”

“Viktor’s mother.”

Mila almost slammed on her breaks.  “Wait, really?  I thought she was dead!”

“No, she’s just a fucking coward.  I can’t believe that she has the chance to know him and is staying away like this.  It makes me nauseous.”

Mila was quiet for a few moments, then said carefully, “I think that there are good and bad mothers out there, Yuri.  It’s not your job to judge.”

“Some of us don’t get that chance.”

Sighing, Mila bit her lip.  “I’m so sorry, Yuri.  This must be hard for you.”

“Some people lose their mother when we’re young and we don’t get that relationship at all.  I… I can barely even remember what she sounds like anymore…” Yuri’s voice cracked.  “I’m so fucking angry.”

Mila took Yuri back to her place and tucked him in on the couch that night.  Sometime in the night, Ruslan called Yuri, and Mila snatched the phone before Yuri could get up.

“Hello, this is Mila.  I know that you mean a lot to Yuri, but he needs some peace tonight.  I’ll tell him you called in the morning.”

“Oh,” the voice on the other end deflated.  “Does he… is there anything I can do?”

“No, there isn’t.  Some wounds just need time.”

She hung up and put the phone carefully back next to Yuri.  She pressed a kiss to his forehead.  “Goodnight, Yuratchka.”

She went to sleep that night, and clicked away on her phone beforehand.

Love you, mom.  Goodnight.

[godmerlin]

Vegas 2017

Okay I promised a massive write up so here we go. LOL this is my ENTIRE trip fyi not just the shows. but CLEARLY the shows and all the stuff that goes with it is in here in large quantities. Under the cut:

I'm just starting off with something that i'm not going to be writing this pretty because it's 1:30am lol. Anyway... So I got there at like nearly 11pm their time which was my like 2am lol and finally got to the shuttle area and got on (next time im skipping the shuttles and just using lyft) and then the dude forgot about me and this other woman and so it took a MILLION YEARS!! to get to the hotel and I was late :( like wtf we were supposed to be like the 2nd people dropped off. RIDICULOUS!! lol thank goodness they at least had a room but it was a smoking room and SUPER creepy lmao but we got to switch the next day thank goodness. SO anyway all i did once i got there was eat part of a creepy sandwhich (lol) and video chat my mother who was also amused by the creepiness of the room when I showed her LOL and then showered and attempted to sleep... I had barely got asleep when Kayley got there and she had keys to the room but they didn't work weirdly and knocked on the door to which i promptly fell out of the bed hahaha and let her in and it was odd because it was like Hi there first time meeting face to face but it didn't feel that way at all and we just talked and then fell asleep  ahahha and then when we FINALLY got up we were like ok well let's go downstairs and walk around before we leave. So, we're in the casino when suddenly this guy that worked there was all "Hold up, how you gonna wear a Three's Company shirt without the original cast?" to Kayley (the start of one hilarious day of wearing that shirt tbh) and we were amused and we started talking to this guy and he was just VERY enthusiastic over Three's Company. And he was like yelling about it in the middle of the casino lmao he was not a Terri fan whatsoever. hahaha This went on for like at least 10 minutes. It was super amusing. Then after that we went to the box office and got our tickets for the shows and then we were just walking around and suddenly I spotted Ryan (why was it always me who spotted everyone? good grief!) and I was like OH my god THERE's RYAN!! and she was like WHERE?? and I was like seriously? you can't see the giant at the poker table?! LMAO finally she saw him and we got the giggles!! and we were like omg and we walked around again just to like look at Ryan. Hahahaha and then that's when I noticed Jeff at the bar. LOL and I didn't say anything at first because I wasn't sure if it was him so I made us walk by it again and sure enough it was and I was like oh man there's Jeff and she was like where? and I was like over there! and we were just standing there and i was pointing (thank goodness he had his back to us lmao) and I was like I know it's him because he's wearing one of those ugly hats LMAO (it's ok rob wears them too sometimes)  then the rest of the time was spent walking around for a few because I was trying to decide if the woman he was talking to was actually Cassandra or an old woman because apparently she looks like an old woman to me. Or at least from the side/back. hahahaha but then we got the giggles too bad and I literally was like nope we have to go our room NOW. I was like I must banish us!! I did not want to be seen acting like a giggling 12 year old lmao...so we got up there and then had a major giggle attack and once we calmed down we then went back down and walked around a bunch more we were trying to figure out if we could approach or not but we never ended up doing it but I did at least discover it was in fact Cassandra when we got the courage up to walk a little closer. hahahaha then we were like okay this is ridiculous we are ridiculous and we decided we had to get something to eat cuz neither of us had eaten anything and it was like 3pm lmao (we be creepin) so we went to the restaurant there at the hotel and that's when we were like ok so we don't have any time to do like half of what we wanted to do that day since we spent so much of it either sleeping or creeping lmao  so we ended up just going out and walking around a lot and getting ice cream, and giggling over it because #thegoldencone 

Throughout this entire time random dudes just kept commenting on her shirt. Like nonstop. one even sang the theme song to us lmao! It was really funny and so random...we appreciated it!!! SOOOO...fast forward to the show! We get there to wait to go in and decide to take pics with the poster because why not?

Hahaha took some pics for other girls and they took some for us... and then when Kayley was taking mine I just pointed and had no idea but I was ironically pointing at Jeff I was amuse dby this and there was a guy watching it happening who was laughing at me and i was like listen here pally, i love them a lot ok? (in my head) he was gone when i was done hahahaha

so we get inside and see our seats and are slightly surprised with wherethey were (it looked diff online) but still impressed cuz SO CLOSE. and we are giddy and happy and everything

and thennnn we find out we do get to fill out sentences which was great though this time around neither of us got any of them read. but that's OK. and then when Greg came out he was asking the questions he normally asks and he asked like what is your favorite movie? and I yelled out The Nutty Professor because I knew I wanted to yell out a jerry movie because well it's jerry but i wanted one that the majority of people would actually know (it's not actually my fave) and he was like "oh wow i wasn't expecting that" very amused HAHA and then he ya know announced them to come out and i about lost my shit when jeff and ryan came out lmao i cheered for joel but i wasn't as keen on him at this point (i mean i didn't hate him!! i liked him!! i just wasn't all !!!! but it's changed now!!) and then it started. it was a sort of odd show i feel like at first they took a little longer to get going. I mean they were still super funny but they were kinda awkward about it for a bit?? And after talking to joel i understand why, they weren't used to being so far away from the crowd. I sadly can't remember as much about the first show as I can the second. Hopefully Kayley can help fill in some blanks and remind me. Lol. I mean there was the ICONIC sentences game. Some super loud drunk dude down front yelled out Poultry Porn for a suggestion lmaoo and they went with it and it was WILD. Ryan was an ex starlet turned CHICKEN pornstar (and Jeff's sorta semi ex lover) who was just happy to still be on film LMAO. it was a whole thing. Nonstop really inappropriate shit happened. At one point the actual guy who suggested it was like "THIS IS SO WRONG" outloud and Jeff was like "YOU FUCKING SUGGESTED IT!" LMAO at one point there was some oohs and ahhs cuz it just was getting REALLY wild and disturbing...I think at one point I was just like "oh my god what the hell is happening in front of right now" out loud and I know for sure Ryan heard it cuz he was right infront of me at the time and he kinda was laughing. There was a really great cock joke in there (because chickens) i wish i could remember it. ugh. And then Jeff was all IT'S TIME! and Made Ryan have to pretend to be in a porno with a chicken and it ended with Ryan JERKING OFF A CHICKEN LMAOOOOOOOOOOO and Jeff walked back out and was all OK LET'S STOP IT THERE and Ryan was like REALY? REALLY? IT SHOULD HAVE STOPPED LONG BEFORE THAT!! LMAO His face was PRICELESS. omg... hahahaha and from there it got wild!! lmao Then the girl sitting next to me was the one picked to have Jeff sing to her (I just want it to be me. why can't it be me?) and she was terrified to be on stage tbh lmao she was there with her mother i guess and i don't really remember much but i do remeber at one point she just casually put her hand on jeff's thigh and he suddenly looked down surprised HAHAHA and she quickly took it away but he grabbed her hand and put it back ahaha and then slowly raised her hand til she was basically grabbing him it was so funny moving people was pretty funny as usual but i can't remmeber any details right now im sorry. but the sound effects one was really lame this time tbh one of the girls was relaly good and the other one was just awful but at one point ryan was trying to just get her to make a sound so he pretended he had a megaphone and was trying to get her to say stuff or make noise or anything but she just...wasn't. And he was all YOU'D THINK YOU'D HEAR MY VOICE THIS THIN IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU SOUND FUCKING LOUD! or something lmao and the girl was all "THIS IS MY FUCKING VOICE" or something like that lmaooo and they all lost it and ryan was like "oops, have it set to mega bitch" LMAO! and Jeff was all OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH in the back it was so funny hmm let's see...greatest hits was a blast! LOL They did a french song about douching lmaoo and a rat pack esque song i believe too which was great. There was another one too because they accidentally did 4 that night hahaha i can't remeber what it was??? But the iconic one was definitely the rock opera. I think it was supposed to be about plumbing but I forget and honestly they strayed WAY off soit's OK. Anyway it was supposed to Greg and Jeff that night but Greg was like I'm OUT lmao and told Ryan and Joel to do it and they were like OK. Lmao and so they went in and At first Jeff let the start it up and it was so great but then Jeff did join in it was honestly the most massive greatest hits song i've ever seen or heard them do tbh. the song itself lasted AT LEAST 10 minutes and all 4 ended up involved by the time it was done lmao Jeff ran out into the crowd and was trying to be the disco ball God but the lighting guys were not on their job lmaoo and he couldn't get the disco balls to work no matter how much prompting he would do and it was hilarious and then the fog machines went off instead and ryan and joel were all "the house is on fire! gotta put it out! the house is on fire! gotta put it out!" all dramatically in song toward it lmaoo it was WILD i was dying omg it was truly epic hahaha and then Jeff ran up to the light guys to get it working and they FINALLY came on only to be shut off not long after and he was all THEY JUST FUCKING WENT OUT but then they finally got them going again omg hahaha and jeff like ran back up on stage and was all im gonna go drink backstage and pretended to walk off the stage hahahaha but by the end of the song even greg joined in and like ryan was on the floor just rolling around joel was like exhausted in the corner greg was dancing and jeff was just dramatically stomping off the stage. lmao it was just so wild omg it was amazing.  then they said goodnight and we just sat there for a few cuz we were way down there and there was so many people going and we just needed a moment. then we like went out and were like ok...what do we do...and we stood there for a bit then i was like eh let's walk around so we did and then we went back and there were some others there then waitin and we were talking to them for  abit and then we were like let's walk around so we don't look creepy (as if it could help) but then time when we were rounding back we saw they were out and we wer elike OMG! and we literally just started running. WE RAN THROUGH THE CASINO. lmao right before we got around the corner i was like OK WE GOTTA STOP WE CAN'T LET THEM SEE US hahahaha so we did and we tried to casually walk up. HAhaha I saw Jeff was with some girls so i was like OK. Greg. and I was like HI 2 times and then i did everyhting i already wrote about that hahaha and same with jeff hAhah got our pics embarrassed ourselves especially me hahahah omg i forgot about how kayley didn't know how to operate my phone and just flashed my phone at us thank goodness he couldn't see my wallpaper cuz #embarrassing lmao! but then we giggled after and stood around for a long while just like freaking out by a bush and then i thought it was totally normal and OK to just creep them from behind said bush and we did this for like a solid hour. damn. why didn't we just go in the bar this night? oh well. HAhahaha Anyway at one point i was snapping pictures from behind the bush lmao :

and just as i was about get one of jeff standing and kinda looking but not really we locked eyes and he noticed me and he smirked at me!!!! and then like walked away and I turned around wide eyed in a freak out to kayley and was all JEFF JUST SAW ME CREEPING!!!!!!!!!!!! WE LOCKED EYES. THERE WAS SMIRKING. LMAOOOOOo I SAID IT SO LOUD EVERYONE COULD HEAR ME. I was so loud the whole time and embarrassing I swear. (the last 2 picd were RIGHT before it happened lmaooo) I was a whole other person in Vegas.. lol!!! As I said...Vegas changes you... hahahhaa and then i was like omg ok we need to go so I'm not even creepier lmao and so we went out and went to denny's and ate toast because, yes. then we came in and tried to sleep ad junk and again the next day we walked around and saw Ryan. but that was it. Then we went out and we did madame toussands and stuff

and then we went to Pierro's which is this amazing Italian place that Jerry frequents (how we knew about it) and it's super old school. Not just old school Vegas but just...old school. They even wear the white waiter coats! The food is SO good and they give you SO much but it is pretty expensive so it's definitely a vacation kind of place for me at least. hahaha I couldn't even finish all of my food which made me sad to pay that kind of money and not be able to finish it...but ya know.

then we left and went back to the hotel and just as we were getting in the elevator there was jeff and cassandra and this time kayley spotted them but the only reason i didn't is because I simply had my back to them and was facing her and she was trying to warn me but i couldn't hear her and then they were just standing tehre so she was all "something is coming" and just as she was saying that i saw him out of the corner of my eyes because he's so massive hahaha and they pushed the button for the elevator anyway ours opened at the same time as the one opened on the other side and we walked in ours and she started walking into the other one but jeff decided he was going to ride with us instead i guess hahaha cuz next thing i know he was walking in and i was like O_O inside tbh and then she quickly followed and i wa slike what is happening omggg I did my best poker face ever there because i was internally screaming if im being honest. He was just in there talking about how he was sick and loosing his voice and how his throat hurt and junk but he was like i'll be fine for the show haha and kinda looked at us and he was like warming up his voice and stuff and then he was patting himself down and was all "i really need to find a lint brush" LOL it was really funny. and then we got ready quickly after of course dying some more nad then we went to the show and got in our seats which we switched who sat where that night just because it was fair and then the show started and it was great! I was like how does one top what we ha djust seen?? and idk if they did better or what because both shows were great but this one was DEFINITELY more wild (i mean ok the chicken porn thing was pretty wild but this...idk man. i just dunno. lmao) During Freeze Kayley got to put jeff into a position and I laughed the way Greg looked when he said possibly not in a sexual position because it was different then the way he had said it the night before and different the way he said it for the other one. And that's when she chose downward dog. lmao and Jeff was like yes and he went over to her and made it look like he was gonna shake her hand but took her drink instead and drank it BAHAHA we were dying and she like raised herself up to give ti to him it was the funniest the crowd really laughed too. and then he did it and they kept him in that position the entire game of course. Ryan did the whole blows into Jeff's ass joke, which I was very glad to see in person lmao and there was one when he was a tent which i cracked up over. Jeff did Christopher Walken for the gameshow one and I was so happy to hear that in person and this particular time was extra funny too lmao ryan asked him to quote something from brigitte jone's diary because he said he wa sin every movie and jeff just said something about a diary and ryan got laughing and was like "i don't think that's right" lmao it was so funny and then when they asked for style of film or directors we btoh yelled at Jerry Lewis but Jeff only heard Kayley and asked her to say it again and she did and he was amused and he had to go ver and like shake her hand HAHA so we are happy to know he really likes jerry too and then Freaking Greg and joel did MARTIN AND LEWIS rather than just Jerry and I was there like OMFG THEY'RE DOING MARTIN AND LEWIS!!! sooo loud im certain they all hear dme hahaha i was like dying. then omfg Sentences. Ah, Sentences. honestly, that's my fave game if we're being honest. Lmao.  This one was about Firey Bellbottoms or something like that and they made it about disco. Hahahaha Jeff just wanted to dance. Ryan had a baby randomly lmao which was made funnier cuz later on one of the sentences read was about him getting his period and jeff was like, wait a minute. Lmao! and Ryan was laughing and was like DON'T EVEN ASK. hhahahah but then came the best part of course... When they were talking about going out and dancing and Jeff was all That hit Beegee's song *reads paper and makes a face and raises his eyebrow before reading it off* "Would You like to see my Golden Cone?" in which i then started to die and im certain he knew it wa sme cuz he threw the paper directly at me LMAO!

he said it so dramatically i died. like even more dramatically then some cuz he like put his head to the side in a huff.  hahaha. the whole audience laughed a lot and i felt so proud!!! and then Ryan apparently must have really appreciated it because he decided to start singing it. He sang a disco song about the golden cone and I can't remember it...so seriously if anyone out there was there and remembers it or anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I know it involved penis and sex though. I was very glad they went the penis route because that is what the golden cone is all about. LMAO but it was like a whole thing nad i was liek OMG!! i was so proud!! and then jeff went quickly over and they got SUPER close and then they started dancing and it was so funny. also kayley's never got read but it was about bananas which was super funyn cuz ryan made a joke about bananas ealrier in it and then got like 2 or 3 other sentences about bananas. HAHA it wa sso funny though oh man. I'm so sad I can't remember the song though :((( hahahaha and then the woman who got brought up this time was like in some relationship with this dude in the crowd for like 8 years or something idk but not engaged hahaha and she said something about not eating the candy but she got in the van anyway and they laughed about that a lot and ryan was like man i wish i had said that hahaha and then the song started and i don't fully remeber the song but jeff ran down into the audience and sat next to him which was like basically right behind me and was trying to convince the guy to propose to her but the guy wouldn't LMAO it was too funny omfg! and then he went back up and finished the song. then during moving people a 3rd girl went upon stage because it was vegas so she was durnk and instead of kicking her off though for abit they were highly amused and trying to figure out what the heck was happening jeff was like why don't we just do it and they wer elike oh ok? and so they kept her on and ryan ended up playing it too. HAHAHA they were at some amusement park but the girls just put jeff and greg into really inappropriate postions the ENTIRE time. Like they were just so close i was dying it all happened directly infront of me too. and at one point greg was talking about never having jeff's balls on his as much as he had in that moment LMAO and then they were so close that there lips were touching each others faces and they were loosing it when they were talking and at one point jeff was just power tool tonguing at me from the stage tbh and i lost it entirely and then finally the girls moved them over to try to get on the "ride" that ryan was apparently the runner of lmao but the girl just made jeff majorly squat and it wasso hard to watch because he was clearly in pain LMAO and Ryan was loosing it and he was like THIS IS NOT RIGHT! THE RIDE IS BROKE! THE RIDE IS BROKE! IM GETTING OUT OF HERE! lmaoo and the girl walked him backstage. hahahaa finally the game ended but omg it was so funny this sound effects game was much better. the two were much better about it. but again i don't really remember the details about it?? lol im sure i'll remember them but im just forgetting right at this moment. then let's see...GREATEST HITS! oh man, greatest hits. lmao this time Jeff and Ryan were singing. and it was so funny. Ryan kept trying to upstage Jeff and at one point Jeff was like "CAN I JUST SING A FUCKING LINEEE?" and he'd sing like 1 and then Ryan interupted again LMAO it was so funny but then when they got to the last one which was an 80s song (i squeed cuz greg mentione the pet shop boys lmao) and ryan did his freaking get up as the 80s guy and i lost it and jeff was just singing away not looking at him and ryan was trying to ge thim to so he put it inot the words so jeff turned around and his reaction was priceless and he started singing about ryan being a creepy looking dude. and the song was supposed to about roofers. but it just veered off. at one point ryan was singing about pitchin a tent and shit lmao but they kept getting all over each other like hardcore Lmaooo and at one point jeff was like behind ryan all sexually but he smooshed him down too much that the bottles started faling out of his shirt and jeff was trying to put them back in and ryan was all 'it's tooooo late nowwww" lmaooo and then jeff proceeded to start like humping him and making faces and he was all "I'M THE TOP............YOU'RE THE BOTTOM!!!" LMFAOO AND I FUCKING LOST IT me and kayley were dying so hard and then they pulled apart and were just there thrusting in my face and i was like what the hell is happening?? im pretty sure at this point they didn't even know and then ryan wa sjust rolling around on the floor and jeff was siging something about questioning his sexuality or something hysterical likethat somehow involving roofing... and then he was back over standing over ryan and ryan had his knees bent ya know on his back and he wa slike singing telling jeff to go down on him LMAOOOO and Jeff put his hand down ryan's legs into his crotch and ryan was dying (this was DIRECTLY INFRONT OF ME BTW) and then jeff wa ssinging about lowering himself onto ryan and He was doing just tht...LOWERING HIMSELF DOWN ONTO RYAN LMAO and Ryan was like dying jeff kept more into character tbh but he was giggling too at some points but by this point the whole roofing thing just went out the window and it was like gay porn happening on the stage and even ryan realized it and he was like SINGING "CAN THIS GET ANY GAYER????" LMaoooo and once he sang that (and btw jeff was just full on stradling him at this point with his hands on him) Jeff lost it and then Greg and Joel decided to join in the song with dancing like it was the 80s all over the stage but jeff and ryan were just rolling around together on stage and i was just like what the the hell did my eyes just witness. LMAO when ryan was all can this get any gayer tho i was like ONLY IF YOU WHIP IT OUT because that is literally how much it really was. I was like WTF IS HAPPENING!! like i knew they could get wild and get close and stuff but this was literally other worldly. The entire audience was loosing their shit. Like there was a full on sex scene happening on stage I'm not even lying they REALLY, REALLY, REALLY!!!!!!!!! went there. lmaooo and when it ended they were still joking on about it for a few and ryan was just like "oh man" like he does when things et really wild lmaooo. and then they said goodnight and we all cheered and it was amazing and sad at the same time and then we waited around again and then that's when the old guy was all "would you ladies like to dance?" and at first we were like noo cuz like he was some random old guy in vegas. lmao but then he was like ya want to meet my wife and kayley went over ahaha i was like no way you can dance you're the dancer! NOT ME! mostly cuz jeff was there and also because my feet were KILLING me. seriously.they were bleeding. lmao so i stood there and videod her as ya'll saw and watched and listened to jeff and greg esp jeff cuz he was so loud and very into it LMAO! and then we werelike right at the table next to them as i said and finally the old guy convinced me to go up but i was like fineee but only if you go too to kayley hahaha and so the 3 of us were just up there dancing as jeff and greg and joel too were watching and it was wild. omg. so much happened there i don't wanna put here if you want to know the details you can message me for those. lmao thennnn later we were walking around the casino again and i played the dean martin slot machine because dean (I Won, yay) and then joel approached us and we were just there talking to him for a while and it was great because it was like talking to an old friend. He's so nice. haha and a genuinely funny guy!! then kayley got a drink and i decided i needed one too so we were walking into the place when somehow i spot jeff walking toward us and I was like (loudly of course) OMFG! THERE'S JEFF! and like flailed my arms up and kayley while trying to hide behind me or something went falling into the clothing rack that just happened to be there. people in the casino saw. jeff definitely saw. again more weirdness happened there that if you want details on you can message me (i'm trying to keep this less creepy publicly. lmao) i then was mortified that i did it loud and ducked into the place but he definitely heard and saw so there's that. Lmfao. I mean I don't think i would have been all OMFG!! except for the fact we walked around the whole place a lot and didn't see him and he's not exactly hard to miss so i just had figured he had gone upt o his room or something bahahaha. gues snot. oh well. oh ya i forgot we also met Bob really quick as he was heading up to his room! We shook his hands and told him he was great and the show was great and he thanked us and was all smiles, nice man of course.  then the next day we did an escape room (i was dumber than I thought lmao) and the mafia museum which was great because there was dean stuff and theyeven played ain't that a kick in the head and there was martin and lewis stuff and i was just like yaaaaaaaa!!! hahaha

then i ate like the biggest slice of pizza in my life lmao (it looked bigger in person trust me

and then we also went to see Vegas! The Show which was really fun and stereotypical Vegas so it was great. and got better seats for free

haha but sadly i was really sick that day :( haha then we wet back to the hotel and tried to sleep because i knew i needed it we hadn't orignally planned to sleep but as i was sick there was no way i couldn't. and then we were super sad to leave but had to obviously and then my flight from vegas to DC/Virginia was good and nice but then the mess atthe airport happened and I had a panic attack in the middle of an abandoned section of the airport and then went off on this jackass of a dude like full on. I was screaming at him arms flailing my heavyNY accent was A GO! lmao I was so pissed and he was a JERK like to everyone i genuinely wish i remembered his name and shit so i could report him and get him reprimanded or fired or something because he is like on my list of evil people he even LOOKS like a creep. like for real. he kept making me seem like i was an idiot and at that point i was so sick and so sick i was just like GONE. lmao but after my panic attack i finally found someone who wasn't a jerk and hse helped me get a decent flight and a hotelr oom and junk and then i got there and stuff bad happened there too and i was like ??? was i too lucky in Vegas?? Hahahah but then i slept which was nice even if it wasn't long enough and flew home and got in and got home and i was like yay onyl to find out my dad is a jerk and didn't do any of the stuff he promised he would do so i had to do it all that night before i could even sleep and then once i slept i was out til 4pm and i just keep sleeping a lot and im still sick tho i think im starting to feel better finally so fingers crossed. Damn you Jeff for getting me sick!!WORTH IT!! lmao

ok i think i covered anything if i forgot anything hopefully Kayley will fill ya'll in. this was nuts i can't believe i spent over 2 hours writing this and it's not even everything and I'm pretty sure I forgot important stuff. bahhhh. 3:59am ahaha

i was all we need pics when im in a butterfly shirt!!! lol

[elizaviento]

Assimilation (part 18/23)

Note:  If hell exists, I’ll be there writing cartoon PWP for all my little demon babies.

NSFW -- 2000 words

(FYI: Additional chapters of Assimilation can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description.  Or, you can click the #assimilation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

*****

“I need to suck your cock,” I panted, scrambling from his lap to drop to my knees before him.  

“Take – take that dress off first.  Lemme see your tits.”

As I stood again to unzip and shimmy the dress from my body, Rick surveyed my handiwork on his slacks. “You made such a mess, sweetheart,” he groaned, rubbing his soaked bulge before unbuckling his belt and loosening his fly. 

I felt a blush creep up my neck and cheeks as I settled back on my knees.  Then, I took a moment to admire him – gliding my hands down his thighs, lightly scraping with my nails, enjoying the way he shivered under my touch.  His cock was swollen and purple with a bead of precum already rolling from the tip.  I wanted to take my time to go slow and tease him a bit, but the sight of him made my mouth water in anticipation.

“Hey,” he said, just as I was about to swallow his dick down my throat.  I flicked my eyes up to meet his.  “Rub your clit while you suck me.  But – but don’t cum.  Just get – keep that pussy nice and w-wet for me, baby.”

Once again, his filthy mouth would do that job all on its own, but I dropped one hand between my legs to obey as I wrapped the other around the base of his cock.  He hissed and slightly bucked up into my hand at the contact which morphed into a deep moan when I slowly swirled the flat of my tongue around his swollen tip.  Straightening my spine for a better angle, I hovered my mouth just on the tip of his cock before relaxing my throat and sinking down until my nose brushed his coarse pubic hair.

“Oh, ohh, ahh!  Jesus!” he cried as I pulled up and sank back down, twisting my head slightly from side to side when he hit the back of my throat.  Coming up for air, I swept my hair from my face and began to coat my hand, making eye contact with him as I licked my palm and each individual finger.

“Fuck, those eyes…” he breathed, reaching forward to push a lock of stray hair behind my ear and I shyly shifted my gaze from his.  This certainly wasn’t the first time I had been complimented on my eyes but it was the first time I’d actually felt like it wasn’t a cheesy line.  And, the tone of his voice sent a lightning bolt straight to my clit, eliciting a strangled moan from me as I circled the sensitive nub just a little bit faster.

“I can hear you rubbing yourself, baby.  Does – does it feel g– AHH GOD!”  

I smirked to myself at his reaction as I grasped his dick in my soaked palm and stroked him — twisting and applying more pressure when I reached the tip – and dipped my head to run my tongue across his balls before sucking one and then the other gently in my mouth.  

“Is that good?” I asked sweetly, repeating the lick and suck maneuver while I awaited his reply.

“Yeah – oh, ohh, fuuuck – yeah, my good girl.  Ah! Fucking perfect.”

He was full on bucking up into my hand now, keeping a perfect rhythm of upward thrusts as I stroked down, moaning without reservation.  I lifted my head to watch and fully take in the sight of Rick in absolute bliss; his teeth planted in his bottom lip, his eyes screwed shut and brow furrowed, his hands clamped on the edge of the sofa cushions.  It was beautiful and I had to full stop the motion of my fingers on my clit or risk another orgasm.

“Baby – s-sweetheart,” I heard him sigh, as I rose back up and followed the motion of my hand with my mouth, making sure to re-coat his cock with my saliva.  I felt his fingers thread through my hair to gather it at the back of my head, anchoring a firm hold.  “I gotta – you – y-you want Daddy to fuck you?”  I moaned around his cock, slowing down just a little as his hands tightened their grip on my scalp.  “Yeah?” he asked again, now halting my movements altogether.  “You want Daddy’s cock deep in that cunt, sweet girl?”

Releasing him with a gasp, I felt absolutely dizzy with desire.  How could he drive me this crazy?  How could he make the word ‘Daddy’ sound erotic to the point that my pussy was literally throbbing for it?

“Yes!” I cried, completely giving in – confirming that his experiment was successful.  “Please, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” he growled, dislodging the hand still wrapped around his dick and yanking me upward.  I didn’t make it to my feet so much as I was lifted from the floor and dragged onto the couch, my shoulder bent at an odd angle as I flopped down on my stomach.  Realizing he was probably hurting me, he released my hand so that I could stretch my arm down my body and prop myself up on my elbows.  He shifted his position so that he was leaning forward on his knees to straddle my thighs, grinding his erection against my ass.  I looked over my shoulder to watch him strip his lab coat and sweater before circling his hands around either side of my hips to coax me up to my knees.  Before I knew it, I could feel the warm head of his cock rubbing up and down my wet slit from behind.  I screwed my fists around the fabric of the couch cushions, dying for him to finally press forward.  And, he did – so slowly that I had to lower my forehead to the cushions with a needy whine as his large hands halted my hasty backward thrusts.  

“Always so – so eager for me,” he chuckled, gripping my hips harder and pushing forward another agonizing millimeter.  As much as my pussy was demanding that I rut back against him – as much as it ached for that feeling of absolute fullness – the rest of my body was reveling in the tiny sparks of pleasure that erupted under his touch as his hands began to sweep over my lower back, slide under to brush my stomach, and glide back around to cup and squeeze my ass.

“You okay, Chicken?” he asked, checking in.  He must have noticed how heavily I was breathing; how tight my fists were clinching the fabric of the cushions.

“Uh huh,” I choked out.  “You just feel so good.”

“So do – y-you feel amazing, baby,” he said with a moan, pulling out entirely and then sinking in all way in one fluid stroke.  The sensation was so overwhelming that my upper body collapsed entirely on the couch as I cried out.  “So warm and – and wet.”

“Oh god, Rick!”

I felt him lean over my back as I pushed myself back up on my elbows, pressing his cock even deeper as his hands roamed up to cup my breasts and roll each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers.

“I love hearing y-y-you say my name,” he said, pulling out – his position over my body only allowing half way – and sinking back in.

“Rick, please,” I begged, looking back at him, hoping that my pained expression would allow him to take pity on me.  He had much more patience than I ever gave him credit for.

“Mmm – okay, baby.  Daddy’s gonna – gonna take good care of you,” he crooned, leaning back up to finally give me what I needed.  But, instead of the fast, rough pace of our previous couplings, he remained steady and slow and deliberate with each thrust.  His hands continued to roam my body, taking the same path as when he was teasing me, ending at my tits as he leaned over me and pressed kisses to the back of my neck.  

He wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me.

Feeling overwhelmed with that realization, I couldn’t stop the constant stream of moaning cries or the chanting of his name each time he pushed deep inside me, hitting the spot that made my knees feel weak – slowing down further each time he felt my cunt clinch to keep me on the very edge for as long as possible.  And, I nearly came undone when the pads of fingers swiped over my clit, just once, on the downward journey of his hands.

“Oh god – oh my god,” I panted, trembling so hard that the couch must shook beneath me.  He leaned over me again, pushing in deep, pressing his chest to my back. 

“You like that?” he rasped in my ear, swiping my clit once more.  I buried my face into the cushion and sobbed in frustration, balling my hands into fists.  “You – you want more?  Tell me, sweetheart.”  He swiped again, this time adding more pressure.

“Yes! Please!” I cried, tears pricking my eyes.  He had kept me teetering on the edge for what felt like hours and my muscles ached from tensing and relaxing under his torturous touch.  He was completely in control and I felt like I was going mad.  And, finally – finally – he relented.  He rose back up on his knees behind me and quickened his pace to something more savage and needy, rocking my body forward with quick, hard, deep thrusts that had me literally gasping and screaming like a banshee.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted in time with his thrusts, his hands digging bruises on my hips.  His voice was thick and raspy and drove me wild.  “Cum on my dick, baby.  Say my name again,” he suddenly demanded, reaching one hand down to firmly rub tight circles on my clit.  His fingers hadn’t finished their second rotation before my body seized and my knees violently clamped together below me, the rough fabric of the couch scratching burns on the skin.  With his hand now caught between my thighs, he continued to roughly circle my clit until my pussy clenched tightly around his cock and something between a moan, a scream, and a sob escaped me in the shape of his name as I came – each pulse causing my body to spasm and jerk.

Rick continued to pound into me, rougher and more erratic, as my muscles completely liquefied and I sank into the cushions.  I stretched my arms above me to grip the arm of the couch, locking my elbows so that my face wouldn’t be rubbed raw from the forward and back momentum of his savage thrusts.  And, now that I was finally sated, I felt the desire to talk him through.

“Yeah – that’s it, baby,” I encouraged.  “Cum for me, Daddy.”

“Ah SHIT!” he roared, gripping my hips with both hands again and slamming inside me one last time as his cock swell and pulsed, filling me up entirely.  “Oh fuck – oh Christ,” he groaned, slumping over top of me.  His hot, humid breath puffed through my hair to tickle the back of my neck and his entire weight settled on my back.

“Rick,” I wheezed, trying to wiggle out from under him.  “Rick, I can’t breathe.”

“Oops,” he chuckled, planting his palms on either side of my head to push himself up.  As he rose to a kneeling position and pulled out, a gush of wetness leaked from my cunt directly onto the sofa.

“Oh, gross!” I exclaimed, sitting up to feel even more of his ejaculate leak from between my thighs.  “Well, your couch is ruined.”

He laughed and I looked toward him with a brow raised in question.

“Baby, t-t-that’s not the first jizz stain on this couch and it won’t – I-I-I doubt it will be the last.”

 To be continued…