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harmonictechnicality · 1 year ago

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*no rest for the wicked*

my teensy contribution to @thefreakandthehair's spicy six summer collection 💖 | word count: 3k | rating: T | ao3 link | also, this wouldn't exist if @chocoarts didn't send me a sketch that immediately set off sparklers in my brain so bless youuu ✨

Twenty-six hours. That’s how long Eddie has been up. Twenty-six hours and twelve minutes. The heaviness hanging in his eyes is medieval-level torturous, and the cramp in his left calf is probably permanent by now.

A sane person who enjoys sleeping might be asking, ‘Why? Why put yourself through this when there’s a perfectly decent bed down the hall?’ And Eddie would be forced to reply back with two, simple words:

Concert. Tickets.

That’s right, Eddie is actively murdering his own brain cells to win two vip tickets on the radio. Twenty-seven hours ago, it seemed like a grand idea. Genius, even. It’s free and minimal effort - he just has to call the station every hour on the dot. No biggie, right?

Ha, sure. Tell that to the muscles in his eyelids.

“How much longer do you have?” Chrissy asks, snagging a magazine from the stack on the couch.

Eddie checks his watch. Huffs out a laugh. “Let’s just say, I could watch the entire Star Wars trilogy including the credits for each one.”

“Translating to...?”

“Seven-ish hours.” Robin quickly chimes. She pops out of her bedroom and joins Chrissy’s side, instantly threading their hands together. They share a look, one that makes Eddie believe in nice things, even in his state of misery. It’s their superpower, injecting their optimistic outlook into the atmosphere. Infectious in the best way.

“I always forget that you speak fluent nerd.” Chrissy snorts.

“Ouch.” Robin gasps and pulls away, stomping off to their room. Too dramatic to be believable. “Get back to bed before I actually feel offended by that.”

Normally, Eddie is charmed by how hopelessly in love his roommates are with each other. But right now, they are his mortal enemies (well, tied with The Clock), because they get to sleep and he gets to stare at the lightbulb in the ceiling fan. Every now and then, it flickers, which never fails to startle him.

Good. He desperately needs the extra alertness.

Another forty-five minutes go by before anything noteworthy happens. Eddie’s other roommate gets off his night shift around one in the morning. The front door squeals as it opens, crackling all the adrenaline leftover in Eddie’s body.

“Scared the shit out of me, man.” Which could’ve been a literal statement if Eddie hadn’t just taken a bathroom break.

“Gotta get this door fixed.” Steve says. That’s what he always says when it creaks. The reaction never changes, always skating his fingers over the door hinges, mouth twisting to the side. Hands on his hips in disapproval. Eddie has to look away before Steve breaks out his insufferably cute ‘foot tap’ routine. “Hey - why are you still up?”

Ah, yes. Just what Eddie needed. A reminder that it’s fucking late. He finds the energy (or common decency, who knows) to point at the phone. Then to the radio.

“You’re still doing that, huh?”

Eddie nods twice.

“Damn, I’ve never heard you this quiet.” Steve sounds genuinely surprised. A little too smug for Eddie’s liking. “Didn’t know your mouth could stay in a straight line for this long.”

There it is. The rich boy smartassery that will never die. Always lurking in the depths of his genetic makeup.

Eddie claps, total deadpan.

The conversation lulls while Steve messes around in the kitchen for a bit. He’s noisily opening cabinets and clanking dishes around in the sink. Eventually, he walks back into the living room with two beers.

Both for him apparently. “Well, listen,” he starts out. Kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I’m pretty wired after work, so if you need some company-”

“Six… hours… left.” Eddie musters out.

“Okay well, I doubt I’ll last that long. But I can give it a shot.”

Eddie smirks, raises both eyebrows. “There’s a dirty joke somewhere in there. Too tired to find it though.”

“Good to know the horny part of your mind is still awake.” Steve gives Eddie a small pat on the head.

“Oh? That’s a good thing?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.” It’s too direct, Eddie hears it. And now it’s just Out There - his inability to flirt in a subtle way. And yeah, he could blame it on sleep deprivation, but he’s never been known for his mastery of ambiguity so…

The pause goes on long enough for the light to flicker again, the room growing darker with it. Steve takes a swig of his drink and smiles. “It’s good to know, Ed.”

The light flickers even darker.

Eddie is fully awake after that. Which could’ve been part of Steve’s plan - stimulate his brain with flirty comments and keep him up with those melty smiles. It’s no secret that Eddie turns into a hair-twirling loser around this guy.

Even after living together for a year and seeing one another’s most disgusting habits, he still feels this way. Tight throat, stomach flips. Purely smitten in a way that would nauseate deadbeat poets.

In this moment, however, it’s a wonderful remedy to staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Much more effective than energy drinks and Tootsie Rolls.

Steve ends up on the floor, leaning against the edge of the couch. He sips another beer, recounting some bullshit that happened during his shift at the hotel. Eddie does his best impression of Listening to Steve’s stories, but the words are just buzzing around the glow of Steve’s hair and the shine on his lips. Nodding at seemingly appropriate times is all Eddie currently can offer.

“Sleeping with your eyes open, Munson?”

Eddie blinks hard. “Huh?”

“Creepy, but impressive.” Steve laughs, tapping his hand against Eddie’s leg. “You should add that to the Special Skills column on your resumé.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a resumé.”

They spend the next hour doing just that - adding useless skills to Eddie’s nonexistent resumé. It keeps them busy. Content. Steve smacks Eddie’s knee anytime he laughs, leaves his hand longer every time. Maybe that’s all in Eddie’s semi-dormant mind, especially since Steve shows casual affection to all of his friends. But the warmth of his palm is real enough to have Eddie fully committed to making Steve laugh as much as possible.

“What about… Expert Paper Clip Chain-Maker?” Steve suggests.

Eddie stares at the chain in his hand, the one he was oblivious to creating. He whips it around like a lasso and then shrugs. “A bit wordy.”

“So you’re saying length matters?”

“Christ on toast, Harrington. You’re awfully quick to jump to that conclusion, aren’t you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just starts laughing again. Eddie didn’t even need to tell a shitty joke this time.

And when Steve’s hand hits his knee, sliding slightly up his thigh, Eddie laughs along with him. It’s the only way to cover up the heat rushing to his face.

Eddie enters the realm of delirium with three hours left in his challenge. He slumps onto the floor next to Steve, nudging his shoulder, staring into his sleep-heavy eyes. It’s four in the morning, inhibitions be damned.

“Do you think if you ever visit Europe, they’d call you Harring-metric-ton?” Eddie picks a piece of lint off Steve’s sleeve. Perfect excuse to reach out, move in closer.

Steve groans. “Yikes. But yes, that question keeps me up at night.”

“So that’s why you’re still awake. See, I knew it wasn’t because of my silly little concert tickets.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, Eddie convinces himself that it’s the truth. Which is so dumb, so stupid. But this seed of insecurity keeps him going, fully projecting his assumptions onto Steve’s harmless comment. Somewhere deep down, buried underneath his exhaustion, Eddie knows it was a joke. But he can’t seem to shut up anymore.

“The riddle has been solved, folks! We finally know why Stevie here is still awake.” Eddie exclaims, flinging his arms out to the side. “Alert Scooby and the gang at once! Mystery Incorporated can finally pack up their magnifying glasses and pursue careers with better health insurance. Ones that covers vision costs this time. It’s what dear, ol' Velma deser-”

“Eddie.” Steve places a hand on Eddie’s arm, holding him still. Was he moving? Oh god, was he shaking?

Fucking mortifying.

Steve’s thumb swipes across Eddie’s skin, tracing diagonal lines back and forth. “You’re rambling.”

“And you’re…” Eddie loses focus. He looks down at the hypnotic patterns that Steve is making. “There. Doing that.”

Steve stops briefly to flip Eddie’s hand over, starts tracing the lines in his palm instead. The pressure makes Eddie’s heart lurch up into his throat. He can feel it thumping in his neck, faster with every stroke of Steve’s fingers. All he wants to do is close his hand around them, keep Steve there for the rest of the night. Longer if he’d let him.

“I can stop if it’s weird.” Steve’s voice is so much quieter than it was earlier.

Don’t stop. Eddie thinks. Can’t say it like that because gross. Humiliating and gross. “It’s not weird.”

Steve keeps his focus on the motion, Eddie does the same. They stay like this for a while, just watching. Intently staring over the invisible lines like pages in a novel. Eddie is pretty sure he’s breathing too loud, can hear it above the whistle in the air conditioner. Wonders if Steve can hear it too.

Probably.

“That’s not why I’m staying awake.” Steve says, never breaking the pattern.

“No?”

“It’s who I’m staying awake for.”

Steve finally stops, right in the center of Eddie’s hand. The air in the room goes dense, weighted with acknowledgment. Something has changed and Eddie can feel it everywhere.

He tilts forward, pulling his gaze away from his hand and up at Steve’s lips. If he weren’t stuck between half-awake and total-delirium, Eddie would just do it. Kiss Steve the way he’s always wanted to. Syrupy slow and deep. Savoring every second.

He could do it right now, right this second. But his focus starts drifting as he closes his eyes. “Did Chrissy tell you?” Eddie grumbles, almost unintelligible.

“Tell me what?”

Eddie’s head falls, landing somewhere on Steve’s chest. He inhales the scent of laundry detergent (because Steve and Chrissy are the only avid laundry-doers in the apartment). It’s so soothing, drawing him further into a dreamlike place.

“Tell me what, Ed?”

“That I…” Eddie is nearly asleep before he can finish the thought. The confession:

‘That I’m crazy about you.’

Sunlight hits Eddie first, startles him so much that he jolts upward. Fully awake. It takes a few seconds of furiously rubbing his eyes before the dread kicks in.

Morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit.”

Eddie fell asleep.

Steve fell asleep.

“Shitshitshit. So many shits!” He fumbles through the labyrinth of blankets and pillows around him, snatching his watch from the coffee table:

10:24 a.m.

“Goddamnit!”

Eddie sinks back down to the floor, clutching the phone that serves him no purpose anymore. All of those hours of waiting and calling for nothing. Even if general admission wasn’t already sold out, it’s not like Eddie could afford tickets on his own. He can barely keep up with his share of the rent. Chrissy had to cover for his grocery run last week and he still hasn’t paid her back.

It’s just so expected too - for him to fuck up like this. Always letting opportunities slip through the cracks, making careless mistakes. No one will be surprised that he failed at such a simple task like calling a fucking radio station.

Eddie sets the phone back on the table and cleans up the living room in a daze. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath about being a total moron. He stays relatively quiet for the most part though. No use in throwing a bitchfest while Steve is blissfully conked out three feet away.

Of course he looks good sleeping too, even in the midst of Eddie’s breakdown. Unfair.

Just before heading back to his room, Eddie hears that familiar door creak. Same one that always sets off Steve’s inner handyman tendencies.

He looks back to see Chrissy padding towards him with a blanket wrapped around her. For someone who hasn’t had their mood-altering cup of coffee yet, she looks extremely pleased to see him. Maybe she knows about the fate of the concert tickets. Maybe this is an early-risers pity party.

Fucking yay.

“Chris, please don’t try to-”

His words are muffled by Chrissy throwing her arms (and blanket cape) around him. She’s so bouncy, the way she always gets with Robin whenever their favorite song comes on at the karaoke bar. He pats her on the back and clears his throat, still trying to piece together what this exchange could be about. However, Eddie is functioning on a few hours of sleep, so his cognitive skills are groggy at best.

She gives him one more squeeze and then looks up, positively gleaming. “I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”

“That I’d screw up for the umpteenth time in my life? Gee thanks, Chris.” Eddie says.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Steve!” She whisper-yells back.

Was she snooping on them last night? He wouldn’t put it past her, snoopiness is the foundation of their friendship. Well, whatever Chrissy thought she saw, she’s wrong. Sure, Steve and Eddie flirted, both letting some potentially mutual feelings slip out.

But it was all cut short by Eddie passing out mid-flirt. God knows how Steve took that reaction. Probably assumed Eddie was so bored that he would rather sleep than makeout with him. Or worse, that Eddie was pretending to sleep to let him down easy.

Christ, he doesn’t wanna think about that right now. Not while he’s still mourning the loss of his precious tickets.

“Hate to break it to you, honeyjam, but nothing happened.” Eddie shakes his head, gesturing to Steve who hasn’t budged from the recliner. “It’s just me over here and Steve over there. No conjunction connecting us together in that way.”

He can already tell Chrissy isn’t buying it. She’s getting that little forehead wrinkle right above her eyebrows, just like an angry cartoon character. Her best attempt at intimidation. “You didn’t see what I saw.”

“Gay desperation?”

“No, you jackass. Come here!”

Chrissy yanks Eddie into his bedroom, demanding for him to lock the door. He listens, mainly because the intimidation is starting to work a little. They sit at the edge of the bed and she begins to explain everything she saw:

Steve constructing a wall of blankets and pillows around Eddie to ensure he slept comfortably. Steve waiting by the phone, tapping his foot in that insufferably cute way that Eddie loves so much. Steve scoring the tickets, celebrating quietly to himself.

“How long were you standing at the door, weirdo?” Eddie teases her to avoid the way his stomach is twisting around her words.

Chrissy shushes him and squeals. “And he kissed your cheek!”

“Liar.”

“He did, I swear! He kissed you on the cheek or the chin or the nose. I don't know which one for sure because my view was obstructed by all of your hair.”

Eddie instinctively combs his fingers through a few strands, undoing the knotted pieces. Not all of them, but enough to keep his hands busy while he thinks through this. Processing. “And you’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“Positive.”

“What about a hallucination? Didn’t Byers make a batch of those infamous brownies again?”

Chrissy gives a deep sigh. “Whatever. You’re hopeless.” She shrugs the blanket back over her arms and heads toward the door. More than a fair assessment, Eddie can’t argue even if he wanted to (he always does).

He stares at the line of posters along his wall, letting Chrissy’s words replay over and over. Imagining what it might have felt like. If Steve’s breath was warm or if his lips were soft. Eddie wonders how it looked to have Steve dipping down to his level. Staying so quiet, so careful not to disturb him. The visuals swarm his head until there’s nothing left but Steve.

Him and Steve. Connecting them together in that way after all.

So, Eddie gets up and walks back into the living room. He takes in the view of Steve curled up in the recliner, mouth slightly parted open. Chest falling with every sniffle, not quite a snore.

There’s so many emotions while looking at him. Eddie can’t just pin one down to fully comprehend what's going on. All he can do is repeat the scene that’s occupying his mind, settling in his bones.

“Here,” he whispers, placing another blanket across Steve’s lap. It’s feathery gentle, more than he intends for it to be. So gentle that Steve doesn’t shift or stir.

Eddie takes a deep breath and bends down, close enough to notice all the little details. The ones he’s been too sheepish to indulge in before last night.

The tiny hairs on Steve’s forearm. The creases in his t-shirt. The bit of dried toothpaste on his chin. None of it should make his cheeks feel this flushed, but they do.

He lets the rush of bravery wash through him as he kisses Steve on the tip of his nose. Just the way Steve must’ve done to him. It’s swift, lighter than he means for it to be. Barely touching. But it’s enough to switch his heart rate up a few notches, pulsing jumping in his wrist.

Eddie steps away, waiting to see if Steve wakes up. Not entirely sure if he wants that or if he’d rather keep this memory to himself.

“Thanks… by the way.” Eddie adds, brushing the tips of his fingers over Steve’s hand. Wishing he could trace the lines in his palm. Rewind back to last night and pause it there indefinitely. “I’ll tell you again when you’re up, but yeah.”

“Thank you, Steve Harrington.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #slight buckingham because I said so #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #biggest of shoutouts to lex for giving us this space to create and share together!!!#is the sleep depravation making Eddie good at flirting???#or is it all in his overactive imagination???#the world may never know #also Eddie is wearing one of Robin's shirts bc he never does laundry #that's not relevant - it's just a brainworm that he ironically wears her marching band tees #okay okay pls enjoy 💖#(and pretend I'm in a timezone where it's still August pls)

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haeryna · 9 months ago

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OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #literally shaking in my chair #you like my writing???#you like me???#omfg !! kisses you

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harley-michaels-main · 1 year ago

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It's been awhile since I did a tier list but I've been into shojo anime and manga recently so I'm gonna rank my top five.

#5: Ouran High School Host Club

Haruhi Fujioka is recruited to join the host club after she breaks a vase!

Ouran is probably one of the best known shojo animes there is. It's funny, light hearted, adorable, and probably is one of the first reverse harem anime to gain a large fan base. And for being made in the early 2000's, the animation still holds up today.

However, the characters do not. There are a lot of things about this show that just did not age well. While I recommend this series I also recommend taking it with a grain of salt. This was made when certain things were socially acceptable that simply are not today.

That is the only reason I would have it at number 5. Other wise, the cast is great. The plot is hilarious. The pacing is well done. Overall, it's a hilarious and feel good show for when you simply don't want to think about what you're watching.

#4 Kamisama Hajimenmashita

After being kicked out of her apartment due to her father's gambling habits, Nanami Momozono must find her place in this world. But becoming an Earth God? How the hell is she supposed to do that?!

This is the first shojo I watched knowing that it was a shojo. I immediately fell in love with the characters and their dynamics. There's complicated back stories as well for those to like to drive a bit more into characters.

Sadly, the anime was rushed to a finish and a lot of the manga was never adapted. While the anime is still great, the ending just feels wrong without having the full story. The manga is completed and I highly recommend reading it. Yet because of the cancelation, I have to put it at number 4.

#3: Yona Of The Dawn

On her 16th birthday, the sole princess of Kouka, Yona, goes to ask her father to reconsider her marriage proposal to the love of her life. Her love had other plans with her father that night.

This is arguably one of the best shojos out there. With an amazing ploy and some of the best characters ever written, your heart is sure to be captured by this.

There is only one season of this however and it sadly looks like there won't be more any time soon.

The reason for this getting third place isn't because of the anime but actually because I just like the other two more. I love the fantasy setting, but I tend to like it more in shounen than shojo.

#2: My Love Story With Yamada-Kun at level 999

After being cheated on and dumped by her boyfriend over a girl he met in a game, Akane Kinoshita sets out to get revenge! By going to an irl game event and make him realize what he's missing out on! If only her luck with shoes was better.

This is a very new shojo with the first season just wrapping up a couple weeks ago. However, the manga has been going strong since 2019 and I have loved every minute of it. Thus has some of the best characters I have ever seen and it just continues to get better. It's also the type of shojo where we get to see the couple progress their relationship as a couple which is amazing.

I will say there are some... spicier bits in the manga so beware of that if it's not your thing. (Nothing explicit is shown)

However we get to see progression from te side characters as well which is also amazing. I love every moment of this and it had me squealing and kicking my feet like a little girl.

#1: Horimiya

The queen bee and the loner realize that maybe they can be their true selves around each other.

This is my all time favorite. I read the manga, watch the og anime, watched the remake, and the missing pieces. I love this story so much.

It portrays realistic relationships and shows that both of the main characters have faults that they work through in their relationship. Not just that, but the side characters get a lot of development as well that makes you rooting for them.

This whole story is so wholesome and it's the perfect thing to unwind to.

#my love story with yamada kun at lv999 #loving yamada at lv999 #horimiya #yona of the dawn #yona of the red dawn #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #ouran #ouran hshc #ohshc #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #anime #shojo #shojo manga #shojo anime #romance #romance manga #romance anime

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vilevenom · 8 months ago

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This was longer than I meant it to be, lol. I present, the next fic for the "Hello My Old Heart" series! It is pretty much a direct continuation from the previous fic, and that is completely unintentional. The brothers get to meet their new nephew! Enjoy! ❤️

Of all the trolls to find out about Sky's hatching first, neither John Dory nor Hickory had expected it to be Viva.

They were descending the hill after having packed up the remains of their picnic, and collecting what they could of Sky's shattered shell (John didn't know exactly what he was going to do with it, but he knew he wanted to keep it. It was a memento, after all). John had tucked Sky into his hair, only for the trolling to decide it was a much better idea to try to stand on the edge of his fathers goggles to try and catch the glow bugs that were floating around the area. This, inevitably, ending up with John's goggles sliding down his face and the trolling to tip forwards into open air. John yelped, Hickory dropped their basket, and Viva suddenly appeared to catch Sky before he could fall more than a couple of inches.

"And who is this?" Viva cooed at the trolling, who blinked owlishly at her, before clapping enthusiastically with a laugh of glee.

John shoved his goggles back into his hair, letting out a breath of relief, while Hickory flopped bodily onto the ground while clutching at the front of his vest.

"This is Sky," John said, watching as Viva moved the baby into the crook of her arm to tickle at his belly. Sky burst into a peel of laughter, kicking his feet and swatting at Viva's hand to no avail.

"He's barely five minutes old, an' already tryin' t' kill his parents," Hickory groaned from his spot of the ground.

Viva paused in her tickling to gape in surprise at John Dory, who smiled sheepishly, before she looked back to the baby in her arms who waved at her happily. "OH MY GOSH!" she squealed, bringing the baby up to her face to nuzzle his nose with her own. Sky screeched happily, patting at Viva's cheeks. "Hello! Welcome to pop village! I'm your aunty Viva!"

"He literally hatched, like, five minutes ago," John admitted, moving to help Hickory back to his feet.

Viva lowered the baby from her face, Sky letting out a whine of protest. "Wait, really? Does that mean I'm the first to meet him?"

"And hold him," John said with a nod, holding his hands out to take his son back, wiggling his fingers in the air.

"An' save 'im from getting hurt," Hickory added with a snort, scooping his hat up from the ground before picking up their picnic basket and blankets. "What're ya doin' out here, anyhow?"

"Oh!" Viva said with a light laugh, handing Sky back to John, the baby whining and making grabby hands in the air at her at the switch. She cooed at Sky, but shook her head at him before turning her gaze back to his parents. "Branch and Poppy are on a date, so I told Branch I'd do his patrol for him tonight. I guess he goes around the edge of the village every night to make sure all of his traps are in working order. Poppy said I didn't need to, but, y'know. Just cause it's safer here, doesn't mean I don't still think precautions are good to have."

"You sound like Clay and Branch," John snorted, turning Sky in his arms and holding him up to blow a raspberry onto his belly. The baby squealed loudly, batting at his father and nearly kicking John in the face for his trouble. John grinned as he peppered kisses to Sky's face, the trolling smacking at John's cheeks and giggling wildly at the attention.

"Well, I mean, they're right," Viva scoffed with a grin, "So I'll take that as a compliment."

"As you should," Hickory agreed with a small nod. He shifted the items he was holding so he could reach over and run his fingers through Sky's hair as John settled him in his arms, the baby yawning widely. "But, I reckon this was a lot a' excitement for him, already. We should get 'im home."

"Aw, yeah, the little guy looks sleepy. Was getting out of your shell tough? I bet it was," Viva cooed at Sky, wiggling her fingers at him. He babbled at her, reaching out for her, only to let out another yawn and snuggle into John's chest.

John chuckled, nuzzling his nose into Sky's curly hair. "We'll start introducing him to everyone tomorrow, probably. I don't think we can keep him to ourselves for very long."

"Oh, yeah, no," Viva laughed, shaking her head. "If you don't start telling people, I will. Poppy is going to freak out and want, like, a million pictures. You should see the scrapbooks she somehow already has with all of Bruce's kids. SO many."

"I bet," John said with a lopsided smile. "Thanks again for catching him, Viva. I think hair rides are gonna be off the table for a while."

"That's probably for the best," Viva said with a grin, waving as she turned on her heel. "Congrats, you two! I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Wait," Hickory stepped forward, a look of concern on his face, "What time? Viva?!" He grunted as Viva disappeared into the woods, looking unimpressed. "We better get some sleep tonight. Someone's gonna be bangin' on our door at the first sign of sun."

"Yup," John said, popping the 'p'.

Hickory had been correct when he'd predicted getting woken early in the morning, as there was rapid knocking on their door nearly as soon as the sun was above the horizon.

John sat up with a grunt, Sky whining from his bassinet at the side of the bed, little arms and legs flailing in the air at the disruption to his slumber. "Hey, hey," John cooed, blurrily getting up from bed to scoop the baby into his arms to try and settle him. Meanwhile, Hickory rolled over and buried his head under a pillow, letting out a string of what John could only assume were German curses at whoever was at the door.

"I guess I'll get it then," John said with a snort, shuffling to the door and opening it to squint into the light that poured into the pod. Sky let out a sound of distress, his hands quickly covering his eyes as he tried to hide in his fathers arms.

"OH MY GLITTER!"

John grunted again as Sky was scooped out of his arms by a bright pink blur that he assumed was Poppy. His eyes were still fuzzy from sleep, and the bright light of the sun wasn't helping. He rubbed at his eyes once his hands were free, frowning lightly at the Queen of Pop currently holding his kid, and his youngest brother who looked mildly uncomfortable behind her.

"Good morning," John grumbled sardonically, arching an eyebrow at the two on his doorstep.

"Hey. Uh, sorry," Branch muttered with a slight wince, "Viva told Poppy about the baby last night, and she didn't listen to me when I told her we should probably wait until we were at least invited over."

John shrugged, unabashedly yawning in the Queens face and stretching, before gesturing for the two to come inside. "It's fine. Hickory and I figured this would happen."

Poppy bounced into the pod happily, Sky looking less than thrilled in his aunts arms as he rubbed at his eyes and whined, a tiny little frown on his face. Branch followed shortly after, shutting the door behind him to help block the sun back out of the pod. Hickory poked his head out from the blankets to glare at them from across the pod, muttering something in German under his breath.

"Don't mind him. He's really not a morning troll," John said with a snarky grin, blowing a kiss at Hickory as the country trolls glare was directed at him. John yawned again as he began brewing coffee, largely ignoring the queen and his brother. If they were going to visit at the ass crack of dawn, they were not going to get a very hospitable John Dory, he'd decided. They could deal with his half awake awareness.

"He's so cute, JD!" Poppy cooed, giggling as the baby frowned at her, obviously still only half awake himself. It would seem he took after Hickory and his aversion to mornings.

"He'll probably be cuter once I feed him some breakfast," John said with a light laugh, holding a mug up towards Branch and arching a brow.

"I'd love some coffee, thanks," Branch said with a short nod, moving to sit at the kitchen table as Poppy set Sky into a high chair that had been set up in anticipation a couple of weeks ago. The baby smacked at the little tray table in front of him, letting out a loud whine of disapproval as Poppy stepped away from him.

"Awww. Who's a grumpy little goose? It's Sky," Poppy sing-songed to the baby, poking him gently in the nose. This caused Sky to pause, confusion on his face at being poked. He opened his mouth to, presumably, let out another disgruntled whine, only to squeak as a spoon of baby food was shoved into his mouth. He blinked in surprise as John pulled the spoon free, a confused burble leaving him as he swished the baby food around in his mouth.

"See? Already an improvement," John said with a grin, handing Poppy the jar of food and spoon. "Since you woke him up, you can feed him."

"That's fair," Poppy chirped, pulling a chair out from the table so she could sit in front of Sky.

John chuckled as he watched Poppy make swooshing noises with each spoonful of food, pretending it was a flyer bug as she fed Sky his breakfast. He quickly got over his initial grumpiness as he was fed, excitedly slapping at the tray and babbling at Poppy as she fed him.

John figured she didn't need supervision after the first couple of bites, turning back to the coffee. "How do you want it?" he asked Branch, pouring his own cup first, laden with a heaping spoonful of sugar.

"Just black is fine," Branch stated, giving his brother a short nod of thanks as a mug was passed over.

John let the sounds of Sky and Poppy fill the room for a minute, quietly sipping at his coffee, before he sat himself in the chair next to Branch and gave him a pointed look. Branch looked startled, sitting up straighter in his seat at his brothers attention. "Well?"

"Well…what?" Branch asked, confusion plain on his face.

"Your nephew," John gestured towards the baby, who was wearing a significantly larger portion of his breakfast than he had been a moment previous.

"Uh…he's cute?" Branch offered, still looking confused.

John stared at him blankly for a moment before sighing heavily. "You're not good with kids, are you?"

Branch looked offended for a moment, before hunching his shoulders slightly and looking embarrassed. "I mean…I taught Keith how to ride a flyer bug, and I took some scouts out camping a couple of times. That all went well."

"But no experience with babies?"

Branch sighed, rolling his shoulders. "I mean, not really, no. No one exactly trusted me with their kids until relatively recently. I was a pretty steadfast recluse, after all."

John nodded a little, then rose back up from his seat. Branch watched him with curiosity as he grabbed a cloth from the counter, before sweeping over to wipe Sky clean of the baby food that had been smeared across his face. Sky swatted at John as his face was cleaned, whining loudly as his breakfast was interrupted. John cooed at him, tickling him briefly once he was clean, earning a bright laugh from Sky. "There we go," John hummed, freeing Sky from his high chair. Now both Poppy and Branch were watching him curiously as he moved back around the kitchen table. He nodded at Branch, who slowly set his coffee mug down, now looking more confused than anything. He made a high pitched sound of distress as John deposited Sky into his arms without a word.

Sky stared up at Branch with wide eyes, absently sucking on the fingers of his right hand as he observed his uncle.

"Uhm…hello?" Branch offered, stiff in his seat as he held Sky awkwardly in his lap. John simply chuckled at him as Branch shot him a panicked look.

"Just relax, Branch. He's not gonna bite you. And even if he did, he doesn't have any teeth yet."

Branch simply swallowed thickly as he turned his gaze back to the baby in his lap. Sky continued to stare at him for another moment, before a grin broke out on his face. He pulled his fingers free of his mouth and began to babble at Branch happily, waving his hands about excitedly. Branch looked alarmed as the baby flailed in his arms, glancing up at Poppy, only to find her holding a camera and happily taking photos. "Poppy! Help," he pleaded quietly, only for Poppy to shake her head at him with a grin.

"No way, Branch. You need to bond with your nephew! Plus, pictures," she waved the camera at him, giggling and snapping another photo as Sky finally wriggled enough in Branch's hold to be able to reach out and smack his drool covered hand to Branch's cheek.

Branch jerked, but was mindful enough of Sky to not drop the poor kid. He slowly turned his face to look down at the baby, who laughed at his expression, his clean hand reaching up to pat at Branch's other cheek. Sky squished Branch's cheeks gently between his hands, babbling happily at his uncle as Poppy snapped photos.

"I'm gonna need copies of all of those," John hummed from beside her.

"Oh, of course. Wallet size, even."

Branch made another sound of distress as Sky smeared his drool covered hand across his face, twitching to try and duck his head away from the baby. Sky let out a sad sound of disappointment as Branch pulled his face away, making grabby hands in the air as his uncle maneuvered him so his back was to Branch, not allowing for the baby to reach for his face easily again.

"Aww, c'mon, Bitty B. He was having fun," John said with an easy laugh, moving to sit again, now that the show was over.

"Again, it's Branch. And if anyone is Bitty now, it's Sky," Branch grumped, watching with intent as John picked the jar of baby food and spoon back up. "What're you doing?"

"Feeding my kid?" John stated like it was obvious. He offered a spoonful of the food to Sky, who clapped, before eagerly taking it into his mouth.

"Hey! Shouldn't he go back in his chair?" Branch asked, tugging Sky back so the baby was leaned against his chest as John fed him.

"Why? He seems comfortable in your lap. You're not gonna drop him if he gets berries on your legs, are you?" John asked, glancing up at his brother briefly, before feeding Sky another spoonful.

"Obviously not. Isn't it just safer for him to be in his chair for this, though?"

John snorted quietly, pulling the spoon away as Sky tried to grab at it. "We used to feed you while you sat in one of our laps all the time, B. Your favorite was usually Clay, because he'd bounce you around after you were done eating. Which usually resulted in you throwing up on him about half the time…But you loved it."

"Wait…really?" Branch genuinely looked surprised, which hurt John Dory to see. His brother shouldn't be in his twenties, only just learning about things he did as a baby.

"I mean, yeah. I had to do extra laundry because of it, but you were having fun, and we usually fed you extra when you sat with Clay, so it wasn't too big a deal."

"Oh," Branch breathed, glancing down at his nephew, who managed to grab John's hand and tug the spoon towards his mouth. He caused a fair bit to fall onto his fur, but cooed happily as he ate the spoonful and released John's hand. He must have noticed Branch's stillness, as he tipped his head back to look at his uncle upside down curiously. He made a sad little noise, reaching up to pat at Branch's chin.

"Awww. He thinks you're sad," Poppy cooed, snapping another picture.

Branch offered the baby a small smile, bouncing him gently in his lap. "Thanks, bud," he chuckled, earning a bright smile from the baby.

"See? He's not so scary," John said with a grin, laughing as Branch shot him a glare.

The rest of breakfast went on without much fanfare, outside of Poppy acting as Sky's own personal paparazzo. Eventually, Hickory dragged himself out of bed to join the others, half hiding behind his coffee mug until the caffeine hit his system and he stopped muttering half coherent German phrases under his breath.

John sighed, leaning back in his chair to watch his youngest brother gently bouncing his baby in his lap. It was a little surreal if he was being honest with himself. He'd never imagined he'd have his brothers back in his life, let alone ever have a kid of his own. But, here was was, witnessing Branch forming a bond with his baby. He cleared his throat before he could let his mind wander too far, sitting up and earning the attention of everyone in the room (aside from Sky, who grumbled in irritation as Branch stopped bouncing him). "So! Does anyone know where Clay and Floyd are this morning?"

"I think Floyd has a doctors appointment? To check on the health of his hair. The white is mostly gone now," Branch said, jiggling his knee to bounce Sky again at the baby's insistent low whine.

"And Clay is with Viva! They're working on building a golf course at the edge of the village. He's definitely already going to know about Sky," Poppy said with a bright smile, finally tucking her camera back into her hair.

"Of course he is," John chuckled lightly, getting up to take his and Branch's mugs to the sink, "And he's going to be too polite to come knocking down our door at sunrise." At that Branch looked embarrassed, while Poppy simply continued to smile brightly at him. John snorted at Poppy's unabashed reaction, shaking his head fondly. "Right, well, I'm gonna get dressed. You good holding Sky for a few more minutes, Branch?"

Branch looked alarmed as John began to walk across the pod, only to visibly relax as Hickory scooped his son up from Branch's lap. "It's alright, Branch," Hickory grinned, popping Sky onto his hip, much to the baby's delight, "I got 'im. Can ya'll go see if you can wrangle Floyd into goin' to the golf course to meet us? I don't right fancy draggin' Sky all over hells half acre on his first day on this green earth."

Branch almost looked relieved as he stood from his chair. "Yeah, we can definitely do that."

"Awwww, but baby," Poppy moaned, getting up from her own seat. Her frown didn't last long as she skipped over to Hickory, tickling Sky to garner some shrill baby laughter. "Whose a cutie? It's you," she cooed at him, laughing as Sky flailed in Hickory's arms.

"Okay, Poppy," Branch said with a light laugh, reaching out to tug his girlfriend away, "Let's go get Floyd. I'm sure he'll be excited to meet the baby, too."

"Yeah, okay," Poppy begrudgingly sighed, wiggling her fingers at Sky one last time, before bouncing after Branch to the door. "We'll see you guys later!"

Hickory shifted Sky on his hip so he could take the baby's hand and wave it at Branch and Poppy, much to Sky's confusion. Poppy stopped and clutched at the front of her chest with a elongated "aww", forcing Branch to practically manhandle her out the door. Hickory chuckled as Sky burbled at him, bouncing the baby slightly on his hip.

"I think his cuteness may be weaponizable," John hummed as he came up behind Hickory and Sky, wrapping his arms around them both.

"Very well likely," Hickory agreed, turning his head to press a kiss to John's cheek.

Getting Sky to the construction site of the golf course was a minor ordeal.

The kid did not want to wear clothes. Which, although technically not a real problem, John was not keen on the idea of Sky going without at least a diaper. He was not a glitter troll, after all, and he didn't much fancy having to deal with a potential accident while they were out. Somehow, between himself and Hickory, they managed to wrestle Sky into a diaper, and a pair of overalls.

And then there was the trip over, itself. Since hair rides were out of the question, John carried Sky on his hip. Because of that, he was on full display to the entire village as they walked through. And, not that Sky didn't seem to love the attention, but it felt to John like they were being stopped every five seconds by a new troll to congratulate them and greet Sky.

Finally, though, they made it to the edge of the village where the construction site was. John muttered a quiet, "Thank all that is trolly," as they walked up to the site and weren't bothered by any of the fuzzlings that were milling about or working.

"That was definitely a bit much," Hickory agreed, "I don't think I will ever truly get used to how chatty pop trolls are."

"You being a man of such few words, yourself," John teased, hip chucking Hickory gently with the side he wasn't holding Sky on.

"Hush, you," Hickory chuckled as he stumbled to the side, catching sight of Viva as he did and giving her a wave. "Prepare yerself."

"Oh, I am prepared," John snorted, though he still winced as Viva jumped over the little barrier around the construction site and hollered at Clay to come to the front entrance.

"Hello again!" Viva chirped happily as she jogged up to the new family, waving both of her hands enthusiastically in the air. She then ducked to be on the same level as Sky, wiggling her fingers at him as he waved an arm happily back at her. "And especially a BIG hello to you, sweetheart!"

"Yeah. Thanks for sending that wake up call over this morning. Appreciate it," John stated sarcastically, earning a bashful grin from Viva.

"Sorry. I was excited! And so was Poppy. At least I managed to convince her not to bother you until the morning! She wanted to go over last night," Viva said as she stood up straight, Clay jogging up behind her.

"Hey! I expected you guys sooner," Clay greeted as he stopped next to Viva, earning an eye roll from John Dory.

"Yeah, well, it's slow going when everyone in the village wants to stop and chat," John said with a shrug.

"Don't you thrive on attention, John? The walk over here should've been a dream for you," Clay snarked, before his eyes landed on Sky. He visibly lit up, holding his hands out and wiggling his fingers. "Lemme hold him."

If John Dory rolled his eyes much more around Clay he thought they may just fall out of his head, but he smiled all the same and handed Sky to Clay. "This is your uncle, Clay! He used to be fun, but now he's a boring old man," John said with a grin, chuckling as Clay stuck his tongue out at him.

"I'm not boring. I'm serious!" Clay sniffed, only to coo happily at the baby as he propped Sky on his hip. He then immediately began pulling faces to make Sky laugh.

"Oh, yes. So serious," John snorted, shaking his head, before looking around. "Hey, we told Branch and Poppy to send Floyd over here to meet us. Have you seen him yet?"

Viva began to shake her head, only to perk up and point over John's shoulder. "Oh! There he is!"

John and Hickory turned to find Floyd walking towards them without his cane and waving enthusiastically. "Hey, guys!"

"You don't have your cane!" John cheered, waving back with a wide grin.

"Congratulations! You look like yer doin' a heck of a lot better," Hickory added with a grin as Floyd made it to them.

"Yeah, I am! The doctor said she's been really impressed by my progress. Anyway, Poppy said you guys had a surprise and I needed to get over here as soon as I could?" Floyd asked, only to gasp as he caught sight of the trolling on Clay's hip. "Oh my goodness, is that-?"

"His name's Sky," Hickory offered, while John gestured for Floyd to go to Clay.

"He's so little," Floyd crooned, hurrying over to Clay and taking the baby as he was offered. "Awww! I remember when Branch was this little. Such a sweetie."

"He reminds me a lot of how Branch was as a baby. He's been taking really well to all of the attention, and being passed around like a hot potato," John joked, "Nothing like you or Clay. You only ever wanted to be carried around by Bruce, and Clay just hated being picked up at all."

"That's good. I can only imagine that when he gets to finally meet all of his cousins that they're going to want to carry him around," Floyd hummed absently, letting Sky play with his fingers.

"Yeah, I think we'll be keeping Bruce's kids from carrying him around until he's older. Not that I don't think they'd try to be careful, but I very much witnessed a couple of them playing tug-of-war with Bruce as the rope, so I'm not too sure," John said with a nervous laugh, Hickory chuckled next to him and gave his shoulder a comforting pat.

"We decided, before Sky hatched, that we were gonna stay put in Pop Village for a while. Give the kid some stability. So, we won't be visitin' Vacay Island anytime soon. We're gonna send Bruce an' Brandy some photos, and a letter, though" Hickory said, reaching into John's hair to pull out a camera. "You lot up for a little photo shoot?"

Bruce had been expecting the letter. He'd expected it about a week prior, however., but it was better late than never. And to say he was excited to open it was an understatement.

"Brandy, my love," Bruce called, jogging across the bar top and waving the envelope over his head, "We got a letter from John and Hickory!"

"Oh!" Brandy set aside the plate she'd been holding and leaned down on her arms to meet at Bruce's level, giving the purple troll a quick kiss on the cheek as he reached her. "Is it about the egg?"

"I think so," Bruce said, practically vibrating with anticipation as he tore open the envelope. He unfolded the letter quickly, nearly dropping a handful of photos that were tucked neatly inside, but managed to catch them before they could fall. He tucked them behind the letter as he read, a grin forming on his face. "The have a boy! He hatched a week late, but he's health and happy. His name is Sky," Bruce relayed to Brandy, as the letter was just a bit small for her to read herself.

"That's such good news," she offered with a soft smile, "You'll have to go visit sometime soon."

"Gosh, yeah," Bruce hummed, moving the photos to the forefront of the papers in his hand so he could look them over. The photo on the top of the stack was of the new family, John Dory and Hickory waving at the camera, while Sky was in John's arms trying to catch a flutter bug and not paying a lick of attention, which made Bruce laugh before flipping to the next picture. The rest of the stack were various pictures of his brothers with the baby, either smiling happily, or making goofy faces at the camera. Right up until the last photo, which was a candid shot in what Bruce believed was John and Hickory's kitchen. It was of Branch, with Sky in his lap, the softest smile on his face as the baby had his head tipped back with his hand on Branch's cheek. Bruce couldn't help the sudden tears that welled in his eyes, turning a watery gaze to his wife.

"Oh, no," Brandy said, standing to her full height and shaking a finger at Bruce. "I know that look all too well, mister. Thirteen is more than enough."

"But, babies are so cute," Bruce whined, waving the photos at Brandy, "Just look at him!"

"Nope. I am immune," Brandy said with a shake of her head.

"But, my love-"

"Don't you 'my love' me. I don't care," she started, only to pause as she caught sight of the photo of Branch and Sky. She leaned in and sighed quietly. "Okay, that is pretty cute."

"See?! So…" Bruce wiggled his eyebrows at his wife, earning an eye roll.

"…We'll see."

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls john dory #trolls hickory #hickdory #trolls brozone #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls fanfic #things that i wrote

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 4 months ago

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Ange dearest, here for my post-show thoughts; this really is the literal first thing I do after every episode. Kinda like last week I'll try to start with some positives:

Aemond looked cunty asf

Sowing the seeds of Alys and Aemond, I really am just dying to see this

Jeyne Arryn sighting

The performances were amazing as usual, but particularly the grief from Lord Corlys, I really felt for him, honestly

Baela, that's it.

Now for my not necessarily negative but other thoughts-

Daemon. Daemon. Daemon. Fucking his mother? Eating her out? Um....what??????? Sir.....SIR- also side not she kinda hot but NOT THE POINT UM WHAT. Also, what are they doing to Daddy Uncle, talking about Rhaenyra can't succeed- where is the loyalty that I've been yearning for, URGH

The Helaena and Aemond scene was literally a fragment pls- that wasn't even a full conversation. I suppose it was profound in a way, yes, but still. Also am I the only one hearing a child laughing before he turned to see Helaena? Is that some of his guilt over Jaehaerys? Idk, just thoughts

The lack of balance between showing the greens and blacks was blatant in this episode, it felt like for every thirty minutes on Dragonstone we got 2 minutes in King's Landing.

Lastly, what the FUCK is Aemond doing to Aegon in the trailer. Please, Please, Please, tell me that's him feeling a sliver of remorse, and that he's not going to try and KILL HIM FUCKING JEEZ MAN

That last part of Aegon wheezing, 'Mummy' just broke my heart.

Let's hope that that scene of Alicent and Cole means an official Alicole breakup, yes I'm still annoyed by how much we were waterboarded with them in the first two episodes.

Overall, despite the general grievances that we've reiterated from the beginning, I enjoyed the episode, I giggled every time Aemond came on screen and I screamed when Daemon fucked his mom- because frankly, if we don't just focus on the things we enjoy, we'll end up storming HBO and demanding Ryan Condal's head.

Look forward to your thoughts too <3

-🦋 anon

I live for your weekly thought dumps! What am I going to do without them once season two ends?! :( Here are mine:

This, to me, felt like a filler episode. We have a shorter season this season, THERE ISN'T ROOM FOR THAT. I just felt like nothing noteworthy really happened? I thought Aemond becoming Prince Regent would be made a bigger deal of, but once again it's overshadowed by Alicent's negative reaction to it. Uuuggghhhh.

I adore Alys, I cannot get enough of her, and I squealed and kicked my feet at the hint of Alysmond. Give them to meeee. I am chomping at the bit for season three.

We have had two episodes of Daemon tripping off his nut though, so I am over it at this point, we didn't need a third. ADVANCE THE PLOT. I feel like it's character assassination from the writers that they are pitting Daemon against Rhaenyra - another effort to villainise him and make his character two dimensional. This could not be further from Daemon in the book, it's sad to see.

The hallucination of him fucking his mother was wild. I get that it's meant to symbolise his desire to be loved by a woman who holds power over him (i.e. he feels spurned by his queen, Rhaenyra), but it was weird! That being said, I enjoyed the visuals because Daemon is insanely hot.

I would, however, have gladly swapped that hallucination for a more meaningful interaction between Helaena and Aemond, because what the hell was that? The first time they have spoken the entire series and it's five fucking words from Helaena that Aemond doesn't even respond to?!?!

I loved Corlys, Baela and Jace in this episode. Jace and Baela's on screen interactions are always great to watch, they have such natural chemistry, and Corlys being angry with Rhaenyra felt very realistic.

Once more, I am left feeling as though Team Green is being given the shitty end of the stick, while Team Black are stealing the spotlight. I don't like having to flesh out the characters through guess work, SHOW ME SOME DEVELOPMENT.

Wondering if we will get Aemond in the Conqueror's crown at any point this season?

I don't think Aemond is doing anything sinister to Aegon in the trailer for episode six, but I do think it's been deliberately cut to appear that way. When he initially arrives at the foot of the bed, and looks at Aegon, you can see in his face that he feels awful about the state he's in. There is guilt lurking beneath the surface, I know there is!!

#asked and answered #hotd spoilers #🦋 anon

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frozenbound · 2 years ago

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Heya just wanted to check on the fic, I also feel like we need more pussy genji getting railed by Hanzo and pussy Hanzo getting railed by mccree. I'm the dumpthatshit account

I was wondering if you'd accept a fem!hanzo but still very macho and basically same everything sans facial hair and ykno plus boobs and a vagina, just totally confident in her body and giving genji a run for his money as he chases her their own kinda version of flirting; he can rarely catch her unless she lets him which can move on to relentless fucking, breast play/breast feeding kink and impregnantion kink from both sides, cream pie etc

Sorry this took so long! Here it is!

Hanzo tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at Genji as he stared, dumbstruck, at her, standing in the middle of the dojo, naked, her feet shoulder-width apart, her chest thrust out.

"Well?" she called over. "You're late."

Genji said something, but it was low and incomprehensible as he looked over his sister's body, from her challenging look down her pert breasts to her shaved and smooth valley.

"Get over here," she ordered, still smiling. "I'm adding on five minutes of cardio for every second you make me wait."

He hurried over, his eyes as big as dinner plates, and stood opposite her in the middle of the dojo, falling into a ready, primed position.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked severely.

"I...am I?" he asked, his brain still in overdrive from the unexpected sight.

"Yes. If I'm naked, what makes you think you get to keep your clothes on?"

He stared.

She raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to grip."

He nodded slowly, taking in the twisted logic.

"Five minutes for every ten seconds I wait."

Even under the threat, he took a while to get his clothes off, tossing off his shirt and shucking off his pants with a dazed expression, gradually revealing his musculature and his erection.

She knocked the dazed look out of him completely when she dropped into a crouch and kicked his legs out from under him.

His erection stayed, pointing straight at the ceiling before he rolled over and jumped back up to his feet. He tried to lash out at his sister, but she rolled out of reach before springing to her feet, and training truly began.

As usual, Genji couldn't get a hold on her, but she pinned, immobilized, and threw him to the ground several times, whispering what he'd done wrong into his ear each time before he was back on his feet with a fresh attempt.

Eventually, though...

"Oof!" Hanzo squealed as Genji launched himself at her and flattened her to the ground.

She smiled past her brother's shoulder for a few moments.

Finally.

Then she let out a high-pitched moan as Genji latched his lips on her neck and ground his erection directly against her folds.

"Again?" he asked, sounding flush with victory and lust.

Hanzo took a hold of her brother's hips, raised them up, adjusted herself underneath him, and pulled him down and into her, his cock ramming into her. He gasped against her neck at how wet and loose she was, and that was all the answer he needed; he began to thrust into her, and she smiled at the instant heat building within her.

It could be hotter, though.

"I'm ovulating," she whispered towards Genji's ear. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if you knocked me up?"

Genji froze for a moment.

Then he rose up, placed two firm hands on her soft, doughy breasts, and railed her.

Satisfied, she reached down and began rubbing her clit, making sure to brush her fingertips against Genji's shaft as he pumped in and out.

"Yeah," he murmured, watching her face intently. "Yeah, take my cock, sister. Take it. I'm gonna pump you full of my seed, and you're gonna make a baby with it."

"Your baby," she purred, reveling in the ecstasy pooling in her pelvis as he filled her again and again. "Make me yours, even more than I am already."

He gasped and his grip on her breasts tightened.

Then, with a grunt that quickly turned into a growl, he thrust as deep into her as he could go, his jaw going slack as he came inside her, filling her up.

Then he collapsed against her, panting once more into her neck.

She smiled as she continued rubbing at her clit despite her hand being trapped under his weight, feeling him throb inside her, until her own mouth gradually fell open as she came closer and closer to the edge...and fell off.

"Genji," she purred over and over again, quivering and trembling underneath his heavy weight as her orgasm washed over her, the muscles in her pelvis contracting and relaxing deliciously, her pleasure heightened by the thought of her body welcoming his cum into her womb.

Then she slowly relaxed underneath Genji, and they lay there together for a long time, his semen leaking out and dripping between her legs.

"Genji," Hanzo growled.

"Hanzo?" Genji replied, tilting her head quizzically as though she had no idea why he sounded so angry.

"You can't wander around the grounds nude," he scolded. "Someone is going to see you!"

"Who?" she challenged. "The servants who practically raised us and changed our diapers? The security guards who have cameras everywhere? You, brother?"

And she shifted position which, not coincidentally, opened her legs a little wider as she stood in the middle of the cherry trees, and Hanzo's scowl deepened as his gaze was involuntarily drawn down between her legs.

"Are you going to see, brother?" she asked, her voice sultry and low. "Are you going to see my smooth, pink lips, and how inviting they are? Are you going to see how much they need some good action? Can you see how wet and dripping they..."

Hanzo growled again.

Then he stripped off his shirt and laid it on the ground.

"It seems someone did see me," Genji teased, giggling. "A gentleman."

Hanzo was already manhandling her onto the ground, her back sheltered from the ground by his shirt, but he was cradling her hips, preventing her soft, pillow-like buttocks from touching the ground.

His cock poked out from the fly of his pants, and he was already rubbing up and down her entrance to test how wet and and dripping she truly was.

And, finding her true to her word, he thrust inside her.

"Oo!" she gasped. "The gentleman may be a tad rough after all!"

Hanzo shook his head, but he didn't slack in either speed or force.

They were here, out in the open.

They had to finish quickly.

To that effect, Hanzo reached a wide, rough hand to the little but firm nub right above where he was pumping in and out of his sister and began caressing it.

Hard and deep into her. Soft and gentle outside of her.

He knew exactly how to wind her up in the most efficient way possible.

That's why she had come out here fully naked. She needed to get off, and if she had tried to ambush Hanzo in his room, he would have hemmed and hawed and then finally laid her down gently and taken her apart piece by piece, and that wasn't what she wanted or needed.

Right now, she just needed her body to heat up from the inside out, for the muscles in her core to tighten, for her walls to pulsate under his onslaught...

...and to drop off the edge like a stone.

"Brother!" she gasped as she rippled and convulsed around him, his fingers still gently but mercilessly rubbing at her as his cock pistoned in and out. "Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Hanzo, on the other hand, let out only a quiet grunt as he pushed into her one last time, but Genji moaned at the feel of his semen gushing into her, completing her...for now at least.

And for now, they kept stockstill except for the shudders and trembles of their orgasms rocking through their bodies, until they faded away.

"Come on," Hanzo grunted, and he pulled Genji to her feet. "Inside. Now."

"Yes, brother," she said sweetly as his cum dripped down her legs and onto his shirt as she made sure to stand over it. "Anything you say."

"Cassidy," Hanzo greeted as she answered the knock at her quarters.

"Shimada," he replied, and he pushed past her into her room.

She scowled, but she closed the door with a snap.

"Got your message," he said as he headed for her bed.

"Good," was all she said back, but her tone was clear: send me a reply next time.

He wouldn't.

He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers and underwear fall to the ground with a loud thud, unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall of him the same way, then he sat and laid back on Hanzo's bed, positioning himself with his head against her pillow.

His erection stood proudly straight.

Hanzo climbed onto the bed, having disrobed just as quickly and dispassionately. She straddled Cassidy's hips and, with little ceremony, sank onto his cock.

She wasn't wet. Cassidy could tell. There was just something about the squelch and the slide that screamed lube, and his eyes wandered over to the bedside and, bingo, there was the uncapped bottle.

Well, it would get the job done.

They didn't say a word as Cassidy left Hanzo to do all the work. She had initiated this, so it was up to her to get the job done. He was just a glorified dildo, really, one that was warm and fairly realistic and would pump her full when they were finished, and that was all she needed, and he was game to cum in something equally warm, so. Here he was.

Hanzo's eyes glittered with that mixture of lust and contempt that she always had on nights like this, and Cassidy gazed back with indifference tempered by the spring getting pulled further and further back.

Together, their breathing was quickening, their skin was sweating, and Hanzo's juices were starting to flow, so everything was coming to the conclusion they both wanted.

Hanzo bit her lip, froze for a second, then threw her head back, grinding down onto Cassidy as her walls convulsed and shimmered against his shaft.

When the height of it had passed but the echoes were still running through her body, she looked back down at the cowboy, grimaced, and worked herself on his cock with almost brutal intent, willing him to cum inside her and get it over with.

Sometimes he deliberately held off, and he could tell that she could tell, and it pissed her off.

Tonight, though, he'd been in the middle of a movie when his phone had chimed, and he was looking forward to seeing how it ended, and if he was a bit more relaxed and loose as he watched the finale, so much the better.

So he grunted and thrust up a little, and she looked satisfied and relieved when she felt him splash, hot and burning, against her.

She waited until she felt his spurting ebb and subside, then she climbed off and, taking his clothes off the floor, presented them to him.

He dressed quickly, nodded at her, and headed out the door.

Until next time, he almost said, but all he did was snap the door closed behind him.

#rule 63 #reversed gender #requests #asks #shimadacest #yeehan

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na-ta-sh-aa · 10 months ago

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I’m giggling, kicking my feet in the air, screaming into my pillow and crying all the tears I have for the beauty and the emotions that this chapter gave to me, it was so perfect and beautiful🥹 Even today I found myself refreshing the page so many times to see if you had published the chapter (besides the fact that I practically read almost all your replies to the comments on the last chapter to see if there were any more clues) and finally now that I've read it there are no more doubts and their dream of becoming parents has come true🥹 I'm too happy, I think this chapter will become my comfort chapter, every time I'm a little down I just need to read this to be happy again! I mean, BG and Roo expanding their family and also expanding the number of Broncos they have, it doesn't get much more perfect🥹🫶🏼

“He bit his tongue and fought the urge to tell Bob to move things along so he could get back home to you. When he left hours ago, you were still sound asleep, and he was concerned that you weren't feeling well. He was also completely fed up with the way you were avoiding conversation.”

I love how Roo's only thought is about coming home to her.

"Angel's got you so pussy whipped," Jake drawled as if he wasn't currently driving his car around complete with a car seat for Jeremiah.”

Jake having a car seat in his car for Jeremiah🥹

"Please," he said firmly, holding up one hand. "Just let me say what I need to say, alright?"

Ahh the wait is literally destroying me!

“Bradley closed the distance to you but planted his hands on his hips. "I love you so much, but something is not working right now. And I'm not going to let us fall apart again. Ever. I want to talk it through right now, and I need you to participate. Starting with your car."

The fact that Bradley no longer wants to go back to communicating badly with her is beautiful.

“You bit your lip and closed the remaining inches between your body and his, and then you smiled up at him so brilliantly, his breath caught in his lungs. As you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist, you said, "I'm pregnant."

“He was frozen in time and space, barely able to process your words as his belly swooped and his heart raced. Pregnant. You were pregnant? He swallowed hard as he let his forehead rest against yours, trying to formulate words.

“Baby Girl, are you really? Pregnant?"

"Yes," you whispered, and Bradley had you in his arms, making you squeal as he lifted you up in the air.

"You're pregnant?" he asked again, beaming at you as you wrapped your legs and arms around him.

"I'm pregnant!"

"Holy shit!" he nearly screamed as you buried your face in his neck and laughed in delight. "Holy shit! You're pregnant!"

This moment will definitely forever be one of my favorite moments between them. It was such a perfect moment, their happiness, the emotion, Bradley's surprise at the news, it was just so emotional to read🥹

"I fucking adore you, Sweetheart."

“You whimpered as he slowly let his hand drift down your body before inching your shirt up and running his knuckles gently along your belly. He kissed you hard on the lips one last him before easing his body down lower, kissing your sternum on his way to your belly button. He thought about the future as he said, "And I adore you, too."

The delicacy and beauty of Bradley's gesture of caressing BG's belly made me feel butterflies in my stomach. I still can't believe they will become parents, it's so wonderful🥹

“You'd managed to pick it up off the floor earlier before examining it for about five minutes with tears in your eyes before you left it on the vanity. And now Bradley set you down, but he kept one arm around you as he picked it up. "Two lines means you're pregnant?" he asked, looking at you in reverence.”

I can't even imagine BG's emotion after seeing so many negative tests she was finally able to see the result she had hoped for for so long🥹

"Sweetheart. You're pregnant," he said so softly. "We're going to have a baby."

Aww Bradley is so excited😭

"A Bronco is the solution. It's so clear now. We'll swing by the Ford dealer after the drug store. And then we can drive home in two separate Broncos so you can take the tests. And then we can make my mom's birthday dinner."

“Your lips parted, but no words came out, and Bradley dipped his head down to kiss you. He was smiling against your lips as his arms snaked around you. "Another Bronco?" you whispered. "You think?"

Omg a Bronco for BG too? Can this chapter get any more perfect than this? It's so wonderful!🥹

“Bradley smiled as he pulled you away from the door before opening it, and then he buckled you in. "It's coming from the little Bradshaw bun in your oven, and I couldn't be happier."

The little Bradshaw bun😭🫶🏼

“But now you were, and he was looking forward to all of it. The arguments had been worth it. The way he fucked things up before had been worth it, because both of you worked hard to fix things which told him you were unbeatable.”

They had to face so many things but their strength was that they always remained united and this made them stronger than ever!

“Fuck," Bradley practically whined, lacing his fingers with yours. "A hot, pregnant wife, a baby on the way, and two Broncos in the driveway? This might be the best day of my life so far. I don't know how much more I can handle here."

This is pure perfection and they deserve all the happiness in the world.

“He looked up at you and blushed a little bit. "Looking at crib bedding," he replied, and you practically tossed the plate at the sink before hurrying to his arms. "You feeling better?"

“You nodded. "Crib bedding?" You were instantly melting into his touch.”

“Yeah. I thought we could do airplanes?"

Bradley is literally wonderful, the way he cares and takes care of her and the fact that he is already looking for crib bedding has warmed my heart so much🥹

"I'm just really excited about this," he said, voice full of emotion. "All the baby stuff. And a nursery. I was already thinking about finishing the attic, but now we should definitely do it so your parents can stay up there when they visit their grandchild. And we can get those convertible car seats for both Broncos. And we should probably start looking at daycares before the baby is born. Like the really good daycares, you know?"

He's already thinking about everything, he's so sweet😭

"You want to?" he rasped, and you started pulling him toward the bedroom. "Last time we had sex, I hurt you, Sweetheart. I don't want to do that again."

One of the things I love most about Bradley is the fact that he is always so careful not to hurt BG🥹

"I want you to sit on my face."

Ooh🫠

“His eyes were big pools as he hesitated a bit before kissing the valley between your breasts, his lips feather light. And that was exactly what you needed as he brought his other hand up to your belly.”

The delicacy with which he kissed her breasts and how he can't stop caressing her belly made me so emotional!

"I'll take care of both of you. Always. I'm going to love you forever. I'll never stop. You're perfect. So fucking perfect. I can't get enough. I can't wait for everything."

"I can be extra gentle," he promised. "I can be anything you need. Anything either of you need."

I can't stop crying at the beauty, Roo is so sweet and perfect, they are so wonderful😭

"Oh my god, Roo," you wheezed. "I think you got me pregnant when you totaled my car."

And I think this is the icing on the cake of this perfect chapter! The idea that they conceived the baby right when Roo broke the car is a really nice touch, I love it! (My suspicions and calculations were right😂)

Mamma mia🥹, I really don't know what to say, I'm completely moved by the beauty of this chapter. I couldn't be happier for them, I'm sure they will be wonderful parents. I'm so happy that after trying for several months and facing disappointment, BG is finally pregnant. Many times they say that if something doesn't happen immediately you have to be patient because there is something bigger in store, I think it could be right for them, they had to wait but the emotion of discovering they were pregnant on Carole's birthday I think it makes everything even more special. I love how Bradley, even though he only heard the wonderful news a few hours ago, is already thinking about everything it will take for the baby, he is a truly incredible man. And the fact that he can't stop touching BG's belly is so cute🥹

"Do you want to have kids, Sweetheart?"

“Bradley's heart was pounding, and he felt hot and sweaty. You hummed and nodded your head. "I like kids, and I always thought maybe I'd have one or two eventually, or maybe adopt if I couldn't get pregnant. But not for a few more years,"

"Baby Girl, I want to have kids with you. I keep thinking about building a little playhouse for the backyard. Maybe a jungle gym for when they get older." He watched you smile in response, so he kept going. "I never ever thought about any of this before you. I never let myself dream that I could have the kind of life that I have with you now. But, fuck... Y/N, if I ever got you pregnant, or you told me you wanted to apply to adopt... I don't even think I can put into words how happy that would make me."

I immediately thought back to this part of The Deployment Diaries series, when in chapter 6 they had their first conversation about having kids together. Thinking about the fact that Bradley has always lived up to his words, how he has always been there for her, has always supported her along the way and that now they will become parents, and their dream of expanding their family has come true makes me so so emotional. As I said, they deserve all the good and happiness in the world. I can't wait to read about their journey to becoming parents, about her pregnancy, I can already imagine when they will tell to all the Daggers, about their happiness and how little Bradshaw will be loved by everyone and will have many aunts and uncles🥹 As you now know, the topic of pregnancy is a topic very dear to me and which has brought me a lot of pain and suffering, seeing how much BG suffered during her journey made me feel understood and that you shouldn't blame yourself, but what's more important made me believe that we must never lose hope. I hope one day to be lucky enough to be able to experience this beautiful and unique emotion too, in the meantime I thank you once again for writing about this difficult and painful topic in such a delicate and beautiful way. I love Roo and BG so much and I'm already madly in love with baby Bradshaw too🥹💗✨

Always Ever Only You Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley just needs your full attention long enough for you to tell him what's bothering you, and for you to pick out a new car. He comes home from golfing completely unwilling to let you gloss things over, but the conversation veers off course once again when you share some big news.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff

Length: 5400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

By the eighteenth hole, Bradley was restless. This was taking forever. He somehow forgot how meticulous Bob was when he teed off, adding probably a full hour to the golf outing. He bit his tongue and fought the urge to tell Bob to move things along so he could get back home to you. When he left hours ago, you were still sound asleep, and he was concerned that you weren't feeling well. He was also completely fed up with the way you were avoiding conversation.

He played through the last hole as quickly as he could, and when Jake and Javy suggested grabbing lunch and a beer, he made his excuses and a quick exit. "Next time. And it'll be my treat. But I need to get home."

"Angel's got you so pussy whipped," Jake drawled as if he wasn't currently driving his car around complete with a car seat for Jeremiah.

"Do you ever hear me denying it or complaining about it?" Bradley replied as he set his clubs in the back of the Bronco. "I don't think she's feeling great, and I need her to pick out a new car. I'm getting fed up with her dragging her feet. So she's picking something out today."

Jake laughed as he opened his car door. "Yeah, go try to show her who's the boss, buddy. Good luck with that."

Bradley grunted and rolled his eyes. You and he were a team, and if he had to demand that you hear him out, then he'd get his way about it. He was absolutely unwilling to return to a place where the two of you weren't communicating well. But as he drove back home, he was starting to get more annoyed. He already asked you so many times to tell him what was bothering you and what was on your mind, and each time, you'd burst into tears. He didn't even know what the hell he was doing wrong.

"Fuck," he growled as he pulled into the empty driveway, honestly kind of missing your little shit mobile since it had made you happy. Today was his mom's birthday, and he wanted you to have a good day, but if he pissed you off, then he pissed you off. He was armed with his phone browser open to two options that would just have to be good enough. He left his clubs in the car as he strolled up the walkway to the porch in his white golf pants and floral print shirt. He would just have to get you to accept the fact that a new car needed to happen.

"Sweetheart?" he called out when he opened the door. You and Tramp both came running into the living room. "Hey, we need to talk about some of this shit. Right now."

"Okay, but-"

"Please," he said firmly, holding up one hand. "Just let me say what I need to say, alright?"

You were bouncing on the balls of your bare feet with your hands clasped in front of you. "Okay," you agreed, your voice breathy and light. All he wanted to do was collect you in his arms and smother you in kisses, but he couldn't get sidetracked right now.

Bradley closed the distance to you but planted his hands on his hips. "I love you so much, but something is not working right now. And I'm not going to let us fall apart again. Ever. I want to talk it through right now, and I need you to participate. Starting with your car."

You reached out and let one hand rest on his abs as your lips parted, but he shook his head.

"No, seriously, Baby Girl. I will do anything to make you happy, but could you please, please just pick out a car? I don't like leaving you home without one." He paused to lean in and kiss your forehead briefly. "I found a brand new, red Honda Civic with all of the same features as your old one. Same transmission, sunroof, everything. And it's on a lot in Chula Vista. We could go look at it right now."

"Bradley, I don't think that's a good idea," you told him, smiling up at him. He felt his resolve fracturing, but he kept going.

"Well, something has to give here! That's the best I can come up with. Unless... you want to go with the blue one I found online which is exactly the same as the one that I totaled. Same model year and everything, but it's in Maine. If you really want it, we can fly there and drive it back. I already talked to the owner about the price."

"Bradley, I don't want that one either."

He tipped his head back in frustration as your hand caressed him through his shirt. "For the love of god, Sweetheart, I am trying my best here. And you're giving me nothing. And it's not just the car," he snapped as he met your gaze again, eyes wide looking up at him. "You yelled at me for buying the wrong coffee when I thought they just changed the label, and you fell asleep while we were mid conversation. And I hurt you when we were having sex, but you wouldn't even talk about it afterwards. I need you to tell me if I'm not doing it for you, because I don't want to keep fucking this up!"

"You're not fucking anything up," you promised quietly. "You're not, Roo."

He examined your pretty, eager face and shrugged. "Then just tell me what's going on here."

You bit your lip and closed the remaining inches between your body and his, and then you smiled up at him so brilliantly, his breath caught in his lungs. As you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist, you said, "I'm pregnant."

He was frozen in time and space, barely able to process your words as his belly swooped and his heart raced. Pregnant. You were pregnant? He swallowed hard as he let his forehead rest against yours, trying to formulate words.

"Baby Girl, are you really? Pregnant?"

"Yes," you whispered, and Bradley had you in his arms, making you squeal as he lifted you up in the air.

"You're pregnant?" he asked again, beaming at you as you wrapped your legs and arms around him.

"I'm pregnant!"

"Holy shit!" he nearly screamed as you buried your face in his neck and laughed in delight. "Holy shit! You're pregnant!"

He didn't know what to do with himself as he held you tight against him, imagining a baby in your arms. His baby. And your baby. Something the two of you had been dreaming about for so long. The one thing he'd had to make himself understand he didn't need at the cost of a happy marriage, but that he'd still yearned for.

Your happy laughter and whispered words had his feet moving toward the bedroom. "You're going to be a dad, Roo."

He set you down on the bed, covering your body with his large one, careful not to hurt you as your sweet lips met his. "I love you so much," he murmured between kisses that left him breathless. "I fucking adore you, Sweetheart."

You whimpered as he slowly let his hand drift down your body before inching your shirt up and running his knuckles gently along your belly. He kissed you hard on the lips one last him before easing his body down lower, kissing your sternum on his way to your belly button. He thought about the future as he said, "And I adore you, too."

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You ran your fingers lazily through your husband's soft curls as his big hand rested on the middle of your belly next to his cheek. He was a little sweaty and still wearing his golf clothes, but everything was just perfect. The edge of his mustache tickled your sensitive skin as he whispered, "I love you."

Everything made sense now which made you feel more settled. Honestly, this was much better than the flu that you thought you had, and you giggled. "You'll be the best Daddy, Bradley."

He looked up your body before kissing you a dozen more times all over your abdomen. Calloused fingers stroked your skin as he looked at you with those big, brown eyes you were completely addicted to. "Fuck. I'm so excited. I don't even know what to do with myself," he told you as you sat up and climbed onto his lap. "You took a pregnancy test?"

"Yes. I had one tucked in the back of the bathroom closet that I bought a few months ago," you whispered, brushing his scarred cheek with your lips and the tip of your nose.

"Where's the test?" he asked, scooping you up in his arms again as you told him it was in the bathroom. "I want to see it." You'd managed to pick it up off the floor earlier before examining it for about five minutes with tears in your eyes before you left it on the vanity. And now Bradley set you down, but he kept one arm around you as he picked it up. "Two lines means you're pregnant?" he asked, looking at you in reverence.

You nodded and whispered, "Yes," and then his eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Roo."

"Sweetheart. You're pregnant," he said so softly. "We're going to have a baby."

"Yes," you confirmed as you wiped at his tears with your thumbs while he held onto the test. "I realized when I woke up that my period was late, and then I threw up. A lot. So I took the test."

He sucked in a deep, shaky breath before he kissed your forehead. "Do you remember what today is?"

You let your cheek come to rest on his chest as you said, "Of course I do. It's your mom's birthday. I already bought everything to make filet mignon and crab cakes for dinner. But I guess we ended up with a birthday present?"

With lips pressed to your hair, he muttered, "She would have loved this. She would have loved you almost as much as I do. And she would have been a good grandma."

And now you felt more tears stinging at your eyes. It had been nine months of trying for this moment, which wasn't extravagantly long in the grand scheme of things, but it had been stressful and hard on your marriage at times. Bradley was your teammate, and he'd worked as hard as you had to make sure the two of you made it back to a good place.

"Can we go to the store?" he asked suddenly. "Buy some more pregnancy tests so I can be here when you take one? And get some ginger ale if your stomach is still upset?"

"Yeah," you said with a laugh. "If you want."

"I want," he replied immediately, taking you by the hand and leading you toward the front door. His cheeks were flushed pink, and he was all smiles as he stopped on the driveway next to the Bronco and gasped. "The Bronco, Sweetheart."

"What about it?" you asked as he slowly backed you up until your butt hit the passenger side door. Bradley caged you in with a predatory glint in his eye before kissing your forehead softly. But you felt so calm as his hand slipped underneath your shirt, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your belly.

Your lips parted, but no words came out, and Bradley dipped his head down to kiss you. He was smiling against your lips as his arms snaked around you. "Another Bronco?" you whispered. "You think?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed as his lips skimmed your cheek. "A lot more indestructible than your old thing. I'm not going to let our baby ride around in a little compact car death trap on wheels. Let's get a second Bronco."

"It wasn't that bad," you muttered, only slightly offended as you recalled the gigantic hole that he'd put in the bottom of your car with his foot. "Are you sure you don't just want to have access to drive two Broncos instead of one?"

Bradley leaned on one forearm against the door, still stroking your belly with his thumb and keeping you calm. "We need something big enough for a car seat to fit comfortably. If you don't want a Bronco, I think you should still consider another SUV. Preferably one I can actually fit in."

You looked up at his handsome and eager face, excitement bubbling under the surface of his expression. He was clearly as excited as you were about the positive test, and he just wanted you to be happy. Hell, he'd offered to drive a car back from Maine with you barely an hour ago. Before he even knew you were pregnant. You were still having a hard time wrapping your mind around it yourself.

Tears stung your eyes, and Bradley's smile faltered a little bit. "Listen," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "Anything you want to drive, okay? Anything you want. But I think we need to look at the safety ratings and all that shit if you really want a compact car again."

"I don't want a compact car again," you hiccupped. "I was trying to tell you that earlier. We can go look at Broncos. I'm just so emotional. I can't seem to control it. But at least I know where it's coming from now."

Bradley smiled as he pulled you away from the door before opening it, and then he buckled you in. "It's coming from the little Bradshaw bun in your oven, and I couldn't be happier."

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Even the brief walk around to the driver's side door felt like too much, because Bradley didn't want to stop touching you. As soon as he could, he slipped his hand in yours once again and smiled at you before backing out of the driveway. He'd been ready for this for a long time. He knew he'd always been a step ahead of you; his desire to date you exclusively startled you at first, but he knew pretty early on that you'd be wearing his mom's ring eventually. He was ready for this day before you were, too, but he had tried his best not to rush you here. As soon as you told him you stopped taking your birth control back in November, he was ready for you to be knocked up the next day.

But now you were, and he was looking forward to all of it. The arguments had been worth it. The way he fucked things up before had been worth it, because both of you worked hard to fix things which told him you were unbeatable.

"We're going to be awesome parents," he said, making you laugh as he parked at the pharmacy. When you tried to climb out your door, Bradley tugged on your hand and whispered, "Come over here. I don't want to stop touching you. I don't want to let go of you."

You willingly crawled onto his lap and let your cheek come to rest on his shoulder. "Don't let go of me."

"I won't," he promised, stroking your belly again like he just couldn't help himself. "Hey, should we call your parents this weekend and tell them the news?"

You pulled a few inches away from him with a little pout and shook your head. "I think it's too early, Bradley."

"Oh. Right," he replied, suddenly embarrassed that he wasn't sure about all of the timelines and exactly what everything meant.

"You know," you added softly. "In case something... happens to the baby. It's still so early. There's still a good chance that something could go wrong."

Bradley's body felt like it was sent into a freefall just thinking about anything happening to either of you. He held you tighter and kissed you a little rougher than he meant to, making you moan as he shook his head. "No. Don't say that." His voice was thick with emotion as he squeezed his eyes closed. "Don't say that, Baby Girl."

"Okay," you whispered, taking his face in both of your hands and caressing him with your soft and steady fingers. "I won't say it again." You kissed his lips and his scars as you pushed your fingers gently back through his hair which was probably already a mess from golfing earlier. But the more you touched him, the better he felt, and he took a few deep breaths as you said, "But I'm already so attached right now that it's a little scary. Already attached to the baby and the idea of you being a daddy."

"I am too," he promised as he opened his eyes to see you so close to him. "I'm so ready for this."

You kissed him one more time as you whispered, "I love you." And then you led him inside as he remembered all the times he played with Jeremiah and changed his diapers and read him books. Oh shit, he was so excited to have it for himself, he scooped up at least ten pregnancy tests while you laughed and chased him up to the registers.

"Do you think that's enough?" you asked sarcastically as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

He picked some bottles of ginger ale out of the small refrigerator case next to the register as he said, "Listen, I missed the one from this morning, so you owe me. Just humor me, okay? I want to watch those little lines show up with my own eyes."

As he reached into his pocket for his wallet to pay for the collection of tests, he realized he was still wearing his golf clothes and shoes. In all of his excitement, he'd forgotten to change. And now he was getting excited all over again as he inserted his credit card and looked at you. Should he get you right home to take the pregnancy tests? Take you to bed and show you how attached he was, too? Visit the Ford dealer?

He groaned, knowing the Ford dealer was going to win out since he actually had your attention on the new car right now. "Here," he told you, handing you the bag as he buckled you back in again. "Drink one of the bottles so you'll have enough pee for the tests while I drive us to look at the new Broncos. Start thinking about what color you want."

"Red," you replied immediately. "It's what I had before, plus it's your favorite color."

"Fuck," Bradley practically whined, lacing his fingers with yours. "A hot, pregnant wife, a baby on the way, and two Broncos in the driveway? This might be the best day of my life so far. I don't know how much more I can handle here."

You laughed as he kissed you all over your face, resting his hand gently against your belly through your shirt. His to-do list was growing by the minute, and he was a little alarmed that his heart rate was elevated with no signs of slowing down, but every time he looked at your face he said, "I love you."

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"It's just butter, Bradley," you said as you watched him trying his best to help you cook Carole's birthday dinner. "How are you this bad at melting butter?"

He shot you a playful glare before moving to stand behind you at the stove, wrapping his arms around you so that his hands were resting on your belly. "I'll just watch the pro then."

You shook your head, still a little startled by everything that happened today. An hour at the Ford dealership and the two of you left hand in hand after paying a deposit for the red Bronco that they were going to acquire for you from a dealer in northern California. Then you came home and took ten more pregnancy tests while Bradley sat in the bathroom with you, shooting you his big, soppy brown eyes filled with tears while he smiled. They were all positive, and they were all still lined up on the vanity, and you were pretty sure he kept occasionally sneaking off to look at them.

As you turned the crab cakes over in your cast iron pan, you whispered, "I feel like your mom is watching over us somehow."

"Oh, I have no doubt," he replied immediately, holding you a little tighter and nudging your sore breasts. "Goose, too. But especially her, on her birthday. She'd have been a mess over this news."

You set the spatula down and had to close your eyes. Your hormones were all over the place, and this was the thing that sent you immediately into a fit of body wracking sobs. "What's wrong?" Bradley asked with concern, turning you around and inspecting your hands. "Did you burn yourself?"

"No," you wailed. "I'm just so happy, but it's not fair that your parents aren't here. Like I can deal with the fact that I never got to meet them, but this is so not fair! And I'm sorry, but I can't control my emotions at all."

He pulled you closer and let you cry, kissing your ear and whispering that everything was going to be okay. As you got your breathing under control, he said, "If you're this emotional at like five and a half weeks, I guess I better buckle in for the ride."

You glared up at him before he leaned down to kiss your tears away with a smile, and you let him take the brownies out of the oven and load a plate with dinner. With your hand held in his, Bradley carried the meal to the table, but he led you to the piano instead of one of the chairs.

"Remember how to play it?" he asked softly as he took a seat and patted the bench next to him. You needed a short tutorial, but he was as patient as ever as he reminded you of the notes. Then you helped him play and sing Happy Birthday to Carole even though it wasn't perfect, and at the end he whispered, "Thanks, mom. Let's go eat, Baby Girl."

You sat perched on his lap like always, mouth watering as you looked at the steak and crab cakes. Everything looked amazing, and you were starving. "How does it taste?" you asked as Bradley took three bites of dinner in rapid succession.

"Fucking incredible," he replied as you cut yourself a piece of steak. It was buttery and delicious, and it practically melted in your mouth. You moaned as you tried the crab cakes, and they were pretty good, too. About halfway through the meal your stomach lurched, and you turned to look at Bradley.

He smiled at you as you shook your head and said, "Oh no." You practically fell off of his lap as you ran for the hallway bathroom, barely making it in time to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. He was right behind you, rubbing your back as you sat down hard on the floor and caught your breath.

"This is a pregnancy thing, right?" he asked softly. "Morning sickness?"

You nodded. "I think so. I was going to call my doctor on Monday anyway and tell her about my positive tests, but I'll tell her about this, too."

Bradley collected you in his arms and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," you whined, letting your forehead come to rest against his sternum.

"I have an idea," he replied. A few minutes later, you were sitting on the couch with a plate of crackers smeared with peanut butter in your hand and the trash can on the floor in front of you. Bradley finished eating the plate of Carole's birthday dinner, and now he was working on cleaning up the kitchen while he dug into the tray of brownies. You gingerly bit into one of the crackers, and your stomach growled but didn't lurch. So you kept going.

It took you an hour, but you finished the whole plate as you thought about how things would change around here with a baby involved. Nothing seemed too startling though, probably because you'd been subconsciously looking forward to this for such a long time. You knew Bradley was as well. And the way he came out to check on you several times as he cleaned up the house had you swooning over your husband a little bit.

You shared the last cracker with Tramp and then stood to take your plate to the kitchen where Bradley was leaning on the island looking at his phone. "What are you doing?" you asked him.

He looked up at you and blushed a little bit. "Looking at crib bedding," he replied, and you practically tossed the plate at the sink before hurrying to his arms. "You feeling better?"

You nodded. "Crib bedding?" You were instantly melting into his touch.

"Yeah. I thought we could do airplanes?"

You whimpered against his muscular chest as he pocketed his phone. "Yes, Roo, we can do airplanes."

He rubbed your back as you tucked your hands up inside the golf shirt he had been wearing all day and let your fingers skim along his abs. "I'm just really excited about this," he said, voice full of emotion. "All the baby stuff. And a nursery. I was already thinking about finishing the attic, but now we should definitely do it so your parents can stay up there when they visit their grandchild. And we can get those convertible car seats for both Broncos. And we should probably start looking at daycares before the baby is born. Like the really good daycares, you know?"

"Oh fuck," you moaned as you looked up at him. "Bradley. You're incredible." You rubbed yourself against the fly of his white pants, and both of his eyebrows shot up.

"You want to?" he rasped, and you started pulling him toward the bedroom. "Last time we had sex, I hurt you, Sweetheart. I don't want to do that again."

"You won't," you promised as you tugged off his shirt. "You won't, because I know what's going on now."

He nodded and reached for his pants zipper as you quickly got yourself undressed and climbed into bed. Bradley watched you as he struggled with his shoes and socks before he could take his pants off, and the two of you shared a laugh. Then you bit your lip as his hard cock sprung free, practically vibrating with anticipation as he plopped down on the bed on his back.

"Come here," he whispered, but when you started to straddle his hips, he shook his head. "No. Up here." You leaned down to kiss him, and he welcomed you with a smile on his face, but after his tongue tangled with yours he broke the kiss. "I want you to sit on my face."

"Oh," you gasped as he reached for your butt and pulled you up until you were straddling his neck. Then his mouth was on you, and you were reaching for the headboard with one hand as your fingers grasped Bradley's curls with the other. He was so gentle, kissing up and down your most intimate parts before separating you with his nose. "Oh my god," you whined as he nudged your clit and looked up at you before starting to suck.

You were already pulsing around nothing, your fingernails scraping along his scalp as you rolled your hips gently against his mouth. Bradley licked you up and back before sucking gently again. The more aroused you got, the more your boobs hurt, but it wasn't as bad as last time. Not when his mouth was doing everything to make you wetter as he gently ran his hands along the backs of your thighs and your butt.

It would have come as no surprise to you if he told you that you were dripping wet now as you whispered, "I want your cock."

Bradley practically growled as he released you, his mouth glistening as he licked his lips. "Only if I'm not going to hurt you," he reiterated, voice deep and gravelly as you moved further down his body. "Stop me if I am."

You lifted his length and slipped him slowly inside you as he grunted and propped himself up on one hand. "Feels good," you promised him as you pushed and pushed until he was fully seated. His eyes were big pools as he hesitated a bit before kissing the valley between your breasts, his lips feather light. And that was exactly what you needed as he brought his other hand up to your belly.

"I love you," he whispered, letting his lips barely caress your nipple as you rocked slowly. "I love you so much, Sweetheart."

When his tongue grazed your breast, you whined for more, so he took your nipple between his lips. Instead of sucking, he let his tongue drift along lazily as you barely rocked your hips backward and forward, playing with his hair. "I love you, Daddy," you told him as you smirked.

He looked up at you as he released your breast and gently started to lick your left one as you cupped his cheek. Between kisses and soft nuzzles, Bradley poured his heart out to you as you enjoyed the feel of him, thick and delicious inside you.

"I'll take care of both of you. Always. I'm going to love you forever. I'll never stop. You're perfect. So fucking perfect. I can't get enough. I can't wait for everything."

You were barely moving on his cock when you came hard, your nipples wet to the cool air from his saliva and your fingers gripping his hair. "Bradley. Bradley. Bradley," you panted, squeezing him so tight as you pulsed around him.

He grunted, watching your face as he let himself come undone, too. He was still breathing heavily as he leaned back against the pillows, and you sank down on top of him. "I didn't hurt you?"

"Not at all," you promised. "My breasts are so tender, but that felt amazing."

"Got it," he whispered, nodding as he wrapped his arms around you. Very slowly you let your body press to his, careful to get into a position that didn't make you want to wince. "I can be extra gentle," he promised. "I can be anything you need. Anything either of you need."

A chill rippled through your body at his words, because you knew they were true. You leaned up and looked at his handsome face, cheeks flushed and lips softly parted. When you kissed him, he tasted like you. His softening cock was still inside you, but neither of you made any move to get cleaned up quite yet.

"You can't stop touching me, can you?"

"I can, Sweetheart. I just don't want to," he replied softly from where he had his face buried against your neck. "Hey, we should go to bed early since you've been so tired. Maybe the baby needs the extra sleep."

"Oh," you gasped, pulling back and examining his face. "Early." You figured you had to be between five and six weeks pregnant, but the last time you had your period, it had come early.

"What?"

Your mind was swirling as you did the math, and a smile broke out on your face.

"What?" he asked again, looking at you in puzzlement.

If your period had been early, then you were probably only still ovulating for the very first day that Bradley had been home from his special mission. You started laughing as you kissed him over and over again before rolling onto your back and cracking up.

"Tell me," he said, rolling to his side next to you as he started laughing, too.

"Oh my god, Roo," you wheezed. "I think you got me pregnant when you totaled my car."

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abihasablog · 2 years ago

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Punishment

Tickletober Day Five!

Fandom - Our Flag Means Death

Characters - Ler!Stede, Lee!Ed

SFW

Words - 1485

Maybe provoking Stede hadn’t been his smartest idea.

“You’re on rather thin ice, young man!” Stede stood at the other end of the dining table, hands on hips and levelling Ed with a familiar look - one that foretold Ed melting into a puddle by night's end. The anticipation of it made Ed giggle.

“Young man?” He scoffed. “We’re the same age! Y’know, probably!”

“Is that so? I have plenty of other nicknames if you don’t like that one. Let’s see…” Stede held up his hand and started counting on his fingers, which did not make Ed’s insides flip, not at all. “Rapscallion? Incorrigible trouble maker? Aggravating little brat?”

“Stede,” Ed blushed furiously. That was so not fair, Stede knew what that tone of voice did to him! Two could play at that game. “No need to get so worked up, love… it was just a little bit of jam!”

“In my HAIR!” Stede stomped his foot, pointing at the splodge of strawberry jam that sat firmly on the side of his head. “You are so very lucky my hair was already dirty, or we would be having very strong words right now!”

Of course it wasn’t luck at all. Ed knew Stede washed his hair routinely every four days, lathering it up with goop from a fancy little jar and letting it sit for exactly six minutes before rinsing it out. Ed knew, because he kept him company each time, watching with wide eyes as Stede hummed to himself, waiting patiently for Stede to gesture for him to come over so he could have his hair tended to, as well.

“As it is, well. Obviously I cannot let this go unpunished.” Stede extended his hand to point directly at Ed’s chest, then crooked a finger at him. “Come here.”

“Whatcha gonna do, Gentleman Pirate?” Ed tried to sound cocky, but even to his ears he knew he wasn’t selling it. “What sort of punishments do you rich lot have for disobedience?”

Stede cocked his head with a feral smile that made Ed weak at the knees.

“We submit them to a tickle torture, of course.”

“Hngh,” was all Ed managed, face flushing a deep pink as he jumped back several paces.

“What’s the matter, Ed? Scared of a little tickle?” Stede raised his hands and wiggled his fingers menacingly.

“No!”

“No, you’re not scared? Prove it, come over here and take your punishment like a good boy.”

“Steeeeede!”

Oh, this was playing dirty.

“Whatever’s the matter, love?” Stede asked innocently, stalking towards Ed like a jungle cat.

“Nonono Stede!” Ed squealed and covered his face. “Dohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tickle me!”

“Oh, darling! If you insist!”

Ed shrieked so loud he was surprised Izzy hadn’t come running. He tripped over his own feet in his haste to flee, catapulting himself face first into the thick fur rug piled high with cushions. This was no amateur fuckery.

Stede was on him in an instant, perching on his arse and grabbing his wrists to pin above his head.

“Keep those out of the way, there’s a good chap!” He said jovially, and oh, Ed had no plans to move them. His exposed torso gave Stede a bright, shiny canvas to work with and he wasted no time digging in. Ed’s hands, pinned by Stede’s words alone, tangled in the blankets as devious hands worked their way up and down his ribs, playing him like a harpsichord. Ed’s legs kicked out behind him, his feet thumping against a cushion as Stede worked his ticklish magic on his nerves.

“Stede!” Ed shrieked in laughter, squirming under his partner’s delicious torment. Stede made a noise of acknowledgement above him, changing tactics to trace his fingertips along the backs of his ribs. “Nonononono not there not there not there!”

“Not here?” Stede hummed, digging his fingers a little more firmly and drawing a stream out loud giggles from his squirmy victim. “Well then where would you like me to tickle you then? I’m open to suggestions.”

Ed couldn’t reply, too lost in his giggles and feeling giddy from the teasing.

“Now what about, and this will require some cooperation on your part my darling, I tickle you just up here?”

Stede walked his fingers up to Ed’s exposed armpits and rested them there. Ed’s instinct was to yank his arms down, throw Stede off and show him what a real pirate tickle torture looked like but… well. He didn’t. What he did do was brace himself and lay completely still, waiting with eager anticipation for Stede to start his attack.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Stede dipped to press a kiss to Ed’s exposed shoulder before digging in ruthlessly, moving back just in time to avoid an unintentional headbutt. Ed shook with laughter, hands balling into fists above him in a desperate attempt to keep still, to keep Stede’s hands on him for as long as possible. Edward Teach was history's greatest tactician for a reason after all. He’d planned this fuckery and it was going swimmingly, so he intended to hold out for as long as he could.

Except after a few minutes, Stede stopped, and slid away. Ed couldn’t help the whine of disappointment that escaped him as he turned to see what was possibly more important than tickling him to death. He met Stede’s eyes, which were wide for only a second before they narrowed into slits.

Oops.

“Edward Teach,” he started, and Ed swallowed thickly. Double fucking oops. “Did you or did you not put jam in my hair on purpose to provoke me into tickling you?”

“Uhm…” Ed blushed from his toes to his hairline. “Kinda did.”

“Oh, kinda did, eh?” Stede crossed his arms over his chest and Ed was reminded with startling clarity that this man had two children. “And why did you do that instead of, I don’t know, asking nicely?”

Ed hid his face behind his hands with a whine. “Because I wanted you to be mean!”

“Did you now?” Stede hummed, and suddenly Ed was being flipped onto his back. He yelped at the sudden movement, but had little time to complain as suddenly Stede was rolling up his sleeves and gripping him by the hips. “I’ll show you mean.”

Before Ed could take in what was about to happen, Stede’s mouth was on his belly blowing raspberry after raspberry, while the hands that held his hips down kneaded into the soft flesh. Ed exploded, back arching off the blankets and legs kicking furiously as he shrieked, hands tangling in Stede’s hair to… pull him off? Keep him still? It was hard to say.

“Is this mean enough for you?” Stede’s voice was muffled against his belly and fuck that tickled better than anything he’d ever experienced! Ed wanted to reply that yes, holy shit yes this was exactly what he’d been aiming for when he’d woken up that morning in a state of yearning and had decided a professional fuckery was called for. Unfortunately he was too busy giggling as Stede left little tickly kisses along his waistline, his hands shifting down a little to dig his fingertips into his thighs.

Ed could only lay back and laugh giddily, hands tangled loosely in Stede’s hair as he worked him over. Every part of his body was alight with giggles and he loved it, being held down by Stede was his favourite place to be in the whole world. But he was reaching his limit, his chest heaving and belly sore from laughter. Of course, Stede could tell too, because he was just so magically perfect.

“Are you sorry for putting jam in my hair?”

“Yehehehes! Yehehehehes I’m sorry!”

He pulled back, running his palms over Ed’s abdomen to chase away the lingering tickles.

“Do you feel thoroughly punished?” Stede teased softly. Ed giggled through panting breaths.

“Yeah. I love it when you get mean,” Ed grinned, and it was Stede’s turn to blush. “Am I forgiven for the jam?”

“I suppose so…” Stede sighed theatrically. “You did apologise very nicely. And it could have been worse, I’m due to wash my hair tonight anyway-”

Ed’s eyes widened at the same time Stede’s did. For a moment Ed anticipated Stede breaking the ceasefire and going back in for the kill, but instead he grinned and broke out in giggles.

“Even when provoking me you’re considerate!” Stede dipped his head to steal a kiss, which Ed reciprocated with a happy sound.

“Does this earn me a reward, then?” He wiggled his eyebrows cheekily.

“Alright, alright. Come lay over my lap and you can have some gentle back tickles, if you’d like?” Stede gave a soft smile that had Ed’s heart jump to his throat.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said, lurching up for another kiss. Stede chuckled against his lips.

“I love you too, my dearest darling.”

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years ago

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🌸✨Come Here✨🌸

Warnings: 18+, punishment, I’m not sure if this takes the number one spot for the worst fic I’ve written or number two.

They day was through. You were very happy to see your cozy little loft, kicking off your cozy slippers , not a care in the world to where they’d land, slipping your sore feet into your favourite house slippers. The house was spotless. Who cleaned? Unconsciously looking at the clock, you set your bag down, unpacking a few items while lost in thought.

What times is it? Oh wow it’s already seven…Nami will be here soon…I’m hungry, I need to cook.

After a lovely dinner by yourself, a nice hot shower and two chapters of your current read, you thought you’d hit the hay now. It was 9pm and Nanami wasn’t home yet. Your head began running in circles, asking yourself questions you didn’t want to have to ask.

Maybe I shouldn’t of left the house a mess today? naww he wouldn’t avoid you for messing up the place a little…I bet he was upset though lol.

The sound of the door opening made you jump. Nanami! You squealed, lifting your hands in the air and running downstairs to meet him. Placing his gym bag on the little table beside the door, he broke out into a tired smile, slowly kicking off his shoes, ridding his pockets of his car keys, phone and earphones.

He was about to turn around and open up his arms to catch you like he did every time he came back home, a familiar routine since you were always so happy to see him…even if he left for five minutes to get the mail, but he wasn’t expecting you to take him by surprise, pouncing on his back the minute he stood up right. He didn’t even budge, still rooted to the ground he stood on even though you pounced on him at full speed. You certainly were not small, no where near tiny, but because he’d gotten so used to your surprise attacks, he naturally grew accustomed to your body on his.

“Hey baby”, he softly chuckled, gripping each of your thighs and shifting you high a bit so he could piggyback you upstairs. It was far too late for him to play around with you tonight. He was so exhausted from such an intense workout with Gojo and Itadori that all he needed was sleep…maybe a little love from you too. Nothing crazy.

“I missed you Nami!”, you said directly in his ear, planting kisses all over the back of his neck, deeply inhaling his after shower scent, reveling in your favourite scent. Delicious. He always thought you were weird for that constantly sniffing him, but he told himself he will always love you no matter how crazy you got. “Yeah baby I missed you too, relax”, his voice carrying the obvious fatigue from such a long day, giving your thighs a firm squeeze so you’d stop swinging your feet. How do you still have so much energy? “Yes! To the bedroom baby!”, you said, Nanami almost at the top of the stairs, rolling his eyes at your little joke.

“How was your d-ahhh!”, you squealed, Nanami gently flipping you over his shoulder and slamming you onto the soft bed. “It was long baby…and tiring”, he replied, falling face first into the covers right next to you. “Aw okay…is there any way I can be of service to my wonderful hubby…dinner prehaps?”, you casually reply, kicking your feet in the air, your hand buried in his hair, nearly putting him to sleep before he remembered something.

“No wait…I’d actually like to have a little chat with you”, he said, your heart skipping a beat. “Yes Nami?”, you innocently asked, only further annoying him. “What did I tell you to do last night before bed?”, he asked, grabbing your thighs and bringing them together, pushing them down until your knees met your torso, the back of your thighs held down by his single arm.

You instantly remembered you didn’t have any pants on, just you, one of Nanami’s shirts because, why not and a pair of pretty, black and red bloomers that held Nanami though you looked very cute in. He found you very attractive when you weren’t really trying…but was still taken aback everytime you did dress up.

You felt his fingers slip passed the band behind you. “Nanami?”, confused, you playfully smacked his arm away and to your surprise, he return that smack right in your ass…a little less playful than yours. “Hey, wha-“, “Are you gonna answer me?”, he cut you off, smacking your thigh now, quickly working your undies off of you.

“What!?”, you whined, earning you another smack right on the same thigh. Fuck. What’s going on rn?

“I’ll only repeat myself for another two smacks?”, he said and you quickly answered him. “Okayyy! Remember I had that brunch with the girls?”, you shyly responded, only earning yourself another smack. It was like each one was getting more and more intense. You were surprised he still had all this energy…he was obviously lying about his fatigue if he still wanted to punish you.

“And what does that have to do with anything darling?”, he said, furrowing his eyebrows when he felt he had to put more effort into holding you down. He surely didn’t have the patience to deal with any squirming tonight. He simply wanted to address the issue and jump right into cuddles.

“I was running late”, you pouted, another smack even harder than all the previous ones meeting your ass. “Yet you slept in?”, he argued, another smack making you whine from deep in your throat, attempting to scoot away from him. “Come here”, he said, a big hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you back to him before dragging you to end of the bed as he climbed off, your ass bare ad ready for him to treat. He needed to release some stress from the day away anyhow.

You were certainly not expecting the sudden onslaught of smacks all over your ass, your hands coming up to defend your precious ass when you began to feel raw, but his hands caught both of yours, pinning them down to your back, smacking you even harder, your deep brown cheeks quickly turning light reddish, welts the size of his hand forming and god did he love the sight. “Nanami!!! I’m sorry! Please daddy!”, you cried out, attempting and failing to crawl away, leaving you with no where to run. “Keep apologizing, I’m not done”, he spoke loud and clear, your punishment unceasing and his hand now red and swollen from smacking you so hard.

Five minutes later, tears staining your cheeks and having wet the bed, your ass was extremely sore and so was Nanamis hand. He left you laying there, in that same position, all by yourself, walking off to the stairs. Unable to move, you buried your face into the covers, balling your eyes out over the punishment you just received. To your pleasant surprise, you felt a very cold something being spread over your ass, gripping the sheets and biting your lip at the feel of Nanamis hands making contact with the raw parts, the cold thing he was spreading over you instantly cooling the burning of the welts.

Did he feel bad? Not for punishing you, but he didn’t like seeing you cry like this, carefully scooping you up and laying down with you ontop of him. Burying your face into his neck, you felt him put something over your ass, a bag of ice, instantly easing your pain and his.

The next ten minutes involved him hushing you, rubbing your back, saying the sweeting things to you yet scolding you too. “I know darling, the pain will be gone in the morning…I’m just very upset with you, you don’t listen to me baby. Don’t make such a big mess if you don’t want to clean it up next time…but I love you sweetheart, you know I love you”

He knows he’s getting the silent treatment from you all night long, maybe even tomorrow morning too. He’s still going to pamper you like a princess, no matter how long you ignore him. Your punishment was well deserved and he could tell you weren’t going to do that on purpose again. You hate to admit it but he knows, you want cuddles and extra love and attention after that. And he’s got it all in bulk and more.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

Requested ✖️

Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

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The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

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fezcosbabymama · 3 years ago

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moth, meet flame.

chapter two, strawberry lipstick state of mind.

click here to read chapter one

summary he says he’s an expert when it comes to japanese food but doesn’t know how to use chopsticks. pairing fezco x original character. warnings they smoke weed again tbh word count 3, 900 words.

listen to x // x // x

author’s note :—) yea so the timeline might seem a little foggy and there’s a reason for that!! tbh idk what’s gonna happen this season so i kind of want to wait a little before i interweave the show’s storyline w my story. not that it’s too important at the moment but yea enjoy hehe

f: wyd?

r: like rn?

f: yeah

r: nothing

f: bet ima take u out on a date

r: 😍😍😍 yes please

f: 20 mins ok?

r: yup. see u in 20.

reina holds her phone against her chest, squealing as she kicks her feet excitedly. she has no shame. at least not within the privacy of these four walls. she shoots out of bed, heading straight for her closet to find an outfit… but not just any outfit. the perfect outfit. after smoking with him a few nights ago, she would be lying if she said she didn’t spend the whole day thinking about him. fezco didn’t make things any easier on her either. despite constantly working he made an effort to text her. often at that. she could tell just how much he wanted to get to know her based on the effort he was putting in.

time is ticking by and she begins to panic, spotting a dress strewn across the designated clothing chair in her bedroom. it’s white with tiny strawberries all over… and still has a tag on. reina holds the dress against her body and twirls to look at herself in the mirror. “relax, rey. just fucking relax.” she murmurs to herself before ripping the tag off with her teeth and changing into the dress. she’s a lot happier with her decision once it’s on, posing in the mirror as she admires the way it hugs her body from different angles.

it doesn’t take much longer after that for her to finish getting ready. the majority of her life was spent living in a five person household with only one bathroom between them. reina learned how to get herself dolled up in practically no time. twenty minutes was child’s play for her. she’s slipping on her favorite white heels when she hears a car engine start outside. she can’t stop her heart from racing knowing for certain that the vehicle in question belongs to fezco. she snatches her purse up and all but runs to the front door, pulling it open to reveal fezco.

he looks her up and down, astonishment written all over that usually stoic face. his fist is still in the air, frozen there from her interruption. he had every intention of knocking like a gentleman but she beat him to the door. he sucks in a breath and shakes his head, as if to physically snap himself out of his daze. “you look gorgeous, ma.” he says. reina grins and grabs the hand he holds out for her as he leads them to his car. he doesn’t hesitate to hold the passenger door open for her, rounding around to hop in the driver’s side after. she’s quiet as she buckles herself in, mentally reminding herself to stay grounded in reality.

just because he opens the car door for you, doesn’t make him prince charming…

“ladies first,” his voice breaks her out of her thoughts. fezco holds up a lit blunt towards her. reina smirks but needs no other instruction as she takes it from him and takes a long, appreciate hit.

…but having a blunt awaiting your arrival might.

she coughs a few times when it burns her throat, holding it out in front of her as she inspects it. “this a backwood, ain’t it?” she manages to choke out.

he starts laughing and despite how shitty her throat feels, she still gets butterflies from it.

“what? you can’t handle it?” he teases.

“fuck off,” she rolls her eyes, patting her chest as she mentally prepares herself to take another hit. the second drag is a lot easier now that she knew what to expect, but the light headedness from the nicotine in the leaf is quick to set in. she leans her head back against the seat, handing the blunt off to him.

“backwoods always kick my ass.”

“you only smoke grass? you don’t smoke no cigarettes? vapes? none of that shit?”

reina shakes her head, “no. just weed. i usually smoke it out of my bowl or use those cute little pre-rolled cones. i get them online. i always buy the ones with adorable patterns on them.”

“let me guess,” he pauses to hand her the blunt, “you don’t know how to roll.”

she scoffs at him, puffing on the blunt to buy herself some time. he’s completely right. she can’t roll for shit. smoking marijuana was a habit she picked up fairly recently from her younger sister. the true marijuana connoisseur.

“you gonna teach me?”

fezco tears his gaze from the road to look at her, corners of his lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “i can teach you a lil somethin’ somethin’.”

reina ashes the blunt out of the window, “looking forward to these lessons, teacher.” she turns in her seat to face him, “what about you?”

“i like smoking on black and milds. so that and weed. you ever catch me smoking a cig… just know life is kicking my dumb ass.”

“cigarettes are gross.”

their conversation flows naturally as they listen to drake, but old drake because as fezco says “new drake is mid”. they talk about everything and nothing at the same time. reina makes him laugh just as much as he makes her. it’s comfortable. like they’ve known each other forever. it’s a feeling she knows is a lot deeper than just being stoned around someone you found attractive. it felt real.

fezco’s ashing out the second blunt when he pulls into a parking space. reina looks up at the sign on front of the restaurant, “sakura sushi? you didn’t strike me as a sushi guy.”

“who? me?” he turns the car off, leaning back against the door to stare at her in disbelief. “i know all about this shit. i’m actually an expert.”

reina wants to question him further but laughs instead, putting her hands up. “alright, alright. i believe you.”

he opens the door for her and leads them inside to the host’s stand. the restaurant is lowkey but still really nice. the decor is almost ridiculously trendy with artificial grass walls and neon signs all over the interior. it was definitely the kind of local spot that everyone always posted on their instagram. it looked like a place reina would love going to… fezco? not so much. they follow behind the host as she takes them to their table, his touch soothing as he holds his hand against the small of her back.

reina can’t help but stare at the way fezco looks at the menu. he seemed absolutely lost, staring at one spot for far too long. she smiles to herself, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “do you like sake?” she asks suddenly.

“wha— yeah, i do.” he begins to say one thing but cuts himself off.

it just makes her smile wider. “great. i love sake so i’ll order us some.”

he nods, his usual relaxed gaze a little nervous. fezco is quick to turn his attention back to the menu. when the waitress arrives they get two waters and the sake. the waitress inspects their ids for a moment and then heads off. before reina can put her id back in her wallet, fez scoots his chair closer to the table and as he leans over he whispers, “let me see your fake.”

reina’s eyes widen and she starts laughing under her breath. “let me see yours.”

they trade their respective ids and both break out into hushed laughter reading the names on each other’s fakes.

“you know what… you kinda look like a jimmy.” reina tells him as they return ids.

“you don’t look like a mandy though,” he comments with a smirk.

reina shrugs her shoulders, shoving her wallet back into her purse. “still a good ass fake.”

she gives the entire menu a quick glance over before looking up, she catches fezco staring at her. he doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes on hers. it catches her off-guard a little but she fights through it, trying not to let herself fall too deep into that gaze. “so what’re you thinking of getting?” she asks, sitting up a little straighter in her chair.

fezco looks back down at his menu, his hand coming up to his face to rub his beard. “shit, ion know.” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, resting both hands flat on the table.

reina reaches out, placing her finger on his menu to point an item out to him. “how about this? the loveboat special seems like the perfect amount of food for us.” she brushes her index finger along the side of his thumb, intentionally slow, before nudging it out of the way.

he sees past the coyness. smirking as he lowers his face, staring down at the menu to read the description of what reina pointed out. his mind is too hazy to process any words and it’s not like he knew what any of it meant. he’s quick as he grabs her hand, holding it in the middle of the table, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.

the waitress comes back with their drinks while reina’s telling fezco a story about one of her fondest summer memories at her grandparents house. the last summer she spent there as a child.

the same summer she met him.

she pauses momentarily to relay the rest of their order and hand the menus back to the waitress.

“where did i leave off… oh, yeah — my sister and i were fighting, about what? i don’t remember. she ended up like pushing me off the ladder as i was trying to climb into the treehouse. i ended up landing on my arm all weird and ended up breaking it. ironically enough we became closer because of it so i guess it has a happy ending.” she points to the surgery scar on the inside of her arm and fezco’s first instinct is to reach out and brush it gently.

reina flinches, the butterflies in her stomach tickling her all over. she giggles breathlessly, rushing to pour them both some sake. she holds the pink bottle in her hand, holding it out for him to look at. “i love this specific brand of sake. it’s hakutsuru sayuri, a nigori sake. it’s so sweet.”

she hands him one of the shot glasses she poured, holding hers up so they could clink them together. “cheers!” they both tap their glasses against the table before throwing them back.

fezco’s immediate reaction is priceless. he’s grimacing, taking a few sips of his water directly after. reina tosses her head back as she laughs, wishing she could’ve taken a picture of his expression. it was adorable.

“damn,” he coughs, “it was good but you should’ve told me that shit was thick as fuck. shit was almost like drinking yogurt.”

reina smacks her teeth, “aight, now you’re just being dramatic.”

fezco uses his index and thumb to trace the facial hair surrounding his chin. “yeah, i know. let’s take another shot.”

she raises an eyebrow at him, “you’re literally the most ridiculous person ever.” reina laughs dryly but pours them another round anyways.

fezco starts talking about his grandma. he explains how time causes him to forget who she really was. the strong woman who is now subjected to spending the rest of her days in a vegetative state. reina holds both of his hands in the center of the table, nodding her head as she listens to him intently. the way he talks about her is so gentle. she can tell that he holds her in high regards still. to him, she’s the badass she always was.

reina squeezes his hands firmly, “i know she’d be proud of the man she raised. you had big shoes to fill at such a young age and still… you were able to step up.”

fezco doesn’t say anything and instead looks down at the table for a moment. his shoulders rise subtly as he takes a deep breath, lifting his face to make eye contact with her. he lifts her hands to kiss each and every last one of her knuckles. he mouths the words ‘thank you’ as the waitress approaches their table.

she’s carrying a large sushi boat completely filled with sashimi, nigiri, and sushi. the pair pull back from each other so that she can place the boat in the middle of the table. fezco stares at the spread with an apathetic look on his face. reina suspects it’s the first time he’s ever seen something that wasn’t a california roll. he copies her when she takes her wooden chopsticks out of its paper wrapping. he splits them terribly, the top of one stick stuck to the other.

she stifles her laughter, biting down on her bottom lip as she uses her chopsticks to pick up a piece of salmon sashimi. he watches her closely, and attempts to do the same, only for the nigiri he chooses to fall apart, his chopsticks clattering as they fall against the table.

reina cocks an eyebrow at him, “sushi expert, huh?”

he rolls his eyes but she can tell from the goofy smile on his face that he likes it.

“this is probably terrible etiquette but…” reina reaches for some tuna nigiri, the same kind he first tried for, holding it out for him to eat off of her chopsticks.

he smirks at her, his eyes burning a hole through her as he makes a show out of it. his mouth closes slowly over the chopsticks, tugging on them gently as he pulls back. he chews leisurely, wiping his lips unnecessarily with his thumb when he’s finished.

reina was thankful for the dim lighting in the restaurant otherwise she was certain fezco would call her out on the redness rising in the apple of her cheeks.

“do you mind if i ask you more about your childhood?”

fezco doesn’t talk about himself, much less about his childhood. he couldn’t remember the last time he let someone close enough to get to know him. he was well-guarded, protected by that tough guy demeanor his grandmother had instilled in him. however, for some reason unbeknownst to him, he feels completely at ease delving into his upbringing with reina. he can tell from the way she looks at him, honey dripping from those pretty eyes of hers, that she holds no judgement in that kind heart.

they hold hands as they eat, drink sake, and talk. god, do they talk. they laugh too. lots of it. sometimes so loud they have to cover their mouths, looking around at the other tables nervously, worried they were being too obnoxious and bothering other guests. they become so impossibly lost in their own little bubble, the waitress silently drops the check off and it brings them back down to earth.

reina can’t stop grinning.

fezco pays for their bill (like the true gentleman he is, seriously, he doesn’t even let her look at the check) and they walk out of the restaurant tucked closely together, their fingers interlaced tightly. he walks her to the passenger’s side and instead of opening the door for her like she expects, he leans her against the vehicle tenderly. fezco presses his body against hers, fingers curling around her hair. reina looks up at him, close enough to count all the lashes framing those troubled eyes. he drops his head a little and a breath hitches in her throat in anticipation. he chuckles against her mouth, his breath puffing against her parted lips.

“i could eat you up,” is what he says right before he kisses her. it’s slow and tender and makes her weak at the knees. reina curls her fists around the front of fezco’s shirt, holding on for dear life. the way his facial hair brushes against her face warms her all the way down to the tips of her toes. the taste of strawberries on his tongue from the sake makes the moment feel like a dream. everything was perfect. too perfect. it was as terrifying as it was beautiful. he pulls back slightly but keeps his forehead pressed against hers as he tries to regulate his breathing. he might’ve been panting but he was smirking the whole time.

fezco pecks the side of her face, taking a step back and helping her stand up straight so that he can let her in the car. she swears there are stars swirling around her head, eyes heavy with bliss. inside the car, fezco leans over to open his glovebox, pointing at a few blunts he had rolled up. “i came prepared. let’s spark it.” reina laughs but doesn’t object, manicured fingers quick to pull one out for the pair to smoke.

his hand finds sanctuary on the soft, warm skin of her thigh. he starts to resent his decision to smoke a blunt on the drive home, wanting to keep his hand situated on her as his thumb caresses the inside of her leg. every moment he didn’t spend touching her was a moment he felt was wasted. he’s thankful when they finish and she smothers the blunt out, dropping it into the ashtray. reina reaches out to him, fingernails scratching the back of his neck and shoulders in a way that sends shivers up and down his spine. he exhales shakily, glancing over at her with his eyebrows raised when he hears her giggle.

“you think that shit’s funny? you got me down bad.” he says with a playful shake of his head.

when they arrive fezco opens the door for her and offers her a hand to help her out. reina is grinning from ear to ear, cheeks beginning to hurt from the pressure. she feels so warm, floating on cloud 9. being high was one of her favorite feelings. it was easy to forget about all the problems she had plaguing her when she was smoking, at least for the moment.

fezco grabs her by the waist, leaning his shoulder against the car as he just stares at her intensely. maybe she was just imagining it, his blue eyes so dark she can’t find any words to speak.

“reina,” he finally sighs.

she bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she mimics him. “fezco.”

he looks down at her mouth, “ion wanna say bye to you yet. it’s too soon.”

“it’s too soon?” she teases.

fezco picks both of her hands up, holding them over his chest. he stares at her earnestly, wanting his eyes to convey just how much he means what he says. “ion usually talk much but i can’t keep my stupid ass mouth shut when i’m with you. rey, honestly you make me feel so…”

“comfortable?” she offers.

fezco lets out a deep breath, one he wasn’t aware he was holding, and then nods a few times. “yeah.”

“like we’ve been here before and we’re just picking up where we left off?”

he nods again.

fezco squeezes her hands gently. “you down to kick it with me a lil longer?”

“i would love to, fez.” she stands on the tips of her toes and gives him a quick but tender kiss.

“we can cuddle and watch a movie or some shit.” he tugs on her hand, leading the pair towards his front door.

“mmm,” she hums, “cuddling while high is definitely the vibe.”

reina leans against the house as he starts to unlock his front door, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger absentmindedly as she watches him. she bites her bottom lip, feeling absolutely giddy all over. fezco turns to look at her, fingertips reaching out to brush her cheek. he wants so badly to kiss her but knows ashtray would give him shit about it if he was watching the security cameras. he pushes the door open and immediately upon entering they hear, “well, you two sure are cute.”

on the couch sat a girl with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, a sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulders, and the darkest under eye circles reina had ever seen.

“bruh,” fezco sighs exasperatedly, “fuck is you doin’ here?”

awkwardness starts to set in so reina wraps her arms around herself, smiling nervously as she looks around the room. at the table sat ashtray, fezco’s younger brother, manning the cameras and cleaning what appeared to be a glock.

“my mom and i got into it so i snuck out. i didn’t want to be at my house and i didn’t have anywhere else to go so…” she explains plainly, folding her legs up on the couch.

fezco sighs again, throwing his arms up in silent defeat. “ion got shit else to offer you if you not tryna just smoke some weed.”

she holds both of her thumbs up, “aye aye, captain.”

fezco rolls his eyes at her and turns to rest his hand on the small of reina’s back, bringing her closer to his side as she had been standing by the door apprehensively. “reina, that’s rue. she’s like my little sister. annoying as fuck most the time.”

rue doesn’t argue and instead just shrugs her shoulders. “just so you know, he can be just as annoying.”

reina just laughs, waving a hand politely at rue.

“and that’s ashtray over there.”

ashtray pauses what he’s doing for a moment, nodding his head at reina in acknowledgement. he shoots a knowing look at fezco before lowering his head back down to his glock, a smirk on his mouth.

fezco turns to reina, an apologetic look in his eyes as he holds his hand out. reina winks at him, practically skipping behind as he walks her over to the couch. the pair settle into each other easily, she nestles herself into his side, her knees up against her chest. he tosses a blanket over them, one arm around her shoulders and his opposite hand on her knee.

it’s not exactly what she imagined when he invited her in but it still made her happy. the sound of his soft laughter makes her heart swell in her chest. she feels so lucky to be able to see him in such a intimate light.

the movie they’re all watching falls upon reina’s deaf ears. she’s far more interested in fezco, stealing adoring glances up at him every chance he’s not looking. reina even pays more attention to rue’s off-hand comments than the movie, laughing what was probably entirely too hard but whatever she’s stoned.

fezco dips his head, lips brushing against the top of her ear, and the way his facial hair tickles her sends shivers down her spine. “thanks for having dinner with me, ma.”

she nuzzles closer to him, sighing blissfully in response. she tilts her head a little, meeting him halfway in a chaste kiss.

she can hear rue groan and fake gag from beside them, playful jealousy the motivator. “c’mon, stop rubbing it in. get a room.” she complains, but reina can hear the smile in her voice.

she can tell how happy rue is for fezco. it radiates off of her. she says one thing but feels another. reina rests her head on fezco’s chest. “you guys really are siblings.” she comments with a laugh before helplessly dozing off to the sound of fezco’s heartbeat.

#fezco fanfic #fez fanfic #fezco euphoria #fezco imagine #fez imagine #euphoria fanfic #fez euphoria #fez #fezco

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tzuyuscloud · 3 years ago

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Twice's reaction to you is shorter than them and/or they feel like babying you

Nayeon

She likes to act like the baby, despite her older age. So she when she watched you take your heels off for the first time in awhile her mouth hung open, before closing and opening again like a fish. "You're so tiny and cute!" She squealed patting your head. "I'm not that short~!" You whined.

Jeongyeon

While you were expecting such a dramatic reaction considering she is one of the tallest, Jeongyeon didn't say much but show off a little smirk as she looked down at you. She didn't have to say much for you to know exactly what she was thinking causing you to scoff and roll your eyes, "I don't wanna hear it" you said causing the taller woman to laugh. "What? I definitely wasn't going to mention the height difference."

Momo

Jihyo

You were walking around the mall with heels on, which were a bad idea because not even five minutes into the walk you felt a heartbeat in your feet. "ahh my feet hurt so bad" you groaned in pain. Momo looked down at your shoes before laughing, why would you wear heels during a shopping spree silly?" You never answered her question, but instead she dragged you to the nearest shoe store setting you down. You kicked off the heels before standing up and stretching your sore feet. "woah you're so short." Momo gasped already used to the shortness from Dahyun and Chaeyoung. "thanks" you stood with your hands on your hips.

Sana

When Sana walked in on you catching you red handed as you tried slipping on your high tops before you guys went out, she starting squealing and bouncing around. "omg omg omg! You are fun sized!" 'Here we go again' you thought holding in an aggressive eye roll. "go ahead...make fun of my height" you sighed already used to the 'how's the weather down there jokes.' "no no you're so cuteeeee!" She clapped her hands and attacked you with a hug.

When Jihyo found out you were shorter than her the woman was literally too stunned to speak. She stood with her hands covering her mouth with a gasp. Her next actions caught you off guard, when she pulled you into a hug before pulling away to admire your shortness. "Oh you're so adorable and small. You're like a little baby" she cooed. You knew there was no fighting the hugs she was throwing at you.

Mina

Mina didn't care at all about your height, but of course she couldn't stop smiling when you started up a new conversation and she had to look down at you to talk. You knew she was too nice to say anything about it, but she also couldn't help but baby you. You'd watch as she would grab high items and ask if you were okay every five minutes. It was cute when she did it, so you would learn to live with it.

Dahyun

You and Dahyun we're hanging out, randomly asking each other questions out of boredom. "How tall are you?" Dahyun asked you. "I'm 5'0" you answered with no shame. "Yess! Short gang!" Dahyun threw up a little peace sign before fist bumping you. "Short people are the best" you added in your guys' little praises.

Chaeyoung

You walked into the dance studio where Chaeyoung stood in front of the mirror stretching. You had decided to take a break from your high tops, as they made your ankles hurt when dancing. "Hey Chaeng!" You greeted. You watched as she squinted looking in the mirror before turning around to face you. "were you always my height?" She asked scratching her head. "Um yeah. Just wore high tops a lot ya know? Gotta fool em" you smiled earning a fist bump from Chaeyoung.

Tzuyu

Out of all people you thought Tzuyu would be the most chill when you revealed your actual height to her, but instead she was quite the opposite. She clowned you. "You're so short, wow. Do you feel like your in a sea of y'all people all the time?" Tzuyu teased. "Tzu you're little the world's tallest human" you retorted trying to get under her skin. The woman laughed at your remark before pinching her fingers together as if she were measuring your height. "Your so cute and small" Tzuyu giggled.

#twice scenarios #kpop gg #twice reactions #twice kpop #twice

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pebblewritesj · 3 years ago

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Being Roger Taylor’s Twin Sister

- For starters, you’re both GORGEOUS.

- It’s actually overwhelming seeing you both in the same room.

- You look and sound exactly like Roger, completely identical.

- You often tag along with Queen, which is incredibly fun.

- Then again, they of course also have a large tendency to mix you two up.

- Brian is the worst at that sort of thing.

- There’s more of a 50/50 consistency with Freddie. He either takes a guess at who he’s looking at or shouts one of your names and sees which one looks over first.

- John tells you both apart very, very easily though.

- “How do you know which one it is every time?” “Y/N’s hair is a centimetre or so longer/shorter.”

- But the first few weeks after John joined the band?

- Bro could not CATCH A BREAK

- You and Roger would pretend to be each other while Freddie and Brian played along, leaving John clueless.

- You and Roger have the exact same humor as well.

- The rest of the band could be in the middle of a fight, but you and Roger would be next to each other like five feet away, mocking them.

- Of course, you two have your moments as well.

- Like for example, when Roger was showing everyone ‘i’m in love with my car’, you couldn’t stop laughing.

- Brian would kick you from were he was sitting or nudge you every now and then to try and get you to settle down, but it just made you laugh harder.

- “Roger, I don’t know.” “Don’t know what?!” “...’Such a thrill when your radials squeal’-” “OH MY GOD HAHAHAHA, ROGER WHAT IN THE WORLD?”

- You weren’t able to calm yourself until about five minutes after he’d locked himself into the cupboard.

- “Roger, I’ll tilt you over--” “Y/N.” “Alright then get out the bloody cupboard, you psychopath!”

- Sometimes Roger will beg you to wear makeup for an outing so when people see you two they’ll assume he’s not a woman (they still often do mistake him for a girl).

- You two jokingly insult each other all the time, but will never ever say anything involving looks.

- That is very possibly one of the only things you two will ever be encouraging about.

- “I look awful.” “Nope. You can’t. Look at me, Y/N.”

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fic #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor headcannon #roger taylor headcannons #roger taylor hc #roger taylor hcs #queen fic #queen x reader

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erensrag · 3 years ago

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bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

#eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #attack on titan fic #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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