#I learned a lot from this one n I’m super happy with how it turned out!

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This piece is for @bdoublehoe, who requested DDVAU HotGuy (by @kitsuneisi)!! Such a fun design 🙏

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Smash. (dbf!Captain Price x Virgin!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, heeeeeefty age gap (reader is 21, Price is 47), teasing, daddy kink, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mutual pining, this is filthy age gap Smut and you’ve been warned. (Sorry if I missed any.)

Summary: Captain Price is your dads best friend and you’ve been crushing on him since you were a little girl.

I know this isn’t a request but I’m procrastinating :)

“Oh come on sweet pea, you haven’t been home for a family barbecue in three years now!” Your dad begs you on the phone. You’ve been off at college for three whole years. You haven’t made too much time to come visit, but there’s a reason for that.

Your step mom.

She’s awful. Uses your dad for his money, cheats on him constantly. At this point, you think she’s just a cover for something. You sigh, taking a deep breath. “Alright. Fine. But you better keep your hound on a leash.” You groan. “Hey. Be nice Y/N.” He rolls his eyes on the other end of the phone. “She doesn’t show her teeth, I don’t bite.” You smile cheekily. He can’t see it, but he can hear it. “Oh lord. What I would do without you.” He laughs. “Live a happy, stress free life.” You giggle. He laughs on the other end. “I’ll see you on Saturday sweet pea. Don’t forget, we had a pool put in since you last came, don’t forget your bathing suit!” He smiles. “Alright dad, I’ll be there. Love you, bye.” You laugh as you hang up the phone.

“That girl, gonna be the death of me.” Your dad smiles as he hangs up the phone. He’s sitting at a table with his best friend of twenty plus years, Captain John Price. “Is that Y/N?” He smiles. “Yeah. I’ve been trying to get her to come home for the barbecue this weekend. Finally got her to agree.” He laughs. John nods his head, taking a drink of his beer. “Haven’t seen that girl in ages.” He smiles. “You’ll see her this Saturday. She’s been nothing but a pain in my ass for these last few years. Since she was 17, I think.” He laughs. “How so? I don’t have any kids so I don’t really know how they work.” John laughs. “Oh boy. She’s just a young woman. Moody, bossy. The girl has been boy crazy since she was 15.” He laughs. Placing a hand over his face. “Absolutely hates her step mom. Every time they’re both in the same room together I just want to strangle them both.” He rolls his eyes, tipping his beer up. “Although these last couple years she’s been super wild. Going out drinking, getting herself into trouble. I’ve seen more than 2 boys on her stupid Instagram she doesn’t know that I know about.” He sighs. John nods. “You think you were maybe too strict with her?” He asks. “Probably. But you live and you learn I guess.” He laughs. John finishes lthe rest of his beer.

You turn the wheel toward the parking lot of your apartment complex. It’s only about 30 minutes away from where your dad is, but you’ve been busy with school. Your car comes to a halt as you climb out, gathering all of your items and heading upstairs to your room. You pick up your phone, dialing your best friends number. “Hey.” You smile. “Hey Y/N, what’s up?” She asks. “You know how I’ve told you about the family barbecue’s I’ve had in the past?” You say. “Oh. You mean the one day a year you spend ogling at your dads best friend that I’ve heard alllll about?” She chuckles, making you blush. “Yeah, my dad convinced me to go and they installed a pool last year. So.. we need to go bathing suit shopping.” You mumble. “Is this finally the year?” She smirks. “Hopefully. You should come with me, get a good look at him.” You smile. “Alright. I’m down. I’ll come get you in 20 for the mall.” You smile. “Okay.” After saying your goodbye’s, you hang up.

When she arrives, you gather up everything you need, walking down the old metal stairs to your apartment. Feeling them buckle underneath you slightly, yeah the apartment you lived in wasn’t too up to date. But it was nice.

Your dad was really strict, and this time you’d spent away at college had been the most fun you’ve ever had. He wasn’t monitoring your every move, couldn’t tell you what to do 24/7, and you could come and go anytime you wanted. No curfew. Maybe it had to do with your dad being a retired military man. But he was strict and sometimes he could get a little mean. Everyone knew it, and nobody was surprised when you left. You open the door to her car, sitting down and closing the door after you pull your leg in. You put your seatbelt on and start talking about anything random as she pulls out of your apartment complex to head toward the mall. The drive is pretty short, it passes by incredibly quick because of the small talk you’re making. She pulls into the parking lot and the both of you make your way inside to your favorite stores.

When you finish shopping, you make your way into the food court, choosing what you want to eat. Eventually, the both of you are just sitting down at a small table. Listening to everyone else talking around you.

“So what’s so special about this guy anyways Hm? How old is he?” You blush at her question. “Oh god. How old is he?!” She laughs. “47.” You mumble. “Jesus! He’s older than your dad!” She laughs. “Yeah I know. And.. I don’t know. Ever since I was old enough to understand what a crush was, it was always him.” You shrug. She smiles. “Even still?” She asks. “Yeah. I’ve had one boyfriend that lasted like 2 months. That’s it.” You smirk. Taking a bite of your food. She smiles. “Because you’ve been so in love with this guy? Shit. You were legal 3 years ago, why didn’t you try sooner?” She asks. “When I was 18 I got into a big fight with my dad and I haven’t been home since.” You laugh. She nods her head. “Gotcha.”

“Also not to mention he’s a Captain in the Military.” You laugh. Her eyes widen. “Damn. I don’t know him but I’m in love with him too.” She laughs. “You will be.” You roll your eyes with a laugh.

—

The day of the Barbecue approached fast, and your best friend canceled on you because she was sick. You were driving alone, nervous. Anxious to see John again. Your stomach was curled up, waves of nervousness shooting through you. You hadn’t gotten over these feelings that you’d had for him for a long time, you thought you would. But now? You were convinced they’d never go away. At this point you knew it was more than just a dumb crush, but admitting that meant defeat and you wouldn’t yet. You wouldn’t cave just yet. As a little girl you dreamt of him day and night. Never boys your age, not even in high school when you hit puberty and had a crush on everyone. Nobody stuck. Nobody but John. Your dads best friend who was completely out of your reach.

You pulled into the driveway and noticed cars already in the driveway, pulling up as close to the car in front of you as possible. You hop out, deep breath leaving your lips as you start for the backyard where you could hear everyone. You open the gate, the loud creak that it makes gives away your arrival and all eyes are on you. There’s nothing but silence for a minute until your dad hollers that you’re here. He rushes over and gives you a hug and a lot of the already tipsy women start commenting on how much you’ve grown up, how you’re a woman now and not just a kid. When you’re done being bombarded by everyone, you spot John sitting in a lawn chair, beer in his hand. “Come on sweetheart. I’ll show you what we got to drink.” Your dad smiles. You dig through the cooler and end up grabbing a beer. You’d need the liquid courage to get you through this entire day. You followed your dad over to where he’s sitting and smile at John. “Hey Kiddo.” John smiles. “Hey John. How are you?” You smile. “I’m good. You?”

“Good. Just going to school.” You blush. He’s so perfect. So fucking attractive. You just want to jump him right in front of everyone here. You talk a little more with him before your dad calls him away from you to talk about something else with the grill.

You get caught up in conversation with a few other women there, avoiding your step-mom like she’s the plague.

—

A sigh leaves your lips. You’re sitting at a table inside, drinking a beer. You’ve had a little too much to drink, feeling a little tipsy. Everyone is already passed out or gone home. Tonight did not go the way you wanted it to go. You wanted to talk to John more. Wanted so badly to get to know him more. You’ve pretty much given up on it. Sure he’s probably already gone home for the night. You hear the sliding glass door open and your step-mom walks in. “Y/N. Will you please go keep John company? Your dad is drunk and I need to take him to bed.” You nod your head. Those are the first words she’s spoken to you all day. You stand up, going out to the back yard. There’s an older woman, her husband, and John left. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiles. “Hey.” You smile. You sit on the edge of the pool with your feet in the water. John is in the pool and she’s laying on the concrete. “Howcome you’re here all alone sweets?” He asks. “Oh.. I don’t know. I invited a friend to come but she wasn’t feeling too good.” You explain. She nods. “You don’t gotta boyfriend?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh god no.” You laugh. She looks at you. “Why’s that?”

“I’m surrounded by college guys, not exactly a fan.” You smile. John is listening, intrigued. “Your dad keeps talking about the boys on your secret Instagram.” She smiles. “Secret?” You smile. “I don’t have a secret Instagram.” You laugh. “Oh, he talks about it.” She smiles. You look confused. “Weird. The only guys I have on there are friends.” You laugh. “Just friends?” You nod your head. “Yeah. I need to take down those pictures down actually.” You laugh. “Why’s that?” She smiles. “They always pretend to be my friends and than they get weird. Catch feelings or something.” You laugh. “It’s cause you’re a real pretty girl. They probably just want a piece.” She smiles. “It’s always after they find out I’m a Virgin.” You mumble. John almost chokes on his bourbon that he has, eyes widening. His body is rigid. She laughs. “Wow. That’s actually kind’ve impressive.” She smiles.

After talking a little more, she drags her husband home. Leaving you and John alone. Something that makes your stomach flutter. “The advice she was giving you. Don’t take it.” He mumbles. “Hm?” You look up at him. “She.. is a little..” he waves his finger by his ear. You giggle. He notices the way you react to him. “You’re a real pretty girl you know? Don’t rush into anything. Find a guy who will treat you right.” He nods. You nod your head. You pull your shirt off, sliding into the water. You give him a good view of your bathing suit. “Can I ask you for some advice?” You bite your bottom lip. He nods his head. “Yeah, Cmere.” He nods his head. You swim closer to him, leaning up against the wall where he’s sitting. “What’s up?” He asks. You sigh. “Do you think I’m immature?” You ask. He narrows his eyes. “No. I don’t think so at all. I think you’re actually pretty mature for your age.” He smiles. You nod your head. “Why?” He asks. “Well.. I like this guy but.. he’s quite a bit older than me.” You blush. “How much older?” He asks.

“I don’t know if I should say..” you blush. “No older than your dad I hope.” He chuckles. You look down, crimson creeping up your cheeks. His eyes widen and he coughs on his liquor. “Jesus- how much older?” He asks, wiping his face. “Few years..” you mumble. “Older than me?” He asks. “Around the same age I think.” You breathe. “Just… don’t tell my dad on me, please?” You bite your lip nervously. He laughs, looking down. “What the hell do you want with a guy my age anyways? Do I know him?” He asks. You blush, looking down. “Yeah. Pretty well actually. I’ve liked him for a while.” You breathe. He laughs. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes. He runs a hand over his facial hair, seeing the way that the water drips off of him has you clenching your thighs together. “You have any advice?” You say nervously. He looks down. “Don’t go for it.” He laughs. “Hm?” You say. “Men my age will only take advantage of you.” You’ve moved closer and closer to him. “Would you take advantage of me?” You swallow hard, looking up at him. The way you look up at him is far from innocent. “I-“ he freezes. “John?” You whisper. “Yeah?”

You swallow hard. “Would you?” You breathe. He looks down. You’ve crept even closer to him, and when you’re right in front of him, he’s losing his mind. You breathe. His eyes widen and he’s silent for a minute. He sets his glass down, reaching his hands out and grasping your hips. He pins you to the concrete wall of the pool, hand resting on your throat. “You’re a good girl. Such a good girl, you don’t need to be with a guy my age.” He breathes. You whimper, tilting your head back. The way that you react to him shows him more than he needs. He moves his hips closer to yours and you clutch his sides for dear life, whimpering out when he ruts his hips into yours. He spins you around, until you’re leant over the pool wall. Crying out when he tugs on your hair. “Who is it darlin?” He breathes. “Because the way you’re reacting to me…” he trails offs. You’re panting out, he’d thrown you for a curveball. Sending you straight into a daze. “Use your words love.” He growls. The feel of his hips pressing into you, his hands on you. “It’s you- since I was a kid-“ you pant. Your eyes are watering, wanting so badly for his hands to be on you. Just as his fingertips graze over your bathing suit between your legs, breath hitching in your throat, he pulls away. “Look at me.” He helps spin you around. “As bad as I want to… Your dad is my best friend.” He breathes. You nod your head, as bad as it hurts you, you understand. You’re still breathing hard, as he creates a few more inches of distance, reaching out to run his finger along your bottom lip, loving the way you react to him, parting your lips even more. Closing your eyes and tilting your head back just slightly. It’s a small gesture but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You swipe your tongue over his thumb. The taste of his skin is amazing, even when it’s mixed with chlorine.

He bites his lip, pulling his hand away. “Such a good girl f’me.” He breathes. It’s quiet, you almost miss it. When he says it, your body lights on fire. Having him touch you, his hands on you. It’s almost too much for you to handle. When you finally pull yourself out of the trance like state he’d put you in, he’s moved a couple feet away from you. Which is perfect timing. Your step mom makes her way out of the back door, sending John a smile. “Y/N, I think it’s time for you to go.” You narrow your eyes at her. “What?” You ask. “It’s nearing nine, you need to head on home.” She crosses her arms. “Uh.. I think she’s been drinking.” John looks at you. “That’s not my problem, she’s not welcome to stay here. Our guest bedroom is my office now anyways.” You roll your eyes and John can see the attitude on your face as you look up at her. “Have a good night John.” She smiles at him. “Remember, the couch is always open.” John expects you to be a little more upset than you are. But you aren’t. You step out of the pool mumbling out a “fucking bitch.” Under your breath. John smiles at your aggression. “I can give you a ride home?” John asks. “I’m sure I’ll be fine John, besides, I think you’ve had more to drink than me.” You laugh, wrapping a towel around you. He smiles, climbing out of the pool. His body is soaked, drips of water sliding down his chest. You want to drool at the sight of him. sliding a t-shirt on. His cargo shorts were soaked but he didn’t care. “Honey, I’ve got twenty plus years of drinking on you.” He laughs. “Takes a lot to get me drunk.” You smile. John is about to offer again, the door opens. This time it’s your dad. “Hey. I didn’t know you guys were still here.” He smiles. “Yeah. I would’ve stayed longer but Y/N caught the wrath of your wife.” John raises his eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”

“Told Y/N she wasn’t welcome to stay.”

Your dad looks down at his feet. Glancing back at the door. “She’s just.. in her own space. You know? You understand, right Y/N?” He says. Your lips part slightly. “Cmon Y/N. You can stay at my house.” John nods his head. You send your dad a death glare, following after John. “Oh and uh.. it’s not really my place, but letting your daughter who’s been drinking drive home on her own and choosing a woman over your own kid.. dick move.” John shakes his head at him, sliding his hand over your lower back and walking through the wooden gate with you.

He walks you out to a large truck in the driveway, it’s brand new, shiny black with leather seats. He opens the door for you, helping you up inside. He rests his hand on your thigh until you’re settled, closing the door once you’re inside. He makes his way around the front, opening up his side and climbing in. He starts it, backing up out of the driveway. The way his hands grip around the steering wheel, veins popping out on his hands. He’s sexy, it’s hard to ignore. You bite your lip, clenching your eyes shut. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing between them. John feels bad. He’s upset by the fact that your own dad treats you that way, and allows his wife to treat you like that. What bothers him the most? Is how unbothered you are by it. How you seem so used to it, you don’t even care anymore. “You don’t deserve that, you know?” He mumbles. He reaches his hand across the center console, resting his hand on your bare thigh. His hand is warm against your cold skin, and for once in your life, you could give that stupid bitch a hug for doing what she did. She got you alone with John Price. The guy you’ve been crushing on since you were a kid. “I know, but it’s normal to me. You see why I haven’t showed up for any gatherings?” You smile. He nods his head. “Yeah, definitely. I had a lot of respect for your dad until tonight, can’t believe that.” He rolls his eyes. “Like your little attitude you threw, bet you’ve got more fire in you than that.” A giggle leaves your lips, and he smiles at it. “Oh yeah. She’s brought out the absolute worst in me.” You smile. He gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze, not missing the way that you slide down into the seat unintentionally. Your body was begging for his touch, wanting his his hand to creep up just a little bit higher.

John pulls into his driveway, quickly climbing out and making his way around the truck to your side. “Sorry, haven’t got the running boards for it yet. They’re on back order.” He explains. “That’s okay, I can jump.” You giggle. John helps you down from the seat, fingertips lingering a little longer than they should on your hips. John feels his phone vibrate in his hand, ignoring it as he leads you up to the front door. When you step inside, you smile. He’s got a very nice house. “Wow. It’s really pretty in here.” You smile. “Pretty?” He laughs. “Yeah, pretty. I like it.” He passes you a hoodie he’d been wearing earlier that morning. Assuming you had no other clothes to sleep in. You thank him, and he shows you to the bathroom so that you can change. He changes too, finishing before you. He sits down on his couch, finally taking a moment to look at his phone. It’s a message from your dad.

I don’t appreciate what you said about what happened today. Involving yourself in our business. What happens between my family is to stay within my family.

John thinks for a while about a reply. But eventually decides to just leave it alone and ignore him. He’s pissed off. You don’t deserve it. This was an entire new side of your dad that he’d never seen before. A side John didn’t like at all, it really made him want to re-evaluate his entire friendship. He no longer had the same respect for the man he did originally. The best thing about him was his daughter. You. John thinks for a minute. Running his fingers over his facial hair. You come back from the bathroom, wearing only his sweatshirt. As you pass by him, he stops you, grasping onto your knee and pulling you in front of him. “John…” you mumble. “What are you doing?” You mumble. “Just.. admiring you sweetheart.” He looks up at you, pulling you into him. Looking at you. You look down at him, biting your lip nervously. He grasps your thighs, tugging you further. You straddle his hips and his fingers slide up your bare thighs. Sliding slightly under the sweatshirt. He expects to feel panties, or your bathing suit, but his eyes widen when he feels nothing. He brings his hand between your legs. “I thought..” you pant, clutching onto his shoulder. “I thought you said you-“ he cuts you off when his fingertips touch your opening for the first time, the first time you’d ever been touched by a man. A gasp leaves your lips and you’re soaking wet. Coating his fingers when he’s barely even touched you. You like him more than he thought. “Yeah, maybe what your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He smirks. “You’re so wet for me sweetheart.” He rubs gentle circles over your clit, making you moan out, rocking your hips into his touch.

“John?” You mewl. He looks at you, a smile on his face. “Yeah?”

“Will you have sex with me?” You whimper. He swallows hard. “But you’re a virgin sweet girl.” You nod your head. “I know- but I’ve saved it for you.” You breathe out. “I only want you John. I want you to take it.” You rock your hips into his hand more, body shaking at the intensity of him touching you. Your skin is hot against him. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly. He bites his lip. He wraps his hands around your waist, lifting you up. He walks down the hallway to his bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot and laying you down on his bed. “I don’t have condoms or anything.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You breathe. “I want to feel all of you.” You breathe. Your desperation is turning him on. Nobody has ever shown him anything like this. John hasn’t been with a woman since he was in his mid twenties, and he gave up on relationships and women. Trashed the idea completely. But you.. you came into the picture. Pretty black bathing suit. Smooth skin, innocent eyes that helped conceal such a dirty little secret. So young and pretty, and you wanted him. You were desperate for him. Begging him to take your virginity even. John’s breathing is a little sporadic, he’s nervous too. It’s been so long. He doesn’t even really remember sex. You make him feel young again, and he’s a little worried he might ruin this.

He keeps touching you. Kissing and biting at your skin, running his fingers over your opening and eventually sliding them into your slick hole. Sliding them in and out of you, scissoring them until you’re squirming, begging him for more. The way you say his name. Caught somewhere between a moan and a mewl, it kicks his body into overdrive. His cock is rock hard, throbbing against his leg. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Nothing ever really got to John anymore. Not until now. “Do you think you’re ready for me, princess?” He smiles down at you. You’re completely naked now, tits on full display for him to tease. He’s been toying with them for a while, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. You’re soaked, body begging for him. You nod your head eagerly. He pumps his cock, using your wetness to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your entrance and you keep your legs spread for him. He watches you for any discomfort or any signs that you’re going to stop him, but you don’t. You hold your legs open, biting your lip. Excited that he’s going to take your virginity. Your pussy is wet enough, he doesn’t have to stretch you too much. You feel slight pinching as he inches deeper and deeper into you, but a moan leaves your lips when he bottoms out. Your hands jumping to clutch at his bed sheets. “Are you okay?” You nod your head. “Yes- yes!” You whimper. “I feel so full.” You whimper. Your eyes are watering slightly and it hurts more than you want to admit, he can tell. But you’re so excited to be having sex with him, those fantasies you’ve been having for so many years finally coming true, and they’re so much better than you ever thought they’d be. He rocks his hips back and fourth, hearing you cry out as he does. He smirks. Hoping you don’t notice how much he’s enjoying seeing you such a mess.

You’re crying after a few thrusts, tears streaming down your face at the overstimulation you feel. It only took you a few minutes to cum for the first time, his thumb moving back and fourth against your clit until you started crying, and he finally let go. Him giving your body what you had so desperately wanted, for so long. Your body gave into him right away, tightening around him and soaking his cock. He bites his lip, thrusting into you still. “So pretty..” he smirks. “That’s it.. cry for me sweet girl.” He bites his lip, thrusting a bit harder than he had before. Another sob leaves your lips, your body shaking. “I’m gonna cum again!” You cry. He leans down into you. “Look at me sweetheart.” He breathes. You look up at him. “Watch me when you cum.” You lazily nod your head, eyes watery. Your tears are shiny in the moonlight dipping through the curtains and his lower stomach is clenching up tight. Knot wound up in his stomach. A cry leaves your lips, your fingers gripping onto the sheets tightly as you cum again, this time, he groans out. Hips stuttering to a stop as he finishes inside of you. The feeling of you clenching down around him is too much. And he rests his head on your chest. You run your hands through his hair, something you had dreamt about doing for so long. He’s panting, coming down from his high. “Fuck.. did so good for me sweetheart.” He breathes. He collapses on top of you with a groan. Once he relaxes, he slides out of you with a gasp. He lays next to you, holding onto your hand. You’re panting hard. He stares up at the ceiling, in shock. He just took your virginity, his best friends daughter.

He took it, your virginity.

He blushes hard as he stares up, still in shock. No woman has shown John any attention in years, how lucky is he that a woman as pretty as you likes him? Let him touch you even. He sits up, getting up to clean himself up. He takes a deep breath, drinking the sight of you in. You look so pretty in his bed. When he finishes cleaning up, he cleans you up the best he can. He slides his hoodie onto you, trying not to wake you up. He lays down, pulling a blanket over the both of you, pulling you into him. Your hair smells amazing and he breathes out, feeling an ache in his chest. Just as he’s about to fall asleep, he wonders. What happens if he falls in love with you?

The next morning, you wake up to his side of the bed being empty. You sit up, groaning as the muscles in your legs and lower stomach burn. He really did a number on you last night. You rub your eyes tiredly, taking a deep breath. Your cheeks are burning, the thoughts from last night running through your head. You’re going to have to face him again, see him. The man who took your virginity. The man who you’ve had feelings for forever, that you could no longer hide. Just as you’re about to stand up, John walks in. He’s holding a glass of water. “Here.” He smiles, passing it to you. He holds his other hand out, he’s holding something. You open your hand and he places medicine in it. “I know you’re probably sore, baby.” He runs his hand up your thigh. You take the medicine, drinking some of the water. When you’re finished, he takes it from your hand and sets it down. “There’s coffee in the kitchen too. I made it.” You smile. You go to stand up, but your knees buckle underneath you. He catches you before you topple to the ground, a gasp leaving your lips. You can feel his warmth from the night before spilling out of you.

“What? Are you okay?” He asks. “I.. yeah. Just..” you look down. He swallows hard when he sees it. “I tried to clean you up the best I could…” he mumbles. “Fuck that’s so hot baby.. I need to walk away.” He laughs. You look up at him, seeing he’s turned his head. “You don’t have to..” you mumble. He looks at you, eyebrows raised. “You.. want me to fuck you again?” He blushes, trying to hide it. You cover your face with the sleeve of his hoodie, blushing. He smiles, reaching forward and pulling it away from you face. “All you had to do was ask baby.” He smiles, reaching for the buckle on his belt. He’s already dressed. You’re blushing hard, avoiding eye contact. He chuckles at you. “Blush for me princess, makes you so cute.” He leans down, his nose nudging against yours. He grasps your thighs and slides you to the edge of the bed, pushing his jeans down his legs enough to where he can get closer to you. When he slides in, you gasp. It feels much more intense than the night before. He tilts his head back, swallowing hard. His adams apple bobs and you blush even harder, moaning as he rocks his hips into yours. You’re still covering your face with the sleeve and he grasps both of your hands, leaning over you to pin them above your head. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me..” he moans. “You’re so fucking pretty baby, such a pretty girl.” He gasps. Hips rocking into yours. He’s trying not to be too rough, he knows you’re sore. Your hair sprawled out on his bed, it’s something he wants to see forever. He knows you’re young and as selfish as it’d be of him. He needs to make you his. No matter what it takes.

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The cup of coffee in your hand is heavenly, he was a master at making coffee. The seat in his truck is warming up, and you’re comfortable as he drives to your dads house. When he pulls up, you look confused. “Where is my car?” You ask. John shrugs. “Don’t know. That’s weird.” Your growl. Opening the door to his truck. “That fucking bitch.” You mumble. John grasps hold of the column shifter, throws his truck in park and gets out, following after you to the front door. He holds back a smirk when he sees you walking with a slight limp, legs still shaky. So bold yet so weak for him. You knock on the door and tilt one of your hips out, resting your hand on it. He likes it. Angry mom behavior.

Your dad and Step-mom answer the door, giving you a surprised look. “Hey Y/N.” Your dad smiles. “Where is my car?” You ask. He looks at your step-mom. “I thought you said she came and got it earlier?” He asks. She pouts. “I’m sorry, it was in my way so I had it towed.” He laughs. “Oh that’s okay sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll understand.” You’re fuming and John can see it. “No, it’s not fucking okay. Are you kidding me?” You’re seething. “Watch your mouth young lady.” Your dad warns. “Or else what? Huh? What the fuck do you have in mind exactly? Kick me out? Say I’m not welcome? Pick your stupid whore of a wife over me? Oh wait.” You roll your eyes. “You’re paying for these goddamn fees.” You point a finger at her. “Hey, Y/N. It’s okay. I can give you a ride home for now.” John reaches out to grasp your arm. “John..” you groan. “It’s not your responsibility.” You mumble. “It’s my fault for trusting my car over night with a lying, cheating, skank, whore roaming around.” You growl, taking a step toward her. John steps forward, pulling you back. “Come on, I’ll take you home Y/N.” John tries to tug you away but you don’t budge. “She’s a big girl John. Let her fight her own battles.” Your dad looks at him. John crosses his arms, looking unimpressed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t let her fight this one. She looks like she’s about to tear your wife’s face off.” John looks at him. “This is none of your business.”

“Y/N is my business now.”

Your dad looks at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks. John can see the little devil in your eyes. “You let your daughter go home with a man twice her age, what do you think that means, hm?” You smirk. His eyes move back and fourth between you and John. He shakes his head. “John wouldn’t do that. He respects me too much.”

“No, I don’t respect you at all after last night and today. You treat your own daughter like shit.”

Your dad looks at him. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean that you’d..” the smirk on your lips. The hint of mischief in John’s eyes. “You slept with my daughter?” Your dad is fuming. John swipes his hand off on his jeans. “Yeah. I fucked her. Took her virginity actually. Made her cum all over my cock. And you know what my favorite thing is actually?” He pauses. “When I fuck her again, tonight. I’m gonna make her call me daddy too.” Your dad is still fuming. “You mother-“ your step mom stops him. “It’s okay, just forget about her.” She mumbles. “Cmon John.” You grasp his arm, finally pulling him away. You both get into his truck.

John drives for a minute, pulling off of the road onto a back road, where nobody can see anything. You’re silent for the whole ride, and after he parks, you finally take a deep breath. “Holy fuck I can’t believe that.” You say, eyes wide. “Yeah I know.. I took it too far I shouldn’t have said that.” He sighs. “Are you serious?” You look at him. A laugh leaving your lips. “We finally put them in their place.” You laugh. “What you said? Was so fucking hot.” You say, still in shock. John laughs. You look at him, moving over the center console to straddle his hips, smashing your lips to his. He grasps your hips. You rock your hips into his, desperate for his cock again. He shoves his foot into the metal pedal, his seat sliding all of the way back with a cranking noise. He’s kissing you back with just as much force as you’re kissing him with, his hand grasping on your shirt and squeezing you into him as tight as he can. You have your hands wrapped around his neck, and he pushes your shorts down your legs, the ones you had on the day before. He unzips his jeans, pulling his cock through the hole. You hover over him, sinking down onto him with a moan. His mouth muffles it. When you pull away, rocking your hips into him, he relaxes. Letting the pleasure take over. “Oh fuck yeah baby-“ he gasps. You’re bouncing your hips into him faster, leaning in to kiss him as hard as you did before. He���s moaning into your lips, thinking about how dirty this is. However he got himself in this situation, he’s happy. You make him feel young again, so fucking crazy. You pull away, resting your forehead against his. Panting hard as you keep a steady pace. You moan out. Tilting your head back. “Fuck-“ he reaches down, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “Say it.” He mumbles. “Hm?” You ask. “Say it.” He pants. His hand connects with your bare ass in a harsh slap. “Say what I want you to say baby..” he smirks. You blush hard, “Daddy…” you pant. He bites his lip. Tilting his head into the seat behind him. “Fuuuck.. that’s so fucking hot princess.” He groans. You lean into him again. And he looks at you. “Fuck.. I love you.” He breathes. Chest heaving. His eyes widen after he says it, he doesn’t mean to. You kiss him again, steadily rocking your hips into him.

He’s right at his peak, and he knows you are too. “I love you too.” You say it when you pull away and the sparks that shoot through him, it’s too much. He’s right there, so close. He starts to lift his hips up into you, groaning out. “Oh fuck- Daddy!” You cry out. “Yes baby, I know you’re so close. Cum for me.” He breathes. “Cum on my dick again baby-“ he’s breathing so hard, it feels so good. He feels like he’s about to pass out. “Daddy- yes! So close. So so close.” He tears a cry from your throat as you reach your high, eyes shutting tightly and he moans out, jumping back as your pussy milks his cock of everything he has to give you. Flinching as you rock your hips into him once for good measure. You rest your head on his chest, and he runs a soothing hand over your back. The both of you still breathing so hard.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Hey, look at me.” He mumbles. You lift your head, eyes drowsy. “Do you mean it?” He asks. “What?” You ask. “Do you love me?”

You blush, looking down. “John.. I’ve been in love with you. For years.” You mumble. “You’re sure it’s no crush?” He asks. “No, it’s no crush. I’m in love with you, John. Have been.” You mumble. He pushes your hair behind your ear. “I love you too. And I can take care of you baby. You can come live with me, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.” He breathes. You smile. “John, I can’t leach off of you like that. It’s no fair.” He rolls his eyes, lifting his hips to adjust himself, earning a gasp from you. “Leach? No. I want to take care of you baby. You’re a princess, you deserve nice things. You deserve to be treated with respect. Let me take care of you. Help you get through school.” He smiles. You blush, kissing him again. “I’ll help you get your car back, we can start moving your things this weekend. I want you. Forever. And I’ll never ever let anyone come between you and I. Not ever. I’ll never treat you the way everyone else does.” He holds your head against his. “Promise?” You raise your pinky up and he takes it with a smile. “I promise. Now Cmon.” You smile. “Okay, Daddy.” You smirk. He swats your ass playfully making you jump into him. “Ah!” You giggle, sliding off of him. He groans out as you do. You slide your shorts back on, climbing off of him and back into his passenger seat.

How you went from a shitty family barbecue to this? You’ll never understand.

[rosie-rosem]

HIII CAN YOU DO MAYBE A DAD HER FIC WHERE HIS DAUGHTER LOOSES HER FIRST TOOTH OR HIM AND READER ARE PREGNANT AND THE BABY IS A BOY AMD MAYBE THEIR DAUGHTER GEYS JEALOUS

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❥ pairing: husband!dad!heeseung x pregnant!wife!mom!reader

❥ genre: married!au, parents!au, silly & fluff

❥ summary: your daughter, who was excited to have a sibling until the gender was found out. a baby boy, a new member of the family. although she was excited, would her parents forget about her once her brother is born?

❥ warnings: mentions of petnames (love, sweetheart, lovebug & baby), crying, jealousy, grammatical errors, not proofread, lowercase, lmk if i missed something!!

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WC: 1.2k

A/N: I hope this is what you were expecting, i love doing dad hee fics, so i was excited to come up with this one! maybe i’ll do the tooth one in the future, but this idea sounded so cute so tysm anon <3 (note: daughter is around age 4-5)

“daddy, when will my brother be here?” your daughter asked heeseung. “not for a while love, but it’ll go by super quick, don’t worry” he pinched her cheek “does the bump hurt mommy?” she questions, heeseung chuckles in return “no, mommy isn’t in any pain right now” he reassures her, rubbing her head. “it’s time to got to bed now, okay?” heeseung pulls her blanket up. “okay..” she pouts. “night lovebug” he kisses her head. “night daddy.”

“she’s really curious about him” heeseung walks over to you after leaving ji-su’s room. “Do you think she’s happy with it?” you ask, biting your inner lip. “with what?” he questions, sitting next to you. “with having a sibling, being a sister.” you turn your head to him, waiting for an answer anxiously. he runs his hand through your hair, “it’ll take a while, but she will be” he smiles. “i’m just scared” you laugh, embarrassed “of?” heeseung asks. “of having a boy” you chuckle, heeseung chuckles in return. “your an amazing mom, love, no matter the gender.” he says, making you smile. “thank you. and you’re a pretty great dad.” you say. “i learned from the best” he answers, mentioning his dad. you smile.

“mommy?” ji-su calls out, rubbing her tired eyes. “in here ji!” you call back from another room, ji-su quickly follows the sound into the nursery. “mom.” you hum in return “hi baby” you pick up ji-su, giving her a hug. “did you sleep okay?” you ask, she nods. “morning” heeseung walks in, joining the hug before giving you both a kiss on the forehead. “the rest of the furniture came this morning, so we can set it up if you’d like.” heeseung says. “oh yeah, let’s do that.” you smile. “what’s all this stuff?” ji-su asks about the box filled room. “it’s the things for your brothers room.” heeseung replies. “oh ok” she says.

“go eat your breakfast in the kitchen ji” you say, setting her back on the ground. “okay mommy” she runs to go eat her food. you chuckle at how she speeds out of the room.

later that day, you and heeseung were talking about the baby when ji-su comes in. “i’m bored” she pouts, you both laugh at the girl. “how? you have every toy know to man” heeseung puts her on his lap. “i love my toys, but i’m still bored.” she says. “do you want to help daddy and i come up with possibly names for your brother?” you ask, her eyes light up. “yes!” she bounces in excitement. “any suggestions?” heeseung asks the girl. “hmm…ji-su!” she says. you laugh “that’s your name, silly.” you reply. “i know, but i’m okay with sharing.” she smiles, you look at heeseung. “speaking of sharing…” heesung starts, “ji-su, when your brother is born, you will have to start sharing a lot with him.” he says, facing her towards him. “like what” she asks “like your toys, food, me and mommy.” he says. “you and mommy?” she questions.

“mommy and I will be very busy with your brother when he’s born because he needs extra attention, so it means we might not always be able to play or give you all our time once he’s here.” he explains. “why does he need all your time?” she asks, pouting. “he’s a baby, he’s gonna need a lot of our time in the beginning because he won’t be able to do much that young.” you try to explain more, she frowns. “so you won’t play with me?” she asks. “no that’s not it sweetheart, we just might not be able to as often when that time comes.” heeseung says, reassuring her, she continues to frown.

“i don’t want to share you and mommy” she says, you sigh, looking up to heeseung. “baby, i know it’s gonna be hard, but your gonna have to, because your baby brother will also need us.” heeseung says, patting her back.

“no!” she says, hopping off heeseungs’ lap, “you’re going to forget about me once he’s here.” her eyes get teary. “ji-su, we won’t forget you, love.” you say. “yes you will!” she says before running off to her room. you sigh, watching her leave. you look to heeseung, who was also sighing at the interaction. “i knew this would happen” you say, getting emotional. heeseung pulls you into a hug, “she just needs time, babe.” heeseung says, comforting you. “i just don’t want her to resent him” you say, putting your hand on your bump, while tearing up.

“hey, look at me” heeseung cups your cheeks, turning your head towards him, once you face him, he says, “she won’t, once he’s here she’ll forget all about this because she will be an older sister, and she’ll be helping us out with him, because she will love him.” he says, wiping your tears. you calm down a bit after hearing that, “okay? everything will be fine.” he says, hugging you, you let out a relaxed sigh. “you’re right.” you says, looking at him, “you always are.” you giggle, he smiles back, “we will learn these things together, okay?” he says, “yeah.” you nod. “now let’s go talk to her.” he helps you up.

“ji-su?” you open her door, calling out. “go away” she sniffles. you both walk in quietly before going to sit on her bed. “ji-su, listen, when your brother is born, we are gonna give him a lot of our attention, but that doesn’t mean we’ll forget about you, you are just as important to us as he will be.” you say, rubbing her head. “and you will get to help us with him once he’s a bit older, you won’t be forgotten baby.” heeseung says, she faces you both. “i just want some of your time too.” she’s sniffles again. “you have all of our time right now, and when the time comes and your brother is born, yes, it’ll be different but mom and i aren’t always gonna be with him at the same time which means one of us will give you time.” heeseung tells the girl.

“really?” shes asks, wiping her nose on her sleeve, you both nod in return. “we don’t want you to worry about this right now, we just wanted to let you know that you’ll have to share your time with us with your baby brother.” you say, giving her a soft smile. “okay, i believe you.” she pouts, making heeseung chuckle

“good, now let’s go” you say, “go where?” she asks. “to the couch, dad and i are going to watch movies with you today.” you smile at her, she jumps out of bed. “yay!!” she screams. “you better go fast before i beat you there” heeseung says to the girl, making her bolt out of the room, you both laugh in return, following slowly behind her.

while in the middle of the movie she wanted to watch say says “jaeyun” you both look at her in confusion “hm?” you hum. “his name” she says, pointing at the t.v. “jaeyun” heeseung repeated the name before looking at you, “jaeyun..” you smile, looking at the little girl then back at your husband.

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© rosie-rosem

[yeollie-plz]

Watch It Spark | LTF Part: 2

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy's a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, (un)protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing, light breeding kink mention, cockwarming?

All gif credits to owners!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I don't wanna make excuses but on top of being super busy, I also had severe writer's block. But! Here she is! Just in time for Pedro's birthday!!!

"Shit." Joel's voice sounded out behind you.

Turning, incredulously to him, "Shit? That's all you have to say?" Not even sure what to say yourself.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't know what else to say. I think shit actually might be the perfect sentiment in this situation." There's a bit of playfulness laced in his voice as he crosses the room to you. But the fun drops as he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hands while rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs in a comforting gesture.

"Are you okay?"

Not sure what else to do, you nod.

"I mean it was inevitable, I just didn't think she would find out like this. Thought maybe I'd be able to ease her into it...maybe...I don't know."

Joel nods as you speak, “You’ll figure it out and she’ll come around, I’m sure. Whatever happens though, I’m right here.”

When you don’t say anything, Joel uses two fingers lift up your chin so your eyes now meet his. You see the certainty in them and he repeats, “I’m right here.”

With the mood ruined, Joel returned home to let you mull over your plan. It felt weird. How do you explain to your mother that you are currently dating her crush? Not something you had on your bingo card that's for sure.

That night you paced back and forth in your room until about 11 o'clock when you decided you just couldn't take the turmoil anymore. Your mom hadn't returned home. So instead of continuing to sit in your torment, you forced yourself to go to bed.

And when you awoke in the morning, there still was no sign of her. Sighing as you closed the door of her bedroom, you dragged yourself down to the kitchen. Your one last hope was that you could put together some grand breakfast for her and it would somehow lure her home. I mean she had to come home eventually anyway, right? She might as well come home to a yummy breakfast.

So there you were sitting alone at the table with a plethora of food laid out in front of you. Not wanting to eat without her, you sat there waiting. Now, almost an hour later, the food turned cold and the house was still empty. Sighing, you pushed yourself out of your chair, made a quick plate and popped it in the microwave to heat up.

As the time ticked down, you leaned against the counter watching it spin like it would make it go faster. The microwaved beeped to signal its end and that's when the front door swung open.

Abandoning the food once again, you rushed into the living room. Your mom's eyes locked onto you immediately as you crashed into the room. Her body visibly tensed up as she sighed at your presence.

"I-I made you breakfast." You rushed out before she could leave or you lost your nerve.

"Breakfast?" Venom dripped from her voice as she repeated your words.

Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped, trying to think of what to say. That's when she sighed again and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge as she tilted her head to the side.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad, but I'm also not happy-"

"-I know you liked him, it's just-" You cut her off, your words coming out quick, laced with your nerves. She held up her hand, to cut you off back.

"Let me talk, because honestly I don't want to hear anything from you right now." Another sigh, this time like she was preparing to give a speech, she was. "You got so hurt last time and with your father and I, I'm just scared for you. Sure, I liked Joel but it was never more than an infatuation. I'm not mad because he was never mine to get mad over. You know the night him and Linda dropped me off?"

You nodded in conformation, she continued, "I actually tried to kiss him that night." She laughs at her own stupidity. "He dodged it, playing it off like nothing happened. I'm sure he just didn't want to embarrass me by blatantly telling me he was in a-" A pause as she looks you up and down, tongue running across her front teeth. "-relationship."

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you listened to her speak. How could she be taking this so well? You were way too used to young people drama. People like your mom and Joel knew how to communicate their feelings. Honestly, it was relieving.

"Kind of weird to admit I almost kissed my daughter's boyfriend." Your mom says with anguish. Her face scrunching up in disgust as if she didn't find him attractive just days before.

She lets herself relish in this thought for a second, before continuing again, "I just hope you are keeping yourself safe. I know I already gave you the responsible talk but this is different. I just don't want to see you hurt like the last time."

You took a second to process her words. She didn't care who you were with, she just cared that you didn't go through what you did before. It warmed your heart and relieved a lot of the pent up stress.

"Mom, this time is different. Joel he, uh, he told me himself. I actually told him what happened." Your mom knew this was big for you to tell someone about the whole cheating thing and when you told her that, she visibly relaxed.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way over to her. She held your cheek in her head. You relaxed into the touch, closing you eyes in relief.

"You're happy with him, I can tell. So like I said I'm not mad. A little sad I missed my chance but there will always be someone else. He's good for you, I'm sure of it."

You smiled at her and leaned in to peck your forehead before wrapping you into her arms and holding you tightly. Her body heat radiating you with all the love only a mother had for her child. She pulled away a bit later, holding you at arms length.

"Although, the age difference is a bit much. That one took me a minute to get over." Laughs laced her voice as she spoke.

"I know, took me a bit to accept the initial attraction too but he's just so..." Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. She only smiled to this and nodded.

"I understand, that's how I felt about your father when I met him too." A sad smile now formed as she looked down and you knew she was thinking about how it had turned out for her and him. Now it was your turn to comfort her as you rubbed your hands down her arms.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and sucked back the tears that were pricking her eyes. "Okay! Now, tell me everything. How you guys met! The first date! I want to hear everything."

Letting her drag you to the couch while laughing uncontrollably at her excitement. The rest of the day the two of you could not stop talking as you told her everything.

After hours of chatting, your mom finally called it a night. All but pushing you out the door to go see Joel. Mumbling something about how he must be on the edge of his seat. You giggled at her antics, it was almost unbelievable how quickly she had gotten over it and was now your number one supporter.

So now you found yourself knocking at Joel's door. When he opened it there was a small look of shock on his face.

"Wasn't expecting you to be over so soon, sugar." He said as he pulled you into a quick hug. Breathing in his scent for a second, you sighed, content.

"It went better than expected." Your words were muffled by his chest since you refused to release yourself from his grasp. Not like Joel was complaining.

"Good, I'm glad." He spoke into your hair before placing a soft kiss there. A second more of holding you before Joel is pushing you out to arms length. He searches your face for a second before bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, like he is learning the feel of them for the first time. It makes you putty in his hands. The stress that somehow was still all pent up inside of you, now finally melting away.

You felt safe. You felt loved. Joel was home for you and in that moment you knew that this was real. Joel was real.

And that night as you settled into his bed and into his arms everything in your past seemed to fade away. It was only you and him.

Smiling into his chest, you fell into a deep slumber.

The morning sun shining through the curtains of Joel's room woke you up. Reaching to the other side of the bed, you find nothing but cold sheets. Confusion washes for you for only a second in your half-awake state, until you hear the steady beat of shower water coming from the connected bathroom.

You take a second to lay in the silence, just listening to the drops of the water. Before an idea pops into your head and you are smirking to yourself.

Pushing off of the bed, you make your way into the bathroom, shredding off pieces of clothes as you go. Joel seems unaware of your presence so you are careful not to scare him too bad as you slide the shower curtain down the rod just enough for you to slip in.

He only jumps a bit as your arms wrap around him. Turning in them to face you.

"Hello." He says to you when his eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper back, pulling him in closer to you, your head now resting on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle while rubbing your back in soothing circles.

To ensure you don't fall, you shift slightly on the wet surface. This causes Joel to let out a soft grunt, his now hardening member brushing against your thigh. It causes you to smirk and pull away, looking up at him.

"I barely hugged you and you're already this excited?" You question.

Something between a chuckle and a grunt passes through his lips, "Not my fault that you came in here all naked. It's human nature, baby." A pause while he drops his head down so his lips can brush your ear, "Remember when I said I wasn't as old as I seemed."

He nips your earlobe after speaking, an action that sends a rush down your spine. Heartbeat speeding up as he continues to breath right next to your sensitive skin, goosebumps popping up despite the warmth of the shower water.

He trails kisses down from your ear, across your chest, and up your neck. One kiss to your jaw, one to each cheek, one to your forehead, before pecking your lips. Pulling away way too soon for your liking as you try and chase his lips with your own.

Now Joel is smirking seeing how desperate you already are for him after making fun of him only moments before. Yet he decides that neither of you really need the teasing so early in the morning so his reserve goes out the window and he's connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than usual, the intensity not fully there since both of you only just woke up. It is slow, yet passionate. Your lips meet like they were meant for each other. Tongues only barely fighting each other as neither of you really wanted to take dominance of the situation.

And as Joel's fingers slowly make there way down the middle of your stomach, finding your sensitive bud soon after, yours are wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer to you. You gasp as his fingers move your clit in slow methodical circles. The feeling makes your legs weak, but you quickly recover when you remember where you are and how easily you could fall.

The thought almost makes you laugh but that is also quickly forgotten when the finger that was just working your clit, makes its way into your folds, testing your entrance. It seems like Joel contemplates if you are ready for a second so you keen towards him a bit to egg him on. That's when his finger finally enters you, working its way in and out of you in time with his lips on yours.

Your hands now find their way in between his legs. You try to stroke his dick in the same pace as his fingers in you, but your brain has become a bit foggy. This only gets worse when Joel begins quirking his fingers inside of you in an attempt to find that particular spot inside of you.

"Come on baby, you know you want to give in." He says into your lips. The words come out almost desperate and the gruff nature of his voice has you melting. If you were an ice cube you would be down the drain already.

"I just want you inside of me. It's too early for all your teasing." Your words are now the ones that are desperate, as you fully grip his cock and stroke it quickly trying to urge him closer to wanting to fuck you.

He laughs at your actions and pushes your hands off of him, fingers also retreating from their still steady pace inside of you. Grabbing your hips with such careful hands, so careful that you almost question if this is the same man. Usually so rough with you that you are sure that even his callouses could leave marks.

Flipping you around he bends you at the hips and pushes you towards the wall, careful not to let the two of you fall. Your hands make contact with the cold tile and if you weren't so gone you would've pulled them away instinctually.

That's when he leans over you and whispers into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, but the way I want to. Nice and slow. One sound and I stop, understood?"

You open your mouth to answer, but snap it closed and nod instead.

"Good girl." Joel kisses the bit of jaw he can reach before he is standing back up straight.

One hand finds your waist and pulls you back into him. Your hands almost slip from the wet tile that is holding you up, but you recover. Just in time for the tip of his dick to tease your entrance.

Joel gathers the your wetness and strokes it down his member, covering it in preparation to enter you. When he is satisfied with his job he pushes his tip past your folds. Very slowly he enters you. And after what feels like an eternity he bottoms out inside of you.

The feeling has you gulping down a gasp that is threatening to leave your lips. Sure Joel has fucked you pretty much every which way, but there is something about right now that you are finding it so much harder to follow instructions. You just want to let him know how good he makes you feel.

And before you can fully let this thought circulate, Joel is pulling out of you painstakingly slow. The type of slow that almost hurts but also fills you with so much pleasure that you could forget your own name.

This is how he continues, this slow, painful pace. In and out of you. All the way from tip to base, each action feels like it could be a full minute of white hot pleasure. Joel holds your orgasm over your head like a pig with a carrot on a stick. Kept on a tight leash, with your lips also kept shut tight.

You're not sure how he is holding himself back at this point but, obviously, you don't question it. too scared of what would happen if you let anything escape your lips.

One particularly harsh thrust has his hips snapping into yours and involuntarily you are pushing your back into his, trying to get him even closer. Like that was possible.

This has him tutting at you and gripping your hips a bit rougher, "Like the way my dick fills you up baby?"

You want to answer, you really do but you just bite your lip instead. He seems to notice you holding back and laughs lightly at you.

Pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him. He pecks your forehead before lifting one leg around his hip. You almost lose your balance as he pushes you back into the wall, so you have at least a little bit of support.

"Let me give you what you really want." Joel says as he enters you once again. "Wanna see the look on your face as you cum on my dick, pretty girl."

Now he's pistoning you onto his dick, letting you feel as much of his length as he can with how tightly your leg is wrapped around him. Its like your body wants to keep him permanently inside of you, not like your brain disagrees though.

Just like that, a few thrusts later and you are getting closer to your orgasm. Your body giving in so easily and it's heightened state. You never knew how malleable morning sex would make you.

And as your vision is beginning to be clouded by stars and your stomach is tightening, a whimper escapes your lips before you can catch it. Joel's hips stop abruptly and so does your orgasm.

Your eyes snap open to meet his. They just stare back blankly, almost no emotion because you know what you did. You want to plead with him, maybe complain that you were close but you don't. Silence watches over you.

Joel sits there staring at you, member half inside of you. Your pussy clenches onto it, as if trying to urge him into giving in. But it isn't until you are dropping your eyes from his that he's leaning forward and capturing your lips in his own. He kisses you for a moment, slow and steady, still just warming his cock inside of you.

"I know you were close baby, but you knew the rules." He says in a way that it almost sounds like an apology. But that is long forgotten as he snaps his hip forward into you and hits your g spot in one perfect thrust.

The urge to moan again is intense that you are biting down on your lip. For a second you question if you would draw blood, but decide the pleasure is way important right now. As your head tosses back meeting the cool tile.

With how close your orgasm was before it isn't long before you are reaching your peak once again. Your stomach clenches again and vision blurs. Although this time you are conscious of the sounds you would normally make and hold them back. As the wave crashes over you and you are spasming into Joel's body.

Joel's strong arms hold you up as your legs go weak under you, the wet floor making it all too easy for you to just go down. The leg around his hips also loosens but he grips that thigh holding it there as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him getting him dangerously close to his own peak. His teeth find your neck in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, not wanting to cum into you without a condom (or permission).

"Baby-" He grunts out, pain laced in his voice. You catch the tone immediately and try to find you feet. Although it takes you a second, in that second he is pulling out of you and stroking his dick in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

Without a second thought you are dropping to your knees and swatting his hands away replacing them with your own. The minute your mouth meets the tip of his member, he is shooting his load into your waiting cavern. Swallowing it all down as you stroke him slowly, working him through his high.

Joel's hands grip your hair as he comes down from his high. When he has come back down to earth, his fingers loosen and instead he is stroking your head in a comforting gesture.

Giving him another second to recover before you stand up to attach his lips to your own. Now he is melting into your touch as he tastes himself on your lips.

"I love you." This has you pausing and stepping back. You are sure you didn't hear him right. Seeing the look on your face a playful smile graces his own.

"Y/N I love you." Joel repeats.

"I-I love you too." You want to jump into his arms, but obviously you don't want to break your leg...or his.

"Why did you have to tell here?" Now you are hitting his chest, leaving the hand there, just needing to feel him. He laughs at your antics, but let's you continue, knowing you well enough to know you aren't done yet.

"I'm all wet and I just woke up. I have sex brain. Uh!" Another hit, this one has him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him carefully.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." Joel says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your pouting lips.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." You mock him which has him laughing again. Another kiss is placed on your lips, this one continues a bit longer as if he is savoring the feeling of yours on his.

The blush is evident on your cheeks but you aren't giving up, "Just finish up in here, I'm going back to bed." A huff and you are leaving the shower. Joel's laugh echoes behind you.

When you told Joel to finish up, you didn't think he would take this long. At this rate you should've just stayed in there and washed yourself too. Instead you have dried yourself off already and are sat crisscross on Joel's bed. His shirt adorning your body and a towel wrapped around your still damp hair.

You have a book resting on your legs as you read in silence. Hearing the water turn off in the bathroom, you smile down at your book knowing Joel will be out soon.

Just as the sink faucet is switched on, the front door opens and a familiar voice sounds out through the house. The bathroom door is all but slammed open at the booming voice. Joel stands there towel around his waist, toothbrush between his lips. A bit of toothpaste is threatening to spill out of the corner of his mouth and you bite back a smile.

"Tommy." Joel says, the words a bit muffled by the brush and paste in his mouth.

Your eyes widen. No you weren't scared to meet his brother, I mean you have technically met him before. It was just you wanted to make a semi good impression and well here you were in only your underwear.

But before you can make any change to that Tommy's footsteps are thudding down the hallway and the door to Joel's bedroom is swinging open, with not so much as a knock.

"Joel!" Tommy calls out just as his eyes drop to yours. You are quickly pushing your legs straight under the covers in any attempt to cover yourself.

Tommy's jaw drops, "You!" Your eyes stay open wide not sure what is going to come out of his mouth next. Joel stays stuck in the doorway, not sure what to do either.

Then Tommy laughs, like a whole belly laugh. Loud, resounding. He doubles over holding his stomach. That's how funny he finds this whole situation.

It's almost a minute before he is recovering from his fit, wiping the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. Both you and Joel are still stood there in shock. Watching his brother with semi-concerned eyes.

"The girl from the bar!" Tommy points to you, then to Joel. "And you! You old dog. Joel's still got it, huh?" He nods as if he's just discovered something.

Another chuckle and he's looking back at you, "Damn."

"Tommy..." Joel tests the waters, still not fully sure what to say to him.

"This is, just wow!" Then Tommy does something that is even more astounding. He slow claps. Actually slow claps like he's in some movie.

He does this for a second or two before looking between you and Joel, nodding slowly. You clear your throat, trying to attempt anything to clear the awkward air of the situation.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." A tight smile comes with your words. Hand leaving its grip on your book to give a small wave to the man.

He's still nodding, "Tommy-" He weighs his words. "I'm gonna go." And with that he is turning on his heel.

Yelling a quick, "Good job big bro!", before the front door is closed behind him.

As soon as the lock is clicking, you and Joel turn to each other. Still in shock, before you are giggling.

"Well, were two for two on family first meetings. Got any other family members I could awkwardly meet?"

Joel smiles at you before he is retreating to bathroom to spit out his long forgotten toothpaste. Returning to the room , he crawls across the foot of the bed towards you, like a lion stalking his prey.

"No, but honestly that's the best it could've gone with Tommy so don't feel bad." A kiss to your lips.

"I don't feel bad, I feel embarrassed." You say as you trace a finger down his jaw. He melts into your touch.

"I mean look at me!" You gesture to your lack luster clothing... or lack of clothing.

Lust flashes behind his eyes, "I think you look sexy." You almost hit him again but hold back.

"Of course you do, I'm wearing your shirt."

Joel considers your words for a second, "Is that what it is? Sure it isn't how I'm still thinking about how badly I wanted to fill you with my cum earlier?"

Your jaw drops, actually drops at his words. But two can play at this game.

"So why didn't you?" Hands play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine.

"You," A poke to your nose, "were in no mindset to give me permission, pretty girl. Not to mention, you were keeping those pretty lips shut." As he mentions your lips, he glances down at them. You readjust your body so your tits brush his chest. Nipples hardening at the sensation.

"Now I'm thinking about how much I missed out." You try, wanting to get one response in particular from Joel.

"Well, what my baby wants, she gets." Joel says matter-of-factly. Grabbing your hips and pulling you to lay down beneath him. You feel his hardening member brush your thigh.

"Mr. Miller, already so hard again?" You question the sound of fake astonishment in your voice.

"Shut up and let the whole neighborhood hear how good I make you feel. Gonna get you so full of my cum, sugar."

Needless to say, neither you nor Joel left the bed that day.

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[ventiij]

Hello I have a request that came to my mind. What about the sumeru boys reacting to yn staring at them as the work out. (Are any genshin characters if you like) I wanted to write this but unfortunately I have zero writing skills so if you did it would be great :D

I’ll write this with the characters in my list, yesyes

love this request 😈

watching the sumeru boys work out 

(romantic, separate)

Cyno x reader; Scara x reader (implied that y/n is part of the Adventurers’ Guild); Tighnari x reader

Cyno

-seeing Cyno work out isn’t that rare, it is part of his job after all.

-ngl, he might even invite you to admire his super skills; let’s just say he doesn’t mind your presence. 

-so make it spear training or just running, lifting weights and all that stuff, you’re always welcome to watch! he’s happy with your presence in general. 

-let’s say he’s doing push-ups: normally, he would do them the classic way, but if you’re there, he might as well use one hand… hell, he might even try with just one finger (he fails)

-“you’re so resistant, you’ve been doing push-ups for the past… uhh..?” “push-ups? love, please, I’m just lifting Teyvat up and down.” pls ignore this ndkwnaml

-when he’s taking a break, he tries to look hot while drinking too

-no but like fr, if you’re just chilling in a corner, sat on a chair, bro will come to you running slowly while breathing heavily, he’ll grab the water bottle and try to make some of it drip all the way down to his abs to then take deep breaths while looking at you. he’ll wipe the liquid off his face and then lean in to steal a kiss, using his hands to cup your face. 

-he drinks really often when you’re around 🤷‍♀️

-he also makes sure to keep close to you

-“what did you think of that?” asks for your opinion after any exercise he does, expecially the hard ones or the cool ones. 

-shows you some tricks he learned after a lot of practice (pls act super surprised, he’ll feel proud of himself)

Scaramouche

-you have to be sneaky for this one

-scenario: after finishing your dailies,  you claim the extra rewards, walk around the Sumeru city for a bit when suddenly you hear Scara’s voice (aka his whimpers) and that��surely catches your attention, so you decide to peek through a big plant at the entrance of the building you heard it from and see the beautiful sight of your boyfriend lifting weights that might be twice as him. 

-you stare for some time and woah, how does he do that? he looked so small and tiny but now? whole new impression, so there you are, sticking your head between some leaves while looking at shirtless Scara who’s turned the other way.

-well, you do it ‘till you can

-“hey, you! what are you doing?!” a random man yells at you, turns out he thought you were vandalizing the plants and as you both apologize to each other for the misunderstanding, your s/o is already looking your way, chuckling and grabbing his shirt as he walks up to you. 

-“something caught your eye?” he teases you as you’re obviously flustered he found out what you were doing. “how long have you been enjoying the show for?” he smirks, waiting for an anwser. “I was just passing by, when suddenly… oh look, someone’s calling for you inside” he doesn’t turn around after you say that “no, nobody is. now anwser” 

-well good luck getting out of that

-he keeps teasing you for the next 2/3 days but he actually thinks it’s cute how you like him in every shape and form (mutual feeling but he’ll never admit it)

-honestly though, he loves it when you watch him working out, he feels important so he shows off as much as possible, if you praise him he’ll be even happier and you’ll boost his confidence 

Tighnari

-doesn’t work out really often because of work, but when he can, he doesn’t expect anyone to want to spectate

-he’s running some laps in a particular area of the Avidya Forest, he brought his bow and his arrows, he had laid them down on the ground next to some other objects he took along with him

-you arrive later on: you were previously looking for him since you hadn’t seen him in a couple of days, Collei was the one who told you he’d be where he is. 

-he’s so concentrated, looking at his surroundings in the smallest detail, stopping every now and then to observe little plants or creatures, “so cute!” you think as you take a seat next to his belongings and watch as Tighnari proceeds to work out and really just warming up for the rest of the exercises he planned

-when it’s time for him to take his bow, he turns in your direction and his eyes open wide as he sees you. you wave hello and he comes up to you

-“y/n? when did you get here, love?” he asks you as he sits next to you “not long ago, actually. how are you?” “hmm..” he kisses you. “I’m fine. better than before, since you’re here.” 

-you pet his head and ears while talking. the situation takes a gigantic turn and it’s now extra romantic and cute

-you guys cuddle a bit, then he asks you if you wanna join him and work out toghether 

[petitelepus]

Hey In honor of our art trade…😁

Can I do a Tengen x fem!reader with slight wives x reader? Angst, fluff, happy ending.

Where reader is a hashira and has a massive crush on Tengen and has no clue about his wives. He has a crush on her too and tells his wives about her. He then confesses and him and reader start dating but Tengen still hasn’t managed to tell her about his wives until one day someone mentions Tengens wives and this causes reader to freak out and comfort Tengen at his home and ends up meeting the wives and they confront her and tell her how excited they are to meet her finally. Basically they have a girls night and reader ends up crushing on them too. Tengen comes home to them taking and they end up ignoring him because of how well they are getting along.

I hope this was clear enough please message me if you have any questions. And thank you so much! I’m excited for our trade!! 💜

Summary: You fell for the Sound Hashira when he saved you from Demon. After years of training, you became a Hashira also and you and Tengen met again. The two of you start going out, but he hadn't mentioned his wives to you... Until it was too late.

Warnings: Angst, Suggestive, A Little Naughty But Not Enough To Be Really Naughty

A/N: Tengen Uzui, Fem!Reader, Hinatsuru Uzui, Makio Uzui, Suma Uzui

EXTRA: This is an ART TRADE with wonderful writer @lovelywritinglady! I hope you enjoy this story, I worked super hard for it!

You were the brand new Hashira, making it there through hard work but not only were you a feisty Slayer, but you were also talented at it. It was only natural that you would make it to the top and join among the best there was.

However, the thing was that you weren't always a Demon Slayer.

No, you were just a simple woman living a simple life… Then one night you were attacked by a bloodthirsty flesh-eating Demon. You tried to run but to no avail… But just as you were about to be devoured, a man came to your rescue and decapitated the wicked monster.

"Right on time!" The strong man laughed and your eyes shined as you saw the kanji of Destoy on his uniform's back. The man put the twin blades he wielded down and turned to look at you.

"Are you alright, young miss?" He asked as he offered his hand to you and helped you up on your feet. You nodded, speechless as you took in his handsome face, kind smile, and warm voice.

"Great! Make sure to avoid staying up at this hour!" He laughed as he turned to leave, but you called after him, "W- wait, what's your name?"

"Me? I'm Tengen Uzui! God of Festivals! Remember it!" The man laughed boisterously and just like that, he disappeared into the night. That was the night when you became a religious person.

In a way, your old life ended that night because you made it your mission to become a Demon Slayer, save other helpless people, and better yet, properly thank the man who saved your life.

So you sought out the Demon Slaying Corps and started to train. It took a year and a half, but you were determined to become someone who people could trust their lives to. Someone who could save them from a gruesome fate you had barely avoided thanks to the mysterious Demon Slayer.

It took time, but you made it through the Final Selection and were granted the jacket and your very own Nichirin sword. You asked around and learned that the Slayer who had saved you was actually a Hashira, one of the elite Slayers and you were filled with determination to become his equal.

It took another year of training and slaying Demons, but finally, Master Oyakata invited you to his estate where he granted you the title of Hashira. That's when you were introduced to Tengen again and…

The Sound Hashira's eyes widened when he saw you. You had grown a lot since the day he had saved you. You were stronger and prettier than ever before. Not that you weren't beautiful back then, but now you were absolutely glowing.

"Hey there! I'm Tengen Uzui, the Sounds Hashira, but you may-" He greeted you, attempting to be casual, as if that was possible, but as you smiled at him, he was stunned to silence.

"God of Festival." You nodded with a sweet smile, "And I am honored to finally meet you again, my God."

And that was when he fell for you… Again.

Tengen cleared his throat as he pointed at you, "You!"

You blinked and pointed at yourself, "Me?"

"Yes! Go out with me!" He exclaimed and you blinked again, stunned, but then you smiled brightly like the sun on the sky and nodded eagerly, "I would love that!"

You should have thought it for a moment, but you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Not now! He had asked you out, so you were certain that he was a single man, looking for a possible partner!

But the reality was different, not completely, but certainly different.

As the day passed, you and Tengen had a fun time together, both of you enjoying each other's company to the fullest. As you spent actual time with him, you learned that he was a little quirky and loud about it… But it was just one of his winning qualities and you fell for him again and again that day.

As the day came to an end, you guys parted ways with promises to see each other as soon as you could, like the next day when he would take you out for some high-quality ramen. He was a gentleman and took you to the inn where you were staying instead of asking you to join him in his mansion.

However, there was another reason for that also. Three actually.

"My dearest wives who I love more than anything!" Tengen shouted as he made it to his mansion and his three wives Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma came to greet their husband, "Welcome back Lord Tengen!"

"My wives, it appears that I… I have fallen," Tengen sighed and his wives shared confused looks before Hinasturu stepped forward, "What do you mean, dear?"

"There is this new Hashira…" Tengen said, "She is the same woman I saved a couple of years ago."

"The one who you couldn't get out of your mind?" Makio asked and he nodded, "The very same one."

"That you were upset that you hadn't asked out?" Suma asked and the man nodded again, "Yeah… And when I just accepted that I wouldn't see her anymore, she suddenly became a Hashira and I asked her out!"

The three wives shared knowing smiles and then shared that smile with Tengen.

"Dearest husband." Hinatsuru smiled as she grasped her husband's hand and kissed his knuckles, "If you love her also, then we will happily welcome her to our family."

"Yeah, when can we meet her?" Makio asked excitedly and Tengen looked away as if he could have avoided the responsibility of his actions, "She… She doesn't know about you guys."

"Y- you mean you didn't tell her about us?" Suma asked and the man nodded, "I didn't-!"

The women were about to object but Tengen quickly continued, "But, I'm going to see how things go with her and if I feel like there could be something between us, I make sure to introduce you guys to her!"

"Are you sure that is the smartest way to do this?" Hinatsuru asked and Tengen nodded, buffing his chest out in pride, "Of course! I'm a genius after all!"

The three women shared very quick glances before nodding because they knew, loved, and supported their husband, no matter what. But all three of them agreed on something and turned to look at their husband.

"Alright, we are fine with this."

"But we don't sleep with you until you marry her!"

"A- And you can't sleep with her!"

"DEAL!" Tengen shouted, "I accept these terms!"

And he really did.

After the talk with his wives and with their blessing, Tengen and you started seeing each other quite frequently, spending time together during days and sometimes even hunting Demons together when the sun was down and the moon decorated the starry night sky.

The situation wasn't always the most romantic one, but you were absolutely sure you were in love… Each moment spent looking at this man or self-proclaimed God made you smile and you got butterflies in your stomach whenever he grabbed your hand to lead you somewhere, was it either to a restaurant or Demon's direction.

You were absolutely sure that he could be the one… Then one day, you were on your way to get something to eat, when suddenly-!

"Oh, Lord-Uzui!"

You and Tengen blinked as you turned and saw some random Demon Slayer approach you guys. The young man looked familiar, but you didn't bother knowing others than Tengen and Slayers with actual potential.

"It's been a while!" The Slayer said and Tengen frowned, "Right… Who are you peasant anyway?"

"Is she one of your famous wives?" The Slayer asked, ignoring the cold shoulder he was getting and both your and Hashira's eyes widened as you registered the young man's words. You were shocked as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you and Tengen felt like a cold hand had seized and was squeezing his heart, followed by anger.

"No, she is not…!" He growled, "And who exactly are you, again?"

The young Slayer looked at you and then at him again and quickly realized that he might have just said something he shouldn't have.

"I- It's not important! W- well, I better leave, see you!" The youngster said as he quickly turned and ran off at record speed, like, you swear you've never seen anyone run even from Demon at that speed.

…But the damage was already done.

You swallowed as you looked up at Tengen, "I didn't know you used to be married?"

"Well, the thing is…" He rubbed the back of his head, "I still am."

"You're…" You couldn't believe what you were hearing, "You're married?"

"Yes," Tengen nodded, "I have 3 wives that I love more than life itself!"

Maybe he shouldn't have said that last part, but it was too late to take his words back.

"Then… All this time…" You felt your heart shatter in your chest as you squeaked out, "Was all this a lie?" with such a small voice that could have belonged to a field mouse rather than a strong woman who hunted Demons for her living.

"No!" Tengen immediately objected, but the remains of that shattered heart of yours were lit on fire.

"What!? Am I your mistress or something!?" You shouted and you could tell that your shouting was attracting bystanders' attention, many looking curiously at the drama happening right in front of them in broad daylight. You couldn't take it, you had to get away immediately.

"I'm leaving!" You snapped, but before you could go Tengen grabbed you by your shoulders and held you in your place, "Just give me-!"

Your eyes stung as you raised your hand before bringing it down, fully intending to slap him with all your might, but the man grabbed your hand just before it could make contact with his cheek.

"Tch!" You frowned as you turned and tried to yank your hand back so you could run away, but the Sound Hashira held onto you hard.

"Let go!" You cried out as the fire inside you died out and all that was left was heartbreaking sorrow. Tears started to stream down your face, but Tengen didn't do so.

"Let me explain!" He shouted but when he saw your tears he felt like the biggest jerk in the history of man- and demonkind.

"Aah, shit…" He cursed as he pulled you back and hugged you tightly against his chest. You struggled against him as you cried, your tears staining his uniform but he just hushed you and petted your back, "Just… Let me explain… And after that, if you want you can leave and I won't stop you."

You were sniffling pathetically as you tried to stop the tears and control your uneven breathing, you were a Hashira for God's sake!

Finally, you managed to get control over yourself and nodded, "F- fine…"

"Alright." He sighed, "So…"

So Tengen explained everything from his past life as Shinobi to modern days. How his cruel father wanted nothing from his children but successors and that was one reason why Tengen had so many wives. But he couldn't pressure enough how unlike his younger brother and their father, he truly loved his wives…

And how he had fallen for you also that night when he had saved you. How you haunted his mind, but when he had tried to find you again you were nowhere to be found. He never expected you to follow his example and join Demon Slayer Corps, but then fate brought you together!

"That's my story," Tengen nodded as he was done saying what he wanted, "I love you, but I also love my wives and nothing can make me leave them."

"I…" You swallowed a heavy lump in your throat and nodded as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from bursting into tears again.

"I need time to think…" You muttered sadly as you turned and walked away… And like he promised, Tengen didn't stop you.

That night you didn't go out to hunt Demons, no, you spent the whole night crying into your pillow. You were sad, you were mad, but you were still in love with the Sound Hashira and that only made everything harder and more hurtful.

This went on for almost a full week. It appeared that even Gods or Master Oyakata took pity on you because you weren't sent out on a mission even once that week.

It was almost as if you had been sent to Butterfly Mansion to heal, only you were nowhere near the Mansion, but in your own room and you weren't hurt, physically at least, though, it did feel like your heart took a hard beating.

So you spent that whole week locked up until you finally deemed yourself sane enough to go and confront the man who made you into this whirlpool of unbearable feelings.

Before you could even consider going outside, you made sure to bath and prepare yourself. You didn't want to go and see Tengen while looking like you had been living on the streets for the last week, even if you felt like it.

Once done, you left the safety of your room and before you knew it, the sun was starting to set, but your Kasugai crow had taken you to what appeared to be Uzui mansion. Just looking at the huge building made your heart ache in your chest.

You hadn't been together that long, a little over a month, but he still had managed to make his way into your heart like he did all those years ago when he saved you and now there was a hole only he could fill…

You breathed in and out and you were just about to knock on the door when said door slid open and-!

"Ah-!" Your breath was taken away by this beautiful blond-haired woman before you and you realized that she must have been one of those 3 wives of Tengen's.

"I- I-!" You stuttered and then swallowed as you tried to speak without your voice wavering, "I- I'm looking for Lord Te- Uzui! I'm looking for Lord Uzui!"

"Ah, Lord Tengen had to go hunt down a Demon but he should be back by tomorrow." The woman replied and you nodded, understanding, "I see. Well, thank you-!"

"You wouldn't happen to be that new Hashira Lord Tengen is smitten by?"

You flinched and the woman gasped, "You are! Hinatsuru, Suma! Come here! It's Lord Tengen's girlfriend!"

"W- Wait- No-!" You tried to object but then two women who were just as gorgeous as this blond woman joined you two by the doorway and they smiled, "My, are you looking for Lord Tengen?"

"You- I mean-!" You didn't know what to say and the woman with the blue dress smiled as she pulled you into the building, "Don't stay out there, come on in!"

"I-!" You were about to refuse when you were pulled into the mansion and before you knew what had happened, you were seated by a table on the floor as the wives placed a bowl of rice crackers and a cup of green tea before you, like perfect hosts did.

"So?" Makio grinned as she, Hinatsuru, and Suma sat across from you on the other side of the table, "Tell us about Lord Tengen! What did the two of you do when you were together?"

You blinked as you thought about all the things you did, but you took the question in a wrong way. They must have been mad at you and thought that you were an evil mistress who tried to steal their beloved husband!

"I- I assure you three that nothing inappropriate happened between me and Tengen!" You exclaimed and the three women shared glances before giggling, "We trust your word and our husband."

"Hopefully he took you out to that nice tea house by the outskirts of the town!"

"Wait?" You raised your hand, "You believe me?"

"Of course," Hintsuru nodded and Suma continued, "Lord Tengen told us so much, but we wanted to hear how you liked being with him!"

"Well…" You frowned bitterly as you averted your gaze, the next words hurting you, "I had fun… But I fear that he was fooling with you guys all this time while we were seeing each other…"

The three wives blinked before Hinatsuru smiled gently, "Dear, that's not the case."

"Huh?" You looked at them and Makio smiled, "We made Lord Tengen promise not to sleep with anyone!"

"You and us!" Suma added, "And Lord Tengen is a man of his word!"

"I…" You swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling so flustered and not knowing how to escape this situation, you grabbed the cup of tea and drank it in one go.

The wives looked at you in shock as you finished your tea and moved to get up, "Thank you for your hospitality, but I should leave now-!"

"Please, stay here for the night." Hinatsuru smiled gently, "We will prepare a room for you and something more comfortable to wear."

"I shouldn't…" You really shouldn't, but the women were persistent.

"Please?" Suma begged, "We would like to know more about you!"

"More than Lord Tengen has told us!" Makio added and you frowned as you remembered the man behind your sorrows.

"I don't know if that's a good idea…" You muttered as you looked aside, not able to look at these gorgeous women.

"We understand that our husband has made you upset." Hinatsuru started gently, "And you have every reason to be angry at him for keeping us a secret, but please, let us make you feel better."

"But-!"

"Please?" Suma asked or more like begged again and Makio nodded, "You can leave at any point if you feel uncomfortable!"

"I…" You sighed before nodding, "Alright, I'll stay."

"Jay!" Suma cheered happily as Hinatsuru got up, "I'm going to get you something to wear. Please, have some more tea."

And you did and Makio and Suma watched you and occasionally asked about what it was like being a Hashira. Questions that you answered honestly until Hinatsuru came with a night yukata for you.

"I hope this is to your liking." She said as she handed the clothing to you and you nodded gratefully, "Thank you. Uh, where do I change?"

"Oh, forgive us." The three women stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them, granting you some privacy. You swallowed nervously as you stripped and slipped into the yukata. It was awfully soft and smelled like flowers… It was very nice.

"Are you done perhaps?" Came question from the other side of the door and you nodded, "Yes, I'm dressed!"

The door slid aside and Suma motioned you to follow them, "Come come, we will take you to your room!"

You nodded and followed them to the other side of the house where the guestroom must have been. But as you stepped into the room you were confused by the 3 extra futons on the floor.

It took you a second, but then you realized that it was most likely Tengen's and his wives' bedroom.

"Uh, I think this is not the right room-!" You were about to say when the three women started to strip suddenly.

"WHOA, HEY!" You yelped as you covered your eyes and the ladies giggled, "Don't worry, we are all women here."

"Yeah, but-!" You blushed, not knowing exactly why you were acting as shy as you were being.

"You can look you know?" Makio said and you shook your head but after a minute, Suma added, "We're dressed also now!"

You peeked between your fingers and yes, they had put on yukatas of their own. You sighed as you lowered your hands, but you were quickly grabbed and dragged to bed by the three women.

"So tell us… What made you most upset?"

"Tengen keeping us as a secret?"

"Or him being a married man?"

"I…" You frowned a little, not really understanding what the difference was, "Probably both…"

"Do you want to marry him?" Makio asked and you thought about your answer for a second or two before nodding, "The thought did go through my mind a couple of times that he could be the one…"

"Lord Tengen would love to marry you!" Suma cried out suddenly, "He told us so!"

"H- He did?" You couldn't almost believe your ears. Had he said so sweetly about you? Did he really think so? You smiled a little, as happiness spread through your body, warming you and bringing those butterflies in your tummy back to life.

The women smiled as they watched you brighten up like a flower after rain and Hinasturu asked calmly, "Do you dislike the idea of being married to women also?"

"I-!" You blinked as you fell back down to the ground from the clouds and looked at the three women, noting that they were all gorgeous and so far, so very kind and sweet to you.

"I… It's…" You blushed as you averted your gaze, too flustered to actually look at them, "It's not that I hate the idea…"

"So you swing both ways?" Makio asked and your blush grew stronger.

"It's- It's not-!" You stuttered, "I- I've never-!"

"Are you perhaps untouched?" Hinatsuru inquired with a small amused smile and her amusement just grew when she saw your reaction.

"I- I-!" Now you were blushing so hard that even your ears turned red, "I- I focused on slaying Demons! N- Not some flings!"

"So all you know is how to slay Demons?" Makio and Suma thought out loud, "How sad…"

"I- It's not like it's a hindrance! Killing Demons is far more important than keeping someone's bed warm!"

"You're so cute!" Suma cried out, "But liking both men and women isn't a hindrance."

"Yeah, after all, who knows a woman better than another one?" Makio added with a wink.

"Though, Lord Tengen knows what he is doing," Hinatsuru giggled, "After all, he can take all three of us at once."

"He-!" You swallowed as your lower tummy felt a little weird, "He can?"

"Yes." The women nodded.

"He can go on for hours!"

"And he doesn't tire out easily!"

"I…" You started to play with your fingers nervously, "I wouldn't know what to do in that situation… And even less with so many partners and women…"

"Well…" Hinatsuru shared knowing glances with her fellow wives, "I think we could help you with that uncertainty of yours."

"What do you mean-?" You were asking when suddenly all three wives bounced on you.

You gasped silently as Makio hugged you from behind, holding you against her soft breasts as Hinatsuru kissed your knuckles and Suma kissed your cheek.

"Since you are staying here for the night, we thought we could have a sleepover, just us girls together!" Makio said from behind you and Hinatsuru added. "While we are at it, we can show you some perks of being married to women too."

"If you don't want to, just tell us and we back off!" Suma said, "But we can make you feel really really good!"

You blushed and were about to object… But as you looked at these gorgeous women willing to include you in their relationship, you found yourself unable to. Instead, those same butterflies you felt every time you thought or were with Tengen resurfaced as you looked at his wives.

"I don't know what to do…" You whimpered pitifully and the three women smiled as they started to undress themselves and you, "Trust us and we will take care of you."

The next morning, as the sun was rising, Tengen finally made it home. He had taken some of his pent-up frustration out on the slippery Demon he had been hunting the whole night but he still felt frustrated with himself.

Especially when he thought about you and how he hurt you with his actions. He hadn't heard of you for a whole week, but he had promised to leave you alone if you wanted to be left so and he was a man of his word.

He did get a good scolding from his beloved wives and he deserved all of them, he didn't deny it. Still, he wanted to see you and apologize for his actions, but that had to wait as he entered the mansion he called home.

It was still early and the sun was just peeking from the horizon so he expected his wives to still be sleeping. He made his way to their shared bedroom and opened the door, fully expecting to see his beloved wives sleeping peacefully-!

"What-!?" He blinked, stunned to see you sleeping with his wives! All four of you were sleeping, hugging, and cuddling with each other and Tengen could tell that you were all naked under the blankets.

"Looks like things worked out somehow," The man thought as he carefully closed the door to let you and his wives rest peacefully. So he went to the guestroom to sleep a little and wait until your ladies would wake up.

The Sound Hashira wasn't sure how long he had been napping when he heard the room's door slide aside and someone enter the room.

"Lord Tengen…?"

It was Hinatsuru! The man groaned as he got up and turned to address his wife, "Morning Hina."

"Good morning." The woman smiled, "I take it your hunt was successful?"

"As always!" He nodded as he stretched his arms and back, and then he remembered you, "So… She was here with you?"

"Yes." The beautiful woman nodded, "She came to seek you yesterday so we invited her to stay for the night."

"I could see that. You were all comfy and nice together!" Tengen nodded back and his wife giggled, "Please join us at the breakfast table. I think she wants to talk with you."

"Yeah, I had a feeling," He said as he got up and followed his dear wife to the eating area where Makio, Suma, and you were already waiting for them.

As soon as Tengen stepped into the room, your eyes were glued to him. He looked just as handsome as always as if your little quarrel hadn't affected him at all.

"Lord Tengen, you're home!" Suma cried out happily and Makio smiled also, "Welcome back Lord Tengen!"

"Hm, morning my gorgeous wives!" Tengen greeted the women and then he looked at you, "And morning to you! I'm happy to see you!"

You gave him a small nod, "Likewise."

"Makio, Suma, can you help me get Lord Tengen some breakfast?" Hinatsuru asked and the two women quickly nodded and followed the third one out of the room, leaving you and Tengen alone.

The Sound Hashira sat on the ground opposite from you and nodded, "I take it that you are ready to talk with me since you came all the way here to see me."

"You're right," You nodded as you sipped your tea and Tengen sighed as he rubbed the back of his head, "Let me start by apologizing. My behavior was so unflashy and unfair towards you."

"Thank you… I…" You put the small teacup you were holding down on the table and looked at the man you loved, "I will both forgive and apologize to you."

"Huh?" Tengen frowned, "Oi, why are you apologizing for something stupid I did?"

"Well, I think that I might have overreacted back then…" You admitted, embarrassed, "For God's sake, I'm a Hashira yet I acted like a spoiled brat."

"My behavior wasn't exactly much better." The man admitted and then turned more serious, "But I still do love you a lot! And I have no doubt in my mind that my wives would love you also!"

"Ah, Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio welcomed me into the family with…" You blushed as you pulled your yukata's collar down, showing the dark hickeys all over your neck and shoulders, "VERY open arms."

Tengen blinked as he realized what had happened and then he laughed out loud, nearly startling you out of your skin, "HA HA, I see my wives already accepted you as part of the family!"

"Thanks…" You pulled the collar back up and looked at the Sound Hashira from under your eyelashes, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you… Are you alright having me as one of your wives?" You asked bashfully and Tengen stared at you as a smile rose to his lips, "Yes, I would be honored to marry you into our family."

"Then…!" You were saying when the door to the room was slammed open and Suma rushed inside and jumped to hug you and cried, "I knew it, I knew Lord Tengen still loved you!", as she peppered your cheeks and forehead with quick pecks.

"Oi, Suma calm down!" Makio snapped as she moved to pull her fellow wive away, "I want to kiss her also!"

"Ah, there is plenty for you both-!" You were about to object but the two women joined forces as they started to kiss you together. You cried out as you were drowned in kisses and Tengen actually laughed as he watched his wives shower you with affection.

"We are all glad that you both managed to reconcile." Hinatsuru said as she made her way to her husband and kissed his cheek, "She is a real gem."

"Yeah," Tengen smiled as he looked at you as you blushed and tried to fight off Makio's and Suma's advantages, "And she is ours."

[fandomtherapy44]

Coffee Meet-Ups Sam Winchester x Fem! Reader One Shot!

summary: Y/n needs a tutor, and Sam is happy to help.

Warnings: A little bit of cussing, kissing

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AN: Hey Ya'll, I thought I would do a fluff fic for our boy Sam Winchester, I've done fics for Cas and Dean, so I thought it was time for Sam. I also just put out a Dean Fic with smut if you're interested, I hope you guys enjoy!

The air is crisp and cool leaves are falling down, the sky is full of orange and brown. I could see my breath make puffs like I was smoking. People in Harvard sweaters were walking to their classes. A slight hint of cinnamon and apple drafting through the atmosphere really gives you the Fall feel. A real Gilmore Girls picture. Too bad I didn’t have the time to enjoy it. I am currently running to make it to my tutor meeting on time. 

“Excuse me!” I said rushing in between and out of people making it look like I was crazy.

I finally made it to the on-campus coffee shop. And there is my tutor looking very disappointed while looking at his watch and then at me like a mother would if you missed curfew.

“Hey, Steve I am so ready to learn all about the integration of advanced criminal law.” I try to soften everything with a smile. 

“Great, my suggestion is to sit down and open the book I’ll see you around.” He walks past me and I grab his arm.

“Wait Steve, please I will fail this class without you.” I pleaded almost begging.

“Y/n you are smart but you don’t imply yourself enough and I don’t have the time to do it for you, good luck.” With that, he turns and walks out letting the cold hit me with the realization that I no longer had the very expensive tutor that my parents were paying for. I sighed deeply racking my brain about what I was going to do and turned and ran into someone and something hot.

“Ah fuck! Shit holy that fucking-” I looked up and I saw one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. And suddenly my burn from the coffee didn’t seem so bad anymore.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry, here sit down I'll bring napkins.” he leads me to a chair very carefully. He brings napkins with cold water on them. “Agan I am very sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I-” He stops and does the same thing I did. 

“I’m babbling and this is the the first thing I should have asked, are you okay?” His eyes peer into mine and they are a deep chocolate brown.

“Yeah, I'm okay nothing like a mini heart attack to start the day.” I joke to lighten the mood.

“Definitely, I’m Sam.” He brings out his hand to shake. I take it and he has a nice firm handshake. 

“Y/n, so where were you going with such hot coffee so early?”

“Just classes.” 

I then see the books he’s carrying.

“So law huh? Same here.” He looks kind of shocked at that.

“Really what made you want to do law?” He asks now intrigued.

“I want to… make a difference really fight for the people who can’t fight for themselves, basic I know.” I picked at my fingernails to try to distract myself from my own self-deprecation.

“No no, I like that, a lot of people become lawyers for the wrong reasons.”

“Well, it's not like I'll even be able to come one.” 

“Why?” He asked with true wonder for some reason about a stranger.

“I am totally failing my classes that’s why I was actually here I was meeting my tutor but I screwed that up too.” 

Sam then gets an idea.

“How about I tutor you.” He says with complete seriousness.

“What no I couldn't ask you to do that Sam, I'm sure you're super busy.” I blinked my eyes not believing the offer.

“Well you're not asking I’m offering, it can be me making it up to you for spilling coffee on you so what do you say?” I look at him and his sincerity in his eyes and for some reason I believe him which is weird for a guy I barely know.

“Okay, you are on Sam.” We shake on it.

I am actually early for once to a tutor meeting. Books open, coffee ready. I didn't want to waste Sam’s time. He walks in looking cute without even trying he’s in some jeans and a brown sweatshirt matching his hair. 

“Hey, you ready?” He sat down and pulled out his book.

“Yes teach!” I pulled out my pencil and was ready. 

“Ok good.” He chuckles at enthusiasm. “So let’s start with chapter fifteen…”

About two hours later I had been taught and understood more about law than I had from my tutors and teacher. 

“Wow, Sam, I think you're the best I've ever had.” I blush at what I just said and try to quickly backpedal. “I mean I the best tutor I mean.” I mentally slap my forehead.

“Thank you and you are welcome. And you are the best student I've had.” He smiles at my clumsy put together complement.

“No way I mean I got like ten questions wrong.” I was flattered but a little shocked at that.

“Yeah I mean I don’t usually tutor and you actually want to learn unlike some people here.” 

“You don’t usually tutor then why me?” I asked hoping that it wasn't pity.

“I saw you're potential and thought you deserved a chance too.” 

I didn’t even notice that tears were in my eyes.

“Thank you, Sam. I won’t let you down!” I gave a big smile and a thumbs up.

“I know.” 

It had been about two weeks into these tutor sessions with Sam and the information was actually sticking like never before we also had started to build a friendship.

“So worst injury from when you were a kid, go.” I half demanded in a friendly way while sipping my coffee we had been an hour in but got distracted by talking about our childhoods I can't even remember who asked the first question.

He sits back in his chair thinking for a moment. “Mhh I broke my arm when I was four.”  

My eyes light in surprise. “Really!? How?” 

“I had followed my brother on top of a shed and we were dressed as Superman and Batman and he had convinced me that I could actually fly so I jumped off and lold and behold I broke my arm so Dean had to take me in his handlebars on his fisher price bike.” he finished off with laughing and I joined in.

“Wow, I don’t know if I can top that.” I slapped his arm.

“Oh come on it’s your turn.” 

“Okay well, when I was six I sprang my ankle.” I see his face and he tries to hold back his laugh. “Hey hey, I never said it was good.” I also laugh.

“Well, I guess it's good that it wasn't worse but it doesn't really make for a good story.”

“That’s what I told you!” I then think about my test.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You think I can pass this test?” I picked at my fingernails again.

He grabbed my hand. And directed my head to meet his.

“I fully believe in you Y/n, you are going to be a damn good lawyer.” Again I look into his eyes and believe him.

I grab my test and run to find Sam. I ran through in-between other people not caring if I bumped into them. 

“Sam! SAM!” I yelled all the way to the coffee shop with the test paper in my hand arm raised looking crazy. And I did not care. I get there and see him in there standing in line. I pulled open the door and full on ran to him.

“Sam SAM! LOOK! LOOK!” Everyone looks at me with a look at this girl who belongs in the coo-coo place. “Sam I passed!” I hand the paper to him he takes it studies it and sees the grade.

“I knew you could go it!” He picks me up in a hug and spins around in excitement. He puts me down both of us high and giddy from the good news our eyes met and we both decide to go for it. We meet in the middle of a sweet kiss. It was slow with a tiny bit of earning behind it. His lips were a bit chapped but still soft somehow. We both let go at the same time.

“Wow, that was amazing.” He said while gently grabbing my hand.

“Really, me too.” I smiled at our hands joined. “I guess it’s lucky you bumped into me.”

“And I guess I'm lucky you needed a tutor.” I giggle at that and we kiss again.

Thank you for reading!

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

How they react to their s/o big dog jumping on them.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: garroth, Laurence, Dante, vylad, gene

𝐓𝐀𝐆: fluffy, head canons on s/o dog jumping on them and taking care of them.

E/n: hiiii guys im so sorry I was gone for so long I’ve just had really bad writers block and so much going on but I’m here now and hopefully I don’t disappear again anyways I hope you guys like this.

Garroth

✮garroth is a big boy himself so a big dog jumping on him is nothing.

✮He gets really happy that the dog trusts him enough to start jumping on him and licking him.

✮He probably gives his full attention to play with the dog and ignores what ever conversation is going on around him.

✮garroth was never allowed any pets when he was younger so any animal he meets and they like him he will play with them as much as he can.

✮ He riles the dog up and starts howling to make it howl.

Laurence

✮Laurence likes space and your dog also likes his space so the second he comes through the door your dog is tackling him to the ground.

✮ Laurence isn’t the biggest dog person but he doesn’t not like them but if you ask him to watch your dog he might say no unless you’re super special to him.

✮ if he does say yes ( which he will argue) once your gone he’s constantly texting you pictures of the dog and little updates on him/ her.

✮ he may act like he doesn’t fully care about the dog but then feed him a steak dinner with other proteins that he look up to make the dog healthy.

✮when it’s bed time, he will try to get the dog to sleep on the floor but he/she keeps getting on his bed and after a few minutes of back and forth Laurence lets him/her sleep on the bed with him.

✮they woke up cuddling.

✮in the end you know your dog was well taken care of.

Dante

✮Dante always flinches when a dog jumps on him like his whole body, he turns into a rag doll and lets the dog trample him.

✮ you probably won’t ask Dante to watch your dog, not because he will hurt it but because he will dress him up and make a bunch of TikTok’s with him or train him/her to do something crazy like skateboard.

✮Dante is not very good at keeping track of things either so he might leave the front or open or a snack on the couch( your dog does appreciate that one even if you don’t)

✮while staying the night once Dante drunkly mistaked your dog for a cat and was confused why the cat was barking at him. ( he tried to give him a cat treat and you were confused why he would just have that in his pocket)

✮your dog loves Dante though his hand doesn’t get as tired as your does so he can pet him/her for longer.

Vylad

✮vylad is a pretty tall guy so just like garroth it doesn’t affect him much when he/ she jumps on him but he does try to lower himself to the ground so the dog doesn’t jump to high and start knocking stuff over.

✮ vylad is so gentle with any animal and even if he doesn’t prefer dogs he treats your dog like his own baby.

✮ vylad is very holistic and he has plants all over his house but he try’s to keep the ones that are toxic for dogs away or he puts them in the garage before you come over.

✮like Laurence vylad learns things on how to take care of the dog in the best way like how much he/she should eat to grooming care, he just wants the baby to be the healthiest. ( he does the same for you )

✮when vylad has the dog over night he lets him cuddle in bed with him and he bought the dog his/ her very own special stuffed animal that matches ones that you two got.

Bonus imagine:

When you and vylad start living together you two start getting a bunch of fur baby’s and I like to imagine vylad living in the country with lots of land around so that means COWSS.

Gene

✮ gene loves dogs. it’s surprising how much he does.

✮ he doesn’t mind being jumped on because he used to it from you and Dante.

✮ when you asked him to watch your dog he said yes without even thinking about it.

✮ he’s very playful with the dog. He likes to rile him/her up and play catch. Which results in zoomies.

✮your dog is pretty well behaved and doesn’t get into much but when he does gene doesn’t react big or anything I mean he’s frustrated but he still loves the dog. But if the dog knocks something over he’s going to use the dogs paws to pick up with ever it knock over.

✮the dog probably won’t sleep on the bed with gene because he moves a lot and sometimes swings in his sleep but if he/she does it’s at the end of the bed.

Images not mine

[sootcrow]

I’m gonna ask a bunch of narumistu shippers this but how do you think Iris would react seeing that happen? Also how would your dream Narumitsu wedding play out, and would pearl be invited? I just have so many questions! I also love your art!❤️❤️❤️

congrats on being my first anon haha! I’m honored to be up here with the other narumitsu artists considering I like just got here lmao

I don’t usually talk about these kinds of things of my own accord but I DO think about this literally all the time and I love thinking about character dynamics n stuff so I will take this as permission to talk about some of my thoughts lmao

Iris

If you’re talking about how Iris would react to narumitsu in general, I’ve got a lot of thoughts on the matter

All things considered and as sad as this sounds, I think iris is pretty familiar with this kind of feeling and would handle it well outwardly. Considering the time they spent together in college, I think she would be pretty familiar with Phoenix's feelings about miles and his plans about going into law on top of art, so it's probably not exactly completely unexpected to her

Iris may have had a lot of time to get over him, but also with all that time with zero contact with him until bridge to turnabout, she's never had to address her feelings until she's metaphorically and literally staring the issue right in the face.

Phoenix, on the other hand, is forced to confront this event and any lingering emotions and issues he had afterwards right away. That event was a MAJOR turning point for his whole life. He got accused of murder, he ate glass (cough), his girlfriend apparently hates him ???, he met Mia, and overall everything has been turned upside down for him. He can't just ignore it or forget about it or pretend nothing happened like Iris could, and by now, his feelings have dulled. They definitely both still have lingering feelings about each other, but both of them end up dealing with them in completely different ways

Iris is definitely going to be feeling a LOT of pain over both seeing him again and seeing him with someone else, regardless of how prepared for it she tells herself she is. It's human to hurt when you see someone you cared about move on from you to someone else. There's a lot of guilt and blame that she carries from the incident, ESPECIALLY when she has to confront her emotions and him face to face.

But Iris is not a petty person or a grudge holder, unlike Dahlia, and she cares a lot about Phoenix. She's also not an idiot. As much it makes her heart ache, she knows her chance has passed and that Phoenix has moved on, even if Iris is still working on that herself. She will heal with time. Despite everything, I think she is an incredibly strong person.

Though it's going to hurt (a lot), I think that regardless, she'd be really happy for them.

Wedding

In terms of a wedding I don't actually think about that all too much yet dfjkfhfs I haven't gotten anywhere past the pw trilogy so I don't actually know all too much about anything post-trials and tribulations yet. (despite that I do have a whole narumitsu progression timeline. aside from the pining that they both think is one sided, there is a whole lot of nothing until AFTER the 7 year gap. they don't actually get together until after that. god they are so infuriatingly slowburn i hate them)

Anyways as hilarious as I think "pearl is homophobic" is, she's still a kid. We can't completely fault a kid who doesn't know better and never really had the chance to learn. I think it'd take a lot of work on Maya's part to be able to give her a proper explanation (if nick tried to explain anything he'd just end up getting pearl-slapped and things would go nowhere probably, its all up to maya here), but I figure pearl eventually comes around with some help and is like SUPER involved in everything. Her passion for romance n stuff just gets switched to nick and edgeworth instead of maya and nick

Once I'm more familiar with all of the other characters and the events of post-pw trilogy I'll definitely have a lot more ideas

[hargrove-mayfields]

Disabled Billy and Steve Week

Day 3- special interests

My prompt: Harringrove- Shared Special Interest

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One month. Billy and Steve have been living together for one month.

In that time they’ve discovered a lot about each other, things they never expected. Things like Steve hanging his jackets and sweaters in rainbow order in the closet, or Billy placing the cups in diagonal lines in the cabinet.

Only one thing had caused a disagreement, and that was about furniture covers. Billy’s ocd wanted them to avoid touching “sofa stank ass,” but Steve’s autism hated the texture of sitting on fabric on top of fabric.

Their solution was two separate chairs instead of one couch. Close enough to hold hands constantly, but separate enough to enforce their individual boundaries. Sure, it means cuddles are limited to their bed, but Billy’s on bedrest with full body aches and bouts of fibro fog usually once a week, so it works.

However, by far the most exciting tidbit they’d discovered was that they share a special interest. Games.

Video games, board games, sports- they’ve both explored the history, researched the best strategies, and played thousands upon thousands of games. DND had brought them together through mutual friendship with Eddie, while Super Mario kept their relationship on its toes.

Tonight, their choice was a little unconventional for them, a big dusty box fished from the very back of the closet. An inherited, smoke stained edition of Scrabble. If either of them and their dyslexia had realized that making a goal to play every game in the house would mean playing a spelling game, they might not have made that promise.

But, Steve already was dead set on doing it, and his dedication was not to be messed with. They were going to play that game, no matter how long it took.

Currently almost two hours and half a bag of letter chips in, it’s Steve’s turn again.

“Uhhh, I’ll spell… sunset! S-U-N.. S-E-T.”

Every chip is placed carefully, and they both double check it with the help of their Scrabble approved dictionary. At first, he’d placed them in the wrong spot, connected to a D instead of the S on the end that he meant to use, but they fixed it quickly instead of dwelling on the mistake. Billy knows Steve might cry of embarrassment if they keep the focus on his mistake for too long.

But now it’s time for Billy to have yet another go, as Steve reminds him in case he forgot again, “Your turn, Bubs! Got anything good?”

“Honestly? I have no ideas. These letters suck.” Billy grumbles, pushing the small tray that holds the letter chips away.

“You can look it up.” Steve suggests, the only way they ever agreed to go along with this game being shortcuts and technical cheats.

But Billy shakes his head, in deep concentration, “No. No, I wanna do it on my own.”

Steve gives an encouraging smile, “Take your time. I’m watching the TV over your shoulder.”

Something about the way Billy snorts says he doesn’t see that as encouragement, but instead sounds hurt, “I’m that boring, huh?”

Regretting the way he’d put it so bluntly, Steve makes sure to promise kindly, “Nope! I just like the game shows!”

It’s true too. He likes learning new words in a way that doesn’t make his brain feel like it’s on fire. And watching other people fail and struggle, even the best of the best, makes him feel a lot better about playing mostly two or three lettered words in this here game of Scrabble.

Billy’s shoulders relax with ease, satisfied that Steve isn’t annoyed with him. He does, however, quip sarcastically, “We’re so old.”

“Thirty isn’t old.” Steve hums, actually happy to be growing older instead of being trapped in the misery of his teens forever.

Growing up meant growing out of his intense self-deprecation, after leaving behind all the pain and the tragedy he’d gone through. Now in California, playing board games with the love of his life, nothing else matters.

Billy clarifies his meaning, showing to Steve that he feels the same way, and was just using an expression, “I’m not talking about literally, baby. And stop rounding up, I’m only 26.”

It’s lighthearted and they both smile, but something keeps nagging in Steve’s head. One of those old fears of his rising up despite his insistence that they don’t bother him anymore.

“We can do young people stuff.” He offers, sounding kind of upset though he doesn’t mean to let it show, “I mean, I just thought this was fun...”

Even though they’ve got a game set up, Billy leans over the small table on his elbows, and holds Steve’s hands, “Stevie. It’s great. I love these slow days with you. They make me happier than anything. I was just kidding.”

Instant relief floods Steve’s nervously twisted stomach, but just in case he asks, “You’re sure? ‘Cause we can do something else.”

It’s his fault they’re doing this. He said it would be okay. Fun even. He said they can do anything they want.

“I want to keep playing.” Billy promises, and then a real pleased look crosses his face, “I just thought of a word even.”

“What is it?” Steve brightens up immediately, leaning forward in interest.

Billy uses an ‘O’ chip already on the board to spell- “Love.”

Picking up from the look on Billy’s face, it’s not a coincidence that he’s taken to flirting through a board game. Steve blushes like they haven’t already been together for eight years. These slow times between them can be relaxing, but they’re usually days where they check in on their romance too. Rekindling the passion over a goddamn spelling game, that should, by all means, have caused Steve to panic ages ago.

It’s sweet, and it only gets better.

An adjacent ‘S’ in line with Billy’s ‘O’ and an ‘M’ further down the board makes it so Steve can spell the biggest word he’s ever played in this game, “Oh! I can use that to spell Soulmate!!”

“You got that right. I’m yours, and you’re mine.” Billy says all suavely. Steve’s literally giggling and kicking his feet, only to be shown once again through the next move just how much of a romantic Billy is.

“Matter of fact, I can use that new M to spell- Marry.”

For a moment, Steve just stares.

He’s not sure if it’s genuine or just a strategy, until Billy produces a tiny box from his pocket. It’s wooden, looks hand carved. Inside is a ring with a small ruby in a heart shape attached to a band, one he recognizes as being Billy’s mothers.

“Billy-“ He chokes. The words he’d been doing so good at freeze up. He’s used his brain so much today and now it’s failing him?

Billy is patient though, leaving the box propped open on the table so he doesn’t have to hold it and lock his wrist up, “Stevie.”

Steve swallows down his nerves as best he can, and starts to ask, “Are you..?”

“I am.” Billy finishes for him, so Steve doesn’t get too frustrated. It’s then that he starts to look nervous too. He chews his lip, a stim Steve recognizes as being an anxious one. Like he’s done something wrong by asking for something so big, “Do you want to?”

But this, this couldn’t be more perfect. A proposal through their shared special interest, a lifelong passion channeled into their love. Of course Steve wants that too. Really, he’s wanted it ever since they were teenagers, but now that they’re in their twenties, they’re finally ready for that dream to become a reality.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

~~~~~~

For todays disability organization spotlight, let’s talk about the National Fibromyalgia Association.

The NFA is a site which provides health information and resources about Fibromyalgia, a condition that is under researched and often disregarded by medical professionals as not even existing.

The information on their site ranges from self care guides, science explaining chronic pain, COVID precautions for our disorder, medication and treatment suggestions, and emotional assistance for fibromyalgia patients, among other things.

Run by doctors and fibromyalgia patients alike, the websites main goal is to spread awareness and make research accessible for everyone. When I finally received my diagnosis, I spent a lot of time here learning about little things I could do for myself to manage my symptoms. Now I use mobility aids and am in physical therapy, and my symptoms are much more managed than before.

Because fibromyalgia is such a disregarded disability, so are our foundations. The NFA is currently asking for donations, either direct monetary donations or through buying their merchandise in the online shop.

If you would like to learn more about this organization or access their information guides, you can click here to visit the site.

[teopatra]

💋✨Pick an aesthetic🎀🔮

What is going on around you?

Have you been having dreams you want to decode? Sensing an energy that you can’t quite put your finger on? Are you feeling a shadiness from people causing you to question their weird intention? Choose one or more or all three of these piles to give you secret messages from my highest self to you X0

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❤️‍🔥

Pile 1️⃣

❤️‍🔥 everything is a friggin joke to someone and that ish is annoying the helck out of you!

❤️‍🔥 you’re not crazy you’re just right and someone has been making you feel crazy for feeling that way wen n reality you’re 💯 % right for feeling the way you do bc tbh muggs just act STOOPID sometimes.. no a lot of times

❤️‍🔥 it’s one thing to be lighthearted and youthful, but it’s some traits someone had that is turning you offffffff like ew 🤧

❤️‍🔥 the only reason you may feel on edge is because someone is an actual joke and it’s P’d you off bc you’re trying to be nice abt it butttt 😐 you have no issue having a good time or cracking you a jokey joke but let’s bffr shall we??

❤️‍🔥yes you absolutely can bet that so far this pile has been about other people , you wanna know why? Bc for so long you’ve made excuses for others. But didn’t you already heal that aspect of yourself? So then why are you allowing yourself to believe that it’s not them it’s you? And even if it’s both of you, take accountability for yourself by asking how did you even allow this type of energy back into your auric field?

❤️‍🔥there’s a lesson to be learned here with the super full (blue) moon being conjunct Saturn in Pisces, meaning, there is a LESSON to be revisited.

❤️‍🔥 Pisces is notorious for illusions, delusions, and the ✨unknown..✨ BUT Pisces is ALSO known for “the undoing”

❤️‍🔥 do you know what that means? If you don’t, that’s your problem LOL jk no but really if you haven’t heard this before then I’m glad you’ve become enlightened just now. But fr figure out what the “undoing” means to you; it’s so eerie🤩

❤️‍🔥MONEY will be the death of someone or a situation..LITERALLY please remember not only are we in mercury retrograde ♍️ but Mars just moved into it’s detriment ♎️ so people are just saying AND doing ANYTHING .. if you as a light being feel on edge, JUST IMAGINE what’s going on inside the mind of an unhealed mfa.. so crusty, disgust me

❤️‍🔥 MAJORITY of society values material things and money, I mean cmon it makes sense right bc how else are we gonna survive and live comfortably happy lives? Cool, but at the same time, money RULES the mind of those who deem it the highest value compared to those who value love, peace, happiness, unity, and divine consciousness.

❤️‍🔥 I mean who wouldn’t want money or someone to just give them money just bc but the point I’m making is that money in this earthly plane in this 3D dimension has in fact become (one of) the roof of all evils…

❤️‍🔥anyhoo continue to mind your business as you always do and just let what anyone has to say roll off your shoulders; focus on maintaining balance whatever its mentally or physically

❤️‍🔥remember strategy against an opponent always isn’t about strength or blows, but about you yourself. You are the avatar of YOU, the master of elements📿

❤️‍🔥

🌸🌸

2️⃣

🌸you are 2 sides of a coin. On one side you peep everything without trying ; big Virgo and Scorpio energy. Most of the time you don’t consciously consider what you’ve noticed bc you know you’ll hyper fixate on it in the moment so you like to keep n the back of your mind until later to really decide what the heck just happened.

🌸 on the other side you are almost completely oblivious to the shade around you bc you’re a very sweet person and you just enjoy happiness. You have a lot of gratitude which protects you from low vibrational entities. It reminds me of a baby in a movie seeing a scary monster and wanting to pet it.

🌸based on that last example lol there may be blatant disrespect and shade that people are displaying towards you and eventually you’ll peep and try to self deprecate. Please don’t do that, that’s what they want.

🌸that (Blue) super full moon we just had conjunct Saturn wants you to work on your root chakra and heart chakra and to stop blaming yourself when people are mean or cruel. You are perfect there’s nothing wrong with you and if you are being ganged up on that’s bc you’re a strong force to be recockned with.

🌸you bother lame weak weird bishes soooo much, it makes you not want to be around others sometimes especially during this Virgo season bc Virgo is the hermit. And you’re all too familiar with going off the grid for your own peace and self discovery.

🌸you have a lot of self control and have been, will be, and or ARE purging anything that isn’t aligned with where you want to be. You may look at your social media timeline in annoyance or disgust and may just unconsciously take time away from media instance all together bc it’s getting kinda crazy out here.

🌸 I see you trying to spread the word of truth and divine consciousness to others and they’re just not getting it thru their thick skulls. It’s making you feel like your wasting your breath.

🌸 practice breath work and mind to muscle connection whether that’s pranayama breathing, yoga, Tai-Chi, reading, expanding your vocabulary, and picking up a new language. This will balance your brain hormones to gain back total self control and awareness .

🌸 you aren’t too intrigued and impressed with what the current state of the world has to offer nowadays. You’re really rare (as affordable health care lol like big Sean said 🤭)

🌸 you dress really nice and have a style of your OWN. Some people wear what they like and some wear what feels comfortable, you do both but not the way everyone else does. It’s hard for me to explain, but even if you’re wearing some of the most basic pieces of clothing, due to your personality, your sense of humor, your magnetic aura, and that je ne sais quoi you are alluring, magnetic, captivating, and radiant.

🌸 everyone is looking to be liked or accepted bc they’re finding themselves and most don’t like theirselves or are looking for the next person to be like. Be careful bc you attract energy vampires and weak spirits that look to leach off you.

🌸 anyone in a toxic energy especially new people you meet or randoms love bombing you are conduits for past life energies you’ve slain or have overthrown due to survival of the fittest. These entities are possessing these unhealed people to come back for vengeance but honestly as many times as you’ve overthrown those demons they can’t even compete with you; just keep alert you’ll probably laugh it off

🌸🌸

3️⃣

👁️👁️‍🗨️🧿

👁️ this is so funny because you’re always here for a good time not a long and bc of that you are being picked apart. Everyone wants to be weird towards you yet always wants you around bc you’re the main character and you’re the most interesting person in the room. So if you’re not around it isn’t the same, people need you to feel more secure, but in way that’s toxic to you.

👁️‍🗨️you have been actively pushing the boundaries just to see who has your best intentions. You have released fear and anxiety in attempts to fully live in your truth for yourself. Life is too short to live it for people who don’t want to accept you for you who are but instead try to fit you inside a box of their own standards. Continue to push the envelope of others standards even if it may start something bc that’s what happens wen you stand up for yourself against weak minded i individuals.

🧿 say “I live for my destiny. I release fear of judgement. I am focused on my highest good. I release attachment to whatever is causing me to second guess myself. I know what is best for me.”

👁️in the dreamworld you’ve been having those funny dreams again where you see people you haven’t spoken to or seen and probably have forgotten about. You’ve aligned somehow but the astral plane is a reflection of reality. The impression you leave is everlasting to where you’re reminisced about believe it or not. This is a way for people to spy on you, but a lot of people wear masks and wouldn’t openly tell you how great you are, how you inspire them, or how they truly felt in injustices of injustices against you due to their insecurities.

👁️‍🗨️protect yourself from the suns rays and mosquitoes, you are being spiritually attacked, anything will be used to weaken your defenses. Pay attention to esoteric and spiritual symbolism like random bugs n your house or flies and dead insects. One time I woke up and looked on my front porch there was a squirrel carcass. Protect your front door frame with salt.

🧿 everything you do is being criticized and although you may not care , it’s like an animal stalking it’s prey n the night, don’t find yourself slipping stay on your P’s and your Q’s. If you get into moods that aren’t normal like randomly feeling lethargic, sad, lonely, etc know this is how you’re being attacked and use selenite and quartz crystals, salts and salt baths to clear your energy.

👁️those who’ve done wrong by you will be receiving karma if they haven’t already bc these people’s hearts are not impure but their challenge was to choose the better path and instead they chose to rest in their lower desires aka demons

👁️‍🗨️you will be slaying alot of demons esp n the dream state and the funny thing is when you think of demon slayers like the anime or shows like supernatural, it won’t be from a dark shadow point of view. It’ll depict everyday life as in a conversation, or dealing with weirdo enemy who want to see you insecure vulnerable and broken

🧿someone was mean to you on purpose, probably bc their jealous. Half of them can’t help it, but at the same time we all have free will. You should check pile 2 bc I made a reference about a 2 sided coin. You have a strategy that others have failed to realize in the past. If everyone was playing a game for the sake of it, you have a game plan and now it’s like wen SpongeBob and Patrick wanted to look at Mr. krabs map. Bc you see the beauty in most things you wield a special power bc you are self led. Your ego doesn’t define you bc you control that bih. You use it to your advantage and no wen to play at the right time and wen to withdrawal. Whatever code they think they’re gonna steal from you it’s too late bc 1. They just can’t perform it properly but atp it’s game over.

👁️ beware of monitoring spirits like flies and gnats. Take note of what animals you come across in nature or constantly see in general, research the meaning of that spirit totem.

👁️👁️‍🗨️🧿

[kimetsu-chan]

~Zeno Headcanons~

A/N: headcanons for my lovely wife, @larz-barz! I will probably add to these every now and then, I’ll reblog it when I do!

It is no secret that Zeno is tall

Like, man is a giant

A whole 6’1”(or 6’2”, I can’t remember-)

Point I’m trying to make is, he likes to carry people around

Like, even if the person is taller than him or the same height, he will swoop up behind them and carry the bridal style

He also likes putting people on his shoulders

Especially kids

OH MY GOSH HE LOVES KIDS

He has no siblings, so when he interacts with young children, he gets really happy

He wants to have at least 2-3 kids so they won’t grow up lonely like he did

Zeno lore drop? 👀

Zeno has a very weak immune system, which was the cause of most of his loneliness

Super big lore drop, Zeno has lymphoma—

Its minor though, it doesn’t hinder him much besides making him get sick a lot

But his parents didn’t want to have more kids in case they had lymphoma too

And since he was sick often, he wasn’t allowed to play with other kids much as to not get them sick either

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH ZENO LORE FOR TODAY-

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR HIS ✨ MOMMY ISSUES ✨

*Ahem-*

ANYWAYS-

Zeno’s favorite food is Zosui, a Japanese rice soup!

He likes it because he learned to make it from a very young age (like… 9?) and his cousin taught him how to cook it

Zeno is very good at household chores. He cooks fairly often, even more so when he becomes a demon slayer since he’s out on his own

He also enjoys cleaning, finding the process rather satisfying

He also sewed his haori himself!

Zeno took a collection of fabric of his two favorite colors, and turned them into a haori

So in conclusion, the man is good housewife material

Someone better wife him up rn

*AHEM* Larz *AHEM*

….. yall hear smth?

Moving on, Zeno obviously is a very teasing dude

He LOVES to tease the living daylights outa people

Whether that be flirtatiously or not

But he is also, ✨ easily flustered ✨

Perfect combo, I know 😎

He’ll tell someone how cute/handsome/gorgeous they are without breaking a sweat

But the moment they throw it right back at him, he is suddenly a very blushy blushy boy o////o

He’d freeze for a few seconds then probably rub the back of his neck, a habit of his

OH YEAH

HE ALSO HAS VERY WARM HANDS

Larz can confirm, this is in one of our rps

His hands are like little heating packets

Oh, you’re shivering? Zeno to the rescue 🤩

GOSH IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS-

Zeno is a very pretty sleeper

Bro looks majestic in his sleep and I have a photo to prove it.

:>

Also yeah, he got some long lashes

Bro is just pretty 24/7

One thing that really irks Zeno, is when he gets accused of being a player/fboy bc of his personality

And yes, this has happened before

He was jokingly flirting with Aoi when he was helping her buy groceries and some random lady from the street stomped up to him and started lecturing him to “not play with a young lady’s heart”

Yeah-

Zeno has his own house(ik, weird for a 17yo)

But he stays there the days/nights he doesn’t have missions

He lives alone(poor lonely bby 😢) but likes to have people over often

He also likes to cook large portions of food and take them to the elderly people who live in his village, that way they get a free meal and they don’t have to eat alone(if they live alone)

He’s just a cutie patootie + bbg

A/N: THATS ALL FOR NOW, ILL ADD MORE WHEN I THINK OF THEM!

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Watching Chris Pontius in his new podcast has me feeling really soft. Would you feel comfortable writing Pontius x FtM trans! Reader fluff?

Sex on the Beach

Y/N loves visiting the beach but he doesn’t go there for swimming ;)

Chris Pontius X FtM!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1.3k Words

Warnings: Mention of sex, crude language, breakups, makeups, tooth rotting fluff

An: Thank you so much for your request!! I spent so long perfecting this idea so I apologize if it took a while XD I’ve actually had this fic concept stewing in my brain for almost a year now, and I’m so happy that I could finally put it to paper! Chris is just such a sweet guy and I adore writing for him! I know there’s a bit of a fic drought for all you Pontius fans so I hope this quenches your thirst for content! ;)

Whenever you had a day off, you would always end up at the beach. While you were never too partial towards it, you lived in California, so it would be impossible not to eventually end up there. Sitting in the warm sand with your I Pod, you’d look out at the foamy tide as it washed over the sand before retreating back into the water. It was calming, in a way, but after a few minutes the ocean bored you, so your attention drifted elsewhere. That’s how it all started, with watching the surfers that skimmed the aqua blue horizon line.

And you saw him, his board held under one arm as he walked up onto the beach, tan muscles glistening with the salty dew of the pacific. It was like staring at a Greek god, the way water dripped from his long hair down his toned back. He must’ve caught you staring (but who wouldn’t) because he shot a glance over at you, giving you this cute, kinda dorky smile, ��Hey!” Looking up at this captivating stranger like he was the only thing in the world, the only words you could muster in response were a shaky, “Hey.”

“So, y’like surfing?” He sat down next to you and, not wanting to sound like a total loser who just sat on the beach on their days off, you told him about half the truth, “Not really, nah…I’m not super into it, but I've always been kinda interested.” It was like he glowed gold, like he was made out of the sand he was sitting in, not at all discouraged by your shyness, “Ah, that’s cool! I could totally teach you sometime. I’m here all the time cause’ I live pretty close by.” You turned in the direction he gestured with his thumb- up a sand dune towards…the parking lot? You didn’t question it.

And you ended up talking for a while. Hours, actually, until the beach went cold as the sun began to turn amber and sink below the horizon. You learned a lot about him- his name was Chris, he was vegetarian, and when he wasn’t surfing he was working at the Lary Flynt building downtown on some skateboarding magazine. Maybe you’d pick an issue up, you thought. There was just something that attracted you to him, someone you found so endearing, so cute about him, and of course that fact that he had a body like that didn't hurt either. Feeling the wind chill, you rubbed your hands on your arms in an attempt to warm up. Chris noticed this, “Hey, if you’re cold, we could always head back to my place?” It was like he read your mind. Blushing a little, you nodded, “Uh, yeah! Sure!” You hoped that he wasn't one of those charming serial killers you hear about on the news- it’s not everyday that you go back to someone’s house you just meet on the beach. And after talking to him for about two hours, he did seem earnest enough, so you agreed.

You didn’t expect his house to have a rear view mirror. Or a transponder key. Usually, most people would see living out of a van as maybe a red flag, but you just couldn’t say no to that face as he popped the back open, looking over his shoulder at you with that goofy smile, “Come on in!”

And so you fucked. Regularly, after a while. Well not like clockwork, but there was sort of a routine- every time you had a day off work, you’d head down to the beach, and he was always there, all sandy and sun kissed waiting for you. Then the two of you would head up to his van, the Shaggin’ Wagon as you affectionately dubbed it, and he’d already have the seats laid back. And when you were done, Chris would drive on over to the McDonald’s and buy you breakfast like a gentleman.

You could feel the heat radiating off of the dark, late day asphalt as you dangled your bare feet out the open side door, Chris’ shirt lazily slumping off of your shoulders. Climbing back and taking a seat beside you, he passed you the warm white paper bag that you fished around in, grabbing your Sausage McMuffin. Peeling away the wrapper, you took a huge bite out of one end and brushed the semolina flour off of your shorts.

See, that’s the thing you really loved about him- Chris was the most chill person you had ever met. Hell, he’s a vegetarian and you were eating a sausage McMuffin next to him, and he was completely unbothered! He sorta had a ‘It’s cool, you do you’ attitude about everything. With Chris, nothing really mattered. But what started out as casual sex eventually turned into some sort of pseudo-relationship. Screwing and breakfast turned into actual meals together, dessert included.

You didn’t know what time it was when you sat together in a booth at Denny’s, but it was late enough that you were the only people in the restaurant, so probably in the early AMs. Staring down at your plate, you noticed that you had barely touched your Dennyburger, anxiety cloying in your throat, before you finally spoke up, “I, uh…” stopping to clear your throat, you continued, a little apprehensive for how he may react, “I don’t think this is gonna work out. I-I mean, I guess I just want something more serious, and…I don’t really see this getting serious.”

But he wasn’t upset. Chris just looked at you like he understood everything without you having to say another word. He smiled a little at you as he sat back in the shiny red leather booth, “It’s alright. I get it!” You hadn’t had a single boyfriend be so accepting of you breaking up with them before, but you weren’t going to say that. “But,” Leaning a bit forward, one elbow on the sticky tabletop, he added with a wink, “If you ever wanna meet up again, you know where to find me, okay?”

It would be a couple years before Chris would cross your mind again. You’d gotten a better job and finished school, but you’d also had a few lonely nights. Well, maybe more than a few. The sky was that rich, saffron color as you shifted your car into park, stepping out onto the pavement and looking down at the beach with baited breath, nervous for what may wait for you below the dunes. As your step shifted uncomfortably over the sand, it felt like everything was all the same as the last time you and Chris were there, like every grain of sand was frozen in time, waiting for you.

And there he was, standing behind the counter of the surf shack, waxing a board. Shirtless as ever, his hair was tied back, a little longer since you last saw him, concentrating so hard that he didn’t even notice you until you walked closer, leaning over him enough to cast a shadow. Chris’ eyes caught yours and you felt a wave of emotions wash over you at the little glimmer you saw in them when you made eye contact. It took a second for you to get the words out, but they eventually squirmed their way out of your throat, “Hey.” You watched his face soften a little as the eye contact settled in, “Hey!”

Leaning back a little, he paused, a warm smile spreading across his face as he held himself up against the back counter, quirking a playful eyebrow, “So…y’like surfing?” God, it was like you were falling in love all over again. Your heart throbbed in your chest and you swallowed a little before speaking up, “No…but I might wanna give it a try.”

[justkending]

Finding Memories. Chapter 9.

Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 3400+

TW: Torture, cussing, and blood. 

A/N: OMG we reacher over 3,000 followers the other day! I’m just now seeing cause I haven’t had time to write or post and am so excited for the milestone!! I promise to write a one-shot or drabble as a gift from me to you once I have an idea spark;) You all are amazing and so super supportive in my writing journey and I don’t know how to thank you for it. Truly. You’ve all helped me grown and stayed by my side as my writing skills develop. Love love love you!!! xoxoxo

Chapter 9:

"Hey," Steve nodded Bucky's way once he walked into the hallway of the med bay.

In front of them was the small window that peered into the assailant Y/N had put in this hospital bed. She was awake and had a nurse next to her checking her vitals and doing some tests.

"Hey," Bucky nodded back, joining his friend as they watched from the outside. "What has she said so far?"

"Not as much as you think," Steve sighed, his arms across his chest rising and falling with his breath. "She was a little freaked out when she woke up. Couldn't remember much at the moment."

"But it started coming back to her," Bucky put together. "She panic?"

"To put it lightly," Steve nodded. "Nurses had to sedate her some to calm her down. But she did rush out saying that she didn't mean to do it. She didn't want to do it. It was part of their plan."

"I'm going to assume we don't know who they are," he replied with a small hint of annoyance.

"We are 99% sure that it has to do with Y/N's previous captors, but we haven't got a real confirmation on that just yet." Steve hung his head before turning to Bucky finally. "I've seen fear and regret in more ways than one. I can say that whatever that girl did, there's a good chance it wasn't by her own will."

"Mind control? Manipulation?" Bucky listed. "Pure terror? What pushed her to ambush us at the museum?"

"That's what I hope we can figure out," Steve answered. "From what I gathered, I don't think she wanted to do anything she did."

"She was the muscle. If you saw the hold she had on Y/N then, you wouldn't think it wasn't intentional."

"The things mind control and threatening someone's life can do to a person's free will," Steve added, giving Bucky a look.

Bucky rolled his eyes and never looked his friend's way knowing he would have a look about him that showed he had to go into this without any biases.

He knew Bucky was a little close to the case with Y/N being the one attacked, but he also knew they weren't going to get answers if they didn't take a step away from the prejudice he held.

"When can we go in?" Bucky asked, sidestepping his intense stare.

"As soon as they finish the test," he answered. "Where did you end up finding Y/N?"

Bucky was happy about the change of topic, especially since he was trying to figure out the strange occurrence.

"She was in the gym with Romanoff and Maximoff," he answered, turning and giving him a confused look.

"Is that shocking?" Steve asked, confused why it would be.

"She was practicing self-defense with them," Bucky added. Again he waited for a reaction and Steve just blinked.

"And that's bad because..."

"It's not bad," Bucky groaned. "It's just surprising."

"Yeah maybe, but it makes sense that she would want to learn a few ways to feel safer after the surprise she encountered the other night. And wouldn't you prefer she knew how to keep herself safe if the situation was to present itself," Steve shrugged.

"I never said I didn't think it was a good idea, I'm just surprised it was her idea." He ran a hand through his beard, still staring at the glass window. "I guess the idea of putting herself in the same space where Nat would be throwing punches, just never occurred to me to be a situation she would want to put herself in."

Steve nodded, seeing where he was coming from, but like the friend he was, he knew how to make Bucky see both sides when he was struggling to.

"There is still a lot we don't know about her though, Buck. We don't even know what she did to make this woman forget whatever headspace she was in before," he motioned to the distressed woman in the hospital bed. "There are a lot of things we still have to figure out about her. A little over a week doesn't give us nearly as much information as we think."

He wasn't wrong. A part of Bucky felt like because he was her first ally in the group, he had learned behaviors and details about her most didn't know. But it really had only been a week and 5 days. There were still so many things he didn't know about her. Things she was trying to figure out herself.

Maybe her idea with Nat and Wanda wasn't as far-fetched as he thought.

____________________________

Quickly after hearing the knock at her door, Y/N let Nat come in.

"Where's Wanda?"

"She said she got a call from Bruce and was going to come after that."

The two quickly got situated in the bathroom. Y/N leaned her back on the counter and Nat sat on top of the closed toilet.

They were going to just talk on the bed, but the likelihood of a certain super soldier hearing their conversation through the one-door panel wasn't unlikely.

Y/N rehashed the early morning practice and what could have caused her power to trigger.

"So what I'm hearing is anything that gives you flashbacks has the possibility to bring your secret second power out," Nat concluded. "And what you want to do is keep practicing until more answers come forward."

"Yes..."

"But you don't want to practice with me because you're afraid you'll hurt me," Nat sent a raised eyebrow her way.

"Yes," Y/N nodded, more sure of her answer to that question. "Whatever happened in there was more than just a good punch and far from a calculated attack. I don't want to risk something even stronger than that coming out, knowing it would be my fault if you were to get hurt."

"You'd be shocked at what I can handle," Natasha smirked. "However, I may be tough, but I'm not stupid. We don't know the boundaries of where your enhancements start and begin. I think someone who could actually counter with something as powerful, or similar, would be a better opponent to you."

"Who were you thinking about?"

"How much of Wanda's powers have you seen?" she smirked.

"Um, she helped me go to sleep the other night," Y/N answered. "I know she has a thing that she can do with mind control."

"Oh, wow. So you only know a fraction of what she can do."

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked with a new spark of interest.

"Yeah, I'm not even going to try and explain that. She can tell you when she gets back," Nat waved off. "But are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Do I have much else of a choice?" she asked.

"There's always a choice," Nat smiled empathetically. "But if this is how you want to go about it. Do it."

Y/N sat silently thinking through her next step. It was the one she wanted to take. A small part of her was curious to know what she was capable of, but the bigger part of her was worried about what could come out of it.

Either way, she wanted to figure it out and she was willing to try anything that could help.

"Now quick question," Nat hummed, looking at Y/N. "Have you by chance considered bangs? I think with that look, you could totally pull it off."

"You have pictures?" she asked.

"Multiple."

"Let's see them."

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After the nurse ran all the tests, she gave the men the go-ahead for visitors.

Beforehand, the detainee had been questioned by a few agents who were with her when she woke up. Now Captain America and The Winter Soldier were standing in front of her, in a stance that showed they came for answers.

Which explained why all of a sudden she had gone quiet and looked like she was going to pass out at the thought of being questioned by the two Avengers.

"Just to clarify, no one is here to hurt you. We just want answers to some questions we have," Steve started out.

Though the softer one of the two, he still had a look that was intimidating and showed he was there for business.

She nodded in response, still not trusting her voice at the moment.

"Our agents told us that you said you never meant any harm to the girl you attacked that night," Bucky stated. "Is that true?"

She looked back and forth between both broad structures of men in fear but eventually nodded.

"If you didn't mean harm, what do you call trapping her in a bathroom and trying to pin her down to inject her with date rape drugs on steroids?" he added with an unreadable expression.

Though his posture and facial expression never strayed from his intimidating look, she could tell the question was one that touched a nerve.

"I was told I had to. I didn't have much of an option," she replied meekly.

"Why's that?" Steve jumped in.

She looked quickly back to him and shifted in her bed uncomfortably.

"Listen, everything I'm about to say is going to sound like I'm trying to cover my ass and come up with some excuse that will keep me from dying in this place," she rushed out. "But please trust me when I say, I didn't want to do anything I was asked to. It was like I didn't have control over my own actions."

Steve and Bucky both listened to her heart rate and from the consistency of it, she wasn't lying. So the question now was, how?

"I still haven't pieced together the how of it all," she continued, making Bucky and Steve share a look. "All I know is, I had the assignment to capture her and bring her back to a disclosed location. I wouldn't know where to until the first part of the mission was complete."

Well, there goes that valuable piece of information...

"You said you didn't want to do any of the things you did and that you had no control over your actions. Break that down for us," Bucky asked after a second of silence.

She turned to the solemn soldier and nodded slowly in a nervous manner.

"I wish I could tell you more, but the majority of the information on how they go about manipulating us is kept away from us. If you educate your captives on how you control them, that piece of control is no longer able to be manipulated." 

She answered that last part with the tone of an agent telling a mission report. Straight, with no emotion, and a practiced speech.

Steve and Bucky sent another gaze but with more confusion this time around.

"Is that what they told you?" Steve asked.

She seemed to snap out of what was probably a flashback and she blinked a few times before answering.

"It was a rough translation of the things they told us," she mumbled.

The pieces of her memories much like Y/N were piecing back to her, but clearly at a much faster rate. Bucky frowned at this, putting clues and hints together quickly while Steve continued to question her.

"What about the girl you went after? Do you know her or anything about her?"

Her eyes closed, having to think back to specifics she wasn't sure if she could remember yet.

"She was dangerous. That's why we had the injections that we had," she answered. "We were told our only chance against her would be if she was unconscious." The corner of her eyes crinkled some as she thought back to her mission.

"Why was she dangerous?" Steve continued.

She didn't answer immediately. A face of pure confusion appeared and it was like the question came out of the left field.

"I don't... know?" she said. "I truly couldn't tell you why she was dangerous."

The boys had a small look of defeat and mainly frustration at the answer. And she could see on their face that wasn't the answer they were hoping for.

"I'm sorry. Truly... It may come back to me, but a majority of the people like me, sent to kidnap or finish a mission, are never told details. It's part of their operation," she explained, when Bucky gave her a confused look, she took it as a note to continue. "Whatever handling they have done on us makes all the work on their end easy. They hand us a paper with someone's identity, address, passwords, whereabouts, and everything we need, and we're told to follow the mission. Each time without a single question asked."

"How many others are there like you?" Steve asked.

"I don't know the answer to that either..." she replied with her eyes showing anxiety at no longer being a help to the two. But then she remembered something. "But I can tell you that some are hired. Not raised and trained in the facility."

"If they're outside help, are they manipulated as well?" Steve followed up.

"Depends on the person I think. I know some people whose only form of income is these types of missions. They don't have to worry about them asking questions and telling secrets. They get the job done and go about their life afterward... But if it's an inside job, then they have an insider handle it for extra security."

"So you're from the inside of the facility?" Bucky stood up. She nodded. "And you don't remember anything outside of your assignment?"

"Not at the moment, no. But things have been coming back to me a lot more since I've woken up," she replied sheepishly. "I promise I can be of help if you guys give me the chance."

Steve and Bucky picked up on the terror in her voice of the possibility of going back to where she just escaped. If it was anything like Y/N, it was a cold dark cell with doctors and scientists who had horrible bedside manners.

Her offer of help wasn't for them. It was for her own safety and freedom.

"It's ok. You've helped with what you've given us. A little more rest and hopefully you'll remember more details," Steve replied, giving her some form of peace. "But you will be under constant supervision as will your friend."

"My friend?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Your partner," Bucky said.

"Oh, right," she nodded before starting to fidget with her hands. "How is she?"

"She'll be ok. Needs rest like you," Steve answered.

Steve and Bucky asked their final questions and left to give her rest.

"Seems genuine," Bucky sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "But definitely not what I was expecting to hear."

"Feels like we have more to sort through than what we started with," Steve crossed his arms. "But we did confirm their intentions. The only thing that would help outside of that was why Y/N is labeled as dangerous."

"Question of the hour," Bucky hung his head in defeat. "The only form of danger I can associate her with would be her fighting back against her captors. I mean I would label someone dangerous too if they fought back and held the potential power Y/N supposedly holds."

Steve could feel the irritation from all the unanswered questions bubbling with each new problem they had to solve. But he could also tell that the brand of being the dangerous target that Y/N was, was one that could never add up in his friend's head. Thus making it hard to see different aspects of the case they were trying to solve.

"Listen, I'm going to go fill some people in on what we got from that conversation. Why don't you go make some dinner and call it an early night for yourself?" Steve offered. "Or you can go and find Y/N and fill her in if you think she's ready."

Bucky considered both options and without telling him which one he was going to follow through with, he waved Steve bye as they went separate ways.

He did end up making dinner and was lucky enough to hear the shuffles of Y/N's sock-covered feet make their way to the kitchen just as he turned the stove to a low setting for the soup to simmer.

"Hey, how was your nap-," he cut himself off when he looked up at her and saw the newest transformation to her hair since this morning. "Whoa," he smiled at her. "You changed your hair again."

She smiled softly at his comment and shook her head out, still trying to get a feel for the bangs laying on her forehead.

"Nat's idea. I can't say it was a bad one though," she replied, tucking her hair behind one ear and letting the rest frame her face nicely. The cut really was a good fit for her.

(Inspirations)

"I would have to agree," he smiled as she sat on the barstool in front of him. "Hungry?"

She rested her head in her hand and nodded before yawning.

"As for the nap question from earlier," she let out a breath through her nose as she got comfortable in her seat. "I ended up falling down a bottomless pit of Buzzfeed quizzes." Of course after her meeting with Natasha, but he didn't need to know that yet.

"Really?" Bucky couldn't hold back the chuckle while he moved to get the bowls and silverware for them. "Who introduced you to that black hole?"

"Peter," she smiled. "It was actually sweet. He said it was a good way to figure out some things about myself and to also learn some pop culture references."

"And?"

"Well, based on the dream home I built, my aura color is purple. I learned I would be tomato and basil soup based on the Disney princesses I listed from most to least favorite. The obscure pet I should own based on my TV show likes and dislikes is a caracal. Which I did have to look up because I've never heard of them, but they're cute little wild cats that were highlighted in animals you should NOT have as a pet," she had a look at the irony. "Oh and if I were to move anywhere, I apparently should move to Greece at some point in my life because it goes hand in hand with the type of plants I could name in a thirty-second time frame."

He gave her a blank look beside a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds..." he didn't know how to finish that.

"Promising? Yeah, for sure," she laughed, shaking her head. "Can't say it would be the best place to make life decisions on, but I can't say Peter was wrong about the pop-culture aspect. There was probably more research going on than quiz taking."

"Added bonus, I guess," Bucky nodded, pouring a bowl of soup and handing it over to her. "Now it isn't tomato basil soup, but it is an old family recipe. My mom used to make it on cold mornings like this."

Y/N carefully took the bowl and stirred the liquid with her spoon seeing the steam rise. She took a whiff of it and noticed all kinds of chunked ingredients.

"It smells really good," she hummed. "What is it?"

"It's a stew of sorts. Basically whatever was about to go bad in the fridge at the time was thrown into a pot with complimentary seasonings. It somehow always ended up better than any measured recipe."

Chopped potatoes, rotisserie chicken, some carrots, basil, and loads of other random ingredients and seasonings make it the stew of comfort foods.

She took a careful bite not to burn herself and looked up at Bucky with a grin.

"This is really good," she said, covering her mouth.

"I'm glad to hear it," he chuckled, pouring his own bowl and moving to sit next to her.

The two sat for a while and ate in between conversations. Mainly just casual talk as Bucky wanted to continue to get to know her as a person and not just a case number.

But the time would soon come when he needed to update her on everything they were slowly learning.

She deserved to know about the people who attacked them and what their intentions were. She deserved to know that the people who were looking for her, probably wouldn't stop anytime soon. She deserved to know who she was and what she was capable of.

But some of those things were pieces to the puzzle no one had found out yet...

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[jewwyfeesh]

Dessert Crisis 5

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Sakuma Ritsu, Suou Tsukasa

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Tsukasa: When it comes to kyūdō technique, there are 8 steps to undertake when shooting an arrow. Namely: ashibumi, dōzukuri, yugamae, uchiokoshi, hikiwake, kai, hanare, and zanshin.[1]

Season: Spring Location: Yumenosaki Academy Archery Ground

Tsukasa: Hold your breath. Concentrate…

It’s still a little slanted. Looks like I’ll still need to work on that.

Let’s try one more time. After all, the saying goes, “Skill comes from practice, and diligence cures clumsiness.”

Uwah, Ritsu-senpai! Please don’t stand there all of a sudden, it’s very Dangerous!

Ritsu: Turns out Suu~chan’s at the Archery Club~

Tsukasa: There’s still some time before Knights’ work, so I decided to come here to do some independent practice.

Ritsu: Oh? Is shooting arrows really that interesting? I wanna try.

Suu~chan, teach me ♪

Tsukasa: You’re holding me in too high of an esteem, Ritsu-senpai. I still have much to learn and improve on. However, I can tell you about the basics.

When it comes to kyūdō technique, there are 8 steps to undertake when shooting an arrow. Namely: ashibumi, dōzukuri, yugamae, uchiokoshi, hikiwake, kai, hanare, and zanshin.[1]

Ritsu: Ah, it sounds super troublesome~ Could you explain them in simpler terms?

Tsukasa: Mm, if we use popular terms to explain it, it would be posture, nocking an arrow, and shooting an arrow.

Please allow me to demonstrate it for you.

One’s posture needs to be like this. And when you’re nocking the arrow, it’s like that. After, you’ll raise the bow, draw the arrow, and concentrate, aiming at the centre of your target. You need to stabilize your body and your breathing, and calm your mind. Only then, release the bow string, maintaining this position for a few seconds after.

This is one whole process.

Frankly speaking, kyūdō actually places a lot of emphasis on moral and spiritual cultivation, but for beginners… How about learning the ‘forms’ first?

Ritsu: Seems like Suu~chan really knows his stuff. Although it sounds very tedious, I still want to give it a go.

Tsukasa: Please wait a moment, I’ll help you put on the protective equipment.

Alright, this should do.

Ritsu: I remember Suu~chan’s posture was something like that… Nock the arrow, and raise the bow like so…

Tsukasa: Wait, kindly allow me to adjust your position.

Your foot should be a little further back, but your upper body’s posture is pretty good.

Ritsu: Suu~chan looks rather pleased. Do you feel a sense of satisfaction when you teach your seniors things?

Tsukasa: Ah, no no no… The most important thing is to let others experience the things that I like – that’s what makes me very happy.

Although… There’s also the factors you mentioned.

Okay, Ritsu-senpai, now you can raise your hand and draw the bow; but please don’t release it just yet. I would like to have a look at your posture when you shoot the arrow.

Ritsu: Mmkay. I’ll draw~

Tsukasa: Good, this is the feeling. Following this, you need to concentrate, aim for the target, then release.

Ritsu: Aim… and shoot!

Tsukasa: Ah, that’s a shame, you’re only a little off. Try again – it should be better.

Ritsu: It’s okay, I’ll pass. I’ll come and play with you another time. I’m a little tired now, and the sleepiness interfered with my shot earlier on.

So I might as well get on with what I came here to do.

Tsukasa: Business? That’s right… Ritsu-senpai, why did you come down to the Archery Grounds for?

Ritsu: It’s like this – I made some new snacks, but ended up making too many. So I’ve come over to deliver these to you, Suu~chan, and also to hear what you think of them.

After all, you have eaten the stuff I’ve baked previously.

Tsukasa: B-but… Um…

Ritsu: Your senior specifically came over to request for your assistance, but you’re unwilling to help?

Tsukasa: N-n-no, it’s not that…

Ritsu: Oh, I understand… How could the warm-hearted Suu~chan not help me?

Come, have a bite~

Tsukasa: (To be honest, I ate a few too many of Ritsu-senpai’s desserts earlier on… So now I’m too full to eat any more…)

(But if it’s just a nibble, I may very well be able to force it down.)

Ah, then… Ritsu-senpai, please don’t mind if I do.

There is a significant improvement in this round of desserts as compared to previous rounds.

It doesn’t matter if it’s the taste, the softness or the duration it’s been baked – they are all just right.

Ritsu: Oh? Is that so? That’s good to hear.

Yaaawn~ Though I’m really sleepy now, so I won’t hang around here.

Seeing how much you like these, guess you can have the whole bunch~

Tsukasa: B-but…

And… he’s gone, just like that. What am I going to do with all of these desserts? Just thinking about it makes my head hurt.

Ritsu: There’s still some left to give away, but I’m also very tired… Lemme think… What are some places suitable for sleeping?

Oh! I know. Time to go look for Mikarin~ Not to mention, it is quieter in the Handicrafts Club Room[2] ♪

Translator's notes: [1] He's talking about the hassetsu, or "Eight Stages of Shooting" associated with kyūdō. They are as follows:

1. ashibumi, the placing of the foot;

2. dōzukuri, straightening of the body;

3. yugamae, the readying of the bow and adjustment of grip;

4. uchiokoshi, the raising of the bow until the arrow is above one’s head;

5. hikiwake, the initial draw of the bow till about halfway;

6. kai, the full draw of the bow and aiming;

7. hanare, the release of the bowstring and arrow;

8. zanshin, where one stands in release position and meditate on the shot, then assume a bowing position towards the target.

(Adapted from Wikipedia)

[2] Potentially a reference to Sakura & Rose Chapter 2, where Ritsu crashes the Handicrafts Club Room in search of Mika.

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Backache

Pairing: Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Female

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut, kind of voyeurism, fluff.

I let out a high groan when I tried in vain to hit the punching bag in the Tower’s gym. All my back muscles complained as I tried again to hit the blue bag without success. After our last mission, I had several muscle contractions on my back, mostly on my cervical and upper back. I could have gone to the amazing doctors and masseuses we have here in Avengers Tower, but I was too sensitive with my back. I wouldn’t let almost anybody touch it when I was in pain. I tried to give myself a massage without success and now I tried to do some exercises and the results were the same. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t sleep anymore, which made me grumpy, which made me try to let out my anger in the gym, which in turn made me hurt even more. The weather wasn’t helping either. It was 38°C outside. Granted, we had air conditioning in the building, but the wetness that signalled rain didn’t help at all. If something, every single thing that was happening at that moment was making me furious. Furious at the weather, furious at the punching bag, furious at my body, just furious.

“Hello, darling,” the voice came from behind me and I just groaned again. Loki just chuckled. “What seems to be the matter, kitten?” He enjoyed using that term with me, even when I have told him countless times that I didn’t. Not one bit. The goosebumps were surely caused by the air conditioning.

“You are lucky enough that I can’t throw a good punch today,” I answered him grumpily. I could feel him getting closer to where I was standing and I just hugged the punching bag. “And will you ever drop the stupid nicknames and call me by my name?” I asked trying to turn my head towards him. Bad decision. I groaned again.

“Kat, are you injured?” Loki walked until he was standing next to me, on the side where I could face him. Concern clouded his features, and damn him, was he hot.

“No,” I answered weakly but before he could come closer, I continued. “I just have several contractures on my back from our last mission.”

“Why didn’t you go to the doctor’s, kitten?” I was about to reply with a sarcastic comment but when I looked at his worried green eyes, I couldn’t. It wasn’t usual that he showed this side of himself.

“I am not comfortable with people giving me massages…” I answered shyly as I bit my lower lip and felt my cheeks turning red. “And the hot weather is not helping at all,” I added even when I didn’t need to. Loki gave me a small smile, nodding knowingly.

“Would you let me? I learned a lot about contractures when I was younger since I didn’t like people touching me too much. I promise that if it hurts too much, I’ll stop,” He offered with a kind smile. I was really desperate. Besides, I have always wondered how his big, veiny, sexy hands would feel on my skin.

I nodded, biting my lip. Loki gave me a warm smile, showing his perfectly white teeth. He walked around until he stood right behind me and then grabbed my ponytail softly to move it to one side of my neck. I gasped when his cold hand touched my nape for the first time and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when he applied pressure to my aching areas. God, his massages were perfect and my moans increased in volume as time passed by.

“Does it hurt, kitten?” He growled in my ear, getting his body too close to mine for me to think clearly. He seemed breathless and I wondered why. It wasn’t as if he were making that much of an effort with his super god-like strength.

“N-no, Loki…” I answered in a low whisper gasping and moaning at his ministrations. He was too good at doing this. I wonder what other things he may be good at with those hands… The thought interrupted my head as I tried to concentrate on giving him a complete answer. “It feels good…” He let out a low chuckle.

“I’m happy to help you, darling,” he kept his movements on my back and I couldn’t help moaning again. “Do you want me to stop, Kat?” There was something sexy in the way he pronounced my name that time, the way those three letters rolled out of his tongue in a low rumble against my ear. It had me shivering. I was sure he noticed it, but I didn’t care at the moment.

“N-no, Loki, please, don’t stop…” I moaned and I thought I heard him grunt behind me.

“I cannot pretend anymore,” he whispered in my ear as his hands travelled to each side of my waist. My heart throbbed against my chest and my breathing became as hectic as his. “May I kiss you, Kat? I swear that if you refuse, nothing will change. But I cannot be this close to you without letting you know how I feel.”

My breath got stuck in my throat and I couldn’t find my voice to answer him. I wanted him to kiss me so badly that I could have fainted right there. I managed to nod slightly as I forgot how to breathe. I lost track of time and place when he moved his lips slowly from my ear to my cheek, where he kissed me sweetly. Not caring at all about my stupid pain in the neck, I moved my head in his direction. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I closed the gap between our lips and joined them in a mellow and slow kiss. Loki joined both his hands on my belly as he kissed me back, and I put one of mine on his nape, entwining my fingers in some of his soft, curly hair. Our lips moved together as our kiss continued to grow in intensity. The world around me started to fade as I could only focus on the way he skilfully kissed me. I felt on my back how his chest was rising and falling as he was heaving and so was I.

My heart was out of control. My mind could only focus on the way his lips moved on mine. It was addicting. I could never kiss anyone else nor I wanted to. Loki passed his tongue through my lower lip, asking me for permission, and I had opened my mouth before he finished his movement. Our tongues met and so did our bodies as he turned me around and embraced me tightly against him. I glued my body to his, passing my arms behind his head and he grunted. Loki joined his hands on my lower back as his mouth kept attacking mine in a good way. My lungs began to complain about the lack of oxygen, but I didn’t care as long as Loki’s lips, tongue and hands were on my body. I shivered when one of his cold hands went up my spine. I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper when he pulled back from our kiss. He smiled as he rested his forehead on mine, both of us trying to recover our normal breathing pace.

“Do you want to take this further, kitten?” His low voice was driving me insane. I tried to get closer to him, even when it was physically impossible.

“Yes. I want to take every step of the way with you and you only,” I reassured him, nodding enthusiastically.

Loki gave me a wide smile before he lifted me a little and joined our lips again. He walked around the gym until we reached the mat area. He let himself fall against one of them, never stopping our kiss. I was on top of him and I caressed his strong chest through his dry-fit short-sleeved tight black gym t-shirt. He caressed my back which was easy since my gym clothes consisted of a sports bra and shorts. There was a nagging thought in the back of my mind that I should be worried about something, but when his tongue was inside my mouth again, all my thoughts disappeared.

Quickly, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and started to pull it up trying to caress his body at the same time. My breath caught in my throat again when I looked at him shirtless and out of breath below me. All mine to devour, I thought while biting my lower lip and admiring his pale, lean and strong frame. I wanted to taste it all. I just didn’t know where to start or if he’d let me have my way.

“All yours, Kat,” Loki purred as he caressed my bare lower back.

I felt like a child on Christmas morning. I traced every single line of his well-defined torso with my index finger. I did the same with my mouth and then with my tongue, licking him until the beginning of his happy trail since his black trousers wouldn’t let me go further down. I felt Loki’s muscles contract under my touch, kisses and licks, and I took mental notes of where his breath quickened. He kept his hands on my hips, letting me do what I wanted with him. The thrill I felt was incomparable, I never felt something like that in my whole life. 

I wanted to know how he was feeling, if he was enjoying himself as much as I was. However, I knew that he probably wouldn’t tell me if I ask him since he didn’t like talking about feelings -no matter how good they could be. Out of curiosity, I rolled my hips on his. We both groaned at my movement. His hard cock below my already wet, clothed core was almost too much to bear. I felt my inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate to feel his cock inside me. I did it again. And again. And again. It got to a point where I had to put my hands on the mat at each side of his head and his dishevelled black hair to find stability. We were both panting messes and both his hands came to my upper back to hold me against him. After so many years, I knew what he wanted and at that time, I would have given him anything he asked for. He didn’t even need to mutter the words. 

“Loki, I beg you. Take me and make me yours,” I pleaded, a small whimper escaping my lips once I finished my sentence.

The god below me let out a growl, his green eyes darkening with hunger and lust. He looked at me as if I were a fucking goddess and that turned me on more than I already was. I was sure he could undress me with his magic if he wanted to, but he took his precious time taking off my shorts and the pathetic excuse of panties I was wearing that day. I was mortified, but in my defence, I was just going to the gym. I wasn’t expecting to have sex with the sexiest god in the fucking universe. While he was taking care of my panties, he kissed with his mouth open my inner tights, surely leaving marks and arousing me to a point where I desperately needed him. I felt as if Loki were my air, my oxygen to breathe. I couldn’t live a second more without him. He teased my inner lips with two of his long fingers, collecting my fluids as he caressed every point to get me even wetter than I already was. He was going to drive me insane, I was sure of that, but before it could happen, I would have my way with him. So with the few sane brain cells that I had left, I tugged his black cotton trousers down to his knees, freeing his cock. 

God.     

I have never thought that a cock could be beautiful, but Loki’s was without a doubt. It was the biggest I’ve ever seen in real life. The head was glistening with pre-cum already leaking, a few tempting drops falling down his whole length. He was veiny, but not too much, and it was very red as if he were going to explode any moment now. At least we feel the same, I thought as I unconsciously rode his fingers which were now inside me. Loki stretched me as he softly bit my nipples through my sports bra. I moaned and moaned, feeling like an animal in heat. 

Finally, he took his fingers out of me, licking them clean while his back rested once again on the blue mat on the floor. I descended on his cock, arching my back and moaning his name as loud as my vocal cords would allow me. I stayed still, my hips completely glued to his, both of us breathing hard. I opened my eyes slowly to find his bright green eyes full of adoration and lust at the same time. I didn’t know those two emotions could co-exist. I moved upwards tentatively, putting my hands on his chest, and then went down again, making us grunt and moan at the same time. I started a slow rhythm of movements since I needed to adjust to his big member, but soon it wasn’t enough. I needed more. So I started to move faster which made our moans get higher. Loki grabbed each side of my hips to help me, and he moved his hips in sync with mine, taking our pleasure to a new level. As I threw my head backwards, I felt him sitting again, his hands moving from my hips to my back, and his teeth biting my neck. This new angle allowed him to thrust all the way inside me, hitting my g-spot with his cockhead with each movement. I howled in pleasure with all the new sensations that he was giving me. As my pleasure increased, I started to scratch his chest and upper back without even noticing it. Maybe now his ‘kitten’ nickname was appropriate.

When he was satisfied with his markings and kisses, Loki laid down again. He took me with him this time and this new angle drove me completely insane. I felt my orgasm approaching fast as our movements became faster but less coordinated. Our mouths met each other in a mix of tongues and teeth as we swallowed each other’s moans. Loki’s were so guttural and sexy, I would never get tired of hearing them. All my inner muscles started to clench around his big cock and I had to let go of his mouth because I couldn’t moan enough while my orgasm was approaching faster and faster.

“Let go, Kat. Cum for me,” Loki ordered in between his moans.

I cum right after his order as if I was waiting for him to let me. He finished straight after me, filling me with his semen. I rested my head on his chest as I enjoyed my post-orgasm feeling. I heard his rapid heartbeat against my ear and he hugged me tightly against him. We both tried to calm our hectic breathing as we came back to the real world.

“I guess now you have a good reason to call me kitten,” I caressed the scratching marks I had left on his chest right next to my face. He chuckled as he hugged me, placing his big hands on my bare back.

“You were always my kitten and will always be, Kat,” he caressed my back. As all my senses came back to me, I rested my weight on my elbow and look at him in the eyes, panicked. “What’s wrong, kitten?” Loki asked looking at me worried and hugging me tighter.

“The security cameras, Loki! I knew there was something wrong, now everybody will have their own porn tape of us!” Loki chuckled and relaxed his hold on me. I looked at him confused, why wasn’t he worried? Did he want everybody in the Tower to see us having sex?

“Kitten, I am a lot of disgusting things. Some, including myself, would even say I am a monster. But I would never share what is mine. Is that selfish? Maybe. But, in this case, I took care of the cameras and soundproofed the room so we wouldn’t have any restrictions. Why did you think I didn’t make your clothes disappear?” He chuckled again. I relaxed again.

“You could’ve told me sooner, dummy, I almost died for a moment there,” I chuckled and he rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his beautiful lips. “Now, will you please take me to your bedroom?” I bit down my lower lip.

“As you please, kitten.”