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rreskk · 1 year ago

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Please, some Trevor smut fanfic with daddy kink and praise kink 👉👈

This shouldn't of been so fun to write. THANKS FOR REQUESTING - ENJOY!

Summary: You met this older guy at the bar. He was pretty swell ;)

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2654

“How old are you?” He grinned with his lips around the glass of beer in his masculine hands.

A night-out had led to chatting with this one particular character. Off-putting as he seemed, conversation was strangely alluring. Minutes turned into a good hour and you were still sat beside this stranger, talking about one topic to another with hints of sexual teasing. This guy had a dirty mouth yet it attracted you greatly. However, he looked twice your age. But something was so exciting about it – it felt… Naughty, very naughty. Your superego is telling you to leave, but your id would grow curious and more daring as you get to know this man.

“I’m 20.”

His eyes widened, “20?”

You nodded with a small smile. Barely able to handle your giddiness, you were fiddling around in your seat, watching the way he sat there so coldly with this intense gaze behind them dark brown eyes. He never really blinked, nor did he look anywhere else but you.

“You’re young,” He finally continued, “Just turned?”

“Last month.”

“And you’re already adventuring out drinking?”

“I don’t see why not.” You chuckled.

“Ehh, enjoy your youth while it lasts, sugar.” And there it was, that nickname again. He had been calling you this since the interaction started. Whenever he��d say it, there was taunting tone to the way his tongue spat out them syllables. It was intimidating.

“That’s what I’m doing – “ Inhaling to excuse the butterflies in your stomach, you turned to your drink and began waffling about irrelevant subjects, “So… How old are you?”

The question made him laugh. He mocked you for a minute with that smug smirk, making you believe you said something stupid.

“Where are your friends, lovely lady? I hope they ain’t ditched you.”

“No, no. They are just… Somewhere. Probably in the back – “

“Doping? Yeah. I would’ve guessed.” He assumed.

You frown, “That’s a quick judgement call. They aren’t like that.”

“Trust me…” His body leaned closer, “I mean… C’mon, sugar, I was taking shots before you were even born, and you undermine my experience? I’ve seen it happen many times before. Girls wait till her lady friends are busy and they’ll sneak in the back to suck cock and snort lines. I was 20 once, as well.”

“They aren’t like that.” You repeated sternly.

That small smirk replaced his face again and he coyly looked at you from head to toe.

“You sure are loyal to your girlfriends. I like that.”

“Anyway, you avoided my question; how old are you?” You’d slowly ask again with hopefulness that he would give you a truthful answer. So far, he seemed like a truthful person. Just a little… Unsteady.

A small groan left his lips, “Yeah, yeah, yeah – I heard you the first time, sugar.”

“But you didn’t answer.”

“Take the hint? I’m old enough to be your dad, gorgeous. Is that enough information, or do I have to show proof of my passport and ID?” Sarcasm riddled his words.

“Very funny,” You rolled your eyes, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“What’s with all these questions?”

“What? I’m trying to be polite.”

“You’re too curious for a 20 year old, sugar. Run along with guys your age.” He smirked, finding this amusing.

“I’m asking for your name, nothing more.”

“Alright, here’s a deal,” His chair scooted closer to yours, “I’ll tell you my name then no more questions.”

“Yes, oka – “

“You also gotta buy me a drink.”

“Are you serious?” You scowled.

“What? Don’t got cash on you, sugar? Ain’t got a full-time job yet?” The man laughed.

“No, no. I do… It’s just – Okay, fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

“Atta girl. I like myself a good whiskey, make it strong. Got it?” Your cheeks immediately blushed when he praised you. You nodded your head and called for the bar-tender who freshly served a glass of his cold beverage. He smirked, watching you route a few notes from your purse as he downs it all in one, his throat immune to the achy pain.

Now that you brought him a priceful drink, you turned around to deface your attention back at his idiotic grin. He knew what you want but didn’t say anything. He found your impatience entertaining; the way your eyebrows furrowed and lips quivered.

“Don’t strain too hard or you’ll go into cardiac arrest.” He bullied.

“Just gimme your name.”

“Lower the spitefulness. It’s really bringing out your teenage hormones.”

“I’m 20! Not 15!” You’d protest at his sly teasing.

“Easy tiger,” He placed his glass down with an aggressive stomp, “I’m Trevor. Happy?”

“See? That weren’t so hard.”

“And what do they call you?”

You wanted to seek revenge and refuse to answer but his goddamn grin. There was no way you couldn’t stop examining the way his face would move with his words and mood. Despite being twice your age, he was disgustingly tempting. So without control, it just blurted out (almost too desperately).

“[y/n].”

Trevor tilted his head, “[y/n]? Why, you have a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

He solemnly ignored the way your cheeks blushed 50 shades of red as he shuffled even closer to your seat. His thigh brushed against yours, his arms resting at the back of your seat. This was such a protective gesture that you just wanted to fall into his arms, with that amount of muscle dominant, it would feel like being covered in silver armour.

“You’re a real sweet girl, [y/n]. Very fun to talk to.”

You nibbled your bottom lip to avoid gushing at his constant praises.

“I don’t suppose your dad would like his baby hanging around with old strangers, ay?” Trevor smirked.

“I’m… Not that young. Not anymore.” You breathed hesitantly.

“I know, sugar. I was messin’ with you. Bet you have experience.”

“Experience?” Faulty ideas that he meant body counts and sexual relationships struct your mind before he could ease his choice of wording.

“Drinking, clubbing and all,” He smirked, “I ain’t meaning anything else, you dirty girl.”

“Oh, oh… Yeah…”

“You are 20 years old, sweet [y/n]. Course you have them sort of experiences as well, unless you’re a nun. But nuns wouldn’t be sat in a bar at 2am in the mornin’, talking to some random creepo from the Southern states, ay?”

“You keep twisting your words.”

“And why would I do that to you?” Trevor huffed with annoyance.

“I don’t know. You just keep giving me the wrong ideas.”

“Youthful minds… They are easy to crack – “

“Oh hush!” You groaned, rubbing your forehead.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist, sugar?”

“What do you think?”

Trevor tucked his arm tighter around your chair, “Am I the problem?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe ain’t the right answer.”

“Since when did you decide what the right answer is?” You scoffed.

“Since I asked the damn question.”

“I don’t know if you want me to agree or not – “

“Am I scary, [y/n]?” His voice cracked with delightfulness, “Am I making you nervous?”

“More than I’d like.” You admitted.

“You cheeky thing… I hope your friends stay out longer, I’m enjoying my time with you.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t disturb anyway.”

“Oh? They wouldn’t stop their beloved friend from talking to an old chump?”

“You’re not an old chump!” You quickly said.

“There are many weirdos around here, and it’s known that I’m the weirdest one, sugar.”

“Are you trying to lure me away?”

He chuckled at your words, “Frankly, I’m doing the opposite. You’re a nice lady. I couldn’t miss the chance.”

“Oh, so now I’m a lady,” You grinned, “What’s with all this sudden change in names?”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Because I’m not.”

Trevor stared at your face for a few minutes, his hand idly sitting on the edge of your knee. This was extremely intimate and you were already heated from this simple touch of his hand. It made you squirm silently, the seat suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

He noticed you rolling around, raising his scarred eyebrow to indicate his awareness of your current attempt of neglecting your arousal. Though he looked serious, you could tell by the way his pupils dialled that he was, in fact, turned on. It made you want to double check down below at his… But that was too bold – too risky.

“Are you usually this antsy?” He uttered.

“Haha…” You gulped, “Yes.”

“Am I making you anxious, doll?”

“No.”

“Mmm, there’s where you’re wrong,” Trevor gazed down at your chest, “I can detect lies.”

“I’m gonna find my friends.”

“I scared you off so soon…” There was no disappointment behind his tone, just plain rapture and bliss

“You didn’t scare me off – I… I just need to find my friends.” You swiftly dropped to your feet before peering over your shoulder. He was still sitting there with that dirty smirk on his face. He noticed you had stopped in your tracks, staring.

“Changed your mind already, doll? Or are you forgettin’ something.”

At this stage, you both knew what that “something” meant.

So you inhaled sharply before grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his own. Trevor wasted no time and wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his warm body as you both swayed in each other’s arms, mouths clumsily tasting each of your own discourse and saliva. This feeling of being in this older guy’s arms was so protecting. You let yourself fall at ease, Trevor taking charge by groping your ass, keeping you stable against the bar-stands.

You impartially lost your breath and pathetically cried his name while your body is being dragged across the floor, all nerves losing it’s ability to work since the kiss was so breath-taking.

“That’s right…” You heard him whisper.

Trevor moved you both to the far corner where no lights stood. The only things that could be seen was his scrawny back, his shirt having sweat-stains – showing off them brutal shoulder blades and muscles that you so eagerly wanted to grab. Nonetheless, you were hidden from all sights. He basically towered over you, his lips travelling down your neck like no one else was in the room. There were definitely trails of hickeys by the time you found confidence to host his head up to face you. Trevor licked his lips and seemed annoyed at being disrupted, but that feeling eased away when your hands hovered over his belt. He got the idea and smirked at you.

“You’re a dirty girl, ain’t you? Alright… No one is watchin’, baby. I know you got a good tongue from the way you speak…” His breath scarring your lips, “Put it to good use, hm?”

“Yes, Trevor.” You mindlessly said without consciousness. His hands began to grab the back of your head.

“That’s right. Such a good girl.” Then he guided you down to his buzzing crotch. Trevor watched you, still hiding this whole intimacy from other people, but also finding the sight of you unbuckling his belt so alluring. He sucked in his tongue and restrained a moan when you unzipped his flies.

Before freeing his erection, you used the tip of your finger and teased the area of his happy trail, slowly poking up his T-shirt. This close contact made him shudder. His head jerked up and he creased his face with euphoria.

“Fuuucckkk… You’re making daddy feel so good.” He whined subtly (just so you could hear).

This had released something unholy inside you. You stared up at his tall figure, letting yourself drool before he wiped it with his thumb. Then suddenly, he fisted a handful of your hair and pushed you into his pants, your nose pressing against that hardened boner. He clearly was impatient.

“C’mon… C’mon…”

“I want you, Trevor. Daddy. I want you – “ You heavily protested when pulling down his undergarments, revealing that throbbing mess of his boner seeping running fluids from his past hour of constant arousal. It was painfully red and pulsing for disclosure of your mouth. Mid-sentence, you decided to open your mouth and just inhale this cock that twitched uncontrollably. Your tongue, like he ordered, circled around his sensitive tip, making Trevor groan out a large husk. He pushed you further into the corner with both hands on the wall, trapping you into his dick (that you were devouring).

And you continued sucking.

“Yes! That’s right!” Trevor began to lose hope in keeping this secret since he was, well, outwardly expressing his relief.

Even with himself in you, words gambled out (through distorted mumbles and unfinished sentences). Whenever you gained the chance, you’d exhale and gasp his name.

“Dadd – “ Before he’d guide you back into his throbbing cock.

“So hot… Fuck, keep going, [y/n], doll, keep sucking – for me. All for me. You fuckin’… Saint, I love you!” Trevor praised.

You were less experienced with giving head but he was easily pleased. Though you were sloppily sucking with pathetic sounds of your squeals and squirms, he liked that. He liked it a lot. It encouraged you to adventure more as you grew brave, deciding to shamefully drape your hands around and grope his ass. It felt off-limits considering he had you tightly caved in front, his hands tugging on your hair, yet he allowed you.

“Ohh! Oh, yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in your slutty mouth, babe. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on your face and – and I… I…” He lost his pace, beginning to lower his head to prepare for the orgasm that was closer than expected.

You waited for the signal and when his penis shivered, you set your tongue on the tip, mouth gaped open, eyes staring up at his face. His reaction was priceless. Trevor’s finger fell on your chin as he came on your tongue and mouth. Whatever noise fell from his mouth? It was animalistic, like a dog squawking in a shallow alley-way, it was brutal. His moans were pure raw and natural. As raw as his limb dick that continued squirting cum on every surface of your wet tongue.

“Fuck… Yes, so perfect…” Trevor caressed your chin and neck before wrapping them fingers around it, choking you against the wall and admiring his fluids oozing from your lips.

“Daddy...” You sounded fatigue but proud.

“Ah, [y/n], [y/n], [y/n]… What am I gonna do about you now, ay?” His hand tighten, “You look hot with my cum, baby. Ever had an older guy tell you that?”

You shook your head as he choked you sensually.

“So innocent… What a beautiful young lady…”

“You taste so good.” You whimpered.

“Just perfect, ain’t it? Now – [y/n], where are your friends?”

The room was still crowded but somehow no one seemed to see you both in the corner. From your position on your knees, you gazed between his legs and saw a familiar group of girls who were surrounding the bar.

“They are at the bar.” You pointed.

“They must be looking for their little lady, hm?” Trevor smirked down at you, “Go on, sugar. I ain’t keeping you longer.”

“But – “

“Shush… Good things come to those who wait. You know where to find me.”

And with that, you sighed and stood to your height, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as he was hesitant to let go of your neck. But he did. Trevor’s arms dropped to his sides and he watched you wipe the excess cum from your lips. He watched as you pretended to have been busy in the toilets, but as he said before, they were completely stoned. Trevor cackled as you realised he was very intuitive and predictive, managing to guess how your friends would appear, completely smacked on pills. Nevertheless, a small itch crept in his stomach, and he began missing your warm lips around his cock.

“Such a fine piece of work…” He uttered, moving aside. He was going to catch you up later.

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stevenbasic · 2 years ago

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GITJ Post 333: A Saturday at Melissa's, p8 (6pm, Lakshmi)

“Hi there,” I said, watching his eyes go wide and his mouth drop seeing me, standing there in Melissa’s downstairs bathroom, my leggings pulled down past my bottom. Instead of screaming and panicking like I would have done just three months ago if a boy walked in on me changing, I just stood there. I was calm, and I let him look at me. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was proud of my body, and how it was changing, what it was becoming.

“Oh my god I’m s-sorry!” he blurted, but I stopped him with a word as he moved to close the door again.

“No, stop,” I said, and immediately he did. He froze in his tracks for me. “It is okay, I am just changing.” I stood there longer, I did not move. His eyes went back to my behind, I watched him, and I smiled. “You can stay and watch if you want.”

“y-yeah no…I was just trying to…but I don’t have a suit…” The poor thing sounded confused and lost. He obviously needed someone to help him again, but even after what we had done together this week, he was still shy.

“You were trying to find a place to change, too?” I asked patiently. He nodded, and I knew I should not laugh. I could barely believe that this was Dr. J, my boss for these past years, and this was me. And it had come to be like this. He was like a little boy who just walked in on his mommy’s friend in the bathroom. He looked so embarrassed. “Why don’t you go find the other ladies, they are in the pool. They can help.”

He looked at me - not my bum, haha, but in my eyes in the mirror this time - and left. He had listened to me. Good boy.

We were going swimming! Like many of the others, I had not known this house had an indoor pool and did not come prepared. But after a few glasses of afternoon wine from the cellar we figured it would be fun! With Dr. J, now awake and fed I had the chance to pick out an old swimsuit of Melissa’s from the stash we had found in storage, in the basement. Her mom had kept bins of them from Melissa’s teen years. I chose a pretty blue one-piece that looked like it might fit around my bust (now that I am so much bigger up there than I was haha) but oh my goodness the buttttt….

…

“C’mon in Lakshmi we’re teaching him to swim..!”

It was so nice, Melissa’s mother’s house. I mean, my family’s home was nice too, my father had made good money since coming to the United States. But it was not like this, not this big, not this modern and elegant. And we certainly did not have an indoor pool! Melissa’s mother must be very wealthy and successful to afford this house, much more so than my father. She kept everything perfect and beautiful, and this pool area was not an exception. It was a large, glassed-in enclosure, with plants and furniture and nice lighting. A big rock formation took up one part of one wall, bringing an earthy, natural vibe to the whole environment . It was warm, even in November, and above the chlorine I could sense the girls had already filled it with our perfumes. Melissa hadn’t arrived yet - she said she would be coming with Shanette when they were done shopping - but there were many of us here already, both on the pool deck relaxing, sitting on the pool’s edge, and in the water itself.

I smiled in greeting at the group drinking wine in the lounge chairs as I made my way into the big indoor pool room. I caught myself laughing, seeing it. Some girls were on the pool deck, relaxing, but Josie, Randi and the two desk girls Bobbi and Brittni had Dr. J in the pool, in the deeper end. They were…giving him swimming lessons?

“He says he used to be able to swim?” Brittni said. She was wearing a brief yellow bikini. “But look-“

I took my first step into the pool and watched as Brittni, who had been holding Dr. J under the armpits, pushed him away from her. She was in water shallow enough for her to stand, but apparently too deep for Dr. J. He had become smaller, recently, the poor thing, while Brittni and Bobbi were each probably 5’8” at this point., just like me. We all watched as he started to flounder, beating awkwardly at the water with his hands and arms. I felt my own heart flutter in a protective reflex, and took another two quick steps down the pool stairs, but he was quickly rescued by Bobbi, who took him underneath the arms again. Her bikini matched her friend’s; the two looked nearly like twins, and their hair looked darker than I remembered.

“Tell Lakshmi what you told us,” called Randi, who was treading water in the deepest area of the pool. Her smile was really big, really white. She looked to be wearing a black bikini, big breasts buoyant.

Now secure in Bobbi’s arms, Dr. J looked sheepishly over at me as I slowly waded into the water. “Y-yeah I used to be able to, but now I can’t…” he said, his voice so delightfully reticent, like an embarrassed little boy.

“Yeah he’s lost the ability to swim,” Randi purred, in her smoky voice.

Coos and clucks greeted that, coming from all over the big warm room. “That’s sooo adorable, isn’t it?” burst Aubrey, who was sitting on the pool’s edge, quiet to this point. Her long legs kicked lazily into the water, and a black one-piece clung to her surprisingly dramatic, elegant curves. She looked at Dr. J with a warm, protective gaze that made me feel a nice attachment to her. In response, Dr. J had hid his face, tucking his chin to his chest.

Oooo!

Was he giving us the impression that he was a weak, vulnerable man on purpose? Did he want to look like someone who needed the protection of women? The way he clung to Bobbi’s arms, a young bosomy girl who held him out of the water for his safety, certainly made it seem that way. Maybe it was our perfumes that were doing this to him, or maybe he wanted us to pamper and parent him like a crowd of swimsuit aunties. Because if that was what he was trying to get us to do…he was doing a pretty good job of it!

“Let’s see him try again, He’s so cute when he struggles,” <video link, sound on!> Katie said, leaning over the pool in her blue bikini. I watched his eyes go up to her, from down below in the pool. He looked stunned, and I could not blame him. She is so pretty, with her blonde hair and makeup perfect even on a casual night like this. All the girls, in fact, looked amazing. I could not believe these were my friends. “Go ahead, sweetie, try to swim,” she urged, “you’re going to do great.”

I watched, we all watched, as Bobbi held him, and then talked gently in his ear, readying him to try to paddle across the pool again. Brittni held her arms out, expectant. “Come on, little guy, come on…” she cooed, “Come to Brittni.”

Another chorus of ‘awwwwwws..!’ came from the group of us as he tried the best he could to doggie-paddle his way to the curvy dark-haired girl. He panted and struggled, and after Brittini took a step or two closer, he finally reached her. We all cheered.

“Yayyyy..!”

“So good, sweetie!”

“Oh my gosh you’re swimming!”

“Maybe we should get him some floaties,” drawled Amelia, who was inspecting her nails at the pool’s edge, seated on a lounger.

Everyone watched, and chatted, and talked and drank wine and I joined in on the lesson, helping him when he needed to stay afloat. From time to time he would cling to me. His little muscles would tire from all the exercise, and I held him so he could have a rest. His skin felt so good against mine and I could feel his ribs press against my breasts. I made sure to talk gently to him, as I could tell he was still embarrassed. At one point I let him go, to hold onto the wall in the shallow end so I could take a glass of wine from Katie, who offered me one from across the pool.

“That suit look sooo nice on you, Kiki,” Josie complimented me...

”The color is really pretty? That nice blue?” said Bobbi.

”Don’t you think so Dr J?” asked Brittni.

I could feel his eyes on my bottom as I was reaching for the wine glass. My butt had gotten so big that I knew it must be bursting out the behind. Melissa had been a curvy teen, I am sure, but my butt was obviously way bigger than hers when she fit into this suit! Dr. J was having a hard time looking away from me, but soon his attention was torn elsewhere. Looking up, I saw that Katarina was at the glass door which led from the main living area's great room into the pool. Someone had maybe locked it and she was knocking, and pressing her big boobs into the glass, trying to get in. A big smile was on her face, and her breasts looked enormous in a bikini of midnight blue, pancake-squashed up against the slider. “Let me in..!” she called, voice muffled by the glass. She then planted a big kiss on the floor-to-frame pane.

“Haha okay okay hold on you impatient Polish milf!” said Randi as Katarina pulled away a bit, leaving a huge pucker lipstick mark where her kiss had been, “Those milkers might just bust right through!” Randi had moved to unlock the door and finally Katarina stepped back, to allow it to slide open. Two big, moist mammary-marks remained for a moment, before slowly fading.

“Oh my god Katarina look at you!” Josie laughed, as she stared at the blonde’s overly ample chest.The tall, Eastern European woman stepped into the pool area, sliding the door closed behind her.

“Sorry, I had call husband, at home,” Katarina said, apologizing for having stepped away, “He nervous with babies.” She was thin, but as a new, nursing mother her breasts were humongous and she knew it “Yes Josephine, I pump earlier. I fill all bottles I bring. But look, so swollen again! It like they know someone hungry.”

I could not help but look over at Dr. J who, from the side of the pool, starred up in awe at Katarina. The poor thing. We all know how he is, and being surrounded by a bevy of us like this must be so hard on him. Everywhere he turned there was something or someone curvy. His employees, his assistants, his secretaries and helpers, here in weekend mode, relaxed and casual and all in swimsuits must have been quite the test.

Brittni and Bobbi, in fact, looking like twin sisters in their matching bikinis, were moving back across the pool to him. It was cute, watching his eyes bulge, and then them squish him between themselves…

Maybe it was all the wine, or something in the air, but the girls (myself included haha!) were all being so affectionate with him. And the best thing? He was letting us! It was like he had given in, relaxed, and just let himself enjoy the attention. There was no sense of jealousy among us, there was no thought that we were doing something we shouldn’t. Melissa loved us, she loved him, we all loved one another. There was a new feeling of family that had grown strong and warm. I watched him smile awkwardly, sandwiched between the B-girls, and felt my heart open tenderly. He is ours to protect and care for, I could feel it, and we could do such a good job!

The girls played with him in the water some more, giggling, and Josie and I sat together in the hot tub and poured each other wine. Josie was making fun of how frizzy my hair got, around the pool -

- so mean haha! After some time there was a buzz in the air - an actual buzz! - and we could tell Melissa was soon to arrive. We all became giddy and when she appeared in the doorway, the glass sliding open, many of us gasped

She was so beautiful.

“Oh good, Mommy’s home!” Josie sang.

She stepped in, casual as can be somehow, even as all eyes were drawn magnetically to her. Looking tall, taller than I ever remember seeing her from my seat in the tub, she was absolutely the queen in this castle. If all the girls looked pretty in their swimsuits, Melissa was no less than a bikini goddess built of pure curves that boggled minds. She strode in wearing ribbed swim top of navy blue with a thin, white towel around her womanly hips, ready to swim. Her legs were long, shapely and muscular, her waist and abdominals trimly and impossibly fit.

“Jesus Missy, look at you,” Amelia said, uncharacteristically stunned. Melissa’s curves, her musculature, her long limbs and perfect skin seemed to call to mind something more than human.

“Wow Miss,” Katie said, echoed by Randi. Others - Aubrey, Katarina, the B-girls and myself - were speechless. How could a human be so perfect?

Melissa smiled and her eyes sparkled in the dim light, but that was all the acknowledgment she gave us. She seemed focused on one thing. “How’s my baby?” she spoke, eyes on Dr. J where he was held up in the far end of the pool by Brittni and Bobbi. As Melissa slowly stepped in, towards the pool steps, her gaze was fixed the whole time.

“We measured him today,” Josie called out from beside me, “he’s lost a couple more inches.”

We watched as, casually, Melissa loosened the towel and let it drop from her hips to the floor, just before the steps. Some of us gasped again as now she was fully on display, with brief bikini bottoms baring bountiful hips. From our angle in the hot tub, Josie and I had a view of her bottom, which was huge and magnificent.

“Is that right, sweetie?” Melissa asked him, as her first toes entered the water, “You got measured?”

“Yeah puppy tell her how tall you are now,” Randi spoke, as she walked over towards us, approaching the hot tub. ‘Puppy’? That was a new term. I liked it!

Eyes in the room were now on Dr. J, still held up between the B-girls, their big breasts squashed into either side of him. His jaw was ajar, and his eyes glazed.

“C’mon spill it,” Amelia groaned, feigning her typical disinterest but brilliant blue eyes full of intelligence. We all felt it, how primal this moment was. “Tell us all your height., we forget. And Missy needs to know.”

Melissa started to wade into the pool taking one step and then another as she slowly walked towards him. Her eyes were gleaming now and still locked on his, keeping his gaze with her crooked smile. But she didn’t say a word, letting us urge him to speak.

“Tell her, Dr. J,” Aubrey teased.

“Yeah sweetie it’s okay,” I heard myself say.

“I’m 4'10”,” he blurted, voice cracking adorably but carrying enough for Melissa to hear. Her smile widened as we all sighed, and then deepened as she began to close the distance between them. The water parted for her, making way as her large body pushed waves to ripple across the pool’s surface. Three-plus feet of water came barely up to her bottom, but every step she took brought her deeper.

Just then, aside me, Josie spoke up. “ooooooo and chocolate mommy too!”

“‘Chocolate Mommy?’” said Shanette, who had just stepped into the room, “for real?” Greetings were called out, and Shanette slid the door closed behind herself, sealing us all in once again. She, too, was in a swimsuit, and had breasts that rivaled Katarina’s in size. She said hellos, smiling at us each as she set a new bottle of wine down on a poolside table. Then she looked at Dr. J, still in the B-girls’ arms. The platinum blonde Katie had drifted alongside them. “So it looks like someone here has a little harem, doesn’t he?” Shanette asked.

That brought a titter of giggles from the girls in the pool, hands brushing his thin chest.

“A harem, hm?” Melissa purred, one brow cocked as she still approached the little group in the deeper water, closing the distance slowly, “Who else is coming?”

“Oh, a few more people, I forget,” Josie answered, “We invited most everyone.”

“Angie? Cici?” someone asked.

“Does they even still work here?” Randi posited. It was an honest question; no one could remember seeing them, recently though in fact neither had missed a day of work,, “Who’s Cici again?” Some had even forgotten their names.

“Well, you have lots of girls tonight,” Melissa concluded, “What a lucky little man.” She sounded amused, tolerant, advancing on them. From behind her I watched as she took a moment to gather up her thick dark hair, pinning it up. I admired the musculature of her back and shoulders. “Well, that’s nice honey, I’m glad all my friends are here,” she said, having come close enough to reach out to him, “but Wifey’s home now.”

The girls all giggled again.

”Come here,” she purred, a deep satisfaction in her voice as the B-girls gently let him go, as Melissa’s hands reached under his thin arms and took him from their curvy bodies, “Mommy wants to say hello to daddy.”

We all, fixated, cooed and clucked our approval, watching Melissa bring him to herself, as the girls stepped back. She tucked him onto her side, settling him on her left hip, smiling tenderly. He found his legs curled around her waist underwater, his arms thrown about her long, graceful neck above. Their gazes were locked into each other, and the moment was so romantic! She started to slowly walk him around the pool.

“Oh, Missy, this is so adorable,” someone said.

It gave all of us a deep satisfaction to see them together, like all was right again in the world. Something in the air - not just the warm water - heated our blood, brought pleasure to us. His erection pushed into her side; it was like we could all feel it.

“Mmmm what are you wearing, honey?” we heard her purr. Her eyes were heavy lidded, enjoying the moment herself.

“I, uh, didn’t have a suit…” he answered sheepishly.

“We let him swim in his boxers,” Aubrey offered.

“Yeah he was too shy to go naked,” Randi said.

“Oh we can fix that,” Melissa smiled, and then pressed her lips firmly against his own.

We saw as the surprise almost caused him to recoil but Melissa’s lips seemed to draw him in. They engulfed his mouth and took hold of his face. She was in charge of their kissing, it was easy to see, and he passively allowed her to swallow him down into it. He looked blissful, held and kissed by his lover, and it made my thighs shiver imagining what they both must be feeling. He didn’t even notice as they lazily walked to the shallows, up the stairs and then back down into the attached hot tub, to be bathed in the warmth of it with Josie and me. We cooed to them in greeting but he seemed unaware that we were even there, so consumed by her kiss he was. All he knew was that when her lips released him he had no strength left and could only let Melissa support him as she now sat on the cement bench which circled the inside of the tub. She settled his smaller body on her lap, supporting him with her strong arms.The feeling of his body relaxing on her own was obviously both soothing and exciting for them both.

Melissa released him from her kiss, and looked deep down into his fluttering eyes. I realized that none of us had said anything for quite some time.

Shanette was first to speak; she was standing on the steps of the main pool, behind Melissa. “What did we talk about, Missy?” she asked,

At that, as if reminded of something, Melissa giggled and, with one hand still supporting his back, lowered the straps of her bikini partway down her shoulders. Dr. J’s eyes immediately went to her chest and she, gathering her shoulders, bulged her enormous breasts together, causing them to balloon upwards and him to moan. They were right in front of his face, and looked big enough to swallow his head.

“That’s right, go to mama,” I heard Shanette whisper.

“oh my god…” he breathed, despite himself.

“That’s right, she’s so big, isn’t she Dr. J?” Randi purred, walking towards us on the deck.

Dr. J moaned again.

“Weekend daddy is so much more fun than work daddy,” Josie giggled, turning a bit towards the couple, from their right. I sat across the tub, just watching as Dr. J’s eyes drifted to Josie. She wore a black string bikini, tied around her neck, and looked really pretty.

“He is more fun,” Randi said, as she slid into the tub with us, behind Dr. J and to Melissa’s left, “Maybe we shouldn’t let him go to work anymore.”

“Ooo yeah!” Josie squealed.

That brought a giggle from Melissa. “Would you like that?” she asked him, bouncing him a little in her lap with her large, muscular thighs, “If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?” Was she joking? Or was she serious? Haha oh my god!

“Yeah he could cook and clean for you,” Randi offered.

“I’d pay to see him in an apron,” said Amelia, who had stood, strolled our way with her wine.

“Oh no no no…” Melissa laughed, jostling him again on her lap, “I’d do all that. That’s Wifey’s job. This house is too big for daddy.” She knew where his eyes were fixed, staring at her breasts as they jiggled in her navy blue bikini top. “And we can’t have him all tired when mommy gets home…”

”Yeah mommy has needs!” Josie giggled.

I watched Melissa’s hand reach down between his legs.

“Oh I do, I do…” she agreed, groaning, as if overcome by the feel of him in her grip, “Omigosh, you have no idea.” She smiled as we all watched as his whole body stiffened, for a moment, feeling her big hand take hold of him underwater.

“You’re so hard for her aren’t you, baby?” Shanette purred, from where she stood nearby in the main pool by the steps. The shallows were part way up her brown thighs.

“Oh he is,” Melissa returned, smiling, watching his face. “Josie, Randi, Ki…is it okay if I…take care of him? Under the water?” she asked, “You guys can step out if it’s-“

“No, please go ahead!” Josie blurted, as Randi just chuckled.

“yes oh my,” I agreed, nearly speechless, my eyes feeling as wide as Josie’s. Melissa was going to do it here, right now, in the hot tub with the warm water and all of us in it? Oh my god I felt my mouth dry up, my thighs tingle again like I wanted it in me.

Dr J had made some weak complaint, but Melissa’s hand was already in his boxers gripping him, pulling him free. My heart was racing, watching this as best I could; I could only see a hint of what was going on beneath the froth of the roiling water, shadows and shapes of his huge erection in her fist. He was embarrassed, we could all tell, exposed in front of us like this, but he was also already consumed by pleasure.

”shhhhh you need this…it’s okay,” Melissa was urging him, “Just relax.”

“Yeah, relax Daddy, you need this,” Josie purred, as both she and I drifted in closer, “Mommy’s taking care of you.” Aubrey had also become bold enough to slip into the tub with us, while Shanette stayed in the main pool, still turned towards us watching.

“It’s like girl soup in there, hm?” Amelia commented, sitting down on the hot tub’s edge, “I’ll put my feet in…”

“Girl soup!” Josie giggled, making me laugh too. Aubrey bobbed up and down, rolling waves through the water.

“Mmmm yum yum, right Jay?” Melissa purred, “But I think it needs one more ingredient…” At that, underwater, Melissa’s hand tugged at something and in an instant she held a torn, sodden pair of boxers above the water. She showed them to him, dripping, before dropping them into the water. They floated around the frothy surface of the hot tub, dancing with the bubbles, as her hand sunk back down between his legs.

”Oooo…” Josie giggled, “boxers and boy-juice…”

”Yeah make him come,” Aubrey then bluntly added, her eyes wide and fixed as she still bounced up and down, up and down, her own big breasts bobbing and floating, jiggling, water streaming off them in rivulets.

“Omigod please yes,” I heard myself moan, imagining the water around us briny, full of his seed. We would swim in it.

We watched as Melissa’s arm began to move back and forth. She was stroking him right in front of us! She’d tilted her chin up, mouth now open and expectant, eyes on his face. “Would you like that?” she asked him, “Want to help us make girl soup?”

He groaned, as Katarina slipped into the warm water with us.

Haha was mother’s milk an ingredient too? Maybe he was thinking the same thing as I watched his eyes follow her, lowering herself and her enormous breasts down until they floated buoyantly up off her thin body.

There were seven of us now in a tub made for six. Amelia and now Katie sat on the edge, with pretty feet in the foaming water of our soup, the smell of chlorine and our perfumes making the air thick along with steam from the tub. Our legs all intermingled, hands drifted. I found one of mine cupping his left ankle. We all purred, and buzzed, and cooed.

”I’ve missed you, alllll day,” Melissa said to him, as she stroked his erection underwater, “Have you missed me too?”

”Y-y-yes,” he answered, the only answer acceptable.

”He’s had a hard day without you,” Aubrey said.

“Yes he so tired,” followed Katarina.

”Well, we’ll get him out in a few minutes, dry him off, get him inside so he can rest,” Melissa agreed, still stroking. She moved her other hand from a supportive position on his back to a position behind his sodden head and neck. “Dinner and movie night with your girls, hm? Sound nice?”

“y-y-yes,” he answered again.

“But first, more kisses…”

A new chorus of awws and ahhs filled the air around the tub as Dr J. and Melissa began to kiss again, her neck twisted down so her mouth could take his. Her right arm still moved in the same rhythm, as she tended to him below the surface, and we all saw his body first stiffen with the shock of the kiss, then start to shudder. Her mouth was so much bigger than his, and watching them kiss was thrilling. His breathing matched hers, his thin chest collapsing in on itself when she pulled breath from his lungs.

”Omigod Missy it looks like you’re sucking the life out of him!” Josie laughed.

Giggling, Melissa broke their kiss for a moment, allowing his head to loll back like a rag doll’s. “Maybe I am!” she beamed, once again taking his head from behind into her hand. She leaned back, and kissed him again, her ministrations to his manhood now taking on greater urgency.

“Take it from him,” someone groaned. Maybe it was me.

“He is look so tired,” said Katarina, whose hand had begun stroking his left thigh, her big breast pressed down onto his knee.

“He’s had a big day,” Aubrey confirmed, watching the kiss, biting her lip as he began to shake.

“So big,” I said.

“It’s about to get even bigger,” Amelia commented, from the tub’s edge,as he really began to shake, “Josie, show him.”

At that, knowing exactly what our blonde friend meant, Josie put her breasts right beside his face. As he was kissing Melissa, his eyes turned to see her chest and goggle at them as they were nearly close enough to touch his face. Melissa’s hand was now moving more urgently under water, and he would be staring right at Josie’s breasts when he-

“That’s right, come for us,” Melissa purred.

He groaned, he moaned, he spasmed and jerked in Melissa’s embrace as, obviously, under the water he began to climax. I looked down and could see the ropey fluid, the thick semen jetting from his outsized manhood, swimming into the water around him and swirling into the currents, mixing with the froth and the chlorine and spiraling around. It floated, it sank, and as pulse after pulse came from him it began to eddy around the tub, among us, my eyes glazing over as I watched and…

…and then the growth began.

NNNNNnnnnghhhh….we all groaned, as the familiar feeling gripped us. Several times last night, but now stronger as we were all so close. I felt it in my bones, I felt it in my chest and in the fertile swelling of my thighs and rear. There was pain, yes, some, but it was delicious and I could see in the eyes of everyone we were all hungry for it. His eyes, in the meantime, were fixed and staring, still pasted to Josie’s breasts and - oh my god- he was watching her grow.

Yes, it was subtle, it always was. But the swelling of her breasts in her bikini top was unmistakable. She bulged at it, strings now pulling more tightly than they had before from around her neck. Soft round flesh bubbled as she grew, as they inflated. I felt it in myself, too, as did we all. And then we heard him mutter, something small, something weak, as he stared at Josie’s breasts. It was quiet…but we heard it.

“bigger…” he said.

And Melissa began laughing.

“Oh my goodness, baby, yes!” she sang, as she shifted him in her lap. Her hand moved from between his legs, the other from behind his head. She had him by the sides of his bony chest, under his arms, then shifted a bit lower down his torso. “Look at how big we’re getting!” she cooed, turning him to face the group, “You’re giving us so much!”

At that she lifted him, slowly, with strength that was in no way normal, off her lap. His hips broke the surface, and we all gasped on seeing his cock. Then his thighs, his knees. She held him, now, aloft up and in front of us, a small but fully-grown man, and she held him like he was a toy, feet dangling into the water. He was naked, and he was huge. His penis, dropped now a bit from full-mast, seemed nearly as thick as his forearm, and it was still coming as we watched, all of us with eyes wide, mouths agog, some of us laughing. He was still pulsing, semi-thick member throbbing, releasing seed. It was slowing, yes, but he had already burst forth so much of his ejaculate it had begun to cloud the water, and now drip in heavy plops onto the surface and into the soup.

As he began to come down, his climax waning, Melissa slowly lowered him again to her lap, back into the pool of his own jism.

“Holy Lion King,” Amelia managed, as we all began to recover ourselves..

“Oh my god…” Aubrey said, from behind Josie. I saw her reach down, cup some water into her hand.

“Yeah huh?” Randi smiled, eyes flashing, looking down at him. His body was still spasmodically shaking but coming to a stillness in Melissa’s arms.

Semen all in the water, Amelia couldn’t help but kick her feet through it from where she sat on the hot tub’s edge. She was chuckling. “Watch out,” she told us, as we began to come down from our high, “you’re all going to get pregnant in there.”

Someone laughed, I think it was me, and I lowered my face to the water, mouth open, to drink the soup.

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shadowqueenjude · 1 year ago

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A compilation of sassy Lucien

“My apologies, lady. I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary. Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.” “Then you’ve got your work cut out for you, old son. I’m sure her life will be a fine replacement for Andras’s—maybe she can even train with the others on the border.”

“I told you so, Tamlin. Your skills with females have definitely become rusty in recent decades.”

“Well, you don’t look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you’re to live with us. Though the tunic isn’t as pretty as a dress.” “We’re not going to bite.” “Won’t you stay for wine?” “It’s been a few decades since I last saw one of you, but you humans never change, so I don’t think I’m wrong in asking why you find our company to be so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren’t much to look at.” “True. But indulge me: you’re a human woman, and yet you’d rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this, surely we’re not so miserable to look at. Unless you have someone back home. Unless there’s a line of suitors out the door of your hovel that makes us seem like worms in comparison.”

“Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?” “So young, and so grave. And a skilled killer already.” “We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings—” “No ash arrows today, unfortunately.” “Well, you certainly have the quiet part of hunting down." “Well? No game good enough for you to slaughter? We’ve passed plenty of squirrels and birds.” “Tamlin said as much, which was no doubt why he brought you here. Or maybe you looked so pathetic in those rags that he took pity on you.” “So, when are you going to start trying to persuade me to beseech Tamlin to find a way to free you from the Treaty’s rules?” “Well, thank the Cauldron that you didn’t. Cleaning up that mess would have ruined the rest of my day.” “Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress? If you took down Andras, you probably don’t need to learn anything. Only where to aim, right?” “I suppose you humans are such hateful cowards that you would have wet yourself, curled up, and waited to die if you’d known beyond a doubt what Andras truly was.” “Back off? Back off while you seal our fates and ruin everything? I stayed with you out of hope, not to watch you stumble. For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days. The Bogge was on our lands—the Bogge, Tamlin! The barriers between courts have vanished, and even our woods are teeming with filth like the puca. Are you just going to start living out there, slaughtering every bit of vermin that slinks in?” “I had to go sort out some hotheads on the northern border—official emissary business. I got back in time to hear your little spat with Tam, and decided I was safer up here. I’m glad to hear your human heart has warmed to me, though. At least I’m not on the top of your killing list.” “I’ll be conveniently hunting on the grounds, and with my superior hearing, I might be feeling generous enough to listen if someone screams from the western woods. But it’s a good thing I had no role in telling you to go out today, since Tam would eviscerate anyone who told you how to trap a Suriel; and it’s a good thing I had planned to hunt anyway, because if anyone caught me helping you, there would be trouble of a whole other hell awaiting us. I hope your secrets are worth it.” “I might die of surprise. You made a joke, Feyre.” “Well, I’m late for something incredibly important." “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” “Unfortunately for you and your neck, tonight’s just a party.” “So there’s singing and dancing and excessive drinking. And dallying,” he added with a wicked grin. “I’ll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol. With some company.” "I'm trying to eat." “What do you know about anything? You’re just Amarantha’s whore.” “Those clothes are enough to convince me I never want to enter the human realm.” Lucien told her to go back to the shit-hole she’d crawled out of. “Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” “I’ve seen enough of you through that gown to last a lifetime.” You might as well look good if you’re going to arm yourself to the teeth. “Isn’t that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?” “If you expect our gratitude, you’ll be waiting a while, Ianthe.” “Whatever you’re planning, it’ll land us knee-deep in shit.” “I knew. I knew you were lying the moment you unleashed that light in Hybern. My friend at the Dawn Court has the same power—her light is identical. And it does not do whatever horseshit you lied about it doing.” “You have the gall to question my priorities regarding Elain—yet what was your motive where I was concerned? Did you plan to spare me from your path of destruction because of any genuine friendship, or simply for fear of what it might do to her?”

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #the man the myth the legend #high lord lucien #high king lucien #lucien spell cleaver #he's my bbg #sassy #king of the rizz #feycien #elucien

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datawyrms · 1 year ago

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Truce time!

Hi @noxposting :v you got me as your secret gift giver. You get fic this year, because art and I look at one another with wary stares until the other backs down. Hopefully you enjoy it? I tried to add bits of multiple prompts but :v crypid danny going to a coffee shop won out. mostly. heh. On Ao3

Barista. Not exactly the pinnacle of anyone’s career, heck, many would call it a low point. Not Valerie though. She knew the real pits of food based service, thanks. It didn’t even involve food! That hideous mascot outfit reeked worse than a dumpster on a warm summer evening on a GOOD day; and anyone that saw you managed to treat you WORSE than that! Which was probably the whole point, when you got ‘promoted’ to cash or the grill you’d actually feel grateful. Seeing your face sure didn��t stop everyone from being the worst human they can be, but enough were too cowardly to be as rotten when the threat of spitting in their food was right there.

It didn’t help with the looks about someone ‘young’ working at a burger place so ‘soon’, and the next time someone asked if she should be in school on a Saturday was getting a special side seasoning of knuckles. If she didn’t need the money, she wouldn’t be working!

So yeah, in short? Getting hired at a coffee shop was a major step up from the Nasty Burger. Like, who calls a place Nasty Burger? She might not be the biggest fan of coffee either, but at least she wasn’t reeking of grease and having weird sauce explosion nightmares anymore. (The training videos about the Nasty sauce were ridiculous, there was no way you could legally keep something that explosive and give it to people to eat, why so graphic?)

Sure, fewer people from school dropped by here, but that was sort of a plus too. Even if it wasn’t as embarrassing to be seen working once free of mascot duty, it still didn’t feel great to watch how everyone else in class got to have fun while she worked for peanuts. Having some easy ways to slack off and chat a bit on slower days was nice though. Usually only bored old ladies wanted to chat here, and not about anything remotely interesting.

Sam Manson was the only person she’d recognized today, but she didn’t really count. Valerie didn’t know what the goth girl’s deal was, but she always acted like she was trying to ‘steal’ her friend. Which yeah okay, she did date Danny for a bit, but it’s not like Sam even tried to date him first! Having more friends or romantic interests wasn’t going to kill the guy, seriously. In her opinion, Sam was way more likely to hurt Danny than she was. Maybe Sam should look at herself instead of getting all weirdo over-protective. Whatever. At least she didn’t make the same old person joke every single customer thought she never heard before. Paid, got enough sugar for her drink to reasonably be considered a soft drink, and left her alone. Easy.

Valerie got back to cleaning up her work area, there wasn’t more for her to accomplish just staring at the sitting area. The bell at the door would let her know if she had to turn around.

Which it did, twenty minutes later. It wasn’t Sam leaving, but some new guy wanting an order. Normal. Except Sam wasn’t sitting alone anymore. When had Danny got here? It wasn’t with Sam- she saw her come in alone. At the same time as new customer guy? Only if he could teleport. Pretty sure the Fentons didn’t have a magic teleporter invented yet, or there’d be way more weird ghost hunter home invasions.

She wasn’t staring. She wasn’t. Took an order, made it, put the cash in the register all without staring at the weirdness of a suddenly appearing ex. Totally.

Danny didn’t even do coffee! Why would he be here? You’d think someone so constantly tired would at least try coffee for the caffeine kick- but he acted like she suggested he stick his tongue in a blender when she asked if that’s what he kept in his thermos one day. Kind of a weird overreaction, but that was just Danny. It was kind of cute in a way, like he needed big reactions to get noticed at all. Considering his family though… she could get it.

If there weren’t more customers coming she might have gone over and asked if he wanted anything. Even if Manson would have been catty about it. She wasn’t scary, just loud.

Mostly people going to join the first guy who ordered. Friends meeting up, probably. Did it matter? No, but thinking about it gave her something to do as her feet got sore and staring while cleaning got boring.

Nosy friends. Sam wasn’t happy, judging by the death glares. Like she wasn’t ever loud with Danny or Tucker. Sheesh.

“Hey Val, can I get a water?”

She blinked once, twice. Danny had not gotten to the counter that fast. Without even making a sound against the slick tile floor. Yet there he was, shy half grin on his face, rubbing the back of his neck like he was asking for a big favour.

“Sure, but it’s gotta be in the dinky little cup. That alright?” It was a dumb policy, but that was jobs for you. What was he going to do with a coffee cup full of cold water, make ‘illegal tea’? Who cares?

“Totally. Thanks.” Danny’s grin grew, almost a bit too much for a guy getting a baby cup of tap water.

It was weird. The hairs on the back of her neck shouldn’t be acting up from Danny just being a bit of a goof over water. She forced the stupid feeling down as she handed over the drink and shook her brain back to reality. “No problem. Nasty Burger closed or something?”

“Nah. Tuck’s just grounded and Sam wanted to go somewhere that didn’t reek of cooking animals,” he said, adding playful air quotes to reek before taking the cup. “Those guys don’t seem like they’re locals, what do you think?”

“Listen, after like two hours you all look the same.” Valerie answered with an eye roll, earning another laugh from the boy. “I don’t think I’ve seen them here before though, no.”

“Elmerton, maybe?”

“Maybe? I don’t get paid enough to pay that much attention to them.” Valerie rubbed her forehead before looking at Danny again. Somehow he’d gotten even worse at making conversation! Who cares about some slightly noisy table group?

“We’d find out pretty quick if there was a ghost attack.”

Danny was joking, obviously, but it didn’t keep her from leaning over to hiss “Don’t you dare speak bad luck into my day, Fenton” under her breath.

“Okay, okay! I’m totally not doing that,” he held up his hands in mock surrender, but the easy smile stayed in place.

Sometimes she really wanted to strangle the stick of a boy. Ghosts weren’t funny! He knew that! Some were pathetic, but still not funny. “Good.”

Danny gave a little wave, nearly spilling the thimbleful of water that could fit in the sad little cup as he headed back to the looming thunderstorm that was Sam.

Maybe she was glaring as much as the goth was, she kept feeling the need to blink or rub at her eyes, but they didn’t feel dry. Weird. Her suit would warn her of any real danger from spectral pests, but she could do without randomly feeling really off for no reason.

Oh! She was just feeling weird because it wasn’t so loud anymore. That was all. The uncomfortable chill and too long shadows were just in her head. The noisy group kept looking around and fidgeting in their seats instead of just loudly saying everything and everything. Sam was comfortable enough, even if it looked like the light on her side of the room had died, leaving her and Danny lurking in shadows that kept creeping closer and closer to the other group- not literally.

She shook her head. She needed a break. Pushing back into the employee’s only section would give her a moment to drink some water and wake up before she started seeing things.

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“Pushing it a bit? She totally almost caught you.”

“But she didn’t.” Danny pushed Sam’s comment away as he slid out of his seat. “Besides, I thought you wanted me to get ‘em to shut up a bit.”

“I did. You’re just being extra,” Sam rolled her eyes, watching the now quite cowed group of out-of-towners.

Danny gave a loose shrug, shoulders weirdly out of tune with the movement that should be all about them. “I’m hungry! No one local ever gets scared of easy stuff anymore,” his arm twitched as he spoke, a faint green twisting and twining through his skin. It seemed to thread through skin and muscle, pulsing and pulling bits from beneath before sliding back into smooth skin again, a secret no one was meant to really see.

Sam pointedly avoided looking at that arm. She didn’t try to tell him to be more careful again either.

Danny’s grin slid a bit too far to be comfortable on a human face before he moved closer to the group that kept looking for the door. “Hey. Did any of you guys see the light switch? It’s kind of dark here.”

It was dark in here. On a bright sunny day, with all the windows open. It shouldn’t be- but ghosts hardly cared about what ‘shouldn’t’ be. He wanted it to be dark- and his powers obliged. Eagerly, even. Happy, delighting that instead of squabbling and fighting with another ghost he was going to do what they were meant to do. Scare the daylights out of the living. Grab the feeling and emotion and life his own chest forgot how to feel some days. More and more often, lately.

“No? I-I didn’t really see anything.” The first person tried to answer back, failing to match Danny’s easy smile, leaning further back in his chair as Danny leaned forward, a tilt to his head.

“Really? Darn. Maybe one of you can help me out?”

It was funny. He was totally still ‘Danny Fenton’ right now, asking a very casual question in an easy way but everyone lurched back as if he asked to rip out their teeth. “I totally get it if you can’t though. I just have bad luck with switches.”

He reached out, arm twitching again in an awful, too loose way. Like he’d popped it out of his arm socket but it kept slowly reaching towards his target as it twisted and seemed to burn. Neon green scarring burst out from his fingertips and spread as he got closer and closer and flared into a painful glow as they screamed and tried to back away from him.

His friends didn’t do much better, scrambling away and abandoning their friend to the ‘terrifying thing’ casually just walking after him.

“What are you! Get back!”

Danny ignored the panicked pleading, only grinning as the others found the door to be locked. “Huh? I’m just a guy asking you for help?”

“No you aren’t! You-you-you’re some monster!”

His eyes flashed green as he put his twisted, burning, scarring arm to his chest. “A monster? Really?” The green scarring spread like the electricity that first caused it- the damage throwing his whole body into a sickly painful looking glow. “Is that what you see?”

His target tripped as he tried to escape, tangled in his own legs and shaking too much to really gain any ground even as Danny didn’t move above walking speed. “If I’m such a monster, how about you tell me how it feels?”

The shriek was enough to hurt his ears for a second as he reached forward and grabbed the unfortunate human, the rolling green transferred over for only seconds before it leapt back to Danny, slowly fading back under his skin and taking all the horrific damage with it.

The doors had unlocked, letting all the others escape as he rocked on his heels, waiting for the one who’d passed out from sheer terror to get back up. It wasn’t as if he ACTUALLY felt how awful that day was. It was a fraction, a hint of his own memory. Not fatal. Just absolutely terrifying.

“And Sam calls me dramatic.” Danny muttered, nudging them again with his foot before joining Sam back at the table. He could just say the others pranked him and left him if Valerie was annoyed at the unconscious person on the floor.

After all, it wasn’t as if any ghost was here. She’d know about an ‘attack’. He’d just gotten his own kind of snack.

#danny phantom #holiday truce 2023 #gift fic #phandom truce 2023

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cricket-reader · 1 year ago

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Side of the Road III

Summary: the team has to come to terms with the new guest at the compound. Old wounds are brought to the surface for Bucky.

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, Tony Stark being himself, mentions of near death experience, mentions of wounds, probably incorrect medical jargon/procedures, Bucky’s negative thoughts

Word Count: 1,201

A/N: Today is my official one year anniversary of this account. Thanks to everyone who followed me and left comments. I appreciate you all more than words can say! I figured to celebrate by posting a continuation of my first ever fic I posted to Tumblr!

Series Masterlist | Part 2

The next morning, Stark is at the coffee machine as the rest of the team meander in. Bucky didn’t get any sleep, too preoccupied about the guest they picked up. Steve and Sam didn’t get much sleep either, haunted by the mutilated figure of that innocent woman. Bruce and Helen stayed up until the woman’s body was stable enough to move out of the cradle, and even then they took turns keeping watch over her.

“You guys, I had the weirdest dream last night. I don’t remember specifics, but there was a lady wrapped in our coats trying to give terminator over there a-”

“Stark.” Steve’s sharp voice cuts off his sentence.

Tony’s head whips around to see the haunted faces of his teammates. Frowning, he sets his mug on the counter.

“So… it was real?” He shrugs with a non-committal hum before plastering a smirk over his features. “I thought it was a weird dream anyway. Why would I want that image in my mind?”

“Knock it off, Stark. That girl almost died. This is no joking matter.”

Tony’s face pales. He didn’t think it was serious. How much did he have to drink last night? “What exactly happened?”

“We’re not sure. Her back was mangled and she was left in below freezing temperatures with nothing to protect her against the cold. If she had been administered to any normal hospital, she would have died.”

Tony’s hand scrubs over his scruffy facial hair. “There was no one around?”

“Nope, it seemed like whoever did that to her dropped her there to die.”

“Well, shit.”

Tony doesn’t like the sound of this. He is naturally an untrusting person. Hell, he doesn’t even let the Avengers—the team he has worked with for years—see the real him. Letting an unknown into his compound is a risky move. But how far would his enemies go to get to him—to the team? Surely they wouldn’t send him a nearly-dead woman to take him or his team out.

First of all, there are much more efficient ways to get rid of him, as evident with the whole Obie spectacle. Secondly, no one on the brink of death could take out his teammates. He’ll just have to keep an eye on her when she makes her recovery.

“Friday, my love, how is our newest guest settling into our wonderful compound?”

“Her vitals appear to be stable. She has not woken up yet, but she is recovering thanks to Doctor Cho and Banner,” Friday responds, diligent as ever.

“Great,” he claps his hands together before grabbing his coffee and disappearing to his lab.

Steve scoffs. “How can he be so cruel? It’s like he doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

Bucky frowns, grabbing a mug for himself and Steve. The bitter liquid spurts into the cups, ready to give them fuel for the day—or at least for a few minutes.

On his part, Bucky isn’t completely convinced that Stark’s true nature is cruel. Bucky honestly suspects it has everything to do with him. Who would want to show their true face to the psycho who killed their parents? Not for the first time, he wonders if the team would be better off without him.

“Wow, I see how it is,” Sam grumbles, grumpily grabbing his own mug and making his own coffee.

“What? Don’t tell me princess Sam needs his overly sugary excuse for coffee made for him. Would you like me to cut up your breakfast into small pieces too?”

Sam rolls his eyes, saying something about jerk-faced super-soldiers getting on his nerves.

When Bruce steps into the kitchen, the atmosphere stills. Conversation halts and eyes dart towards his exhausted figure.

Bruce sighs. “She’s stable for now. We almost lost her a few times, but she’s a fighter. We’ve got her on a feeding tube and everything until she wakes up.”

“The marks on her back?” Sam questions.

“The cellular regeneration worked. From the brief look I got at the wounds, I suspect she was either whipped or someone took to carving into her with a knife.”

A shattering sound breaks the otherwise silent response. Heads turn to look at Bucky who is staring in shock at what’s left of the broken piece of pottery in his vibranium hand—almost as if he hasn’t registered that it was him who destroyed it.

Bucky doesn’t even feel the burning liquid seeping into his shirt and jeans.

Swallowing, he looks around the room, shame filling his body as he goes to clean up the mess he made. Steve tells him to go get cleaned up before Bucky can even start to pick up the shattered pieces.

Allowing Steve to do just this one thing for him, Bucky storms out of the room. On the way to his room he tries to think of a way to repay Steve for helping him, even if he has been told that he doesn’t owe Steve anything on numerous occasions.

Distraction, he realises.

He’s trying to distract himself from the fact that some poor woman had to endure some of the same kind of torture he went through. He grits his teeth, remembering the way those whips tore at his flesh. The way they burned their way through the outermost layers of skin and kept digging and digging and-

She had to go through that too

His gut churns, heart beating faster and faster. Disgust, hatred, and pure unadulterated rage claw their way through his body. He needs to punch something—he needs to punish those who punished her.

The door to his room slams open. If it were any normal door, it would have broken off its hinges. The only reprieve he receives from the force he used comes in the form of the hole where the doorknob met the wall. He slams his door back shut, knowing at this point he’s acting like a toddler with a tantrum but not having it in him to care.

Why is he so angry?

In all his time as the Winter Soldier, one would think that he had seen enough horrors to be numbed to anything and everything around him. So why does this irk him so much?

It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t like it. He shouldn’t feel this way over some poor woman he knows nothing about. For all he knows, she could have deserved it. She could be the scum of the earth finally broken down to her last resorts. She could be as bad as his captors in Hydra. Turning a blind eye to the corruption or playing a direct hand in an unwilling participant’s torture.

But the way she begged him. Please—no… no more… It appalled him that she reminded him so much of himself. Of his early days where he fought with everything he had, the days where he begged the doctors to stop, to let him die, to have mercy.

It hits too close to home, he decides. That is the reason he is so worked up about it. She has been broken down into a shell of herself just as he had been.

He deserved those lashings after all the blood that stained his hands. Did she?

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vanilla-c0c0 · 2 years ago

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William Rex route - ch. 3 summary

All possible disclaimers are valid! I'm not a mother tongue speaker and I'm doing this for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed.

The “pleasant place” that William invited MC to is a mansion; inside, there is a variety of different people pleasantly chatting together while exchanging drinks. Young and old, men and women, nobles and normal people: it’s a social gathering with no social status restrictions. According to William, it’s similar to the coffee houses that were popular in the 18th century, and it seems to be called “Mad Tea Party”, taking its inspiration from Alice in Wonderland. The only two rules are: respect the will of others and do not engage in monetary transactions. As long as these rules are respected, one can exchange information, make friends, have discussions, etc. MC asks if this is William’s mansion, and he says that although he owns the land and building, it’s managed by a completely different person.

People start approaching and exchanging words of gratitude/greetings with William, and there is even a woman who gives him a pamphlet in favour of women’s suffrage. MC wonders if people there know that he is a part of Crown, but the moment she thinks of that, he puts his lips to her ear. “They don’t know anything; you’re the only one who knows my secret here. Be careful not to let it slip by mistake. Other than that, spend your time as you please.” A great sense of responsibility dawns on MC, who decides to look around in order to try calming her turbulent heartbeat. In the crowd of people, she spots a familiar red-haired man, and involuntarily lets out a voice. When William asks her if she knows the man, she replies that he’s a newspaper reporter she kind of admires; he would come to the post office every now and then, and he has always been friendly. William recalls that his name is Brian Bennett, and MC explains that he’s a hero-like reporter who helps the weak and crushes the strong, unafraid of greater powers and leader of the civil movement. He then asks her why won’t she approach him, as her eyes are as bright as when she was watching the stage back at the theatre. It’d be a shame to hide it (the emotion in her eyes). MC doesn’t feel confident enough to do such a thing; firstly, he probably doesn’t even remember her name, and secondly, he’s an actor on stage, whereas she’s just a spectator. “That’s not true. You, me, and him are all standing in the same place” (IF EVERYONE IS NOT SPECIAL MAYBE YOU CAN BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE- sorry.). Suddenly, William narrows his eyes as he ponders something.

William: “There’s no helping it. I’ll cast a small magic on you.”

William holds his index finger to her lips and beckons her towards a deserted corner of the room. Confused, she approaches William who has his back to the wall. In an instant, her position is reversed. “I duly advised you not to trust my words too much. And yet… you followed me to a place like this in the middle of the night. Would it be easier for me to get my point across if I told you that it’s too late to resist now? (Note: I’m heavily interpreting this last sentence bc I couldn’t understand it). This is my land, whatever I do, no one will blame me.”

“Even if you shout out loud, no one will come to your rescue.” William traces the contour of her cheek, barely touching it. “Come on, what should you say when a bad guy is pressing you like this? A good girl like you should know.”

MC: “….S-Stop.”

William: “Ahah, with a whisper like that, I can’t even hear you”

MC: “Please stop!”

William: “….well done.”

Suddenly someone approaches. “It’s surprising that Count Rex would do such a barbaric thing.” A fearless voice flies between them, and flame red hair appear in the picture: Brian Bennett has arrived. William immediately steps away from MC and comments that since she’s such a charming lady, he couldn’t help himself.

William: “Brian, while I’m still able to think straight, could you please take her away?”

Brian complies, but as they’re leaving, MC notices William winking at her. The magic he was talking about earlier… did he lure out Mr. Brian on purpose? “Shhh—“ What a pushy guy! Returning to the centre of the room, the reporter offers MC a glass of champagne, formally introducing himself; he remembers her name, and tells her that her boss was surprised when she was suddenly summoned to the royal palace out of nowhere. Furthermore, he praises her skills as a delivery girl, embarrassing MC who would like to convey her admiration for him. “I always read your articles. Please continue doing your best from now on, too.” (Ahh, what a terrible comment…!! There’s so much I’d like to tell him and yet…!). Brian laughs and thanks her, asking if he could sometime interview her, the woman who made Count Rex go crazy. He hands over his business card, and MC finally feels like she’s in the spotlight, too. In the meantime, a gentle piano melody flows in as if to snuggle up to people’s conversations: William is playing the one playing, and it's the gentlest sound MC has ever heard. A sense of security enevolps her, uplifting her spirits and filling her chest with encouragement (note: she says that it feels as if the melody is giving her a light, encouraging push on her back).

MC: “How well do you know William Rex?”

Brian says he’s the one that invited him to the gathering, and that he first met the man when he was starting out on his career; William gave him the courage to shake off his hesitation and take a step forward. Usually, activists and people like him are seen as enemies by the nobles, but William proudly supports them, which is the reason why some believe he can live this peacefully (note: I think he means in the sense that he’s not attacked by the activists); he doesn’t hesitate to support the people he likes, regardless of status or background. And, by the way, Brian adds that this is the first time he’s ever seen him approach a woman like that, when usually he’s on the receiving end. MC looks at William’s face from a distance: even when in the middle of the spotlight, he’s the focus of people’s smiles and praises. Yet, the other night she saw the face of the ruthless and terrifying killer. Which one is the real him? The mystery deepens more and more. Maybe, all his doings were not a malicious trap for her, after all. At least not for today.

MC: “By the way… I heard that William was involved in some kind of incident (the one that caused the foundation of Crown) in the past. Do you happen to know anything?”

As soon as she says that, Brian’s expression changes and his voice is low as he explains, wary of their surroundings. From when it happened, the incident was hidden by the government, so it never caused a big ruckus. When William is asked about it, he just smiles and doesn’t say much. Since the topic is considered as semi-taboo in society, Brian promises MC he’ll send a letter later on to explain the details. She thinks that she has no choice but to unravel the truth, wondering if this is what he was talking about when he gave her the knife. Switching topics, the reporter asks her if the fact that she’s there tonight has anything to do with her sudden summoning at the palace. “I’m sorry… I can’t tell you.” Brian guesses that she might get in trouble if she does, and quickly drops the subject.

The two of them part ways, and MC goes to sit next to the grand piano. William stops playing and asks her if she has spoken to her heart’s content; “…you used an outrageous magic, didn’t you?” William comments that reporters and newspapers love gossip and sensational stories, and Brian is an activist with a strong sense of justice. He shrugs his shoulders without any apology, and MC can’t help but laugh, finally in a natural way.

MC: “Thank you very much.”

William: “I was doing such a bad action… did you enjoy it?”

She realises once more that she doesn’t know who the man in front of her is; and although her vigilance has not gone down to zero, it is still true that a conversation with the person she admires has lifted her heart and spirits.

MC: “…Yes, thanks to you.”

By the time they get back to the castle it’s already past midnight. William escorts MC to her room, saying that he wonders how she will record his sins tonight, and that it’s a pity that he cannot read through her report. MC is puzzled. “Did you commit any sins tonight…?” “What do you think?” Again. Whenever she asks a question, he asks one of his own to hear her opinion. This forces her to take a look deep into her heart, searching for answers she doesn’t even know herself. Tonight, in Brian’s eyes William must have looked “evil”, a bad guy who forcibly approached a woman; but in hers… “I don’t think you were guilty… at least for me”. He neither confirms nor denies it, he simply smiles mischievously at her.

William: “Then, let’s commit one sin.”

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year ago

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 9

"Robert, I do not understand why you are this hostile against Cora. Even after she proved to be useful. When was the last time we had such a success?"

Robert took a sip of his whiskey. "How can you call this a success already; we do not even have results yet."

"My dear brother, they call that instinct. I feel this is going to be big."

"And why is Cora getting all these credits. As if we did not do anything for this event. I am so sick and tired of playing second fiddle. I also do not understand why Papa is not restoring Downton. We have enough money to make that happen. We do not have to live their anymore, we could rent it out. By rebuilding Downton, we can offer a lot of jobs for the village and take back our place as providers for the village. Like in old times."

Rosamund sighed, she knew Robert had always dreamt of rebuilding Downton, he also attached immense importance to their title, something she never understood. For her the whole Milady and Milord business was old fashioned, she was surprised to hear it tonight again from miss Baxter. Robert had probably told her, she should address them that way. On Monday, she would ask Miss Baxter to not do that from now on, she was just Rosamund. She did not care about the title and rank they had. It did not add anything, especially not here in London. "Robert." She started, but she saw his attention was somewhere else. Rosamund followed his gaze and she saw Cora standing at the bar. She had never seen the guy she was with, probably a friend she made.

"I do not like that man." Robert said, without taking his eyes of Cora.

"Do you know him?" Rosamund asked.

"Never seen him before, but I do not like the vibe he gives. Something is wrong, look at Cora." Robert continued.

Rosamund now looked better and indeed saw that Cora was tense, and her hand on his arm was not out of kindness, but to hold his hand away from her. The guy leaned in and tried to kiss her. Without a word, Robert got up and walked towards the bar.

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Cora was waiting for her drink at the bar, when she noticed a man standing next to her.

"I have not seen you here before." he said.

"I can say the same thing to you." Cora replied.

"You are not from here, I hear an American accent, am I right?"

Something was off with this man, Cora thought. She wished he would leave her alone. "I am waiting for a friend." was her short answer.

"We can wait together."

He moved his hand to her waist, but Cora put her hand on his arm to keep him from touching her.

"That is alright, but I can wait alone."

The man leaned in, but just before he could kiss her, Cora heard: "There you are." A strong arm turned her around and pulled her away from the bar.

"Robert?" Cora said surprised.

"Come sit with us." Robert said trying to get her further away from the bar, but Robert was pulled back from her.

"I was first." The unknown man said. "Find your own woman." He pushed Robert back and grabbed Cora's arm to pull her closer to him. "She wants to be with me."

"No, I do not want that." Cora said, pulling her arm back.

Robert stepped in between them. "You heard the lady; she does not want your company. Bugger off."

Before he could walk away with Cora, the other guy swung at him and hit his jaw.

"Robert!" Cora exclaimed. There were a lot of people now surrounding them trying to keep the men apart.

"What did you do that for?" Robert pressed his hands against his face.

"We should leave." Cora heard Rosamund say. "Come on."

The three of them left the pub, when they were outside, Cora turned towards Robert. "Thank you." She said very timid. "We should get you some ice for your jaw. My apartment is around the corner."

"Did you know that man?" Rosamund asked her, while they walked towards her apartment.

"This was the first time I saw him. But I have not been in a pub very much, since I arrived."

"He is not a regular." Robert added, "Never seen him before at this pub and after tonight I do not think we will see him again.

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Cora showed Robert and Rosamund the living room, she went into the kitchen to get him some ice. This was a weird turn of events she thought. Robert in her house was not something she would ever think would happen. And Robert getting into a fight for her, was even further from what she was expecting. She had not even seen him in the pub. She knew they went out for a drink, and she could have known that they went to this pub. It was the one where she first met Rosamund and it was Robert's local pub. She walked into the living room and handed Robert a bag of ice.

"Thank you." He looked up.

"No, no, I have to thank you. I think you saved me for a horrible night." Cora did not like the idea to say thanks to Robert. But he did save her, she did not want to think about the things that man would have done with her. "I got lucky you two were in the same pub."

"That is not really a coincidence. It is our pub, so of course we will be there a lot."

Cora raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean it is your pub? You mean it is the pub you are a regular?"

Robert sighed annoyed, why was this woman so exasperating. "As I say, it is our pub. Did you even pay attention to the name of it?"

It was like bricks fell into place in Cora's mind. The pub was called. 'The Grantham arms' She had not made the connection. She tried to play dumb. "What has Grantham have to do with Crawley?"

Rosamund was the one to answer. "I think we need to tell you about our family a little bit more. We are coming from an old English blood line. There is a title attached to our name and that is Grantham. We own an estate up north and there was a building Downton Abbey. But due to a big fire, that house is not liveable anymore, for many years now. Our father decided to leave it be and start a business here in London. But even without the building, our title still exists. We are lords and ladies, although I believe it is very old fashioned to use those terms."

"It is not." Robert said indignant. "We should be proud of our title and use it more than we do know. Miss Baxter is the only one who knows how she should behave, and she still uses Milord and Milady."

"Oh, Robert. Stop this. It is old fashioned, and you know that. The only reason Miss Baxter uses those terms, is because you told her to do so. I wonder why John is not falling for that trick."

Cora stayed silent and watched them bicker.

"Well." Robert now turned towards Cora. "If it is up to me, we are going to rebuild Downton into its full glory."

"I do hope you are not expecting me to use your title from now on?" Cora replied. "How is your jaw feeling? Can I have a look?" Carefully she pulled the bag of ice out of Robert's hands and softly placed her fingers on his jaw.

Robert was surprised by the softness of her skin against his. Her touch was gentle. He lowered his eyes and said. "You can call us by our first names, as you were doing until now." He could not look up into her eyes. Her touching him, did something for which he was not prepared. His skin was prickling, and he had the urge to pull her against him. He looked up at Rosamund and said. "We should leave, it is late."

Cora quickly pulled her hand back; she was not sure why she was still holding his jaw. "See you on Monday."

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persoj · 1 year ago

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People have entered and exited this café since I started running it. Most look terrified as they enter, wary of this new environment. I find the best thing to do is smile, sit them down with a cup and explain the whole thing to them. I have a script for it now, almost fully memorised. Usually goes a little like this:

"Here, have a cup. Sit down. My name is Ava. I run this café. Right now, you're not quite alive. You're not dead, don't panic yet. But here is where most come before they pass on. Most people who come in here usually make it out alive, though. At the moment, there's probably someone trying to save your life in a hospital or something. Imagine that! Or maybe you've been put in a coma. Like [Name] over there, they've been here for [Amount of time]. Why don't you go and talk to them? They can probably answer some of your questions."

At the moment, the person who I usually refer them too is Jamie. He's been here for about 2 weeks. Keeps to himself for the most part, unless I send someone over. Then he opens up a bit. He told me that he finds comfort in knowing that he'll probably never meet these people face to face. And even if he does, they won't know what he looks like. That's the fun thing about this place. You don't ever look like yourself, not unless you really want to. I think I've changed my appearance about 70 times since I opened this place. Can't even remember what I looked like. I'm pretty sure I was blonde or brunette or something, but I can never be fully sure.

It's been about 10 years since I opened the shop. I've seen lots of people come and go. Some older people (the older ladies are always so nice), some middle aged, some who look too young to be dying. That's the saddest part. Seeing the smaller ones. Teens, little kids, toddlers, even babies. Everyone feels sad when a child comes through. The whole café sort of just quietens, and everyone comes to talk to them and comfort them. The babies are always held and rocked, and everyone gives them a hug before leaving them with me. I have a room in the back just for the babies. The toddlers will usually play with each other, or just the adults in general. Usually puts a smile on people's faces. It can also really help when a new person walks in. Jittery, jumpy, and shaking. Then a toddler approaches them, asking them to play with toy cars. It's always very cute, and the person calms down almost immediately. The kids always seem a little scared. Stranger Danger makes them wary, as it should. But they learn to trust you eventually. Once you've talked to them, gained their trust and handed them a lollipop or chocolate bar or two, they calm down. The teens are easy enough. They're old enough to be told what's happening to them. You sit them down, explain things whilst you bend at their knees, answer what few questions they may have, then leave them in the corner with a drink. They tend to just sit and contemplate. Most young adults do, as well.

Some try to ask me about my story. I rarely tell them. Only if they end up somehow staying here more than a month. After that time frame, they've earned the privilege. I tell them about the accident, the large truck that rammed into me. I tell them about the coma I've been in for the last ten years. I tell them about the people who come and go, and about my family. My parents, my wife, my brothers and sisters and friends and just everyone I can think of. Just because I rarely tell the story, doesn't mean I don't want to. I tell them everything. My entire life, from start to near-finish. It's always liberating.

Anyways, there's a new customer coming in. I think I'm going to give them a blue cup.

Thank you for reading this far if you did :) I'm very new to tumblr and to writing, so any tips are appreciated!

You run a café on the edge of life and death. Souls who have been departed from their bodies temporarily, such as in comas or near-death experiences, can relax in your quaint cafe for as long as they need before they can either return to their bodies or begin their journey to the afterlife.

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bambisgirl · 2 years ago

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confident ; 61. it’s your world and i’m just in it

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4th of june 2022, a few months later…

“i can’t believe freshman year is over!” sunoo exclaims happily, clapping his hands. heeseung grins as he quickly pecks your lips, caressing your cheek right after.

“losers.” jay says flatly and jake laughs at the table right next to yours.

“you’re in your third year so who’s laughing now?” riki rolls his eyes and everyone chuckles. jay and jake jokingly frown at him and pretend to talk to themselves.

you are now at the hybe pub, sitting at a table with heeseung, sunoo, jungwon, riki and sunghoon. there wasn’t enough space for the eight of you, so jay and jake sat at another table with the premise that ‘they’ll attract more ladies if they’re being seen alone’.

it’s been a hell of a ride just like jungwon said after he found out you and heeseung got together. you’ve been dating for half a year already and things couldn’t get any better.

you turn your head to look at his sharp jawline as he moves his left hand under the table, gently stroking your thigh while listening to sunoo and riki bickering about their stinky dorm room.

it took a while, but all of the four boys finally accepted the fact that you deeply cared about all of them in different ways.

since he is right next to your boyfriend, sunghoon sees heeseung’s hand on you and immediately looks away, trying to distract himself by telling jake he’s the biggest dumbfuck he’s ever seen. men.

sunghoon still wasn’t over you, yet he tried his best to keep his cool every time you were going out. he was already the famous heartbreaker in your college before the two of you started messing around, but after the two of you ended up your situationship months ago, he had never dated any other girl — not even one night stands.

karina broke his heart first and made him become a player, then you made him want to commit — only to break his heart again.

you felt absolutely awful. when you found out sunghoon only fought heeseung in the snow just so he could wake him up to reality, you cried yourself to sleep.

sunghoon needed love — so much love, but you couldn’t be the one giving it to him in the way he needs it.

you’re absolutely sure he’s going to find it one day, though.

jake took after the old sunghoon and started having one night stands on a daily basis, still not finding someone who he’d want to settle down for. he’s never been the relationship kind of guy anyway — the only girl he’d give up his flings for would’ve been you.

on the other hand, jay went on a few nice dates with some business administration freshmen he found cute, yet nothing has worked out so far. he always thought of himself as mature and warmhearted so he wanted a girl that he could take care of, yet he never felt that kind of connection with anyone except from you.

riki, sunoo and jungwon continued to be chaotic roommates and your closest friends. since all three of them stayed in a room of four, they prayed the empty bed wouldn’t get occupied now that they’ll be sophomores (spoiler alert: a tall, quiet third year named choi soobin who’s definitely not ready for the gross dorm is going to move in before the year starts).

jungwon and jake became best friends all of a sudden which probably shocked you the most out of all. they had a fight a few weeks ago when jake tried to hit on jungwon’s sister while he was drunk, but now that jake is aware of jungwon’s taekwondo skills… well, that’s another story to be told sometime.

“your drinks, guys.” choi yeonjun interrupts jay’s story about how jake’s ex-girlfriend thought layla was his side chick and broke up with him over text.

yeonjun and eve’s dad was apparently the owner of all the hybe pubs in town and he was working in this one, the closest to his university.

your relationship with him or his sister wasn’t ideal, but you were talking and hanging out once in a while as he actually turned out to be a very intelligent, kind boy.

“mojito for sunghoon, sex on the beach for hee— oh shit, i’m so sorry!” he suddenly stops handing the drinks, spilling heeseung’s all over jay’s lap.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” jay whines and everyone bursts into hysterical laughter. yeonjun clumsily begins wiping jay’s clothes with a napkin as you’re trying your best to not fall off the chair.

yeonjun awkwardly touches jay’s crotch, trying to help him. “ew, get your hands off me!” he yells and yeonjun widens his eyes as he realizes he just touched jay’s penis through his pants.

jake almost chocked.

“just go away!” jay rolls his eyes at the hybe student as yeonjun apologizes one more time before turning around to go remake heeseung’s drink.

“hyung, we’re still on for that dance battle later on, right?” riki asks yeonjun before he leaves to bring the rest of the drinks.

“san and hyunjin will be here after i’m done with my shift.” yeonjun informs riki as he handles everyone their cocktails, the youngest murmuring an ‘i’m gonna beat your ass’ which yeonjun only responds to with a smirk. once a cocky bastard, always a cocky bastard.

you heard giggles a few tables away, taking a look at karina and eve laughing at what just happened with yeonjun and jay. you throw a small smile their way, them returning it right after.

“wanna get out of here?” you feel heeseung’s hot breath on your neck.

“thought you’d never ask.”

“this is the ugliest thing i’ve ever seen.” heeseung winces, putting away the green lego dinosaur ryujin gifted the both of you.

“it’s so cute!” you pout, snuggling closer to heeseung’s chest, careful not to destroy your roommate’s most prized possession like you did that time when you snuck out to see sunghoon at midnight. you still have a small bruise on your left knee after tripping over that cursed coffee table.

you’re now on the roof of the decelis university, watching the sunset together as you’re laying down on heeseung’s buzz lightyear blanket he brought from home.

“you’re cute.”

“ew.” you playfully roll your eyes as heeseung puts one of his arm under your body, the other one wrapped around your waist.

“what?” heeseung pretends to be hurt by placing his palm over his chest. “you don’t like me complimenting my girlfriend?”

“no, you’re cheesy.” you visibly cringe and he laughs, pulling you even closer. “but i kind of enjoy it sometimes.”

“good.” he smiles. “because nothing has changed.”

“mhm…” you hum, taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

“we’re still y/n and heeseung. i’m still in love with you like i’ve been for the past ten years and you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”

when you and heeseung started dating, it felt weirdly natural. the cuddles, late night talks and kisses… everything felt familiar and intimate and right.

“yeah, we act like we always did. well— except that you’re in horny jail every single day.” you let out a sarcastic scoff and heeseung’s cheeks redden in an instant.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he turns his head slightly to look at you. “i’ve been holding myself back for so much time and you’re just so—”

“don’t worry, hee. i didn’t say i don’t like it.”

his features relax and you place a small peck on the corner of his mouth. he’s leisurely stroking your back with his thumb as the sun is almost going down.

“so pretty…” you mumble as heeseung is just staring absentmindedly at your lips moving.

you fascinate him so much. even now, after so much time together — he still feels like there’s parts of you he needs to explore.

he’s mesmerized by the way you talk, how your lips are always pretty even when you don’t have any chapstick on. he loves to watch you apply face cream before putting makeup on or seeing your bare face late at night after wiping it all off. he loves how gentle you are when you sit on his lap and pluck his eyebrows and your delicate fingertips lightly touching his face with whatever skin products you’re putting on him.

he loves mornings when ryujin is out of town and he spends the nights over at your dorm, waking up to your body on top of his and your hair messily spread all over his face. he’s always had this habit of inhaling your scent every time you two were hugging — perhaps because he never wanted to forget it.

he still does it even though you’re finally his now.

heeseung loves every mark on your body and how every curve and line has a story of its own. he always takes his time to kiss each and every single one of it. he loves to braid your hair and the excited squeak that comes out of your mouth whenever he proposes to do sheet face masks together. he gets goosebumps all over his body whenever you lay your finger on him in the slightest way. he’s so vulnerable and sensitive and you take control all over his brain.

he’s so absolutely devoted to you he’s one hundred percent sure he’ll never love someone as much as he loves you. hell, he doesn’t even look at other people. he never thought he was capable of having so much love for someone, but he guessed the love songs were all right.

ever since that day on christmas eve ten years ago when you let him into your world, he knew he wanted to stay there forever.

because, after all… it’s your world and he’s just in it.

you’ve always been the prettiest girl in the world for him, even when you didn’t see it. but he loves how confidence looks on you now.

“it’s been exactly one year since your graduation day.” heeseung murmurs, placing wet kisses on the side of your neck.

“wow, i should get you a cake that says i lost my virginity one year ago then. happy anniversary to your not virgin ass, baby. all thanks to me.”

you both laugh until your stomachs start hurting, heeseung accidentally kicking the lego dinosaur in the process, hoping you didn’t notice.

and, once again as the sun goes down and you’re on the roof like you were exactly one year ago, heeseung doesn’t even watch the sky. he’s watching you.

he’s always watched you.

except for this time, you’re watching him too.

the end

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notes: here it is! :) thank you so much to everyone who read confident, it means the world to me ♡ it was my first smau & it’ll forever have a special place in my heart. i’ll come back to edit it because i don’t like some chapters though lol. i’ll continue writing drabbles with the confident characters in the future since i’m so attached to them T^T please look forward to the confident playlist as well :D please support my current heeseung smau, fancam! i improved a lot hehe. until the next time, all the love as always <3

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silkscream · 2 years ago

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happy 3k love!! can I get a sangria (ik ik I'm a thirsty bitch) with mcu Peter Parker where he's like the complete opposite of his high school self and meets reader? you can go in any direction honestly I don't mind I just love reading the way you put words together 🤰🤰🤰🤰💙

“another round for the ladies over there, y/n.”

you roll your eyes with a smirk. “another one, jim? tell me, has any of them promised you some pussy yet tonight?”

“oi, fuck off,” the man in front of you huffs. “it’s called being a gentleman.”

you scoff, shaking your head, but continue to pour five tequila shots anyway. jim, your thirty-five year old regular, was always unlucky when it came to finding dates, often keeping company with whatever gaggle of sorority girls caught his eye or happened to catch on that he was easily manipulated. you watched every friday night for 1) your own amusement, 2) being nice to jim granted great tips even though you had to deny his many advances, and 3) you needed to make sure the bastard wasn’t actually a creep to any of these young girls.

“whatever you say, james.”

you turn to update his tab when a familiar voice pipes up behind you.

“what kind of mezcal do you have?”

your head whips to the source of the voice. you lock eyes with a pair of familiar brown ones, though you aren’t sure where his face is from. a step closer and the boyishness in his face shows much clearer under the lamplight.

“peter? peter parker?”

“hey,” he chuckles.

“thought you were at MIT or whatever.”

“you know it’s the summer time, right?” he raises a brow. something about his appearance is more refined, hardened compared to the last time you saw him. when you had last seen peter parker, you were both in graduation gowns and you’d watched him walk the stage to take his diploma. he had been holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, cheek to cheek with michelle jones while his aunt may had an arm around his neck. you didn’t have the courage to congratulate him, let alone tell him about your two-year crush, and then he’d vanished before your eyes. seeing him now was like being inside a dream.

“right,” you blink at him, clearing your throat to make an attempt back at professionalism. “oh! uh, we’ve got peloton de la muerte, don amado…”

“i’ll just get a mezcal mule with whatever you prefer,” he interrupts. you nod with a sheepish smile.

you can feel his eyes scanning your body as you make his drink, which has your back straightening like a tree.

“on the house,” you murmur as you set the glass in front of him.

“what? really?”

“it’s not every day you get a midtown alum at your bar,” you shrug, leaning your elbow on the counter. you hope he doesn’t see right through you.

“surprising. i thought you’d see tons considering how many of them stay in manhattan,” peter shrugs.

he’d made you nervous before, back in high school, mostly because he was so unprecedented and you were so timid and stuck in the shadows. meanwhile, peter exuded pure sunlight with his bashfulness, his kindness. it didn’t particularly set in the person in front of you, though. maybe it had been two or three years since graduation, but at the moment, it feels like you’re talking to a new version of the boy you once spent countless decathlon practices with.

“it’s good money, the bartending?” he quips with curiosity as he sips his drink.

“it’s enough for the summer. lots of lonely men need a couple drinks and some female company.”

“better than trying to save the world.”

“what do you mean?”

peter doesn’t answer. he merely flashes you a smile that definitely hides something underneath, but you don’t know him enough to pry. to be fair, you hardly know him at all. you only have the idea of him that you’d made up during your high school years, and even now, you assume that you’ll probably go home and dream of made-up versions of him. his presence is like a test to your psyche at the moment. nothing significant — nothing worth giving your time to ever stayed. you didn’t expect peter to, either.

that is, until he orders more drinks. a mezcal mule, a white wine, a ginger ale mixed with whatever your finger lands on when you close your eyes. it’s a weekday night, so most of your usual patrons have fucked off for the night, leaving you to wipe down the counters and sweep before the clock even hits one.

“gotta kick you out, parker.”

“who, me? where am i supposed to go now?” his voice has a begging tone to it that makes you want to sink into quicksand. or maybe you’re drunk, because the shots he was ordering were for you. he’d slip them towards you, insisting that you needed to loosen up on this tuesday night, and you could never say no to free alcohol. he’d given you a fat tip after all.

“i live a few blocks from here. come with. you can wait there when you figure out a way home,” you giggle, pulling on your corduroy button down over your crop top as you head out the door. as you lock up the bar, peter watcheS you with acute attention — he notices the way your eyes are half-lidded after a few shots, the casual slump of your shoulders, the pixie-like cadence of your voice when you talk about something you’re excited about. he thinks you’re adorable.

once you’re able to sit down on the couch in your apartment, peter plops down next to you sloppily. you end up intertwining legs in the most casual way. you don’t even notice, really.

“you’re different than what you used to be, peter parker.”

“how so?” he chuckles.

“scary,” you mumble.

“huh? sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” peter murmurs, grabbing your head from your neck closer to him. you hitch your breath, which lodges itself in his throat when you feel his calloused fingertips. the feeling excites you, has all your neurons firing in your body.

“you’re less nerdy now.”

“i’ve been through a lot,” he purrs into your ear, and no, it’s not like the nerdy peter you once knew at all. it’s the husky voice of someone who knows what he’s doing, someone who’s willing to take what he wants. you hope he does. you hope it’s you.

you take in a breath, looking at the wall in front of you instead of him in an attempt to calm your nerves, but he doesn’t let you. he merely turns your head to plant a kiss on your mouth gently, so delicately as if he’s trying to touch the fluff of a dandelion without all of it floating away. he grins into the kiss when you reciprocate with passion, tongue exploring the inside of his mouth and feeling the taste of mezcal, of lime, of ginger.

when he emerges, his brown eyes are hooded with desire.

“this okay?”

you nod. “you can do whatever you want to me,” you say breathlessly. his cocky smile shows that he’s willing to test that theory.

#asks #spideyspeaches #3k celebration #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #blurb

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dwaeki · 4 years ago

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beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

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bravewolfvesperia · 11 months ago

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Yuri could understand that. Sometimes he had no idea how Jiri managed to keep all of this contained. Heck, the kids were probably extra fussy today because she was out. In perspective though, she probably was the way she was with all the kids because she had to be to keep things together. Even when they were kids, they were a handful by any stretch of the imagination.

As much as Yuri didn't want to put his end of the responsibility onto Flynn, he really was about at his wits end. "Yeah, I... might need the help. At least I might have learned my limits from this." He laughed tiredly, but in a way, it was true. For as much energy as he had, these kids could wipe him out completely if they wanted to.

Thankfully right now they were all content and happy, and the sounds of them playing their game made it clear enough. When it came to playtime, they were generally well behaved even as a group. It was especially nice to see given how many of them differed greatly in age. There were five year olds in the mix with ten year olds, but all things considered, the ten year olds were pretty patient with the younger children.

Even then though, he was pretty sure once he slowed down that he wouldn't be starting up again. He wanted at least some of the night to himself. Yet, he found himself eying the lemonade tray, deciding maybe they should split getting the cups over to the kids. After the day they had, the last thing they needed was Flynn to trip even the tiniest bit on his way to the room.

"Well... I'll help you with bringing the tray over. We can split it onto two trays to make it easier to bring over and less heavy. After that I'll... try to stop my body from autopilot working." He had hardly finished the sentence before he was pulling out another tray, switching some of the cups onto it. Once he lifted it a first time as a test run, he decided it was good enough. "Come on. Before those sharks get too thirsty."

They weren't in there long; just long enough to pass the drinks around to everyone. Some of the older kids got up and helped, getting a quick but soft thanks from Yuri. They were all pretty used to everyone around here helping each other, but it meant a lot more when some of the older kids could see how tired Jiri and the teens sometimes were and offered their help.

Tomorrow was... helping the kids learn to read and write more. All the other teens knew they had to be there for that at least, so if they ran off like they did tonight, they'd definitely be scolded later by Jiri... ...Heck, that was probably why they ran off tonight. They knew they'd have to work hard tomorrow. Jiri wasn't the only one capable of giving looks and Yuri was pretty sure his brothers would understand exactly what it meant when they saw it on his face.

Once he and Flynn were done with the second half of situating the kids, they retreated back into the kitchen so Flynn could clean the remainder of it. As assured, Yuri sank into a chair at the table instead. His feet would probably start feeling a bit sore soon... He was starting to wonder if maybe he should unload at least half of tomorrow's duties onto the other teens. If his thoughts were spoken right now, they'd be coming out in tired, vengeful mumbles.

About a minute was dedicated to just silence from him, arm outstretched on the table with his chin resting on his other arm as Flynn went about the kitchen, but his mind started to wander before he eventually spoke up again. "Hey... do you think it's an emergency or something? She's been gone for a pretty long time... Usually at least one of the adults would've checked on us by now if they knew the old lady was gonna be out this long."

It took a bit of silent bargaining for Flynn to finally get Cass to release him and settle down for his nap. For a while, it seemed like the poor child was seconds away from waking up and bursting into tears the second Flynn placed him down into bed but thankfully a well adjusted blanket and a random teddy bear that Flynn had spotted was enough to convince Cass that maybe sleep was worth it after all. Watching as the small toddler clung to the teddy bear, Flynn left with a warm smile on his face.

The smile… left for a moment when one of the younger boys came in searching for his bear and Flynn was horrified that this was only going to end in one way: Disaster. Thankfully, the Gods decided to be kind for once and decided to show him mercy because after one quick lesson in “Sharing is Caring” the little boy decided to let Cass hold onto it while he slept. And that, Flynn thought as he gently ushered the child back into the main room, could be considered his big victory of the day.

As Flynn headed towards the kitchen, he did a quick head count of the children in the main room. Mostly to make sure he got enough cups out for the lemonade and also to make sure all of the kids were accounted for. Thankfully there were no missing children to be reported. Flynn muttered a near silent prayer of thanks before quietly making his way back into the kitchen.

Upon entering, he was met with the sight of a near exhausted Yuri beginning his task of cleaning the kitchen. When the man greeted him with the slight turn of his head, Flynn nodded with a hum. “Yeah, I had to borrow someone’s teddy bear but we eventually came to an agreement.” He laughed quietly as he began to search for the cups to pour the lemonade into.

Thankfully, Yuri and Flynn had made the lemonade earlier so they didn’t have to worry about making more anytime soon. It was easy enough. Flynn had been put in charge of squeezing the lemons while Yuri measured the sugar and water and after a taste test between the two, they happily decided that it was good enough for the kids while also making sure not to waste all of their remaining sugar on the drink. As he poured the drink into several cups for the children and placed the pitcher aside, he turned and took a moment to really examine Yuri from where he stood.

It was clear that Yuri was hitting the end of his rope for the day and he definitely could understand why. Yuri had been the one who had to run back and forth after the older kids all day while Flynn mostly had to stay behind with the smaller ones and make sure their needs were met. They both had their fair share of work but it seemed like Yuri’s was more demanding at times. And now he was in here trying to clean the kitchen? Flynn frowned and finished laying the glasses out before quietly moving over to Yuri’s side. Reaching out, he starts to tug at the corner of the rag that Yuri was using to wipe down the counter. “Hey, if you want me to take care of cleaning the kitchen, I don’t mind.”

He could easily get the lemonade distributed amongst the children and finish cleaning the kitchen in record time while Yuri took a break. He didn’t want Yuri to crash the second that Jiri showed up. It's happened before it would definitely happen again if Flynn allowed it. But a selfish part of him wanted to hang out with Yuri at least for a little bit after the kids were taken care of for the night. And he couldn't do that when Yuri was passed out in bed. “You’ve been all over the place today. Honestly, I’m a little tired from just watching you.” Ah– Wait, maybe that was a poor choice of words. That insinuated that he had done nothing but stare at Yuri today. Moving on. As he tried not to overthink too heavily on his choice of words, he instead offered the other a tiny smile as if to try and silently coax the other into taking a much needed break.

#mistralxsoul #{ verse: teenager }#{ thread: 19 }

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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago

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Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks.

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything.

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives.

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter.

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night.

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice.

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space.

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself.

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid.

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly.

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation.

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side.

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks.

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows.

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes.

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things.

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen.

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile.

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?”

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks.

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder.

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions.

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two.

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings.

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out.

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt.

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out.

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?”

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles.

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles.

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?”

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod.

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?”

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?”

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips.

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks.

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch.

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night.

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain.

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out.

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted.

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours.

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.”

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours.

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.”

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred.

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump.

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears.

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum.

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines.

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs.

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length.

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point.

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further.

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure.

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again.

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget.

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes.

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off.

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out.

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,” you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all.

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came.

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever.

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go.

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon.

Then a sad look came across his face.

“Spencer what’s wrong?”

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy.

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs.

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.”

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How other great detectives would solve the Chesapeake Ripper murders

A series I do sometimes. For the purpose of this post, I will be assuming Hannibal does not have protagonist protection. I will also do my best not to assume that any of these detectives have protagonist armor, either.

Columbo: Columbo is immediately suspicious when Hannibal says that he “transferred his passion for anatomy into the culinary arts.” When Hannibal talks about his hobby of collecting news clippings about church collapses, Columbo knows for sure that only a serial killer would do that. He keeps needling at Hannibal, being incessantly polite, asking a series of innocuous questions, mentioning that his wife has been urging him to go to therapy and can Hannibal tell him anything about that process? Hannibal can tell he’s smarter than he seems, but doesn’t realize just how smart. He’s also smart enough to finally come to arrest Hannibal with a full squad of burly guys with guns. Columbo is also very sweet to Abigail and they write letters to each other after the case is over.

Phryne Fisher: Phryne has an absolutely marvelous time investigating this case. Hannibal takes her on dates to the opera and fine wine tastings and they have amazing sex. She also almost has sex with Will Graham, but when he collapses on a chair and beings talking about all the troubles he’s been going through, including encephalitis symptoms, she ends up driving him to the hospital instead. Between Will’s testimony about how Hannibal has been misleading him about his symptoms and her own secret swiping of keys, she becomes suspicious and investigates the murder house. When Hannibal catches her, he promises that her death display will be the most beautiful one yet. She shoots him non-fatally and he gets arrested. (She may also be arrested for breaking and entering, but Hannibal can’t exactly claim stand-your-ground when he has a basement freezer full of body parts.) Phryne also possibly sleeps with Alanna.

Sam Spade: I’ll be real here, Sam Spade is probably going to die. His primary method is deliberately antagonizing people into giving him money, and Hannibal would absolutely put him in his ‘rude people’ recipe cards. If Spade was clever, he left a dead man’s switch with Effie, and she goes to the police with the evidence folder when Spade’s body is found posed like a statue of a bird.

Sam Vimes: The moment Sam meets Hannibal he mentally classifies him as a vampire, even though he is not technically a vampire. Hannibal keeps ‘forgetting’ and offering Sam food and drink with alcohol, talking about how harm reduction is much more viable than complete abstinence and generally trying to manipulate him into falling back down the addiction hole. Sam gets brittle and suspicious in response. Hannibal drugs him and tries to hypnotize him into believing he saw another character do the murders, but the Inner Watchman in Sam’s head comes to the rescue again and he slams Hannibal over the head with the nearest heavy art object. Sybil still afterwards insists that Sam go to therapy to deal with his rage.

L: L wastes time going on dates with Hannibal and trying to trick him into implicating himself despite already having plenty of evidence, and Hannibal kills him and puts his head in a candy store.

Poirot: When Poirot attends dinner at one of Hannibal’s parties, he knows as soon as the meat touches his palette that it isn’t really rabbit. He does his best to hide the fact that he isn’t eating, and whispers to Hastings to do the same. When he finally has caught Hannibal in enough lies, he accuses him of murder while in a room with him, Will, Alanna, Abigail, Chilton, Able and Jack. With so many witnesses, Hannibal maintains his cool and says that he’ll call his lawyer and see everyone in court. When they actually investigate his house and find the human body freezer, Poirot faints.

Philip Marlowe: Every time Marlowe tries to bother Hannibal, the local cops drag him into the station and berate him for hassling a rich person. He has long conversations with Hannibal when he does get him alone about great literature and the morality of Shakespeare characters. Hannibal drugs him and tries to convince him he witnessed somebody else commit the murders, but Marlowe is so used to being drugged and seeing ridiculous things that he doesn’t trust any drug trip memories. He is eventually able to catch Hannibal in the process of cleaning up after a murder, and both shoot each other. Both survive and Hannibal gets arrested, but Hannibal taunts Marlowe that he will go the rest of his life never meeting anyone who understands him as well as he did. Marlowe sadly agrees.

Dale Cooper: If Cooper does solve this case, it will take at least a season and a half. It will be based less on evidence and more on Hannibal having dark energy and his name coming up when Cooper picks it out of a bag of ice cubes with initials carved onto them. Abigail finally breaks down and confesses everything that’s happened to Cooper, and he tells her she’s not an evil person. He and Hannibal shoot each other; both survive. Hannibal goes to jail but continues to influence other people to commit murders from within jail. Cooper ends up in a coma, and when he wakes up, he reports visions of a feathered stag telling him that he should look for new hair gel.

Kinsey Milhone: Kinsey inherently distrusts smug rich people, and no rich person is smugger than Hannibal. She spends a lot of time talking to Abigail about their mutual family issues and becomes suspicious of how much her answers seem to have been worded ahead of time by Hannibal. She tracks him and manages to find him while he’s in the process of cutting someone up. They attack each other, and it’s pretty much a coin flip as to who survives. If it’s Kinsey, the resulting story is called C is for Cannibal.

Miss Marple: Miss Marple thinks Hannibal dresses in such a lovely fashion, and he’s so sweet to invite her over for a glass of sherry. She doesn’t attempt to look around his house or catch him in the act of murder or do anything dangerous, she just compares notes about what’s being said by him, Will and Abigail, and unravels a web of lies to find some definite conclusions. Jack Crawford and the entire FBI are humiliated that a nosy old lady sitting in her living room figured everything out before they did.

#great detectives series

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